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"Nip, attack!" Dave yelled. Shit. What was Owen doing? Was he seriously going to try to attack, while already skewered on the Garchomp's claw? Dave glanced from him to the Garchomp now stalking towards him, took a deep breath, and tried to replicate whatever it was he'd done to make the Radiant...

Dave probably looks like this when radiant. All that static electricity radiance

"Hey!" Dave barked at the Garchomp, his fur fluffed to make him as big as possible, standing on end with static energy. "You know what? I saw your fight with that Arbok and you're a fucking disgrace. Can't win a normal fucking battle without cheating, huh? Nice work, jackass." The Taunt laced...

Dave punched the badge ungainfully with his paw, selected the tracker, punched whichever dot was closest. "Hey! Little help in the marketplace? There's a Garchomp trying to fucking murder us, or an Arbok. Tell Diyem! Get everyone who can!" He could go, like Owen was saying. But Owen probably...

Dave froze as the Garchomp charged at him, panic shooting through his body. The instinct that said run away pumped energy into his legs, prepared him to bolt out of there. And yet something stopped him anyway, rooted him to the spot, a curious sudden blazing conviction, something hot and bright...

Dave stepped back as the Garchomp noticed them. How strong was this thing? He concentrated on his nose, trying to smell its power - but also take note of whether it had a distinguishing scent, something he could use to find other infected. He eyed the tea-selling Charmander approaching. "Hey...

Dave looked up. "I'm going to make a wild guess that this is that Garchomp." He inclined his head at Owen and took off on a run towards the sound.

Dave blinked at Owen's quick recovery, again reminded disarmingly of Jean. How old was he, anyway? He took a breath. "Huh. I was figuring she just didn't use her full power against you. Maybe?" He paused. "Don't ask how the fuck, but I could smell somehow that... that if we take her down...

Dave stopped, looking properly at Owen for the first time a while. What? His first instinct was a kneejerk annoyance, but the Charmander's big sad eyes just made him think of Jean, and it gave way to something else entirely. Fuck. He sighed, averting his gaze. "Look, Owen, it's... it's fine...

Jeez. He glanced towards Owen, then back in the direction Diyem was pointing them. His heartrate had slowed down by now, the adrenaline worn off, replaced by a general sort of just feeling like shit. God, this investigation couldn't be done soon enough. "Cool. Okay. I guess we don't even need...

Dave looked up. Oh, just fucking Darkwhite hanging around in the restaurant, no big deal. Transformed into a Minun, we could tell but probably nobody else. Said a lot of shit about how 'ooh, you didn't believe me about the society falling into darkness, how dare you', and 'oh, I'm the bad guy...

Dave had his nose to the ground again, focusing on the smells of the marketplace, whether he could detect anything off.

Dave shook his head, his heart still pounding uncomfortably. "Jesus," he snarled, turning toward Owen. "Could've used a little fucking help there trying to get something out of her. Now we've got nothing. Thanks." He paused. "...Except fucking Garchomp I guess. As if we wouldn't have found them...

As the "Minun" landed on him, Dave jerked, snapping an automatic bark at her, trying to shake her off. "Get the fuck off me, you--" His stupid Poochyena brain urgently wanted to run, right now. "Get off!"

"Gee, real helpful, telling us about the thing we were already doing. Fantastic." Dave's skin was crawling. "Oh, hey, I worked it out. Guess when we're done here we'll be heading north. Thanks for the tip." He turned towards Owen, subtly watching Darkwhite for a reaction.

Dave didn't know how the fuck he knew what he'd just found out from her scent, but he did. Definitely every reason to think they didn't want a fight. "Yeah, a 'society sinking into the darkness', wasn't it? Hey, tell you what. We'll pay for your curry if you give another hint about that one...

"Oh yeah, sure, best friends." Something about that ethereal scent was still calling to him, like something was only just beyond his reach. He concentrated hard on it, trying to sniff out whatever he could tell. "You hear Team Spice is back?"

Wait. Fuck. It was her. Dave felt a shiver go down his spine, his fur standing on end. Again he glanced at Owen, but he was frozen, staring. He turned back toward Darkwhite, his mind racing as instinct told him to get the hell out of there. What was she really doing here? "Oh yeah," he said...

"Oh, fuck," Dave muttered under his breath. He glanced back at Owen. As best he understood it getting the slugs out of people would always involve beating the snot out of them. But he wasn't exactly keen on starting a brawl in a restaurant. Maybe they could get the Minun to cooperate? "Hey, uh...

Huh. Dave's ears perked up as he realized the other spicy smell there wasn't just the curry. "Hold on, I'm picking up something." He followed his nose towards the ethereal scent.