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Nate snorted. "Yeah, the power thing's some real bullshit. I guess there was some whatever with Diyem not being able to channel energy fast enough or whatever the fuck. Most people are getting stronger now, and I'm better than I used to be, but..." He gestured to himself in frustration. "Still a...

Nate watched, horrified, as the farfetch'd shoveled a generous helping of lettuce and onions into his beak... and kept right on talking. Jesus, you could pick literally anything out of the entire cafeteria, and you went for fucking lettuce? Nate instinctively scooted his own tray a little...

Rocky was still leading Nate all over town. Maybe he'd thought hiding out in the Guild would be enough to make his host give up and head home, but Nate was pissed and not about to let that stop him. He thought he'd managed to corner his familiar in one of the study rooms, but Rocky'd managed to...

"Mmm." There was obviously something up with the guy, but he'd had a rough night, what with evolving and getting moonburn and all. Probably best to let him figure things out for a bit. "Well, I'll let you know if I learn anything about the moon situation. Hope it's not gonna be bothering you the...

"Great," Nate said. Unless Giovanni cottoned on and simply used the other mewtwo as a decoy, anyhow. "Sounds like things have been getting exciting around here. Hope Zekrom hasn't been giving you a hard time." He turned back to Silver. "Well, I don't think there's much more we can do here. I'll...

"Owen, huh? Well, he'll be back pretty soon anyhow. If you need some more help, you can stick me in one of those things, I guess. Have you had any luck with that Mewtwo-tracker?"

Yeah, I wasn't exactly thinking about it, neither. I'll see if Joule's got any idea what he mighta done, at least. "Damn, that was fast," Nate said to Chip. "You figure out how to detect when they open, or, uhh, whatever Zekrom was going on about? The signal or whatever?"

Too many conversations to keep track of. Nate screwed his eyes shut for a moment, focusing on what he was hearing from Diyem. That's what Cresselia was guessing, he thought back. I didn't see where his attack went. but I guess he fired it... up. Do you think maybe he unleashed a fuckton of...

"Oh, fuck's sake," Nate said, rubbing at his face. "Of course he can't see it, same as he couldn't see shades or none of that. It's that weird invisibility bullshit coming back again. That's why Cresselia didn't notice nothing. And that probably means Jirachi won't be able to do much for us...

"I ain't never seen one up there before, but like I said, I ain't really checked. Did it look like it was glowing to you, or was that just me?" It had been a long time since Nate had tried reaching out to Diyem for help, but it was worth a shot. He was back in business, right? Diyem? When you...

"Huh." Nate peered through the telescope, trying to make out what was on the surface of the moon. Was it... glowing? "There's definitely something there. Dunno what, but... why don't you take a look?" He scrambled down from the stool so Silver could look into the telescope, once Chip brought...

"Ah, yeah. He was in there for a while with you." Not quite what Nate thought he'd been getting at. So no Dark Matter in his world, huh? But he seemed to know what it was well enough. Was what he'd been talking about in his sleep something he'd remember now, or some of his "lost" memories...

"Mystic nonsense is right. Shit definitely don't work the same around here as it does back home." Nate tilted his head. "What do you mean about the creator being your neighbor, though?" To Chip he said, "There ain't much I can do to move that thing, but if you got any smaller bits that need...

"Thanks, Chip. Like he said, might as well start with what you've got on hand," Nate said. As for the lunala himself... "Well, me and the rest of the team were sent here by a Dark Matter, right? One that was chilling in another world. But shit went down, Giovanni grabbed him for a bit, and then...

"The Dark Matter that sent us here was hanging out in the infirmary with you for a while," Nate told Silver. "Apparently he fucking misplaced a few members of the team and has been barfing them up lately. Anyhow. Chip, you remember Silver. You were there when he evolved last time, and now he's...

Nate's expression hardened. "Yeah. Sounds like a plan." He led the way to the lab; if Chip was in, he'd ask the porygon if he could set up a telescope pointed at the moon for them. <><><>

"Yeah, no shit. I'm glad it's in one piece," Nate said. Joule might have hit it? He did kind of fire off a big blast at the end, there. Normally he'd say it was ridiculous to think that anything like that would end up hitting the fucking moon, but this was the fucking pokéworld, wasn't it...

"Uh, well, got a guy here who just evolved into, uh, a lunala, if that means anything to you. Also has that moon kinda connection, and he says he feels like something's really off. He did some kind of meditation and a burn or something showed up on his chest? Anyway, he wanted to know if...

"I mean, nothing I noticed. But for all we know, it might have been something that happened before any of us got here. Like, Maple and them said they got jumped by something when they first showed up around here, like in space and all. Maybe when they were fighting it, the moon took some...

Well, at least Silver hadn't questioned the ribbon too much. If Nate was lucky, he'd forget all about it. Nate followed Silver outside, keeping up as best he could. The guy was more focused on the moon than him, of course. Nate watched, incredulous, as Silver went through some kind of...