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"Well, I can poke around your spiritual energy to see its relative composition." Nero's glowing parts shifted between pink and silver and a striped combination. "My boss and I... we can use light and Z-Power to mend tears in spiritual energy. It's not the most pleasant process, but it's worth it...

It sounded to Nero like Lee just needed his spirit patched up. While his core yearned to leap to this guy's aid, the rational part of him knew that was a bad idea. Not from the same world. The rules with spirits could work differently. ... but maybe there was at least something that could be...

Esper shakily lifted his head up. "H... ha! Is that... all you got, Glowstick? I've met... magikarp who Splash harder than that." "Stop speaking. You're disgracing the both of us," Bahamut growled, tail angrily flicking back and forth. "... hmph. 'Can you use that shield again?' Of course."...

Turn 3 -Magic Coat -Umbral Gambit -Max Elixir subject to change and whatnot

Nero kept a neutral expression, because parts of that explanation sounded eerily similar to Dark Matter. And a Dark Matter definitely existed in this world at some point in time. Whether it actually survived like his or not was another story, but still something he'd have to file away. "It...

Nero frowned. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of fights getting televised, but he wasn't going to openly criticize. Instead, he shifted from brown to a pensive gray. "I take it you're the type of person who gets a kick out of other people getting tremendously bummed out about something."

"Eh, I'm used to it." Nero shrugged. "My team leader's done a lot of crazy stuff that I may or may not have gone along with." He beamed. "I mean, there was this one time we took down a power hungry primarina by out-dueling him a sing off in front of a live audience." His fish tail wagged.

"Not if he's a zoroark," Nero said. "Seems to me like he's just got a case of being a dumbass. Sometimes they're rewarded for their head-scratching stupidity." Mew poked their head up again, then tilted it. "... mew?"

"That's what I did when I used to be a lycanroc," Nero said, shrugging. It was technically multiple lycanroc but that extra detail wasn't necessary.

"Really? Aren't you supposed to be a rock-type?" This time Nero spat globs of water up to stop the silt plops. They unceremoniously dropped onto the sand. "I would think you'd understand that earth with good mineral composition is good for your coat."

Nero opened his beak wide. Pink and blue shifted to brown. The sand flew right into his open beak and Nero gulped it down with clinking in his cheek bolts. "Hmm. Not a lot of minerals there." He turned and spat a bit of silt onto the sand. "But not the worst thing I've had to eat. Plenty of...

Bahamut heard Owen's words. But then the subject of a distraction came up and his bag rustled. He squeezed it with his right hand. "Whatever you're thinking, don't—" But like a slimy eel, Esper slithered between Bahamut's claws and reformed in midair. "Did somebody say distraction? I'm on it!"...

"I never hold my breath. I have no lungs." Giggling, Nero's eyes shimmered. Blue and pink appeared in his other glowing parts. His forelegs shimmered and swirled with pink energy. The same pink glow would surround Lee as Nero lifted him off the ground and plopped him back into a mound of silt.

Nero quirked a brow. "There are a lot of worlds with humans. Including ones that don't have any pokémon." He glanced skyward, glowing parts turning blue. "It's a vast reality out there and whatnot." He looked back at Lee. "Besides, what I was made for doesn't matter anymore. I work as a rescuer...

"Uh, no to all of that." Nero tilted his head. Boy did this guy sound jaded. Not quite the rudest lycanroc he'd met, however. Just the second-rudest. "I was built to kill gods. Now I'm more of a protector type." Mew poked their head up again, then returned to fiddling with sand grains.

"From my spirits, of course," Nero chirped. His glowing parts turned a jubilant yellow, then green, then a striped mixed of the two before turning back to the base white.

"Well, I certainly can't make assumptions for every world. That'd be rude." Nero sat on his haunches and scratched at a cheek bolt. "But, yes, I'm 'monmade, if that's what you're going for. Not that it really matters."

Nero smirked. "I mean... when you put it that way, everyone's created. Whether they hatch from an egg or get poofed into reality by some kind of god." Mew yawned, blowing a snot bubble in Lee's general direction.

Nero looked at Mew. "Y'know, that wasn't very nice." Mew pointed their tail at Lee. "Mew mew mewmew myuuu." "What do you mean you wanted to see if he was a pyukumuku?" Nero briefly glowed orange. "You're a psychic, for pity's sake. Use your ESP or whatever." Mew pouted. "Myuuuuuu." "I don't...

After a quiet night of unsuccessfully attempting to get a message out through Ultra Space to the teammate who could help get him home, Nero decided to quietly walk around the town. It wasn't like there was much happening that he was aware of. His grass and water selves got the better of him and...