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Not encouraging. Dave took another breath, tense. “Thing is, it does sound a whole lot like you’ll be killing everyone, and then creating some new people instead with convenient memories of being us and being perfectly happy with what you did. If... look, you’ve just been talking about souls. If...

Dave felt his hackles rising, another shudder down his spine. "Borrow, huh." He took a breath, his gut clenching. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that sounds an awful lot like a euphemism for just fucking nuking everything, and then maybe creating something that looks like it in its place. You...

Dave clenched his jaw. Of course. Why the fuck wouldn't Maple be highly corrupted. It'd sure explain the way shades came from Joule, before Diyem ever touched Cibus. And yeah, he'd seen the photo of Maple's nightmare fucking true form. He'd tried to tell everyone not to trust Maple this entire...

There was a lot there, too much to cover. Putting Cibus back. Whatever kind of afterlife Soda thought he'd be having. His partner. The thing that stuck wasn't even the most important by any objective measure, but it latched onto his brain. "What's going on with Maple?"

Little orbs of power floated above Soda's paw. All the energies they'd talked about. He had everything he needed already, basically. The power of a god. Maple and the Overseers not helping tracked. Bean himself had explained they were too busy for the mere oppressive gods. The Arceus from...

Dave looked warily at him, at the mismatched colors of his body. Somehow he thought of Jean, after she half-evolved, lost and strange and in pain. His heart thumped. "What are you planning?"

Dave froze, another full-body chill running through him. He sat, still, staring straight ahead, claws digging into the bench. "So you're an aspirant Arceus," was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

Dave jumped at Soda's sudden appearance and his heart came close to actually exploding. And yet, it was somehow comforting. Soda was acting like his usual self. "Always. Want to sit down?" He gestured at a bench nearby, headed for it without waiting for an answer. His heartbeat thundered in...

Dave approached the park, slowly, heart hammering deafeningly in his chest, hyperaware of the straps of his backpack. He jumped at a random noise and hated it, growled at the empty air. He hadn't really been to this park. He didn't really get parks, generally; they were just there, nothing...

A chill went down Dave's spine. That was... just what Soda'd meant about being his Arceus's right-hand man, wasn't it. Hardly even a lie. Goddamn it. Yeah. I'll be careful. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

[Scotch > Soda]: Hey. Do you have some time? Want to talk. Park in ~20mins?

He'd really thought that sounded suspiciously specific, but apparently not. "Well, where I come from, the notion of just taking a human and turning them into a Pokémon is silly science fiction. Not realistic on any level. A lot of things that are possible here are pretty absurd by my reckoning...

It didn't sound like Puff entirely got it - hadn't he just said the Pokémorphs weren't useful for anything practical, which was a good thing - but whatever, at least he wasn't coming in with random pedophilia accusations, like some people. "I'm not exactly intimately familiar with what Reshiram...

Dave padded up to the door, slowly. "Yeah. I'll let you know." Somewhere behind him, Shadow was shivering. His throat closed up as he looked at Brisa. Abruptly, something strange came over him, and he pulled her into a hug.

Dave clenched his jaw. "Yeah. Yeah, I get that." He took a deep breath. Wanted to just get out of here. His insides roiled and twisted in tight knots. If he could just talk to Soda, maybe everything would make sense, one way or another. "...Look, I've been talking to him. Maybe he's up to...

Dave's ears perked, but he'd better answer the question first. "Well, what we were going for was just stuff like healing technology for regular old humans. You've got berries and elixirs over here, right? We've got those kinds of things in my world, and a lot of other stuff too, but it only...

Dave listened silently, teeth clenched. A thousand objections came to mind as she spoke - the others could be lying too, why would Soda even insist the others wouldn't have done it if he was just an evil bastard the whole time, it's not like we know what the fuck Maple saw in Moonlit Forest, why...

"Well, I'm human. Back home, I'm a geneticist. I worked on research into how to take the principles behind useful stuff Pokémon can do and apply them to humans as well. Like, Pokémon are good at healing; humans, not nearly so much. So I was trying to find out if we could get humans to heal like...

He took a breath that burned in his lungs. Brisa's anger tightened the knot in his stomach, suffocated him. He wanted to not be here, to just never have come to Cibus, to not have somehow convinced another person to call him Dad just so he could be a shitty one to her too. "I said never mind...

Dave listened, trembling on his feet. "And what, you noticed and figured all this shit and made yourself a working hypothesis and just chose to keep it to yourself up until now? Just, oh, who the fuck cares, not like it could be important?" Shadow shuddered, wincing. "For the record I have seen...