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Rocky came bounding over, and Nate tried to hastily, but discreetly, move back away from the charizard. If they hadn't noticed anything amiss already, he'd prefer to keep it that way. "Are you leaving? Is it happening?" Rocky looked around at people taking up dramatic stances. "Yeah, I think...

Nate nodded. "I guess, sure." Well, it probably did mean something. Nothing good, by Nate's guess, but whatever. "And thanks. Little luck for all of us could go a long way." He smirked at Diyem. "Yeah. Quite a family. More than I could handle, I gotta admit." He shifted uneasily, looking out...

Time passed and people filtered in and out, saying their goodbyes. Rocky was having a fine time catching up with people he hadn't seen in ages. Often because he'd been busy sticking to Nate like glue. The marshtomp himself lurked around uncomfortably, not sure what to do with himself. They were...

"Ooh, are those cupcakes?" Rocky hared off in Petram's direction, and Nate relaxed a bit. Hopefully he could fade into the background now. He felt like he'd already said goodbye to everyone he'd meant to already, more or less, but it felt strange to just ignore them all now. He spent a bit...

"You bet!" Rocky said with a huge wink. God, he was going to be bragging about it to everyone, wasn't he? At least Nate wouldn't remember to be worried about that. And then the fucking mightyena showed up for some fucking reason? With his shadow in tow, too. And somehow, Nate... didn't...

Nate winced at Echo's question, turning a nervous look towards Diyem, Owen, and his group. He doubted it would be long until Diyem at least picked up on what was going on with Rocky, but ideally there'd be a couple universes between them before that happened. Rocky was prepared for the...

"I do!" Rocky said, drawing himself up proudly. "You like it? I'm more shadowy now, too." Nate looked ill. "Hey, Echo," Rocky went on. "What're you going to do after this. I'm gonna visit some of the other parts of Cibus with Mia! Wanna come?" Nate took a glance around the crossroads, hoping...

"Hi, Koa!" Rocky said brightly. "Wow, it's so weird saying goodbye now. It feels like you just got here." "Take care," Nate said, wearily raising a hand. "Good luck on your journey and all. You got a lot of potential." "You know, Flesh is over there," Rocky said in a stage whisper. "We could...

"Of course we'd be the first ones here," Rocky said, laughing as he bounded into the crossroads, looking eagerly over the crowd of Cibuseans who'd gathered to see them off. "You're really eager to leave, aren't you?" "Nngh," Nate said. Mostly he felt like he wanted to sleep for a week. He...

Nate wasn't in a laughing mood, but he did smile darkly when Diyem's evil bread attached itself to the Overseer's ear. What the hell was going on with the feraligatr?

Nate clenched his hands, swallowing down a hot ball of anger. Still going on like the only options were "let Dark Matters take over worlds all over the place" or "torture therapy and conscription with the Overseers." Sure. Two great options. Why even consider anything else? It wasn't his...

Nate closed his eyes and frowned while he listened, still rubbing at his face. He didn't really have a clear picture of what Diyem was saying the situation was anymore. Didn't seem like Diyem really wanted to clear it up, either. "I think it matters," he said after a moment, "if the Overseers...

Nate narrowed his eyes, still dragging at his gills. "Bit different than the story I remember," he said. "So you're saying the Overseers came to kick the shit out of you on your hellworld, then? Took you off for your program then?" He frowned. "How did you come out of your "dormancy" thing in...

Nate grimaced at being compared to Owen, and watched Diyem's display with growing unease. But when there was the chance to get a word in edgewise, he scowled and said, "Uh, I dunno? Whatever the Dark Matter around here gets up to nowadays. Hanging out, not doing much, telling people to fuck off...

Nate ignored the feraligatr. "He's a person," he snarled. "And you've been experimenting on him for hundreds of fucking years as part of some bullshit scheme of yours. And you're expecting me to cheer because now you're going to go out and do that to more people? Diyem wasn't making a hellworld...

"Oh, well that's great," Nate said, ignoring all the blah blah blah about mercy killings and everything being corrupted and all that speculative bullshit. The team always won anyway, who gave a fuck. "Love that. Guy comes in and cleans up some mess that you didn't even want to fucking touch...

Nate came wheezing up the street almost twenty minutes after the first telepathic messages had come out. Rocky followed close behind, but the familiar was somehow larger than usual, bloated with half-dissolved chunks of meat and ghostly clumps of rice that all sloshed back and forth as he moved...

"Will do," Nate said. He caught the pokéball one last time, then stowed it in his bag. "Thanks for coming along. Don't know if we'd have a shot without you." He smiled faintly. "Take care, huh? And if you're ever bored, you're always welcome to hit me up. Ain't like I got a ton going on...

"I guess, yeah," Nate said. "Chains, huh? Fucking weird. Don't really strike me as a mewtwo kinda thing. More like a ghost or something." He shrugged. "If you could find that out, yeah, that'd probably be a good start."

Yeah. More interdimensional fucking threats. Nate would like to go back to a time before wondering whether some kind of eldritch horror from another dimension might just show up and eat the planet out of fucking nowhere. "That's true. Maybe there's something in another world that'd be able to...