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Jesus. From everything he'd gathered Flesh seemed like basically a big puppy, but that didn't make him any less fucking terrifying. He entered the house and looked around. "So, uh, Brisa told me you had a translator gadget?"

Dave dragged himself to Soda's place despite how badly he wanted a drink and like a week of fucking sleep. He'd meant to visit Flesh before they even went to confront Eien, and yet time'd just slipped away from him into a blackout stupor and fuck, at least he could get things done first. He...

Hello I have been playing mafia for like fourteen years, but instead of being Dave this time I will be his daughter who is a lot less aggro and intimidating Name: Jean Ambrose Species: Vulpix Pokémorph Appearance: View...

Dave got the stone into the bag and hoisted it back onto his shoulders. He wondered fleetingly how Nate and the original Rocky had even known each other. He was pretty sure Mia'd told him Rocky was some kind of fucking mystery shapeshifter. "I'll tell her," he said, turning to leave again. "See...

Dave took a deep breath, nodding. "Right. Should probably check on that." He maneuvered the backpack off his back and onto the ground. "Mia said she wanted to train with you," he said stiffly as he made room to stuff the Ultra Stone inside. "Soon. Whenever. Test the new powers, whatever the fuck."

Dave blinked at the Ultra Stone, chest tightening. Was that what'd happened to the Mewtwo? Fuck. "Right. Thanks." He rolled the stone towards him with a paw, careful. "What, is Mewtwo...? Can it form a familiar or some shit? Or just trapped inside the stone?" What kind of existence would that...

Still on about-- What the fuck was Nate's damage? What, was he just going to act like it'd been some unfortunate goofy comment he was hung up on for no reason, like he hadn't attacked him in the fucking street over it? He fixed the Marshtomp with an incredulous glare while he weighed up how to...

Dave turned at the sound of the Marshtomp's voice, expecting some form of complaint about his general existence. Instead he got... what? He squinted at Nate. What the actual fuck was he playing at. "You want to help. What, is there nobody around for you to help that you don't think is some kind...

Eien hadn't even answered. Probably impossible to know, anyway. Whatever. He had better things to do. Like visit Flesh and see if they could finally find the last Substitute. "Yeah. Thanks for trying." Exhaling, he turned to leave.

"Wait, no, don't--" But the parasite was already dissolving into dust. Fuck. He looked at Eien, heart hammering. "You sense any kind of energy going towards the moon there? Or did your thing suppress it? Goddamn it." Of course they'd wound up killing it. Of course. He clenched his jaw, knot...

Whoops, this should have gone up yesterday, I swore I posted on Wednesday and not Tuesday Chapter eight is here, featuring more tedious junior trainer battles with a couple of interesting tidbits followed by some exciting infiltration and grand revelations in more or less exactly the form I...

"Think you've got the wrong fucking world there, bud." Dave glanced at Eien. "Cibus runs on hope and friendship and rainbows. Pretty sure there's no sense in which Cibus wants to end." Of course, how the fuck would the parasite know, if positive emotions were alien to it. If all you can see is...

Jesus. Dave felt his hackles rising. He supposed listless "nothing matters" was about what was to be expected from something that'd been purged of all negative emotions while being unable to feel anything positive. "That something you want, the parasites, or somebody else? Something else?"

Dave stared. What the fuck. What the fuck. Now it was willing to speak? He opened his mouth to say something, interrogate it on what they were doing and what they wanted and whether the one in Soda was their leader and how to get it the fuck out of him, and then didn't, waiting for it to answer...

Dave hesitated, they couldn't risk killing it but why would it, that didn't make sense-- They were out of time, and Eien just went for it, and his heart jolted as it abruptly stopped moving - but no, it was still glowing. Did that mean alive...? Just, what, listless and incapable of feeling...

Huh. "So, what, you think if you suppress it it'll just... kill it? Or just, I don't know, render it temporarily catatonic? Not a big fan of killing it if that might send it up to join with Soda's parasite."

Dave peered at her. "What?" Jesus, just say what you're fucking thinking instead of generating suspense with meaningless fluff. He glanced back at the parasite, watching for any indication it could be waking up.

Yawn? Was that normal for a Marshtomp? Fuck if he knew. Not exactly a species he'd studied. "Isn't that some kind of... delayed thing?" He vaguely remembered reading something about it as part of Slugma's natural moveset, though Gabriel'd thankfully never developed that particular power. Imagine...

Dave gave Nate a skeptical glance. "To sleep? Like, with a Sleep Seed?" He... supposed that'd work. He frowned. "Well, I haven't got any of those. Do you?" God damn. He inhaled through his nose. "If we're doing that, we might want to use my Radiance to be sure it takes."

Dave kept a wary eye on the parasite, ready to replenish the barrier if needed. Was it reacting to Eien at all? Or to Nate? What the fuck was his Radiant move, anyway? It just looked like him talking to the thing like it was a pet or a young child or something. Did it actually do anything? Dave...