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"That's good," Rocky said cheerfully. "At least you got everything that was important. Me and Luz, we got as much time as we want here. We can do all the things!" He beamed. "Well, it don't exactly make much difference, since neither of us is paying," Nate said with a smirk. "But sure. You want...

"Nah. Ain't nothing I can do here that I couldn't do back home at least as well," Nate said. "This ain't the place for me." "You can't breathe underwater back home! You could look for sunken treasure!" Nate rolled his eyes. "Nothing I care about I couldn't do back home." He looked thoughtfully...

Nate shrugged. "No. I had other shit to do." "He hates fun," Rocky mock-whispered, eyes gleaming as though sharing a secret. Nate elbowed him, and Rocky giggled. The marshtomp didn't appear to mind the comment.

"Yeah, I'm glad to be headed back. All this hero shit"--Nate gestured vaguely at the air--"ain't for me. And yeah, I wasn't too keen on getting close to nobody I was just gonna have to say goodbye to a few months out. Much easier that way." Rocky sighed and leaned back in his seat. A quick...

"Okay!" Rocky said. "What to do, what to do..." He hopped in a little circle while he thought. "Yeah?" Nate said when Seyka said he thought he hadn't got as much out of Cibus as some people had. It was fair enough, he guessed. Felt like practically everybody on the team had had some kind of...

"Oh, that's right. There's a lot of Beans, so there could be a lot of Incineroars, too. Hmm..." Rocky smiled, lost in fantasizing about the kinds of wild things that might go down in the battle. "Yeah?" Nate started to raise a hand in response to Brisa's thanks, but then set it firmly back down...

Nate shrugged. "Fine if you don't want to. It's just an option and all." He gave the skarmory an appraising look. It was too late--much too late to deal with any of this shit. There were clearly, like, layers. Some Nate already knew he didn't want to think about too hard. He sighed and swung his...

"Oh, so that kind of brother?" Nate said with an unpleasant smirk. "Yeah, I know that kinda deal. But..." He rubbed at his chin, considering. "Ain't nothing we can do about reviving your dad, like definitely not from here. But if it would do you any good to talk to him, we could try that...

Happy birthday, Namo! Hope you have a good day and don't have to do anything retail-adjacent.

"Front row?" Rocky's eyes gleamed, and he bounced excitedly in his seat. "Of course I want to! I love to get to see the fights up close! Maybe Incineroar will even do his ascension thing like you said!" He considered for a moment. "We already saw a couple people be legendary in the colosseum...

"Yeah? Not the kind of conflict you'd need to get experience dealing with if you were gonna be a fucking Overseer. Most battles at the colosseum seem pretty friendly." Nate tapped his empty glass against the table again, distractedly. "But sure. I'll be there." Rocky glanced over from his...

Damn. Well. There was clearly a lot going on there. Why in fuck would Pokéworld even go out of its way to invent a gallows? He tried to imagine some dismayed townsmon trying to deal with a geodude or something, then hastily banished the thought. "Why keep it in your dreams? Go ahead and burn...

Changed into a skeleton, maybe. Well, Seyka seemed to be some kind of immortal (hell of a lot of those Diyem had managed to scrape up, somehow), so presumably any relative of his would still be kicking around. "That's still good, though," Rocky said, nodding sagely. "You have a forgotten...

A new rail line, huh? Somehow that seemed even stranger than all the high-tech nonsense in Destiny Village. No tech wildy kind of shit Nate could understand, and something that felt almost like home was weird, but not so weird, but thinking about, like, a pokémon industrial revolution or...

"Yeah. I dunno much about what wild pokémon get up to in my world, but I'm sure there's some places where they fight for sport, too. Just more dangerous without healing machines and shit." He took a look around the room, thinking. "I guess travel ain't as big a thing for pokémon around here...

Rocky was clearly enjoying his discussion with Luz. Not many things that got him more excited than explosions, or exploring the limits of his weird, gooey body. More power to him, Nate thought. The more friends he could make around here, the better. "Pro battler?" Nate said. "Sure. Not very...

"Well, you wouldn't have to explode through Radiance," Rocky said, flopping forward across the table as though dejected that his idea hadn't immediately interested Brisa. He looked hopefully up at Luz. "I bet we could learn to do explodey things, though. We can use all kinds of attacks!" "The...

"Well, I mean... What did you do before this whole thing with the cult?" Nate asked. He had a feeling something big had changed, and that was why Seyka had ended up wherever exactly he was. Probably there was some reason he couldn't go back. But still. "Ooh, you have another brother?" Rocky's...

"Hmmm." Nate leaned back in the booth, looking contemplative. "Well, it ain't the kind of fighting we do back home, that's for sure. You looking for Colosseum kind of shit, then? Not like how you'd handle a fight for your life, or back in your own world or whatever, without all the Blacklight...

"Well, it sounds like if you killed him, you probably wouldn't have to kill other people, so that'd be a plus," Nate said darkly. Rocky gave Nate an alarmed look. "W-well that's nice," he said. "If he's somebody you wish your brother could be! What kind of random things did you put in him?"