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What, was it really that one word that was causing all these problems? "You told me you were supposed to be for medical research, didn't you? Or not you, like your cells or whatever. Maybe they didn't make you to use your powers or whatever the fuck"--yeah fucking right--"but they made you...

I'm good at killing, but I don't do it all the time. Holy shit. Not even trying to keep up the whole "medical research" sham now. And from the way she tossed it out there like it was a barely-interesting fact, she didn't even realize what she'd just said. What it meant. She really had no fucking...

"Okay, fine. They didn't want to actually deal with kids, so instead they thought they'd make them and kill them before they were born. Not fucking better," Nate said. How the fuck was she not getting this? First time he'd heard of a science experiment gone wrong who wasn't pissed at their...

"Well, yeah, it is whatever fucking mumbo-jumbo," Nate said. "I ain't got a problem with science, I got a problem with people who think they got any right to go all Build-a-Bear on some kids because that'd make them stronger, or better, or more scientifically interesting or whatever the fuck...

Nate blinked. Damn, he didn't think he'd ever seen the familiar get serious before. And over that piece of shit poochyena, too. Fucking figured. "What the fuck is it with you and science?" he snapped. "I already told you, I ain't got a problem with fucking science. The hell does that have to do...

The fucking shadows again. Good thing Nate didn't have to worry about that unless they met any other fucking evil machines. Sounded like the poochyena had some serious issues. And he'd thought Nate was the one spying for Giovanni? Really? When Nate had been busting his ass trying to figure out...

"When it looked like he was out cold or not paying attention, sure. But what do you know, it's kinda hard to pull one over on somebody who always knows where you are." That sure was a fuckton of interesting information, though. Her model was dead? And what the fuck did she mean by brain...

"What, you think I just took the guy at his word?" Nate smirked. "Nah. I'd definitely get some kind of psychic bullshit whenever I went too far from the guy. It just wasn't coming from Arceus, that's all." Well, definitely not super bothered by her friend getting vaporized, then. "Yeah, that's...

Well, that was either one hell of a dodge of the elephant in the room, or the familiar really wasn't fussed about all the Voidlands shit. Nate had the feeling that if something was bothering her, she would have said it, but who could say? People got real weird about that kind of shit. "I think...

It sure would be nice if certain assholes didn't decide to fuck off with all the loot without saying where they were going. Occasionally people needed something that was in the item bag, that was kind of the fucking point of having an item bag, and it made them just a little pissed if it turned...

"Oh," Rocky said. That must have happened while he wasn't able to see anything. "Well, that's good, then! I guess we are pretty great!" He grinned. "Well, then you'd better rest a lot and get better real soon. You have to get better so we can have that party, remember? Just like I promised!"...

Rocky watched anxiously as Arceus reappeared, dimming and battered. "He's going to be okay, right?" He was talking, so of course he had to be okay. Probably not okay enough to read minds, though. Definitely not. So that was fine. Rocky's tail lashed again in frustration. This was one of those...

When Rocky arrived at the infirmary, half the team was already there, most of them crowding around Diyem. There was a lot of shouting, and Bahamut went out a window--Rocky hung around at the edge of the room, making himself a little taller so he could see what was going on better. Diyem looked...

Nate had the feeling that if it was possible for Arceus to have planted memories in his successor's head, he would have done so rather than writing everything down, but, like. Details. "Yeah, sounds like he pretty much wanted you to be a clone of him. Pretty shit. And I'm getting a headache just...

Dear God(s?), there were two of them now. Not exactly the surprise Nate had been hoping to find at the top of the tower. And judging by the egg at the back of the room, this wasn't one of those weird "apprenticeship" situations. Did that mean the little Arceus-thing had come about the usual way...

Well, at least that was over with. They'd managed to bring Joule back to his senses. Probably. That's what it looked like at a distance, anyway. Of course, fucking Giovanni could pop up at any second and zap him back into the master ball, but hopefully getting blasted into next Thursday would...

"Yeah, good idea," Nate said to Starr's retreating form. Poor Diyem. Nate sure as hell wouldn't want to be there if the guy had to tell Starr anything other than that of course he would bring Brisa and the rest back, immediately, in fact he'd already done it look there they all are over there...

Nate backed up as Starr approached, gathering water for a hydro pump. In the end, though, the incineroar's attack ended up going straight into the ground, shattering rock. Nate jumped. Holy shit, that one woulda hurt. At least it looked like Starr had mostly given up on trying to attack Joule...

Happy birthday, Del! Hope you've been having a great day.

Whoah. Holy shit. Starr was out of it, her voice alternately buzzing with radiance and seething with shadow. "Whoah, okay." Nate held up a hand, trying to keep his eyes on Starr's face, though his gaze kept slipping towards the shadows twisting around her claws. "Take it easy, there. We'll get...