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"See you." Dave wasn't sure exactly what he'd just done to convince her not to ditch her shade - honestly he'd kind of been looking forward to kicking down the door of Chip's lab with her - but this was good, probably. At least he wasn't going to have another one foisted upon him. <><><><><>

Dave shrugged. "Well, me and Owen and other people have had them for a while without incident. I don't think they can actually get out of the stone on their own at all." Which he still didn't like. But Squiggly still seemed perfectly content with this, so whatever, who was he to say otherwise...

"Sci-fi bullshit. You can say that again." Yeah. Guns didn't have anything to do with this shit. And if the interdimensional mafia brought guns, his goddamn radiance move could probably just deflect bullets, couldn't it. Wouldn't that have been fucking nice to have. He stood there, jaw...

Dave scowled. "You can't exactly assume anything about other people's fucking worlds in here, can you? Sure don't seem to have guns here, even while they've got magic magnet utensils and fucking hologram phones, but yeah, sorry I fucking asked."

...Organized crime? With interdimensional portals and Shadow Machines? Fuck. What? From fantasy talking Pokémon cartoon to, what, mafia movie? "...I mean, yeah, but not that big, and they're not exactly at the forefront of technology R&D. What the fuck?" He narrowed his eyes at Starr. "Hold on...

"...Huh." A company logo, huh. That... was something. Were there even companies in Cibus? Happy fun talking Pokémon land didn't seem big on capitalism. "You think there might be other worlds with the same companies? What kind of company? Some kind of experimental tech thing that might have...

Dave blinked. "Human tech?" That was... that was new. Granted, by human tech she meant her world, so probably something entirely different than his, but still - there were no humans on Cibus, other than them. So the invaders were also interlopers from another world? From Starr's in particular...

Dave shrugged. "Not as far as we can tell. I asked Squiggly about it a bunch, in different ways. Had no problem answering various questions, but that, didn't seem to know what I was even talking about. Didn't know Darkwhite at all, nobody's coordinating them. But, you know, given the whole...

Reviewed chapter six of the envy of eden. Should be worth an extra BLEC in this round.

Huh. Is this just his arrogance or are dragons actually Just Different? Why? I'm not sure I follow this. People believe he's a freak without a human heart, that there's no way a human would want to separate humans and Pokémon etc., so it's like he has a Pokémon heart instead (or something...

"I mean, sure, but..." Dave paused. "Yeah. The psychic bit is weird as hell. Not thrilled Chip didn't warn us about the part where we literally can't leave them. Thinking about going down to the lab and having words. But in the end they're just, you know, weird little slugs who love you if you...

Here's the Dave Index: Mission Statement (introductions in Veritas City) Arrival (introductions in Treasure Town) Finding Equipment (meeting the God Squad) Truffle wants to show Dave the Hidden Quarters Dave's Turf (Truffle shows Dave the Hidden Quarters) Dave and Brisa Cynthian and Dave Group...

Dave narrowed his eyes at her. "Jesus. What'd the shade even do to you?"

"I mean, they're not really doing it on purpose, best we can tell. Honestly they seem kind of confused by the whole thing. Owen had his shade out and on his head and it didn't even try to possess him."

Dave frowned. "Yeah, the psychic thing's creepy and all, but you can't just fucking dump them. You know they're sapient? Or like, enough so to understand you and answer questions and do mental arithmetic."

Arriving in Destiny Village was a change. Hearing about a village he'd pictured something middle-of-nowhere, but no, this was an actual modern city, if a Pokémon-flavored one, just bizarrely misnamed. For his parts, that was good; he'd lived in Grace City since he'd moved out at eighteen and had...

Dave raised an eyebrow as he looked after the Mudkip. Well, whatever his problem was, it wasn't Dave's. He clambered back onto the barstool and poked Squiggly; the rock was still and pretty much content now. Great. He downed the rest of his drink. He supposed he should probably be getting over...

"Wh--" Dave had no sooner looked up as the Mudkip tried to leave than the rock took a jerk in his paws, and he only barely avoided dropping it. "Huh. Is there a..." He almost told Nate to try that again, but there was no way that'd be helpful to anyone. "...some kind of invisible link? Hang on."...

Wow, Jesus. Where'd that come from. Dave had been sure he was going for the most lightweight topic possible. "Hey, whoa, what? I'm not fucking..." It occurred to him that maybe he should. If the Mudkip was radiating trauma or whatever and it was making the shade nervous, honestly, wouldn't it...

Dave raised his eyebrows, chuckling. "Touché on the soul-yanking. Honestly, realistically speaking, odds are none of this is actually happening. Even if it turns out souls exist, you know, already a massive stretch, how the fuck are there alternate universes where by some magic the exact same...