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"Oh, shit," Nate said as he saw Pop charging up. "Wait! I got a bad feeling about this!"

Nate's heart jolted when the pokéball began to crack. Shit. That wasn't exactly easy to do from the inside. It seemed Pop had things under control, though. Nate relaxed, a little, when the ball clicked, but he didn't know if he could let his guard down yet. "Think it's safe?" he asked the...

Nate was too weary to dodge the bolt of energy that shot out of the core--too weary to do anything but register brief shock and irritation. Then the Blacklight beam sizzled off a barrier that hadn't been there a second before. Nate jerked around to see Owen nodding his way. "Thanks," he said...

"Oh, fuck's sake," Nate grumbled, and tossed the pokéball at the Blacklight core-thing.

Nate's eyes widened as he noticed the core-thing glowing brighter. That had better not mean it was powering up again." "Hey! Anybody got any sleep shit left on them? Let's knock that thing out for a bit while we figure out what to do."

"Whoah. Destroy?" Nate said. "Ain't that a bad idea? Like with the whole Dark Matter where you bust it and that just makes it come back stronger? I know this ain't a Dark Matter, but... They got a thing or two in common, don't they?" Nate watched the orb drift around, nervous. Rocky was...

It was all over in one huge attack, energy blasts annihilating the monster's creepy tentacles and exposing is glowing core. And then came the counterattack, sheets of Blacklight energy, meteor impacts, and, finally, another massive explosion. The blast of Blacklight power might have launched...

"Some fucking god," Nate sneered as Soda went down, pinned by Diyem and one of his own substitutes. Fucking pathetic. After all the big talk and the fucking moon cannon, that shithead cracked almost immediately once he'd actually come under fire. Rocky hung back, watching Nate nervously. He...

"You worthless piece of shit," Nate snarled, kicking the shadow mudkip hard enough to unstick it from its puddle of tears. "So fucking weak. What are you gonna do? Lie there and fucking cry about it? Shut! Up!" He punctuated each word with a blow, and the shadow cringed and wailed all the while...

The battle dissolved into chaos the way it always did, shadows and pokémon mingling, unown swirling all between them, firing hidden power attacks in every direction. Somewhere in the back Soda was up to something, no doubt. Nate barely remembered he was there. "Stop it!" the shadow mudkip...

Nate felt like he'd managed to sleep for a week, somehow, and then suddenly they were all crowded around in Destiny Tower, preparing to head up to the moon for real. What the fuck had happened? Apparently somebody else had figured out how they were going to actually fucking get there and not...

Welcome to the forums! Definitely sounds like you've got a fun premise for a fanfic, there; I've seen the reincarnation angle here and there, but tying it into the Ultimate Weapon storyline is a new one on me. Hope you've enjoyed writing it so far. Always happy to see another MtG fan, too! Hope...

Happy birthday! I'm sure mafia will keep it interesting, but I hope you have fun otherwise, too!

"Sure," Nate said, raising a hand in response to Mia's thanks. He looked miffed. "What, he already found the guy? After like one day?" "That's great! Sounds like you don't have to do anything," Rocky said. "Yeah." Nate watched the mightyena depart with a grimace. "I was going to check on...

Nate laughed when Mia pronounced cartoons "usually stupid." "Damn, there's a refreshing take. Much rather hear all about pokémon facts than about which space pirate Captain Whatever-whatever blasted this week." "What, like watching five thousand hours of battles is better?" Rocky asked. From...

"Maybe not," Nate said vaguely. He was still slowly pulling his gills through his fingers. "Gotta be something in there we can use, though." "You think they might be cartoons?" Rocky said. "That would be so cool! Well, there's TV shows about Red in my world, too. And some of the others. But...

"They don't talk the way they do here, no," Rocky said. "Really powerful psychic pokémon can, sort of, but that's about it. Mostly it sounds like Marshtomp's world is pretty close to Starr's! She even speaks pretty much the same language as Marshtomp, her accent's just really funny. There's a...

"That's what I said!" Rocky exclaimed with delight as Dave went on to talk about how the foods on Cibus were the same as on both of their own worlds. "Maybe our worlds are closer together than we thought. Or there's some kind of link between them." He gave Nate a hopeful look, but the marshtomp...

Nate was in the process of demolishing his third hot dog when Rocky suddenly went all tense and alert. Just like he did whenever--oh, fuck. It was that guy. Nate narrowed his eyes at the mightyena. He still looked like hell. What the fuck was he doing here, anyway? What have you all been up to...

"Really?" Rocky grinned. "I bet we could eat sand, too!" He looked at the ground around his feet with interest. "It's kind of dusty here. I wonder if that would work?" He prodded at the cobblestones with a toe. "I can make slime..." His ectoplasm seemed to melt, adhering gooily to the ground...