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True that it was helpful to have somebody who at least recognized whatever species Silver was; Nate wasn't so sure about how they'd get along as roommates, though. He was having some trouble picturing it. "Well, that's good. So long's you ain't, like, stuck sleeping in here with the books or...

Silver had gotten a sparring offer from... a torch? No fucking clue who that was supposed to be. Nate nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I ain't much for fighting, but I guess I can give it a shot if you want somebody to practice on. At least you ain't gotta worry about me...

"Maybe." Nate hadn't thought much about it, honestly. After everything weird about this fucking world, the legend concentration hardly registered. Would most pokémon even see them that much more often than people in his world? They were all stirred up because of the corruption thing, and Team...

"Well, he's a hero in my world, at least," Nate said. "Don't mean he ain't got probems, though." Such as possibly having been replaced by a pod-person. "Who knows what his deal is in your world? And even if he is a hero, he could still have been a dick to you personally. Never know." There was...

"Wow. Uh, I guess you do," Nate said. "You want, uh, a berry or something?" He didn't really get how remembering something could hurt, but Silver didn't look like he was having a great time of it. Well, it wasn't exactly surprising that Silver remembered Red. They had to know each other at...

"Well, Charizard and Pikachu make me think of Red," Nate said. "He caused a lot of problems for Team Rocket in Kanto in my world, and he's another big-name trainer, so maybe you two were working together on something?" Hopefully Silver's Red wasn't like his world's Red, though. Nate would...

There was always the possibility that whatever the fuck Silver was now, it didn't evolve and he was stuck as an adorable puffcloud for the rest of his time here on Cibus. Not that Nate was about to raise the possibility to the poor bastard's face. "Well, I was kinda wondering if you'd...

Oh, God, there was a noise. Nate clamped down hard on a laugh, but couldn't help his lips quirking into a faint smile. With this and that poor bug he'd seen earlier... Yeah, mudkip was pretty shit, but it could be a hell of a lot worse. "Not sure. Not an attack I recognize. Basically a tackle...

Nate watched the book go flying. It wasn't a hyper beam or nothing, but could be worse. He wasn't going to say anything about the noise. If there even was a noise. Probably just his ears playing tricks on him. "Not bad," he said instead. "Seems like you got a decent setup there. Teleport a guy...

If Silver was embarrassed by the attack, Nate had been expecting something pathetic, like a badly-executed Tackle or a piss-poor Absorb or something. Whatever the guy was up to, it certainly looked more interesting. Nate was simply watching, curious to see what would happen, when Silver asked...

"Well, teleport's damn handy. Off to a good start." It was fucking surreal to have Silver, the son of Giovanni and one of the most powerful trainers in Johto, acting like he was afraid Nate might laugh at him and hurt his feelings. What a fucking world. "So, damage, huh? Whatever it is, it can't...

Yeah, this was, what, like the third time the guy had mentioned being worried about somebody offing him, one way or another. It looked like the form he'd gotten stuck with wasn't all that powerful, but still... Kinda weird nonetheless. "Well, I guess you're in luck, since making pokémon stronger...

"Oh, yeah, they probably are. That's pokémon for you," Nate said. Poor bastard. "Doesn't look like you're 'just sitting around' to me, though. I mean you've been doing all this research, you know. Reading all these books." He couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the one Silver had open on the...

"Dunno if this world's got a Mewtwo," Nate said pensively. "Like, no humans, no Mewtwo, right? There's that carrot guy lurking around, but supposedly he's from somewhere else, like you and me. I guess maybe don't go talking with him, yeah. Seems like he's got as much sense of humor as a sharpedo...

"Ah, yeah. So Team Rocket made a Mewtwo in your world, too, huh?" Like, yeah, if you had a Mew, and you had genetic engineering, why wouldn't you go and create a murderous superclone? It was just so obvious... apparently.

"Ha. Yeah. A party like that ain't really my scene." Nate didn't really put a lot of stock in Silver's idea of sanity, given that instead of partying he'd decided to hang out with a bunch of fucking books. Did the guy really never leave here? "So," Nate said, scrambling into a chair across from...

It was nice to have a few days to relax, take a load off after the particularly bullshit battle and all it had entailed. Nate didn't have much recovering to do--for whatever reason he hadn't felt like getting real into the thick of things, and it wasn't as though he was hitting any...

Nate jumped back when the pokémon's "feet" hit the ground, accompanied by what sounded like a snap of electricity. The bug didn't exactly look happy about life, even after having been righted, but it assured him it was all right and began to inch away in the direction of town. "Y-yeah. Good...

On its side? Nate did a quick side-to-side check of the bug--had to be a bug, probably the cocoon phase. He had to admit there were some worse options out there than mudkip. Goddammit. Which side was supposed to be the feet? Well, this side was all green, but this one had brown nubs that might...

In the end, impossibly, everybody made it back through the portal, even the fuckoff stupid dragon mashup the... necrozma?... had apparently conjured up somehow. Nate was giddy and exhausted at the same time, riding the tail-end of the battle high but perfectly aware that he was going to crash...