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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...

Dave chuckled. "Yeah, no, they don't do any of this shit in my world. Coming here was a trip. It's like living in one of my daughter's fucking cartoons." Dave blinked. Sure, let's swerve into flirtings with ecofascism, why not. "What, you think Pokémon from worlds like ours would just... get...

"Kanto?" That was the place from that cartoon, wasn't it? "Huh." Whatever. Of course it was. Why wouldn't it be, at this point. Another cartoon sunshine and rainbows world? ...On the other hand, the Mudkip didn't seem all that much he'd stepped out of a cartoon, did he. An alternate grittier...

Dave raised an eyebrow at Nate giving the shade alcohol. In his world, that'd be toxic to a lot of Pokémon, but he supposed over here it seemed pretty safe, or at least there was no indication they wouldn't serve booze to whomever. "Might take more than a sip to do much," he suggested. He poked...

"I don't know if they're even Pokémon, except for the bit where everything seems to be a Pokémon in this world." Dave irritably scratched his ear. "Of course these God Squad fuckers were just dying to make us use them. Jesus." He frowned at his own stone, then Nate's. "Is that it? You're upset...

"Think so?" Dave hadn't technically checked on Squiggly since the fight. He reached into his bag to pull out the rock. "Hey. Everything good?" The rock wobbled once, but - something wasn't quite right. The stone shivered slightly in his paws, and a strange little twinge of psychic distress...

Dave entered the café absent-mindedly and was halfway to the bar when he noticed the rock wobbling restlessly on it and the Mudkip sitting beside it, slamming an empty glass on the counter. Well, he supposed it made sense he needed a drink. Dave shuddered at the memory of the black nightmare...

Dave rolled his eyes hard. "Oh, please. There are no gods. They evolved hands to grasp things, like anything else with hands. Humans had hands before they invented tools, Jesus. But for the record, they can use very primitive tools - like, grab a rock to hit something with. Thing is so can...

Dave sipped his beer as he listened. "Mmmm. Yeah, in my world they say there's a critical period where you have to learn language, and if you don't you probably won't ever be able to learn it properly. But most of the time it turns out the famous cases were also physically abused, or disabled...

Dave listened to Curio with interest, raising an eyebrow at the example of her speech, rolling his eyes at the great white goat in the sky reference. "Huh. So you're not born sapient but can become so, and that's a recent thing? How recent are we talking? Seem like a mutation that spread...

Dave tilted his head. "Well, not so much with the decimating an entire town, over in my universe. I get the sense Pokémon tend to be not only smarter but also more powerful here and some other worlds than they are in mine. Where I'm from they're broadly competitive, like fighting each other...

"I mean, even if I carried pictures with me, don't exactly have them here." Dave shrugged. "There were eight of them and we split them between us. My daughter's Jean. Part Vul-- Ninetales. She's a big ball of upbeat energy, most of the time. Loves cartoons and games and people. Technically she...

Dave stared at Curio. "Oh, shit. Fuck." He shuddered, looking away, and took a swig of his beer. "Well," he said finally as he put the glass down. "I don't know about the cybernetics part, bit before that was a thing. But torture and kidnapping masquerading as science is kind of the reason...

"Huh. Yeah, that's fucked. Somebody skipped the ethics board." Maybe he'd seen the arm when they'd first gathered? He wondered what it'd be like to lose a limb, get used to it, and then be returned to a body that has it again. Hold on, she never wanted one to begin with? "Wait, how'd you lose...

Dave scowled. Her hostility was nothing new after every reporter and nosy passerby at the time, but still exasperating. "Viable as in able to live, contrast the nonviable embryos that died in the first couple weeks. Pay attention." He took a gulp of his drink. "Look, we never meant to make any...

Dave waved a paw. "Nah, we've got open scientific databases of hypothetical genome sequences and molecular printers to synthesize the DNA strands. Completely artificial. No Pokémon were harmed, et cetera. We just..." He let out a long, exhausted sigh, chugged down the rest of the glass. "Okay...

"Human. I mean, you really can't fucking tell in here. I guess the answer's no?" Dave took a swig of his drink. "As for combining human and Pokémon genomes, well, ultimately the goal was medical. You know how humans are squishier than Pokémon? Pokémon can heal all kinds of shit that a human...