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"Ah. Yeah." Nate said. "It hasn't gone away, actually. It's kind of a curse, yeah, some kind of Dark Matter thing. A few people on the team have something like that, but Owen's the only one who lets his follow him around all the time. Anyhow, it ain't something people from Cibus can see. Or...

"Could be," Nate said in response to Karat's theory. Certainly could be. Or could be that Giovanni had been intending for Shield to "escape" the entire time. "That energy nullification sure is a bitch, though. There's got to be some way around it besides Team Spectrum coming in and doing...

"Ah, yeah, I was gonna ask if you had any shot at removing those blocks," Nate said to Karat. "Send a mewtwo to undo a mewtwo's handiwork, you know? But it sounds like that ain't gonna work. Do you have any idea what might be able to break them? I mean, if you can't handle it, seems like there's...

Really just rocking up in the middle of a field, huh? Pretty random. "But you, ah, don't remember everything, is that right? You've got some kind of psychic blocks like what Silver does? Sorry to kinda change the subject away from Sword for a minute, but if we knew a little more about what...

"Hmm." Nate drummed his fingers against the floor. "We should probably try checking a couple of those places out first, then. No sense going back to Hell Dungeon unless we really have to." He glanced askance at Shield. "Sorry, I'm sure you've already gotten asked this a few times, but... When...

"Dungeons... This just started happening? Fuck." Dungeons were supposed to be an Eternatus thing. And Eternatus was in the tree. And the team had just visited the tree. Somehow Nate doubted it was just a funny coincidence. "If they drained power from the tree, maybe that means the tree has...

Good lord. Nate couldn't imagine having to go on a world-saving quest with anyone even half as annoying as Sw--wait. Fuck. Well, the guy really seemed to miss her anyway. "We managed to calm down the guy who was literally about to blow up the planet, so I think we got a good shot at helping...

"Well, I'll be damned," Nate said, and couldn't help but smile at the grinning charmander caught on film. Poor Shield. Karat's stony silence was priceless, though. "Looks the same as the charmander we saw in the forest. So that's all she's been doing, then? Like blinking into sight for a second...

Nate sighed. Well, that made the easiest explanation less likely--mew-Sword in one place, charmander-Sword in another. Of course, mew could transform, so who the fuck even knew. "So you say you're the only one who can see her, right? Like does she look normal to you, but no one else can see her...

"Mmm," Nate said. This was sounding even weirder than he'd expected. First the fucking moon, and now this. "Couple of other possibilities I can see. One, Sword's like the mew and charizard in this world, right? Like, two different people but same soul or whatever?" Whatever the fuck that...

"Well, I wasn't thinking just the three of us," Nate said. "With the whole energy nullification thing like you mentioned, I figured we might want to bring at least a couple other members of the team along. I know a lot of 'em were pissed when Giovanni got away with Sword earlier, so hopefully we...

"Sword was here? In the Guild? Just... wandering around? What do you mean, nobody else sees her?" What the fuck was up with that? From the way Sword had talked in the forest, Nate figured she couldn't leave, even if she wanted to. Maybe she hadn't been there at all, after all. But who the fuck...

Nate blinked at Deoxys' strange language. Were they not from around here, either? Like, they were supposed to be from space and all, but then so were the God Squad, and none of them talked any different, besides the big one, Flesh. "Dunno about saving you," he said, tugging on his gills. "Seems...

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Thank God. Nate started moving in the direction of the lucario's voice, only to scowl when some other asshole started going on about him still being a mudkip. Who the hell--? And then he rounded a desk and the psychic field hit him, and Nate froze, staring at Mewtwo--no, that was Karat. No...

At least Nate didn't have to go far to find Shield. From what everybody said, he stuck around the Guild most of the time. Everybody in the fucking Guild, Nate thought sourly to himself as he climbed another hundred fucking stairs or whatever up to where the lucario was supposed to be hanging...

"Nah, pokémon in my world can't talk at all. Some real powerful psychics can put pictures in your head, so you can understand them pretty well, but it ain't the same as them saying words. To do that they'd need to be--" He broke off, realizing where that sentence was going. It wasn't actually...

Potions and pokéballs were weird to this guy? Maybe he really was from the past, then. Or maybe they just called those things something different where he was from. It was insane how you could go from "Red and Giovanni and Dark Matter just keep showing up all over the goddamned place" to...

Nate snorted. "What, don't pokémon curse in your world? Sounds pretty fucking uptight." He studied the farfetch'd skeptically, although it wasn't like there was any way to tell if he was from, like, the distant past or whatever the fuck. He at least didn't talk like he'd just stepped out of some...