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Nate started when the little Lugia chastised him for wondering about their mother. How in the hell--oh, right, psychic. There was something he definitely hadn't missed, assholes rummaging around in your private thoughts like they owned the place. "Maybe don't go creeping in people's heads if you...

Nate relaxed a bit and took his hand off his badge when the smeargle and zoroark showed up. Well, what did you know? They were good for something after all. The relief couldn't last, though, not when even the smeargle's most powerful attacks couldn't connect. If they were going to fight that...

Well, wasn't exactly lightning-quick service from the fucking God Squad, was it? And the mew was clearly out of the league of anyone here. Fucking wake up! Nate thought as hard as he could at the badge and kept the button pressed down in case it was still transmitting. Maybe some screaming and...

Nate hadn't been asleep when Diyem's call went out, but he hadn't thought much of the distant sounds of battle until the charizard started yelling in his head about it. Of course it took him an actual age to get down to the beach, and by that point a few pokémon had already shown up, all of them...

Oh, good. At least the poochyena was leaving. Nate might have gotten saddled with an obligation he didn't want, but being out of the loop would piss him off more than going on whatever search, probably. Evidently all kind of shit had been going on without him realizing, which might have been...

"Yeah, well. Problem is it ain't easy to get a Celebi of all things to talk, not if they don't want to. And the sceptile could take any one of us out in a couple seconds, too." Nate sighed and dug one of his hands deeper into the sand, letting it run down between his fingers (or toes. whatever)...

God, if only Nate didn't know fucking Mew. If he never had to hear about Mew again in his entire fucking life it would be too soon. Mew and Celebi. What a fucking day. Mew's evil twin didn't do fucking smoke, so far as he knew, but the Celebi was pink, after all. Who knew how many variations on...

"Some 'fucking ghost thing?' What, like a gengar?" A gengar could be pretty fucking distracting, no question, but Nate kind of hoped that the Guild wouldn't let a rowdy ghost stop them from getting something done. Whatever actually needed to be done, here. Okay, yeah, that was a fucking joke...

"I don't know, I didn't exactly get a good look at the guy, You might say it all happened kinda fast. Plus he was fucking invisible. But I guess he was breathing out some kind of dark smoke, like a fire-type except, you know, not." Nate wrestled briefly with his desire to get away from the...

"I mean I was walking along, minding my own business, when this sceptile pops out of the bushes and tries to fucking stab me. Supposedly he was possessed or some shit and, like, time traveling from another dimension. There was a big fight down on the beach, and Celebi was there too, and...

Odor sleuth? Yeah, that would probably make sense. And would put the poochyena pretty close to evolving already. "I don't know if you've noticed, but these bodies can't battle for shit and get tired after like two attacks. Seeing as I got nearly fucking murdered out here, I didn't really feel...

Nate started to laugh when the poochyena raised their hackles, just like they'd been startled by the hated frog toy that always got Poochyena barking up a fit for no reason. Their words brought him back down to earth, though. Male poochyena. Right. There was one of those in amidst all the other...

Nate was on his feet immediately, even before registering what actually woke him. Another split second to take in the situation: some pokémon on the beach, close. They would be on him in a second. His first thought to retreat deeper into the bushes and lie low, so instead with a burst of...

Nate blinked and wobbled while the jigglypuff essentially introduced him to the same fucking thing the charizard had told everybody. Well, if people didn't recognize him as one of that group, fucking good, honestly. He could almost have laughed at the jigglypuff's description of their quest...

Nate took another long blink to clear his head. The jigglypuff was talking at him from one side, the smeargle and the two bastards from the other. Something about a human hero? Godspeed that poor fuck. It wasn't a fun go of it, trying to pay attention to the missing kids shit and the peppy...

Nate didn't exactly have the best vantage for getting a sense of what was going on around him. He recognized a couple of voices, and he could see part of the sceptile's foot, but that wasn't exactly very fucking enlightening. Nate paused a second when someone walked into his field of...

Nate's attack landed, again--not that it was a surprise; certainly Celebi wouldn't bother watching out for him--and for a brief moment he was rewarded by the legend dipping in the air. But Celebi never even came close to hitting the sand, and with a quick twist she'd practically thrown him off...

The water gun hit home, and Nate didn't attempt to hide a sneer at the Celebi's distress. It was completely pointless, of course. As the legend itself was protesting, this wasn't the right Celebi. Soaking it wasn't going to do even the tiniest thing to whichever one of its alternative timeline...

The mud-slap flew true and actually hit something, but Nate's elation at its success turned to icy shock when he registered what it was he'd hit. The mud spatters outlined a bulbous head and tiny body, and now that he was thinking of it, was that the faint hum-flit of insect wings? No. That's...

Nate got only the briefest look at his attackers when the water splashed against them. Two of them, one big, one airborne. He faintly registered someone yelling, maybe for him? But the sound was too far off and he had slightly more pressing concerns, like the fact that something tore past him...