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"What friends?" Nate asked in exasperation. "What's going to happen to them? What happened the last time anybody on 'Team Spectrum' disappeared mysteriously? Oh, that's right, fucking nothing, because everybody was more interested in their own little personal dramas than actually trying to do...

"Well, if it works like Diyem said and I end up at the same time that I left and don't remember shit, then I guess they aren't gonna react at all. Nobody'll notice shit, and we can all be on our merry way. If not, and I've been gone a while, then I mean I guess I hope they'd be... happy to see...

Well, that certainly was a godlike display. Nate grimaced. Why did he get the feeling this was going to hurt? "What? You mean, like, why you instead of Diyem? Ain't he spending all his energy looking for suspicious shit and making sure we don't completely suck? Other than that, who were you...

"Look, I didn't come here looking for no therapy shit. I don't want to be here. You don't want me here. Let's make a fucking deal, you know? You can't do it? Whatever. You got a price? Name it. Anything else and we're just wasting fucking time."

"I mean, I just said it, didn't I? I ain't a hero. I ain't a fighter, neither. In fact, probably the most badass I was at any point on this stupid fucking adventure was when I was, was blowing up my own fucking teammates. And the smiley charmander as good as told me I'm going to go insane and do...

It took Nate a moment to parse what Arceus was trying to say. God, it was like talking to a fucking parody. God, a parody of fucking God? Whatever. Or maybe he had Diyem's excellent translation skills to thank. For a second he had the overwhelming urge to ask what it was like, having to deal...

For a second there the holy voice of Arceus sounded a lot like that insufferable necro-whatever, and Nate was wondering if he'd taken a wrong turn somehow. Or maybe the legendary space thingies liked to hang out with each other, who knew. But when His Godliness went on to proclaim it a joke...

Destiny Tower wasn't exactly easy to ignore--you could see it no matter where you went, out there being all tall and glowy and shit. Kinda put thoughts of divine intervention in your head, whether that was usually the kind of thing you went in for or not. It was fucking stupid, of course. The...

"Yeah, I was thinking I might, you know, go warm up a bit. Not all of us got armor and shit." After all that drama to get out of his pack, he slipped it back on with a resigned sigh. Hauling your shit everywhere sure was fucking annoying when you had more than a little of it. "Anyway, good luck...

Yeah, that sounded... kinda deep. Not a... bad way to look at things, maybe. But a second later the skarmory made it quite clear he wasn't fooling anyone by not drawing attention to his situation. "Nah, I just gotta--hrk--" With a fierce wrench and a little undignified kicking, Nate dragged him...

Oh. Was that it? Nate couldn't get a handle on this guy. Seemed like some kinda Zen master type, almost. Next thing Nate knew he'd turn around and cut a boulder in half with his beak and then say something mysterious about goldfish or some shit. "Usually the decisive sort, huh?" Nate tried to...

Nate actually took a couple steps forward at the first abortive attempt at liftoff. Damn, he was into this, wasn't he? Totally fucking stupid, after all didn't bird pokémon usually like jump and that was--oh, fuck. He ran down to the edge of the water when the skarmory plummeted out of the sky...

"Mmm." Nate squinted at Seyka for a second, then turned back to the ocean. "Sure is. So. Think you're ready to go?"

Nate's smile vanished. "Yeah, don't we." He looked out at the ocean. Not exactly his idea of fucking "nice," but whatever. "Probably better we don't fight shit anywhere pretty. All that'd happen is it'd get fucked up somehow. Like, you know, fucking explode or some shit." Nate sighed, then...

It was kind of fucking exciting. Nate didn't even know how the fuck skarmory flew in the first place. It would be fascinating to see how that worked--or didn't. "I'm Nate," he said with a crooked smile. "And what, can't a guy enjoy some time admiring the scenery with his psychic slug rock...

"What, if you bought it? Yeah, I think one or two people might find that a bit fucking distressing." Good Christ. Definitely operating on a different wavelength, this guy. "Besides, you might, like, land on somebody or take out a house or some shit. Not much chance of that around here."

"Yeah, cute. Welcome to Hell, Shiron. Hope you got a high tolerance for bullshit, 'cause it's non-stop around this place."

"Uh." Nate turned to look in the direction of Destiny Tower, which glowed as always from its upper floors. Armor or not, falling from there seemed bound to fuck you up. "You sure about that? I guess we ain't supposed to be able to die while we're here, or not for real, but I'd pick somewhere a...

Holy shit. How long did skarmory live? Or maybe the guy was just pulling his leg... or a little not all there. Or maybe from a world where things were kinda off from what he was used to. It was kind of remarkable how much of the team was able to understand each other okay, if they were all from...

"Four hundred fucking years?!" Skarmory lived that fucking long? Well, maybe they could, being made out of metal and all. Nate sure wasn't a fucking expert. But Jesus. "Well, I guess that makes sense," he said after a moment, when he'd had time to think past his surprise. "You obviously get...