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"If you're sure," Rocky said, but his eyes were on Nate. He could tell the marshtomp had a bad, bad feeling about this. "Can you share some of your energy with him? Maybe with something like a heal pulse?"

Nate and Rocky watched Karat's slow reach uneasily, the familiar glancing at his host now and again, as if hoping he'd make the first move. "Did Bahamut tell you much about how this 'infection' thing worked?" Nate asked Puddle. Rocky tugged on one of his ears, wondering the same thing. They...

Oh, that was right. They had seen Groudon do that once before. Rocky frowned. Maybe Pop would let Groudon have that form back for long enough to heal Deoxys if they asked nicely? "That's too bad about Joule," he murmured absently. Had Maple giving her Radiance to the team earlier corrupted...

"Well, that's good if he's comfortable," Rocky murmured, resting his chin on his hand while he thought. It sounded like Puddle had the virus angle covered. "Do you need to stay around the whole time?" he asked Groudon. "As long as you're kind of nearby, won't it make the sun super bright still?"...

Nate's surprised that there's so much mewtwo action going down in the Tree of Life, and he's also interested in these potential false positives the device has been picking up. Did those only start recently, or have they been popping up for a while? And has it only ever been one stray signal that...

After a few minutes Nate appeared through a portal, dragging an assortment of mirrors and stands. He'd apparently dug deep to find them--most were basic flat panels, what you might find in any standard restroom, but some were big and ornate, in heavy frames like they were antique or something...

"Yes, it--I don't know if it will be very fast," Rocky said, his tail lashing anxiously. "If Bahamut said... But it took Joule a long time to power up, too." And he'd had more than just the sun to help him in the end. "Let me see if Mudkip, I mean Marshtomp, can bring the mirrors. That should...

"Well, your light was able to help Joule, wasn't it?" Rocky said. "It sounds like it works the same way for this. I don't know if it will heal Deoxys all at once, but if he's in the sun for a while..." Rocky's tail flicked once. "Plus I asked M-marshtomp to get a bunch of mirrors so we can...

Rocky winced. "N-no. Nobody... is going to the moon. We were wondering if you could help us with Deoxys. Puddle, Puddle has a plan." He looked hopefully to the other shade to explain the situation, uncomfortably aware of Karat nearby, scowling. Puddle would know what to say. Rocky didn't want to...

"Got it," Rocky said with a nod. "Groudon helped Joule out when he needed light, too, so hopefully he won't mind helping is, too." Puddle was definitely right about Rayquaza, though. Rocky's gut twisted nervously. After how badly everything had gone with the moon, it was hard to imagine things...

Welcome to the forums! You're in good company here if you enjoy PMD, of course, but it's cool that you've written a trainerverse story as well! Lots of zoroark fans around here too! Very interesting pokémon, to be sure, with a lot of story potential. All in all I think you'll fit in just fine...

Nate visits Chip to see how he's doing and how the rebuild of the lab is coming. He's wondering whether the mewtwo tracker's back online and if Chip has picked up anything interesting. He also wonders if Chip knows where he can get meteorological or astronomical records for Cibus--if anybody...

Well, that was sort of a more morbid take on it than Nate had been going for, but if it got those two talking, hopefully it was to the good. "That's good," he said. "Hope it helps." Nate paused, considering the loaf of bread snuggling up against Diyem's side. "The, ah, your Toast is pretty...

"No humoring here," Nate said. "If I ain't feeling something, I'll just fucking leave." He hesitated a moment. I lied when it was convenient. There was a certain other matter that had been nagging at Nate, a certain "hero's aura" that he'd been wondering if he could get the big guy to level...

"I ain't gonna pretend like shit is easy," Nate said with a rueful smile. "Or like anything makes sense in this goddamn world. But if thinking of things like that helps, even a little bit, then that's good. Cause, you know, I like you and all." His smile was now definitely more of a smirk...

Eternal spirits, always walking the same road? The past following you from one age to the next, maybe one life to the next. Nate tugged harder on his gills, uneasy. Well. His world didn't have no fucking Dark Matter, or Voice of Life or any of these other eternal weirdos. Stood to reason it...

It wasn't funny in the slightest, most of it, but Nate couldn't help but smile faintly. "Can't really speak for nobody else here, bud, but I can fucking guarantee I wasn't never born pure. So you don't got to worry none about corrupting my spirit or whatever the fuck. I'm doing a damn fine job...

"Yeah? What makes you say that?"

Nate did not fail to notice Diyem's comments about truth and lies and using people, but for the moment his only response was to raise his eyebrows faintly. "Is that what you want to be?" he asked. "A hero? A leader? Forget what other people are thinking right now. What kind of person do you want...

Nate wondered if Eien really would have any idea of what was going on around her. Struggling to survive sounded like it might distract you a little bit. Not the important thing here. Not even close. "I dunno, man," Nate said. "Forget what the fucking Overseers think. The way I see it, if the...