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Esper had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

"Really now? You honestly think it's a good idea for the two most chipper, sunshine and smiles members of the team to escort a ball of living negativity?" Esper shook his head. "You'll kill him with kindness. Literally. We should just kick his core and watch it roll in the general direction of...

"I'm pretty sure he's allergic to kindness. Kinda like Baha Blast." Esper snickered into his hand.

"Something something channeling light energy." Esper shrugged. "You must be a real sociopath to get excited at planets getting blow up."

"You know that move he was about to strike the whole city with? Baha Blast has a similar one." Esper slowly turned upside-down. "He blew up some planets with it back in the day. It was quite the sight. I say... because of his memories."

"Interesting." Nero tapped a talon on the ground. "That's one way of going about it, I guess. Though I'm not sure it'll lead to you being able to do much more. You're, like, basically a gaseous ball as a ghost. I find that the best way to move about is to think of yourself like something...

"Wow, I can't believe the solution to the big ball of death is ZA WARUDO." Despite levitating, Esper leaned on his side and yawned into his hand. "Such a lame twist. I can hear the anime stans taking to the interwebs to complain en masse."

At some point, Esper saw the flashing lights and screams and decided to float outside. "Oh, hey. Where have you guys been? Group karaoke session?" He seemed not to care about the giant ball of death in the sky.

"Well, it's probably a good idea to start with the basics. Like walking." Nero trotted in place. "You managed to make it to me okay. What was going through your head when you were moving?"

"I can't make portals, I'm afraid. Not strong enough." Not stable enough, really. Spacial Rends might have been able to do the trick, but he wasn't going to try. "And Ultra Space is very big. Even if my friend knew exactly where we were, he'd have to fly through it to find us. It doesn't happen...

"That's a... complicated question." One of Nero's eyes turned pink and the other blue. Stripes patterned his crest and tail. "It depends on what exactly happened to the person. I mean... the first faller I technically met is my teammate. And he's the one with the power to turn people back into...

"Oh, it's nice." Nero's tail wagged again. "I live with my friends and teammates in an observatory." He'd have to choose his next words carefully. Couldn't divulge much about the Recon Squad to those who weren't connected. "We go through Ultra Wormholes to help people who are in distress because...

"How I got there?" The pink shifted to a pensive blue, then to their original white. "I was built... in a manner of speaking. Out of unown."

"Err... not really." Nero tilted his head to the side. "A few showed up in times of crisis to help the world and they were always turned into pokémon in different ways." He paused. "Oh, and I guess some fallers, too. But they all lost their memories and got turned into pokémon anyway." He...

Where he came from? "A world that's a lot like this one, actually." Nero looked around. "Well, less fog, I suppose. But my home planet has Water, Air, Grass, Sand, and Mist Continents, too." His pink tail wagged slowly. "I can probably tell you a lot of stuff that happened here."

While the rest of the group had crowded the natives, Nero had stayed off to the side. He didn't sense they were overwhelmed, but thought life would be easier if they didn't have to stare down such an odd-looking creature. While the others chanted about shopping, the silvally trotted around...

"Hey. So, good news and bad news." Esper hovered over a bed that was, apparently, custom-made for very large pokémon. "Or, hmm. Maybe it's bad news and bad news, in your case." "Out with it," Bahamut growled. He was lying on his side, forelegs brushing his belly. Esper held up the notepad...

System Error Message 0800: The badge number you are attempting to reach is offline. Please alert a network administrator.

"Oh dear." Nero shook his head. They really were beside themselves. No one would get anywhere with them worked up like this. Grass-typing took over. Nero opened his beak and exhaled Aromatherapy vapors. Mew funneled them around in an attempt to sooth the nervous wrecks.

"You can pinch yourself as much as you want. You're not dreaming," Nero said.