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"Who?" Nate said. "Well, from what you told me, I got a guess that starts with 'O' and ends with 'Erseers,' if you know what I--hey! Wait, we ain't gonna--oh, come on!" Nate took off after Lunala--at least the bat couldn't maneuver very well in the cramped space--and fired a corkscrewing burst...

"Could be," Nate grumbled. "If you wanted an in with the team, there's lots of easier ways to do that, but what the fuck ever, I guess." Meanwhile, it looked like the real Giovanni--was it?--was hoping to slip away before anybody noticed. "Hey, hang on!" Nate called to the lunala. "I don't...

They are.

"You and me both," Nate said, though he couldn't stop a huge grin from spreading across his face. "Don't suppose there's any way we can let the typhlosion in there with him? Seems like both of them want a closer look." He turned to Lunala, and his smile stretched even broader, maybe, in...

"Nidoking, huh?" Nate said. He leaned back slightly, angling towards Silver but never taking his eyes off Giovanni. "What do you make of nidoking, Silver?" He narrowed his eyes, watching "Giovanni" for any reaction. "Or flareon?"

Nate did his best to keep a poker face while Starr went off on Giovanni. There was something else there. From her reaction back in the woods, she'd figured something else out based on Silver's reaction. She seemed very confident... And also very unwilling to say what it was she'd noticed. Jesus...

Rascal sprang in front of the one she'd chosen to defend, taking delight in the thrill. This game was fun. Fighting, protecting, testing herself against someone. Oh, if only this could last forever. But all too soon it was over. One small slip was all it took, and she went down. She was dying...

"Oh, right, you don't remember the details," Nate sneered. "You been having a lot of not remembering the details lately, ain't you? And, what, you keep telling yourself it don't really matter, it ain't important shit, who cares anyway? Nah. You need more than a poker face to hide what you're...

Nate kept up with the others as best he could, apprehensive but excited at the same time. Who the fuck knew what would happen once they got their Giovannis in a room together. ...probably nothing. Be serious, now. Probably Giovanni would do his whole bored aloof act, or get all taunting like...

Nate smirked faintly at Starr's comment. Hell. If you're in, I'm in. "Look," Nate said to Silver. "We got the guy who was claiming to be Giovanni locked up. I'm guessing you ain't made time to visit the bastard, but maybe it's a good idea. He's been feeling weird, too, like things don't add up...

Nate shifted side to side, scowling. Yeah, where the fuck did that leave everybody? "I dunno," he said at last. "I mean, as far as I'm concerned, you ain't done nothing to nobody." As far as Nate knew. Could even Silver himself say that with confidence right now? "And maybe you're just a damn...

Nate watched Silver--Giovanni--silently. He wasn't sure what he felt. Pissed? Super fucking pissed? That sounded right, yeah. Oh, nothing big. Just turns out Silver is actually Giovanni is all. Figure that's another one of the 'involuntary spies' we've been looking for.

"Well, I dunno about 'died,'" Nate said, glancing sidelong at Starr. Somebody who'd been replaced? Now there was some grim shit. But even if that was true, replaced didn't have to mean "dead." After all, like literally nobody was fucking dead in this stupid world, including the entire goddamn...

"That's the real question, ain't it?" Nate said. "I mean, Red told us that back on Telum, Silver was a flareon. And you're, you know. Not."

Enough dancing around the fucking issue. "Giovanni," Nate said bluntly. "Let's face it, you and your team are like strangers. You hate Red, you hate Pikachu. And you like persian. Plus that guy we got locked up has the same kinda psychic locks on him as you do, so I hardly buy him being the boss...

Huh. Nate narrowed his eyes, trying to focus his anger in a productive direction. It had been kind of a wild guess, but--he glanced over at Starr. Yeah, okay, same page. She was thinking that too, huh?

Nate clenched his hands. He was sure he could feel the blood pounding in his head. "Yeah, you don't care about them. We get it," he said harshly. "You got reactions to other pokémon, though. Mewtwo, charizard, all them. What about persian?"

"Fucking Bean," Nate snapped without thinking. "That guy is--" Shit. No. He had no... No idea if Starr knew about that. And he definitely couldn't get into that with Silver. Instead he growled in frustration, folding his arms and staring at the ground. The fucking pokémon again. That above...

"Really?" Nate looked aside, rubbing at his gills. "I thought you were just busy figuring out how to be a lunala and shit. But they've been watching you? Yveltal and, what, and Chip?"

"Ah, that's too bad," Nate said. "It'll be pretty great when you can manage those. At least you got a lot more firepower to work with than you did when you were a cosmog, right?" He felt fucking stupid trying small talk. Dancing around the real reason they were here. Starr was obviously hoping...