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"Fair enough." Dave had another sip of his soda and wished it was alcoholic. "I guess you're going back to being chased down by Team Fucking Rocket, huh?"

Dave looked at her silently as he chewed on his food. A time when I actually did something right and made people happy. Jeez. Starr usually seemed in pretty decent spirits these days on Cibus, but she was sure making it sound like her life back home was all doom and gloom. He swallowed...

Dave sipped the soda for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "What, as some kind of subconscious thing? 'I swear I was a dog in a past life' shit? Or just magically getting it back one day, becoming convinced you were abducted to another planet by a shadow being and probably getting written off as a...

"Well, hands'll certainly help. Been missing those." Dave took a critical sip of the soda. It was... fine. Drinkable. "But like I mentioned back when..." He waved a paw. "...whenever we last talked, my world's pretty shit. Hard to look forward to continuing to have to fight tooth and nail to let...

Dave slid into the seat with a sigh, giving the soda a critical look. “Okay. Done with that bullshit show fight. One more grand finale and then we all get to go home. Going to be great having some fucking hands again at least.”

This time at the Cauldron, Dave just ordered a burger and a soda. He barely even knew what Cibusian soda tasted like. Would this be any good? Probably fucking not, but whatever. He turned restlessly to look for a place to sit and eyed Starr alone in a booth. Did he want company? He glanced at...

Dave nodded a few times. “Yeah. Thanks.” They moved on to lighter subjects while Flesh chowed down more of the woods. <><><><><>

Dave shook his head. "Don't think she's ever going to act normal. But key is she doesn't have, you know, conventional moral intuitions or empathy. She just wants things to make sense in her logical framework. If you want to convince her not to do something, find a self-interested reason for her...

Dave snorted. "It's pretty fucking hard to influence Mia. She goes her own way and doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. Sometimes I can argue her into accepting why normal things make sense to other people but that's about as far as I can get." He looked back up at him. "Think you're good as...

Of course there had to be a catch. Or maybe anything. What did that even mean? At least he seemed pretty confident he'd be back. Dave looked away. "Well, if you ever do get the chance to stop by Cibus again, maybe you can check in on how Mia's doing."

It was hard not to smile at that, a little. "Well done, big guy." Dave turned back to Ionys. "Sounds like you've got everything covered, huh?" Which was good. A happy ending. "Well, if you're sure you'll both be fine with all this." He paused. "Are you going to be stuck in Telum, then? Or can...

Flesh, eco-guardian of overgrown forests. Yeah, suited him. Big friendly hellmonster who just wanted to eat some fucking trees and help people. "Sounds like a plan. Hope you find some, uh, tasty forests to enjoy." Something inexplicably made him think of Mia. "Are the inhabitants going to...

"God, spare me." Dave rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking. "I mean, hey, you've managed to refrain from turning into Maple so far. What's a few more decades." He looked back at Flesh. "Hey, Flesh. What are your plans for Telum?"

Dave's gaze stayed on Flesh. "Well, if a guy's got to die, let it be the guy who's going to survive it." Not that Ionys hadn't just said he hadn't known that when he took the attack. Noble self-sacrifice that happened to be undone by a convenient loophole. He could have been dead. Would have...

"I guess." Hard to call anything much of a free choice when the alternative was death, wasn't it. But it wasn't like Maple was actually going to exploit him. She'd just be in total control while refusing to use that control for anything he didn't want. Respecting his fucking privacy. "Still...

"What, she told you about wanting to recruit your soul when you died?" And yet Soda'd chosen not to mention this when going on about how he'd be dead soon. Jesus. He exhaled, watching Flesh eat. "So what's the nature of the connection here? You get some Voice powers I guess, and you said she...

Chapter 30 time! In which Scyther gets drunk, we meet everyone's favorite gym leader, and we try to raise the stakes further, because saving the world isn't urgent enough. Chapter 30: The Dragons of Ouen Stormy Town had once been a normal town that happened to have somewhat frequent...

A familiar alarm went off in Dave's head. Fucking Maple. Already itching to bind him to eternal afterlife servitude before he was even dead? What the fuck. And yet. Wasn't like a person couldn't have fucking predicted this might happen from a mile away. "She could've at least fucking told you...

Dave snorted. "I guess in a cartoon universe maybe there is fucking karma. God." He paused for a moment, looking at the Zoroark. The new form was still eerie, but it wasn't like he hadn't gotten used to worse. "Didn't have much of a choice when otherwise you're fucking dead, huh? What, no way...

Dave tried not to wince. "I gather you're spiritually bound to Maple now or some shit, and that's why you're still around?" He glanced at Flesh and back to Ionys. "You two still relocating to Telum to help out there? What's changing for you, other than the being a ghost bit?"