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...The f-- Look, okay, if I get over there and try to sniff out the other Overseers, what then? Aren't they still a bunch of interdimensional over-gods? What do we do about it? And hang on, did Bahamut just reference some decades-old sci-fi from his world?

Dave squinted at Mergo as he tried to explain his theater metaphor. What on earth was he talking about. "I mean, sure? There are decent people around. Probably proportionally fewer asshats than where I come from, honestly. Why?"

...What? "I guess? I'm not sure where safety comes into it, but whatever. Point is, announcing to everyone that the show fight was a show isn't about to improve anyone's life, sure. I'm not going to walk into children's playgrounds to announce there's no Santa Claus. Not going to try to hide it...

Thank you for your most excellent reviews, I will treasure them. <3 And light a candle for Spikeon :sadbees: Aaaand here's chapter 24, in which Mark continues to inexplicably have an uncontrollable compulsion to throw a ball at a legendary. The Pokémon Festival – May 24th: The Threat...

Mergo pushed down on the book on the table, and it shook and then just fucking disappeared with a sudden whoosh that made Dave jump. Wasn't that a library book? Maybe that was just a very showy way of teleporting it back onto the shelf where he got it, but it was real hard to tell with this guy...

"Oh yeah. Standing there and taking whatever bullshit is slung your way, or sunshine and rainbows and everyone singing kumbaya. The only two options." What the hell was his deal. Who the fuck thought like this? Even Howard wasn't operating on some kind of philosophy that being a doormat was...

"Wow. Genius. If you're a dick, it's not your fault, it's theirs for allowing it. Impeccable logic, right up there with 'Stop hitting yourself'." What the fuck was happening to Mergo's arms. He peered at the dark haze (shadow?) and the rougher skin. Mergo hadn't done any bullshit...

"To... 'raise the people's spirits'?" Dave raised an eyebrow. And then frowned. Wait a goddamn minute. Hadn't Arceus said something before the fight about hoping their performance would 'fill Cibus with hope'? "...Motherfucker. Was this Pop?" He exhaled through his nose. Should've figured...

Dave snort-laughed. "Honestly that's exactly the sort of cartoon-grade bullshit that would happen on Cibus." He rolled his eyes and sat down on his haunches. "Really, though, what the fuck was the silver barrier about. Was that you, or some fucking legendary running interference and thinking...

Logging about two more hours of writing.

Not eager to share, huh. Dave narrowed his eyes at the Gardevoir. "Well, that depends. I don't give a shit about the fight, but if we were roped into it on false pretenses, then that kind of calls a lot of other things into question. Can we trust you? Or, if there were other forces at work, what...

Time for chapter 23, wherein the Pokémon Festival continues to have a very questionable taste in officially sanctioned events. This chapter went and did this thing of including some of the Pokémon's thoughts in italics in the middle of battle, stepping out of Mark's POV randomly. I was going to...

Dave rolled his eyes at the jab about the moon. Rich from the guy from the team that never figured out Giovanni's big switcheroo. "Actually, I was here about that dumb show fight we had. Pretty obvious something was up with you people's defenses. Got this silver barrier going on at the start...

Dave glanced at the book he was reading. Some sort of Destiny Village travel guide? He raised an eyebrow. "What, never got around to the touristing you wanted back in your Cibus?"

Weird energy shields, depleting defenses, Knockoff Owen's weird taunts - one way or another, something was up with that fight. Was it rigged? Was there some legendary bullshit going on here, a couple of gods making bets and 'helping' their side along? Either way, not as advertised. So after the...

Logging about an hour of writing.

Dave started at the touch. "Hey, whoa, that's--" It was what? Was he seriously going to tell them to stop? Huggiest fifteen-year-old on the planet who was soon to return to the world where they'd been recruited to save the world by someone who didn't give a shit, currently worrying they weren't...

Dave waved a paw. "Yeah, yeah, not you, I mean the fucking Voice, or whoever brought him there. They should let him go home." The kid had looked scared for a moment there. Fuck. He rubbed his face, sighing. "And yeah, good. Your uncle and whoever else, adults who actually know what they're...

Dave stared at Saltriv. "...How old is he?" he asked, and had the worst feeling about the answer. He shook his head. "Look, regardless of what's behind the shadow thing, whoever is forcing the two of you into playing heroes against your will isn't much better. If they've given you some special...

Oh, Jesus. So people were dying. "Yeah, if that's a thing that's happening on the regular somehow, you should be extremely skeptical." Dave narrowed his eyes at Saltriv. "You really fucking sure your friend's actually a human and not one of these idiots faking it for glory? Because this all...