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"No, it's not a human thing. It's... a long story, but it's there because this species is an artificial one. The person who came up with the original plan died, the person who took over fucked it up, and this helmet stops the fuckup from killing them... or, from killing us, I should say." Rot...

"That's the long and short of it. Half the trouble comes from this helmet. I... barely slept at all last night. And... I... uhh... won't be able to eat on my own." Gladion was staring to feel hungry, but he did not want to worry about that yet. "This is... going to be an experience..."

Gladion started cracking up. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh, you wouldn't know any better. But, no this not like a human. What I am right now is... complicated. But humans look more like... weak Machoke. It's... a bit of an adjustment."

"We have our stories, but I don't know if I'd have any pleasant ones to tell in the first place." He sighed. "Honestly, I'd probably be happier here if not for..." Thus far, Dusk had managed to treat him normally, for whatever reason. He wasn't sure if he wanted to risk breaking that, but he'd...

"Humanity is... all over the place, for better or worse. Honestly, you're probably better off without us." He laughed awkwardly. "We've done a lot of damage to our world and it's wilderness. And each other."

"Some of them live with humans in our houses, but the certainly don't build their own. Wild ones dig burrows, find caves, make nests, but not houses like there are here." The next part was something he'd really rather not have to get into, but here he was. "As for communication, well... They...

"Yeah, I'm one of the humans. I have no idea what's up with that, either. I know how I got here, but I've got no idea why there's so many of us here." What has become of my life? "I take it you're not one, then? What's your world like? You also have... talking pokemon who live in houses?" What...

Gladion tried to nod, but his mobility was limited by the helmet and it probably ended up looking more like a flinch. "Yes, I am. And don't worry, I was hardly in a healthy state of mind myself." He'd been unfocused enough that he didn't remember any particular transgression of Dusk's. "My name...

Gladion had found the river and was following along it. He considered jumping in. It had been years since he'd gone swimming, and he could do it right now if he wanted to. He did want to, in some way. Some new part of his head loved the idea, and thought of how nice it would feel hovered in the...

"I've never had much, but I wouldn't mind a bit of a drink."

Celeste sighed in relief. "It was good to see you, too. Don't expect me to take you up on that offer, though. I... don't like Radiance at all. I'll take shadows over it any day."

"Well, I just don't like how it makes me feel. It plugs up my head, makes it hard to think straight. It takes willpower just to force myself to speak. It makes me feel... poorly." He recalled that Brisa had spoken of feelings of ferality herself before, but he hoped that description was vague...

Celeste cast his gaze away. "I don't know. Vision had been mostly... instinctual. I can't imagine what another application of it would do. Or what it would do to me."

Celeste grimaced. He was hoping figuring out another application for his shadows would be enough. "Err, no. I... haven't tried."

Celeste laughed. "There's a reason melees between two absol tend to end in stalemates. We're hard to hit indeed." "And..." It was hard to show gratitude through the Shadows... "Thanks." Please don't ask about radiance...

Brisa channeled more raw speed and power into that attack than she seemed to have been doing before. However, the pattern he saw it predicted to move in didn't shift as he began his dodge. He felt a tingling sensation, and smelled some singed fur, but it didn't make a proper connection. "There...

As the fight went on, Brisa seemed to be catching on to him. The patterns of light fluctuated, forcing him to readjust his own reactions. Eventually, one of the Whiplashes scored a grazing blow on his flank. He couldn't keep doing this, he needed to adapt. He felt a sort of contempt towards his...

Okay, good. Brisa was starting after all. Celeste observed the glow coming his way, and lept out of the affected area. Avoiding the attack came with a certain satisfaction. He wanted to punish the missed attack, and his shadows obliged him. "That's the shadow I'm familiar with. But I should be...

"Mhm." Celeste nodded. "I think I understand." What were those feelings for him? Radiance came with it a feeling of ferality, but Shadows... "Perhaps I'll try spitefulness. That's what helps with my existing shadow attack." Brisa braced herself, perhaps expecting an attack, and gave the nod to...

Celeste nodded. "Ah. I don't quite know how to spar per se. Never been in a fight with someone who wasn't either too absurdly powerful for me to kill... or was prey I was supposed to eat." He laughed an awkward laugh. "I don't know what the rules are for friendly combat... but I suppose I can...