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Dave sighed in irritation as Truffle left. The fucking God Squad sure weren't getting any less suspect. "Yeah, well, it's cool for the town if we find nothing, but personally I'd really love to, you know, actually learn something from this exercise." He sniffed at the ground, trying to recall...

Dave, who'd trotted along with them, rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure. Arceus is totally there to help, except it just so happens his 'vision is distorted' about anything relevant. How convenient."

Dave was not happy about any of this. Not only were they supposed to follow the asinine naming theme the cartoon world had going on, apparently the naming theme wasn't even a real thing and just something Diyem was translating their names into for some inane reason, and then when called out on...

Dave gave the alien a brief glare. "What is the hidden power Diyem gave us, anyway?" he asked Owen.

"'The distortion'?" Dave raised an eyebrow.

"Hah. Yeah, I, uh, don't exactly do a lot of fighting back home." Dave paused. "As for disturbing... I mean, yeah, it's kind of disturbing. But what the hell, apparently being a Pokémon makes it kind of great. Should've figured, I guess, given how much Pokémon like to beat the shit out of each...

Dave landed, panting. "Ow, fuck." Something about the bleeding scratches in his side was distinctly worse than Owen's previous hits, a deep stinging sensation. He wanted to lick them, but no. He could at least draw that line. At this point the instinct to hightail it somewhere safe was...

Dave yelped at the sight of flames shooting into his path and made an attempt to slow down or turn around, but his momentum just sent him tumbling over himself, straight into the path of the flames, and from there to sliding a couple feet in the dirt. Ow. He dragged himself to his feet...

Dave barreled into Owen, feeling a burst of strange satisfaction as the Charmander seemed taken by surprise at the impact - only to be hit by a kick in his side that, despite the optimistic hope he'd been nurturing that maybe Pokémon just didn't feel much pain, still definitely hurt...

Dave froze for a moment as the Charmander came at him. But then those strange instincts kicked in, his body seemed to coil like a spring, and he was bolting out of the way with speed that blindsided him. It probably seemed faster because he was small, but - a curious giddy feeling of boundless...

"Uh. I'm..." Dave stood there, already regretting this. Owen could set him on fucking fire. Why was he doing this again? He had no idea what a Poochyena could even do. Probably bite, but... honestly, he'd rather not. "...Why don't you start." He could try to dodge something, maybe?

Dave blinked at Owen. Honestly the whole fighting thing... didn't sound terribly appealing. He'd not really been thinking about it much but imagining he'd just have to kind of be on the sidelines, more on the brains side of things than the brawn. Basically a trainer or something - not that he'd...

"I mean, yeah. I've been a Pokémon for a fucking day. Not the most thought-out decision on Diyem's part to expect us all to be able to fight worth shit, to be honest."

"I mean, I guess it depends how you define a 'demon', but, uh. What they call demons in my universe definitely doesn't exist, and the thing called dark matter in my universe does exist but is very much not a fucking demon." Dave paused. "When you say 'demon', are we actually talking some kinda...

"...a demon." Dave looked at the strange creature, deadpan. "Right."

Dave blinked at the alien, then burst into a snort of laughter. "The talking Pokémon have grenades. Okay. Man, this fucking universe." Honestly that probably sounded better than actually fighting-fighting. "So what, you've got planets like mine in your universe? Do they have Pokémon or humans...

"Sorry, can we start with what the fuck a Blast Seed is? Some of us are from worlds that look nothing like this one." Dave paused for a moment. "If we've got somebody who can hit them where it hurts, well - don't we just need some other people to be there to distract them, draw their attention?"

Dave wandered back into the main square. Where had everyone gone? He supposed he did hear a commotion somewhere in the dojo as he was leaving it; maybe some of the idiots here had gone and started a fight and it'd distracted everyone. He wouldn't be surprised. He eyed Owen and the big low-poly...

"Nope. Fuck this. I'm going back to bed." Dave turned around and padded back to the Hidden Quarters, flopping back down on one of the beds.

"Not exactly a substitute for playing an instrument that doesn't knock out the audience, then, is it?" Dave said. "But yeah. Let's get back. For my parts, I want something to eat. And drink." With that, they headed back towards the dojo.