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"Wouldn't be surprised if there was some kind of mind control fuckery going on," Nate said. "Psychic legends and all. They do that shit. Though I dunno why somebody with mind-control powers would bother with a disguise." There could be some kind of constraints on the power, of course. If...

Nate would have stuck to the back of the room regardless, but today especially he'd wanted to remain discreet. Worried that he might get called on to recount what had happened to him when he was attacked, "Like I ain't had to explain that shit enough for one fucking lifetime." Hadn't been sure...

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"With Johto?" How the hell was that supposed to work? "What, there's just a big fucking desert stuck on below Olivine? Like Olivine, the port city of Olivine?" Nate snorted. Mightyena tipped her head to the side, ever so slightly. It looked like the humans were calming down a bit. The eevees'...

Well, unhinged laughter and questioning his own sanity were better than trying to start shit. Kinda. Nate stayed on his guard. Who knew what could set the guy off again. "Really dunno what to tell you," he said. "I ain't no big fan of the government neither, and I don't want them starting shit...

Nate saw Wes reach for the knife--great, he really had to go and piss off Knife Guy's alter ego, who might not be quite so psychotic but still had a fucking knife. He tried to draw himself up, but of course Wes was fucking tall and he came up to like the guy's kneecaps, plus he was still a...

Nate took an involuntary step back, instinctively glancing past Wes to Mightyena. Holy shit, zero to pissed in like two seconds. If anything, Nate would have expected the coat thing to set the guy off, not what would probably be the first thing that came to anybody's mind when somebody mentioned...

"Orre, really?" A faint chill crept down Nate's back. "Sure, I've heard of it." He'd been hearing about it way too much for his tastes, lately. Way, way, too much. "I mean, I'm from Kanto and all, but Orre comes up from time to time. That's where, uh, well... you ain't never had to deal with any...

Well, that was even weirder than Nate had been expecting. All that "multiverse" bullshit... he hadn't thought about the potential for running into other versions of yourself. And if that other-you was unhinged? "Jesus. That's creepy. He really just jumped you out of nowhere? Because you look the...

"Nah, but Mightyena can find it," was all Nate had to say; she'd been wagging at the umbreon for a moment there, but one mention of her name and she was up and on her way to the door before he even finished. "Could use your help getting inside, though." Out in the hall, Mightyena sniffed around...

"Nice work," Nate said to Mightyena as she came back over to him, making little growls of irritation. Like the espeon, she was feeling frustrated by the lack of progress. They'd gotten something, though. "Yeah. I don't recognize the smell neither," Nate said. "No sign of a pokémon, but someone...

"No problem," Nate said. "Couldn't really just let some psycho run around trying to stab people." Good lord. What the fuck had even been going on on that boat? He followed Wes, the eevees, and Mightyena into the room--she was already having a conversation with the other pokémon, apparently...

"Name's Mitch," Nate said offhandedly. "Wes," huh? Hadn't exactly met many of them around. What he was itching to ask--what he was dying to ask--was just what the hell had been going on with Wes' evil twin on the boat. But that felt like it would be weird. Weirder than standing around awkwardly...

Well, that was a disarmingly honest answer. Nate couldn't help but return the other guy's grin, if briefly. "Fair enough, I guess. Can't really pretend I wasn't coming here to do the same thing myself." He took an experimental step forward, keeping half an eye on the umbreon. Mightyena glanced...

Nate hadn't seen much point hanging around the police station longer than he absolutely had to. The cop didn't really seem to know much and seemed more interested in pushing blame off onto the hypno chick than anything. Typical cop. Who knew how much of her information they could trust, anyway...