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Shiron noticed it, and just nodded, having finished the plate. He stood up and yawned, picking the plate and glancing at Koa. "Anytime. Feel free to call me, and I'll be there. Nice to have you on the team." <><><><><><><><><>

"...I have no idea. Feels like the kind of thing someone should ask Pop," he shrugged. Now that was something he could get behind, and maybe ask Arceus once he had the chance. It was a natural conclusion, after all. Shiron sighed, munching the meat again."This stuff is so weird, but if I do...

"Yeah, makes you wonder. Maybe there's a doppelganger of me in your world. Who knows, right?" He snorted. This was being really fun, and he wished they talked sooner. Koa seemed like a nice guy to chat with.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm 20. Don't look like it, do I? And I certainly still act like a teen. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." He looked down for a bit. The topic of his age sunk in, and he snorted a bit. At least he looked younger than he really was. Shiron sighed. Well, he met someone...

The mention of Team Galactic caused him to wonder again. This name wasn't familiar, and honestly, Shiron regretted not searching more about other regions, it could help with this conversation. "Hm. I think... 16 for me? I'm a late bloomer, to be honest. I'm 20, but I know I should be qualified...

Oh, he got it right! Shiron smiled and nodded, paying more attention than before. This was surprisingly fun to do! "Red? Hm," apart from the Charizard they battled, that name didn't sound familiar at all. "I don't remember him from my world. What region was he the champion of? I remember mine...

Taking the professor out of the way was the easy part. Now he was asking about the champion... Who was the champion? He heard rumors about her, how her famous Garchomp crushed many trainers' hopes and dreams. But he didn't remember her name. Or how she looked, other than her hair It was almost...

Shiron ate another bite of the meat and swallowed it down, using the time to let Koa speak. "Not sure? Maybe, maybe not? I don't really get how this multiverse thing works." Shiron simply nodded. "Birch? Yeah, he's a researcher, lives in... what's its name?" He tapped his chin and snapped a...

"Oh, that's every teen's dream back home!" He beamed with excitement, just happy to talk with someone that shared similar experiences. "Wasn't really able to, though, but the ironic thing is that I became my starter choice. Always thought Mudkip were cute..."

He instantly recognized the name, and his face flashed a bright smile. "Sinnoh?! That´s nice! I'm from Hoenn. Lilycove, to be certain..." He quickly blushed and rubbed the back of his head. Shiron made a mental note not to act so excited later; it was embarassing. "I'm not a trainer. I mean...

Shiron noticed his reluctance to answer and sighed. Making friends was proving to be harder than it should be, even moreso since he wasn't used to it. Didn't mean he couldn't try, though. Regardless, he nodded and chewed a bit of the meat, when he heard the question. "O-Oh, yeah. I am. I assume...

He raised a brow, trying to remember if he heard anything about this particular Electrike from the rest of the team. Since that didn't work, he just greeted him again. "Hi Koamaru!" Shiron beamed with excitement, and sat down next to him, putting his plate on the table. His stomach growled...

Shiron stumbled into the cafeteria, wanting nothing more than to relax after the last mission. Relax and eat something. Or lots of things. Whatever fit his mood right now. So the Swampert ordered a plate full with meat and now wandered, searching for a place to sit. And then he noticed a...

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Dungeon 39 - Human Being Blaziken snarled, punching the ground beneath him just as Scar approached. From the ground, four stones were sent through the air, aimed at the Marowak. "Ah, what a wonderful technique! But I'm afraid it will take more than that to strike me down!" Scar smiled...

The illusion appeared again, only to melt together with the others, still looking at Shiron, and extending its arm. "H-Help... me... don't let... me die... again." The Swampert backed away, feeling his heart race and his eyes dart around. That wasn't the only illusion getting messed up, and at...

Shiron panted, exhausted and starting to panic. The illusion was still right in front of him. Staring at him, smiling, never once stopping that. Like it mocked him, and Shiron knew quite well what that meant. The manifestation continued. "Worthless. Scum. Garbage. You deserve nothing, nothing...

The human manifestation continued there, smiling an unaturally large smile. "It's not real, it's not real..." Shiron said, looking away. It kept grinning. "You're the reason I'm dead. I thought we were friends, but you killed me. It should have been you..." The Swampert leaned closer to...

The same manifestation as before appeared again, standing right in front of him. Shiron, however, ignored it, and decided to focus on the task at head. Probably the better option. "If Giovanni was here before, he had to be tough to endure all those... things." Something I'll never be. Shiron...

"I'm fine! I'm... I'm fine." He wasn't fine, but if he kept repeating it, then it might help. Or not. Another human appeared, but this one looked like a teenager with red hair, and Shiron saw a big smile on his face. You're not real. You're dead. Shiron continued walking, trying to distract...