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Nate hopped through the portal after Joule, then waited a moment to make sure Rocky came through, too. He did, still with that forced smile on his face. Nate watched him warily. "Chip, are you really feeling sad about getting a chance to see what happens when a shade reunites with its, uh...

"Oh." Rocky said. "Well, y-yeah, of course. I'm sure it'll be fine." In the silence that followed, Nate could hear the faint, fitful crackle of his energy flames. "Come on," he said, prodding the familiar in the leg. "Ain't you like the king of assuming it's all gonna work out in the end?"...

"Oh? Well, that's good, I guess," Nate said. "Handy? Maybe?" He smirked when Chip yelped from the other side of the portal. Sounded like it was about to be another normal one for the guy. "Sure. Let's go see what's up." He started towards the portal, but his shade didn't come with him. Nate...

"Don't seem like a bad idea, necessarily, now that you know," Nate said slowly. "So, ah, is Wiki, like, gone, then? Or is he kinda rattling around in there somewhere?" He made a circular motion at Joule's prismatic chest. Rocky looked away, tail still switching back and forth.

Nate and Rocky exchanged a look. "Oh, yeah?" Nate said. "And what did he find out, huh?" "How do you feel?" Rocky asked.

Nate watched Joule feed Wiki the berry, still preoccupied. The guy hadn't exactly answered what he meant about Team Spectrum killing shades. Rocky was prattling on in the background. "I named him! Because wiki berries are the ones he likes to eat the most. That's a good name, right? I figured to...

"The shades we killed?" Nate said. "I mean, I think there were one or two near the beginning, but... I mean, unless there was somebody going after them later on that I don't know about..." He unscrewed the lid of the jar and stuck an arm in, and the shade inside raced up to his shoulder. It sat...

"Really? That sounds kinda grim. And they die each time?" Nate wished he could find a nice spot to stare at and think, but all the sand around here was so bright it felt like it would cook his eyeballs out if he looked at it for long. "Do you think that might have something to do with your, uh...

"Wait, for real?" Nate said, but Rocky talked right over him. "That's so cool!" Rocky leaned forward, flame blazing. "You can kinda feel what it's like to be a shade? I don't even really remember what it feels like to be a shade! I wonder if you ever got to see what I was thinking about." He...

"Yeah. He's pretty big for a familiar, but not, you know." Even Bahamut wasn't as big as Joule was, or at least had been when he was super high on Blacklight. "He's super nice, though! And he's supposed to be based on you, so you must be super nice, too." Rocky beamed. "But Milijoule is also...

"Hi, Joule!" Rocky chirped. "Oh." Right. Necrozma like that were supposed to be in, like, constant pain or something? Jesus. "Well, that's good to hear. I guess this is just... something that kinda happens to you now and again, huh?" "I bet you're excited to go back to being a big dragon...

The desert, as always, was blinding, not to mention fucking hot. Nate felt like his lifeforce was getting sucked out through his pores, which he had too many of because, obviously, fucking mudkip over here. He probably should have come at night. Did Joule even sleep? Maybe when he was a dragon...

Nate had been expecting some kind of snide comeback, some kind of stupid sarcastic remark, same as the mightyena always had on tap. But instead the guy just agreed with him? Well, good. Fucking good. Asshole was afraid of another beatdown, was he? "Fucking great. Make sure you stick to it."...

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Want to rub it in that you're a mightyena? Hoping I'll kick you ass again because you're into that, too? Whatever. Point is, there was two other missions you could have picked from if you were in a mission-y mood, and there was definitely no reason you had...

Nate followed behind the two mightyena, watching in case he needed to stop the bayleef from sliding off Dave's back. The shadow one looked like it had things under control, though. He could probably go on ahead. Theoretically go on ahead. Dave wasn't exactly hurrying, but Nate had to keep up a...

"You think? Ain't never seen Astrid make, like, no radioactive Blacklight cloud," Nate said. But whatever. The bayleef was breathing and, given they were a pokémon, they'd probably be fine as long as they got some medical attention. Nate watched, dubious, as Dave settled down next so Saltriv...

Nate scooped the reviver back into his bag and circled Saltriv, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't move the bayleef, they were like at least three times his size. Run back to Destiny Village to get help? Yeah, and how long would that take, with him going at like a tenth of a mile an...

Nate had managed to separate the shadow from its host, only for a huge explosion to hurl him into the bushes. He came to a few seconds later, upside-down tangled in snagging branches and jabbing leaves, with a familiar headache and the minty taste of reviver energy at the back of his throat...

Nate immediately started gathering water when the chikorita hurled rocks at him and Dave, but when Saltriv lashed out at it, all the damage he was doing seemed to be coming right back at him. Nate scowled and spat his attack at the shadow's feet instead of directly at it, hoping to spook it...

Oh, great. Another one of these fuckers. "Hey! Piss off!" he yelled at the shadow chikorita. "Can it with your weird shadow nonsense. All this 'everybody hates you' shit gets real fucking old!" At least it was only a chikorita. Easy enough to deal with. If it didn't take off or disappear of...