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"What 'other stuff'? Honestly you sound like probably the most sensible person in your world." He thought of Jean, coming home crying from her first day of school after being inevitably targeted by bullies; of Mia, probably the smartest person in any room she entered, being treated like a freak...

"Wait, if they have total retrograde amnesia, how do you know they're human in the first place? Even if they say they remember that, like, is there any evidence they're not just Pokémon who want to be special?" Dave took a deep breath. "As for my society, no. It's pretty shit. Technology's...

"Huh," Dave said again. "Where do the humans waking up as Pokémon in your world come from?" This world sure sounded a lot more similar to Brisa's world than his own. Some of the others had sounded like their worlds were similar, too. Then why were there also people like him, and that person...

"...Huh." Well, that was interesting. Ancient knowledge? "Did there used to be humans in your world?" Maybe, back when there were humans, Pokémon didn't talk there, either. Had they just evolved more advanced communication, begun to use human tools after some kind of human-extinction-level...

"Yeah, that's my point. I could definitely believe this is just whoever agreed to Diyem's thing and he's dressing it up like 'Ooh, you've all got a hero's aura' to make it sound like he didn't just pick up any jackass who'd bite." He paused. "Me? I'm a geneticist. Do you even have genetics in...

"Ha. Yeah. Might be it." Dave snorted. "'Hero's aura', a.k.a. saying yes to a thing. Good job. Any asshole can say yes to anything." He shook his head. "Well, at least it means there's a bunch of us. Maybe we won't all die. Not that it'd apparently matter if we did, according to Diyem. I mean...

"Thanks, but I'll manage." Dave said. "Think I've got some, uh, Poochyena instincts to figure out how to pilot this fluffball around." The way she was smiling at him was almost disconcerting, overly eager to be of assistance. "So... what do you do over in your world? Feel like somebody who'd...

I've spent another three hours or so on writing since I last logged, and also posted a fic.

This is a one-shot I wrote in 2016, which won first place in the Worlds Collide contest on the Serebii.net forums. It was very much written simply to write something for the contest, I wasn't super-happy with it, and it's still a pretty ridiculous premise that's not being explored all that...

"I mean, that's a complicated line to draw, biologically. Many Pokémon are pretty smart in their own sort of way, but they don't speak a language, you know? No communicating complex thoughts and ideas in a consistent intelligible way. Usually they don't use tools, or very primitively. They sure...

"Oh yeah, deeply weird and distressing just about covers it." Dave scratched his ear with a hind paw, then made a face at it. "I'm used to living in a world where Pokémon don't talk. And not being a dog, Jesus Christ. Humans have hands to do things with."

"Oh. Hi. Dave." He gestured at the room with a paw. "If you were looking for some peace and quiet for tonight, this place is some kind of reinforced bomb shelter and it's got room for a few more. I was just heading out to see if anyone else wanted in."

"Hmm. Good to know." Dave wanted to know what the Bittercold Dark Omen and Dark Matter incidents were, but asking Truffle would probably not be a good idea as far as not revealing too much to these guys went. "Well, if it was nothing else, I'll see you around."

"Yeah?" Dave looked around the room. "I mean, cool, thanks for the hospitality. But if you don't run this place, and just came here on a mission, I'm curious how you found out about this room, given it looks pretty secret." He looked back up at Truffle, trying to gauge his response.

I honestly still don't entirely understand the system, but I have worked on writing for 3+ hours in the past few days, so if I'm understanding correctly that's tiers 1-5 of the first wave? I don't know if this is supposed to have given me experience or whether I have stat points now.

"Oh. Ha." Dave chuckled. "Okay. You know what, this is good. Really might get a good night's sleep in here." If it wasn't some kind of setup, that is. This was clearly some kind of... bomb shelter, or the sapient Pokémon equivalent thereof. The idea they might lock him in there struck him; his...

"Oh yeah. Something arranged. Definitely not sketchy at all," Dave grumbled. And yet. He didn't trust these zealots farther than he could throw them, but figuring out what they wanted with all of them was probably the closest thing there was to a lead on what was going on here. He wouldn't be...

Dave narrowed his eyes at the Decidueye. "The dojo? What for?"

Dave'd been dozing off in an alley off the main square for the past while, occasionally half-waking at various sounds. Having Poochyena hearing was weird, but honestly he could get used to it, if only he weren't trying to sleep. When the sound of Truffle's voice woke him, though, he rose...

The facepaw that Dave wished was practical.