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Owlface would "take it from here," huh? Nate took a step forward, ready to tell the decidueye exactly where he could stick his dismissal, but as his markedly-heavier bag nudged against his side, he hesitated. Talking to the damn bird was like trying to communicate with a boisterous brick wall...

Nate blinked when he suddenly somehow... knew more about the slug thing? The fuck? Foresight was great if you wanted to laugh at ghosts all bumping into walls because they couldn't phase through them no more, but it didn't let you figure shit out. At least, it hadn't. Before. "Yeah, that works...

Nate glanced at the recovering typhlosion. They'd need to talk to him in a moment, but right now Nate was more interested in the captured shade. He'd been too far away to get a good look at the things during the battle against Team Spice. Now he held the jar up and examined the slug closely...

The farfetch'd spoke up, and Nate stumbled in surprise, missing the shade entirely. What the fuck was--oh, that guy. Also a featherface. Goddammit. The shade slipped past him and made for the outdoors, and Nate cursed, rounding and running after it again. The farfetch'd was closer, though...

What the fuck was that? Something happened so quickly Nate's eyes couldn't follow it, and then . What the fuck had the decidueye done--if it had actually been him at all? No time to sit around marveling. Something was wriggling its way free of the typhlosion's unconscious body, and that meant...

Well, shit. Nate was going to have to come back to the whole legendaries thing, and the damn farfetch'd, too. Imagine finding somebody infected on literally the house they tried. The place must be crawling with them. Nate sized the typhlosion up a second. He hadn't gotten a great look at Team...

[ Lauchs is a good!! ] Wait, evacuating? Birdboy said going missing[/i]. So you know where they're going, then? Is anybody actually missing, or is this guy just--[/i] Nate was distracted when someone stumbled out from behind the house and hot-footed it over to them, yelping and squawking the...

"Yeah, you would fucking think that," Nate muttered. Where was the neighborhood leader supposed to be, again? Four houses down? He headed that way, meanwhile trying to concentrate. It was probably never going to stop feeling stupid just thinking really hard at somebody who wasn't there. Wasn't...

"Oh. Yeah." And what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Probably some shit about how it was all going to be fine and not to worry, like the decidueye said. If you see anything weird, tell one of the Arceus types. That kind of shit. For a second he struggled to come up with some kind of...

Yeah, that's right. Cute, harmless mudkip. "Ah, thanks, that's a great idea," Nate said. "We'll be sure to talk to the leader, then. Anything else we can do for you while we're here? Couldn't help but notice you seemed a little nervous about us coming to your door. Nobody's giving you grief, are...

No point making shit up now, not when they'd surely heard the decidueye's announcement. Nate fixed a broad smile on his face and said, "Yeah, hi. We're with the God Squad, and we've just been going around to check on people, you know, make sure everybody's doing all right after the evacuation...

"Oh my fucking God." Nate sprinted up to join the decidueye on the porch before he could do anything even more horrifying. Tell the whole goddamn world, why don't you? Jesus. "Okay, yeah, great plan. How about instead I'm gonna knock, and you're gonna follow my lead?" Nate reached up to give the...

It was a surprise that the houses were, well, almost like normal houses, not advertisements for the pokémon living in them. Kinda weird when the shops back in town were still doing the whole blissey head thing or whatever, but at least that meant if some larvitar wanted to move into a golem's...

Mercifully, the decidueye walked a bit slower as he made his way to the residential district, presumably out of deference to Nate's pace. Unfortunately, Nate absolutely fucking hated when people acted all sorry for him, like he couldn't keep up if he wanted to, so he charged on at a half-run...