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Dave nodded slowly. "Right. That's good." He looked away. "And yeah. They are." He paused for a few seconds, glancing back at him. "Get some sleep, I guess." Fuck. He sighed, dropping his head heavily back on his pillow. <><><><><>

Dave kept his gaze on him, pausing. "Supposedly there are spies who don't even know they're spies. Some kinda mind-control. Maybe you should try to get yourself checked out for that. Just to be safe."

Dave furrowed his brow. "Well, Blacklight is hidden from the natives, but not from us, so one would think that wouldn't be enough. If being hidden is a problem, what can make people completely invisible? Other than, you know, you and your illusions." Fuck. Was Soda the spy? Should they go try to...

Dave frowned. Maybe they’d be able to talk to people, see if Pop had an alibi. He couldn’t be in two places at once, right? “Another possibility,” he said, “is there’s another Arceus here. One from a different universe, just itching to take over this one.” He looked back at Soda.

Dave narrowed his eyes, looking away. Well. They'd been discussing telepathically how the attack might have been Judgment, hadn't they? "Think Pop could be a spy?"

"Yeah, you'd think." Dave paused, watching him. "Know anyone who'd fit the bill?"

"I don't think you're a spy." Well. He couldn't be very sure, could he. Anyone could be a spy if supposedly they didn't even know they were. "I'm saying I was thinking it was a different person, and that that was you. Not a whole lot of other people I know who are invisible and give a shit."

"That's what I'm saying. Doesn't seem very in character for whatever the fuck they were describing. For a moment there I thought it might be you." He narrowed his eyes at Soda.

Dave looked away. "Well, I don't know, there was something invisible there that yanked my fucking soul back into my body while whispering gentle encouragement and if that was the goddamn spy I think that raises a lot of questions."

Dave reached for one of Petram's cupcakes, rolling his eyes briefly at the assurances that they were healthy. Well, couldn't be worse than nothing. ...They were actually pretty damn good. Credit where it was due, he supposed. Mia was still hovering around his bed. Honestly he was kind of...

Mia frowned. Dave had told her some things about the history of Cibus, something about a previous Dark Matter attacking the Tree of Life, but he had been vague, because Dave didn't think history was very interesting. A lot of other people were talking or yelling and being angry. She stepped...

Mia entered the infirmary, looking around. Bahamut and Puddle were there, having some kind of strange argument. So was Joule, with Maple beside him. And Diyem. She tilted her head. He was a Charmander now. Or looked like one. She walked straight up to him, looking at him intently. "Dave said...

Dave wasn't sure exactly how Brisa planned to understand Mia through a fight. But apparently she wanted to understand. That was a hell of a step above most people. He let out a breath as he watched her go. Maybe they'd actually get along. <><><><><>

Mia turned immediately. Her expression didn't change, her voice remained monotone, but she cocked her head and said, "That would be nice. I've got proper scythes now. I can fight." "Mia, you--" Dave stopped. Actually... yeah. This was a world where even he went around kicking dragons in the...

Dave looked back at Brisa and the apprehensive look on her face. Fuck. Well, he was used to people not wanting to be around Mia. He clenched his teeth. "Right. See you around." Mia didn't say goodbye.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know it'd just fucking turn into--" He waved a paw agitatedly towards Not-Mia. "He said he couldn't read memories!" She? What the fuck was any of this. "Hi," said Not-Mia, only flicking her gaze toward Brisa for a second before returning to experimenting with her...

Dave was too stunned to answer, his gaze fixed on the newly-formed creature. A green light lit up in the not-Scyther's eyes, its scythes flickering to life with a similar green glow. It raised them up to look at them, tilting its head. After a moment it turned toward him. "Hi," said a voice he...

"Oh, good. Telepathy's not bothering you?" Brisa shrugged and shook her head. Speaking of... Dave looked around; where'd they put his bag? It was lying on a chair beside the bed; he fished Squiggly out of it. Dave peered at the stone, wary. It wasn't moving or doing much. Squiggly seemed to be...

"...Right. Thanks, I guess." Dave'd been by the infirmary to check on her back in Treasure Town after hearing she'd exploded (he'd ranted about Radiance to the nurses), but he hadn't stuck around. He wasn't sure if she even knew. He pushed himself to his feet and out of the bed. "Did I miss...

"...Yeah, I think I'll manage." It was kind of bizarre looking at her, honestly; even without being next to him, she was obviously like twice his size, all in one burst. With a sting in his gut he thought of Jean, how he'd just opened the door to her suddenly taller, misproportioned. But Brisa...