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Dave took a step back as Kora got way too close, staring at him in the creepiest way. "I mean, yeah, I've got a kid. What's your point?"

Chapter seventeen! Featuring the first of my elemental towns, Sharpedo brutality, and a jarring comedy routine. Chapter 17: The Shark and the Serpent When Mark exited the gym, he noticed that May wasn’t there. Even as he continued down the road, he saw no traces of her. He assumed she had...

"Until a year before he died? Any idea why he stopped?" Dave glanced at the bizarre Giratina-headpiece out of the corner of his eye. If it'd existed in his world, they probably could've found out which genes were involved, spliced them into another genome. Like Roselia's spikes, or Scyther's...

Dave looked away, a sudden tightness in his throat. "Right. Who the fuck knows." This was not even any of his goddamn business. "What, there something specific that made you reevaluate?"

Dave watched Kora as he talked, uncomfortably reminded of Green. Shit. "I mean, if you're worried your memory's been fucked with, Breaker's the one who confirmed what was going on with Soda. Said his mind was like, uh... shattered glass held together with silk? Something in that direction." He...

“Jesus.” The Miracle Matters apparently had the same kind of collection of wacky backstories Team Spectrum did. “I mean, the way genetics works in my world, if you alter your own body you’re generally not going to pass it on to your kids, directly. You’re sure he didn’t do anything to you?”

What on Earth was he on about. "Well, my 'heroics' if you could call them that aren't exactly the storybook type, if that's what you mean. Nobody's fawning over the virtues of geneticists advancing medical science." He debated for a moment whether he really wanted to know. "Okay, I'll bite. Who...

Dave recoiled as Kora transformed into something else. "The fuck? What's that about?" Maybe he shouldn't even be fucking surprised, after Brisa casually turning into a Zeraora every fight. "Unless my memory's wildly off, what Diyem said to us was we'd lose our memories and return exactly as we...

Dave stared at him. "The fuck do you mean you guys? What, did Diyem let you keep your memories?" God, what the fuck. Diyem had a lot to answer for if that was the case. He pointed the thought vaguely in Diyem's direction, in case it got an answer. "And what do you mean, actually a Zoroark?" he...

Dave squinted at him. Was that why he had this big complex about Soda? Just felt bad for leaving and having his memory wiped of his version, trying to make it up to a whole other Soda who never knew him anyway? “Look, we’ve known from the start that we’re going back with no memory of any of...

What the fuck was that fucking orgasmic look on his face talking about brain stew, for the love of God. "Well, I'm not exactly going to be here forever, so he'd better not need me."

"I mean, this one doesn't even know you. Can't just waltz in on him and expect to instantly change his fucking life." Wasn't like Dave even knew him that well, either, no matter how dramatic Shadow wanted to be about it. It'd been a matter of months. Why should he be able to instantly fix...

"Huh." Kora was really invested in this. Hadn't he said he didn't even know him that well? "Well, today he does scouting for the God Squad. Or, today, before, you know what I mean. Uses illusions to discreetly spy on people and gather intel. Had an anti-authoritarian streak, deposing gods and...

Dave followed Kora outside. The other Zoroark had stopped in front of the building to wait for him, apparently lost in thought. "I mean, better than last time I was here." He looked up at Kora, eyes narrowed. Surely that wasn't all the guy wanted to talk to him about.

Time for chapter sixteen! In which Mark has a gym battle and there is very kludgy foreshadowing. Chapter 16: The Third Badge Mark walked nervously forward as May pocketed her badge and stepped out of the way. “This battle will be a three on three,” Mitch said calmly, inserting his...

Dave spent the rest of his first therapy session with Fugu semi-hostile, but having exhausted his defense mechanisms a bit, he ultimately reluctantly answered her questions, admitting that he'd been in a pretty shitty state for a while leading up to the fight on the moon, that he drinks a fair...

"Sounds like her." Dave let out a long sigh, looking away. "Yeah. Talk with the God Squad. You'll be fine." He paused. "Maybe next time we can eat in at the Cauldron, for once." He raised a paw in a casual wave before he turned to follow Kora out of the main cells, head murky.

Dave exhaled. Sounded kind of fucking sad, but what else was there? At least the idea seemed to placate Soda's conscience a little. At this point that was probably about the best he could hope for. "Yeah. Sounds like a good idea."

That did perk him up, thank God. "Make up for it? What are you thinking?"

Dave glanced at Kora. Why was he making it sound like he'd gone through something similar. He made a face briefly at him making it about Maple. "Yeah, Flesh wants you around. Plenty of people want you around." He gestured to the still-untouched mozzarella sticks on Soda's side. "You saw I...