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"Oh, right, you don't remember the details," Nate sneered. "You been having a lot of not remembering the details lately, ain't you? And, what, you keep telling yourself it don't really matter, it ain't important shit, who cares anyway? Nah. You need more than a poker face to hide what you're...

Nate kept up with the others as best he could, apprehensive but excited at the same time. Who the fuck knew what would happen once they got their Giovannis in a room together. ...probably nothing. Be serious, now. Probably Giovanni would do his whole bored aloof act, or get all taunting like...

Nate smirked faintly at Starr's comment. Hell. If you're in, I'm in. "Look," Nate said to Silver. "We got the guy who was claiming to be Giovanni locked up. I'm guessing you ain't made time to visit the bastard, but maybe it's a good idea. He's been feeling weird, too, like things don't add up...

Nate shifted side to side, scowling. Yeah, where the fuck did that leave everybody? "I dunno," he said at last. "I mean, as far as I'm concerned, you ain't done nothing to nobody." As far as Nate knew. Could even Silver himself say that with confidence right now? "And maybe you're just a damn...

Nate watched Silver--Giovanni--silently. He wasn't sure what he felt. Pissed? Super fucking pissed? That sounded right, yeah. Oh, nothing big. Just turns out Silver is actually Giovanni is all. Figure that's another one of the 'involuntary spies' we've been looking for.

"Well, I dunno about 'died,'" Nate said, glancing sidelong at Starr. Somebody who'd been replaced? Now there was some grim shit. But even if that was true, replaced didn't have to mean "dead." After all, like literally nobody was fucking dead in this stupid world, including the entire goddamn...

"That's the real question, ain't it?" Nate said. "I mean, Red told us that back on Telum, Silver was a flareon. And you're, you know. Not."

Enough dancing around the fucking issue. "Giovanni," Nate said bluntly. "Let's face it, you and your team are like strangers. You hate Red, you hate Pikachu. And you like persian. Plus that guy we got locked up has the same kinda psychic locks on him as you do, so I hardly buy him being the boss...

Huh. Nate narrowed his eyes, trying to focus his anger in a productive direction. It had been kind of a wild guess, but--he glanced over at Starr. Yeah, okay, same page. She was thinking that too, huh?

Nate clenched his hands. He was sure he could feel the blood pounding in his head. "Yeah, you don't care about them. We get it," he said harshly. "You got reactions to other pokémon, though. Mewtwo, charizard, all them. What about persian?"

"Fucking Bean," Nate snapped without thinking. "That guy is--" Shit. No. He had no... No idea if Starr knew about that. And he definitely couldn't get into that with Silver. Instead he growled in frustration, folding his arms and staring at the ground. The fucking pokémon again. That above...

"Really?" Nate looked aside, rubbing at his gills. "I thought you were just busy figuring out how to be a lunala and shit. But they've been watching you? Yveltal and, what, and Chip?"

"Ah, that's too bad," Nate said. "It'll be pretty great when you can manage those. At least you got a lot more firepower to work with than you did when you were a cosmog, right?" He felt fucking stupid trying small talk. Dancing around the real reason they were here. Starr was obviously hoping...

"Heh." Nate sat down. "Glad you're okay, then. Looks like you had a bit of a fall." He cast a look behind him for Starr. "We saw you out flying the other night. Thought we'd see if we could catch you out here. Seems like you're starting to get the hang of the whole bat thing. You figured out how...

Nate struggled forward until he could see into the little clearing. Huh. Yeah, that... Did look like he'd passed out and fallen out of his tree, didn't it? "Last time I caught him asleep, right before he evolved, he was having some kinda nightmare. Going on about Dark Matter and all," he told...

The pine forest was quiet as always, the heavy snow muffling all sound. But that snow was mostly in drifts and patches now, pushed back into shade with scraps of bare needles showing here and there. It was actually almost warm today, though the sun overhead was still weak and watery, lying close...

The fact that no one vanished over night is a blessing, even more so than the new players most likely recognized. Discussion is relaxed, and even the feuds of the previous, strange day seem largely forgotten. Here and there a scuffle breaks out, a couple of raised voices, but for the most part...

Quick request from me: when voting, please put a bold phrase at the bottom of your message like: Vote: Playername It can be pretty hard to notice when a random name is bolded in the middle of multiple paragraphs of narration--having the vote set off by itself will help me out a lot. Thanks...

Any chance it could be some kind of one-off move, like those special attacks the legends and shit can use? Like divine or whatever? If that shithead got his hands on a load of unown, could he get something like that from them?

Last batch of cards! Or I believe so, anyway--let me know if I missed you! @RisingDawn Ghosts! I quite like the type-specific bingo cards. It's fun to think more deeply about the different types. Old Friend Returned Sensu Oricorio Clinging Mist Mt Pyre Smiling Wide Disembodied Hand...