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Dave got the stone into the bag and hoisted it back onto his shoulders. He wondered fleetingly how Nate and the original Rocky had even known each other. He was pretty sure Mia'd told him Rocky was some kind of fucking mystery shapeshifter. "I'll tell her," he said, turning to leave again. "See...

Dave took a deep breath, nodding. "Right. Should probably check on that." He maneuvered the backpack off his back and onto the ground. "Mia said she wanted to train with you," he said stiffly as he made room to stuff the Ultra Stone inside. "Soon. Whenever. Test the new powers, whatever the fuck."

Dave blinked at the Ultra Stone, chest tightening. Was that what'd happened to the Mewtwo? Fuck. "Right. Thanks." He rolled the stone towards him with a paw, careful. "What, is Mewtwo...? Can it form a familiar or some shit? Or just trapped inside the stone?" What kind of existence would that...

Still on about-- What the fuck was Nate's damage? What, was he just going to act like it'd been some unfortunate goofy comment he was hung up on for no reason, like he hadn't attacked him in the fucking street over it? He fixed the Marshtomp with an incredulous glare while he weighed up how to...

Dave turned at the sound of the Marshtomp's voice, expecting some form of complaint about his general existence. Instead he got... what? He squinted at Nate. What the actual fuck was he playing at. "You want to help. What, is there nobody around for you to help that you don't think is some kind...

Eien hadn't even answered. Probably impossible to know, anyway. Whatever. He had better things to do. Like visit Flesh and see if they could finally find the last Substitute. "Yeah. Thanks for trying." Exhaling, he turned to leave.

"Wait, no, don't--" But the parasite was already dissolving into dust. Fuck. He looked at Eien, heart hammering. "You sense any kind of energy going towards the moon there? Or did your thing suppress it? Goddamn it." Of course they'd wound up killing it. Of course. He clenched his jaw, knot...

"Think you've got the wrong fucking world there, bud." Dave glanced at Eien. "Cibus runs on hope and friendship and rainbows. Pretty sure there's no sense in which Cibus wants to end." Of course, how the fuck would the parasite know, if positive emotions were alien to it. If all you can see is...

Jesus. Dave felt his hackles rising. He supposed listless "nothing matters" was about what was to be expected from something that'd been purged of all negative emotions while being unable to feel anything positive. "That something you want, the parasites, or somebody else? Something else?"

Dave stared. What the fuck. What the fuck. Now it was willing to speak? He opened his mouth to say something, interrogate it on what they were doing and what they wanted and whether the one in Soda was their leader and how to get it the fuck out of him, and then didn't, waiting for it to answer...

Dave hesitated, they couldn't risk killing it but why would it, that didn't make sense-- They were out of time, and Eien just went for it, and his heart jolted as it abruptly stopped moving - but no, it was still glowing. Did that mean alive...? Just, what, listless and incapable of feeling...

Huh. "So, what, you think if you suppress it it'll just... kill it? Or just, I don't know, render it temporarily catatonic? Not a big fan of killing it if that might send it up to join with Soda's parasite."

Dave peered at her. "What?" Jesus, just say what you're fucking thinking instead of generating suspense with meaningless fluff. He glanced back at the parasite, watching for any indication it could be waking up.

Yawn? Was that normal for a Marshtomp? Fuck if he knew. Not exactly a species he'd studied. "Isn't that some kind of... delayed thing?" He vaguely remembered reading something about it as part of Slugma's natural moveset, though Gabriel'd thankfully never developed that particular power. Imagine...

Dave gave Nate a skeptical glance. "To sleep? Like, with a Sleep Seed?" He... supposed that'd work. He frowned. "Well, I haven't got any of those. Do you?" God damn. He inhaled through his nose. "If we're doing that, we might want to use my Radiance to be sure it takes."

Dave kept a wary eye on the parasite, ready to replenish the barrier if needed. Was it reacting to Eien at all? Or to Nate? What the fuck was his Radiant move, anyway? It just looked like him talking to the thing like it was a pet or a young child or something. Did it actually do anything? Dave...

"...Let's start with the small one." That one'd seemed less aggressive, right? Probably easier to confine and more receptive. Dave looked at it through the glass and tried to concentrate, grasping for Radiance in the depths of his brain. It was a lot harder when not actually in a fight. He...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. Oh, now he wanted his help. He almost wanted to tell him sorry, no, I'm very busy molesting kids, but he'd probably take it as a confession. It wasn't a terrible idea anyway. "...Chip, is there any way to get one out of there into a Protect without the other...

Nate just kind of ignored him altogether, but at least he'd backed off the idea of killing the parasites. Wouldn't complain to not have to have more of an interaction with him. Jesus. "Eien? I mean, I guess." If they were basically pieces of another Eternatus, it might make sense? Let her be...

"Soda's powerful. The parasite's just the thing feeding on him. Yeah, it could make a difference to have two whole extra parasites joining with it to overpower his spirit or whatever the fuck. If nothing else, by the time we beat the thing out of him it'd be real fucking nice for it to not be...