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"A pocket dimension, yeah, shit, that would be nice." Sure would stop random people coming up to him when he didn't want to talk. Which was always. "But yeah, good call on the bottle thing." Coleane was the talking tropius, right? The talking pokémon still weirded Nate the fuck out, but you did...

Something about what he'd said seemed to catch the girl off guard. Nate waited anxiously for a moment, not exactly thrilled at the idea of having another Ninetales-girl conversation on his hands. There was an obvious effort being made to turn the subject back towards the hoopa, but Nate was...

"No? Ain't gonna take a shot at that bastard if he gets clobbered by everybody else first?" Nate asked, still amused. "Well, maybe I'll borrow your bat for myself, then." That was getting way ahead of things, though. They still had to even find this bastard, before he picked everybody off one...

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"A baseball bat, huh?" Nate said. He smiled faintly. "Maybe for after the pokémon are done with the guy, sure. And I met Odile, yeah." He was deathly curious what the demon pokémon battled like. There was the weird humanoid form, sure, and that would be a trip to see in battle, but the little...

Figured. It felt like there were exactly two people on this island who couldn't talk to pokémon, so naturally the other would be the person to show up when he seriously needed to hear from Mightyena. Well, maybe the girl just hadn't paid attention in whatever pokéspeech class she was supposed...

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As usual, Mightyena noticed the problem before Nate did. She did this by waking up, and the sound of her shifting under the chair was enough to put Nate on alert, too. It wasn't like he was safe even here, in the middle of the fucking day, with multiple witnesses, the way things had been going...

It was crazy--Nate didn't think he'd visited the bar on this nightmare island even once the whole time he'd been here. Too busy hanging out in the hospital or some shit. If ever there was an "I need a drink" situation, then this entire bullshit "friendship festival" was definitely it. Now at...

"Sounds about right," Nate said. "Come on, Mightyena." Mightyena glanced his way, then back to the eeveelutions. "That's good, then. Two is better than none. It sounds like you have a tough life in the world you came from, but I hope it gets better for you and you meet more humans who love...

"Yeah? Well, everybody's got to have a hobby, I guess," Nate deadpanned. He hauled back to his feet and shot a meaningful glance at Mightyena. "Feel like there's paint drying calling my name back at the hotel, though. It's been real and all." Mightyena's ears went up. "Really? Unheard of?" It...

Nate started when Clink presented him with a key, and he stood there uncertainly while the klefki retreated, hand over the pocket it had gone into. "Thanks?" he said. This conversation had gone even more weirdly than he'd expected. Mightyena summoned up a wag for Clink. "Thank you, too. And I...

Nate tilted his head slightly, his expression blank. "Killed a lot of people, then, have you?" "Oh?" Mightyena says. "He cares for pokémon, does he? What about the ones who don't want their trainer getting stabbed?"

"Of course!" Mightyena said. "They should get to have fun, too. And who knows, maybe Nate could try to ride a different one this time. Like the moon one, maybe!" Her laugh was genuine, but her mirth faded quickly. There probably wasn't going to be any way to get more information about Orzo...

Orre, again. Not surprising, given this was some kind of alternate version of Wes, but the name still put a thrill of unease through Nate nonetheless. Did his Orre have a Wes? Could it even be one of the two here on the island? Ugh. Like he didn't have bigger things to worry about. "Well...

"Of course!" Mightyena said loudly. Nate gave her a sidelong look. "We can invite everyone. We'll have a big party once everything's safe again. We deserve one, don't we? This was all supposed to be a party! We can't go home without enjoying ourselves at least a little bit." Once again as...

Mightyena rambled on, ears up and listening hard for Clink's soft voice in the midst of all of it. Nate caught her watching him as she went on and raised an eyebrow. "What? Talking about me, is that it?" Mightyena wagged her tail, and Nate snorted, turning away again with his arms crossed over...

Mightyena tensed when the klefki dropped onto her back--and she didn't exactly relax when they started whispering in her ear. Like she hadn't been worried enough before. Mightyena wished there was some way to signal back to Clink that she understood, or ask a question, but she couldn't think of...

Mightyena pawed lightly at the ground, a gesture of faint embarrassment. "I don't think so, unfortunately. My trainer isn't one who can understand what I say, and he has a lot more trouble understanding flat things than most humans, for some reason."

Must have been? Mightyena's ears flattened in dismay. "You don't remember what happened at all, then? Can you tell me the last thing that happened that you do remember?" Nate, seeing only the nod and having none of the context, bulled straight along. "Okay, so what are you wor--ow!" He was...