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That sounds like a fun thing to try! I've been gathering ideas for what sort of writing/drawing challenge to do, and I think I'll have a poll this weekend to see which one we end up going with this year.

Nate opened his eyes again to find a Cola-phantom flirting with the empoleon--but neither she nor the upright Arceus looked very amused by it. Fuck. Nate tried to think Cola into a more successful position, but instead Soda snapped at him. Nate winced, but at least the zoroark was moving again...

Well, that kinda worked. Right? The fact that Sword wanted them to keep going the way they had been was... good. It was good, right? What other options even were there? But somehow, the charmander apparition beckoning them deeper into the woods only made him more uneasy. The arceus appeared...

Nate yelped and spun around when claws dug into his back, but there was nothing there. After a moment of panic, Nate smiled weakly. Right, right. Who were they dealing with here? "Cute, Sword! But if you don't come out, I'm just going to ignore you. You'll have to come up with something better...

Nate turned around from calling out for Sword and found himself staring up into the face of fucking Arceus and pretty much jumped out of his skin. With these weird shitty bodies Diyem had set them all up with, he was honestly surprised that didn't literally happen. He tried to calm his pounding...

The trail was gone, of course. Nate forced himself not to think too hard about that and simply follow Shield and Soda into the trees. They'd find it when they found it. That's all he was going to think about that. People were already starting to get distracted by the forest's strange power...

Nate paced around near the forest's edge, eyeing the pokémon coming through the portal. There would be plenty of backup for Shield and Soda. Maybe too much backup. Nate scowled. More people meant more chance somebody'd bring in some truly nasty thought that would fuck all of them over. He didn't...

Nate laughed. "Yeah, that's what I heard, too. At least in my world, that's what they designed porygon for. Don't get your hopes up too much, I guess, but I'm thinking we might need to go look and see what's going on with the fucking moon, you know?" Rocky was back a few seconds later, tucking...

"Float around, huh? That's weird. Can't remember seeing any of them do that before." At least they weren't turning into fucking smiling charmander or nothing. Nate had had way more than enough of that shit by now. "Thanks, Chip. Rocky, can you go grab one of them?" "Yeah!" The familiar bounded...

"For sure. It's tough when we don't even know what the guy can do." Nate rubbed at his head and glanced at the mewtwo again. Jesus, he was going to be getting that stare in his fucking nightmares. "You do what you can, I guess. I just really don't like him being here, of all places." He regarded...

Nate winced. So on top of everything else, they were using some kind of tech nobody'd even tried yet to stop the mewtwo from getting away? "Yeah, I don't think we really want the two of them together. But is there maybe, uh, somewhere else you could try to put him up? Somewhere like that bunker...

"Nothing else that I can think of for now, at least," Nate said. He looked back at the mewtwo again, who was staring blankly ahead, same as always. "Dunno that I like that guy being here of all places, though. If something goes wrong, this place is one of the last places I'd want one of...

"For Red?" Nate considered. Well, it might make it easier to communicate with the guy, yeah, to be able to point to something and ask him about it instead of having to describe it. And they should... they needed to follow up with him. Shit. And Silver. Nate hadn't seen him when they came in--so...

Rocky yelped the first time his fingers made contact with the mewtwo's skin, yanking them back while they fizzed and fumed away at the tips. Once he realized what would happen, though, he seemed to find the whole thing entertaining, poking experimentally around the Mewtwo's arms and chest...

"Might be. I think he ain't a normal familiar at all, though, so maybe he don't need to be nobody's. Seems more like Sword than any of the other familiars, and there was something real funky about her core." Nate sighed. "Honestly, we don't even know what's up with the normal familiars. Or what...