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Nate nodded. "That's good. I know you ain't gonna let nobody get up to nothing shady." How much could Diyem do about it, though? Hopefully blowing up the Blacklight (...again? There were two Diyems? How the fuck did that work?) would give him some cred with the Overseers, despite the whole...

"Yeah. Real reassuring." Nate slowly folded his arms. "I was just wondering whether those Overseers might decide they wanted to, you know, experiment on it. Given history and all. Would kinda suck to friendship the hell out of the eternatus or whatever it is and then hand it over to some people...

Nate's scowl deepened the longer the meeting went on. More of this not being able to negotiate with the Blacklight, needing to kill it, whatever. Nate thought back uneasily to the gardevoir's comment about not attacking and surrendering to the Blacklight--it couldn't be that simple, at least not...

"Similar usefulness, huh?" Nate scowled at the map Pop had drawn up. "I mean, what, it looks like you got a Shadow thing, and a Divine thing, and an Eterna thing... don't it make the most sense to pick someone who's really good at Radiance shit to go after the Shadow one, and someone with...

Nate wasn't entirely sure why Bahamut felt the need to be so hush-hush about all this business with the dogs--who exactly was he worried would find out? There was that one random Soda substitute out there yet (Jesus Christ, they really needed to track that guy down), but other than that...

Ah, yeah. There they were. Nate grabbed the power suppressors and pushed them, as gently as he could, back towards Chip and the rest. They were too big to fit into his bags. "Found them, Chip. They're fine." Oh. Well. Looked like he was busy. Nate could tell him later. Right now he needed to get...

Right, the power suppressors. "Right, I'll look for them," Nate said. Fortunately he'd talked to Chip about them before, so he at least knew what they looked like. Or used to look like, since they weren't fucking stylish enough for Giovanni or whatever and Chip had been working on redoing them...

"You're the first that's showed up," Nate said, a little skeptically, as Owen burst into the room. He didn't think of the charizard as much of a healer, but then he started doing some weird greeny haze thing so, you know, whatever. The guy had some truly fucked-up attacks for whatever reason, so...

"Holy shit, Chip," Nate said. He fumbled his badge off his scarf and cursed when it fell and bounced up against a piece of rubble. "Here, I'm gonna call a healer to come help you out." He sent a text to everyone he could think of asking for them to get a healer to the lab to help with Chip or...

Nate dropped off Mellow's tail as the charizard landed, flopping unceremoniously in the grass. There was nothing he could do when Soda grabbed onto the mewtwo and tanked a fucking Blacklight blast like it was nothing before teleporting away. Cola was--gone? He was safe? Arceus was pacing back...

Rocky yelped, skidding to a halt as the mewtwo appeared right in front of him. He managed to throw up a protect before the punch could hit home, but the force of the blow still lifted his insubstantial body up, shield and all, and sent him bouncing away across the hillside. He came to rest far...

Things went even better than Rocky hoped. Maybe Soda did a good thing for real? And Cola seemed like he was actually going to try to listen to Pop. If he could stop being so scared of the other arceus... Rocky watched the two of them talking, rocking back and forth on his feet and grinning...

Rocky raised his eyebrows, flames dancing high. That was good, wasn't it? It was surprising, if Soda was being honest. Rocky kept watching, expression grim.

Rocky scowled and crossed his arms. He didn't like this, but he couldn't hear anything, either--if Soda would even let them hear what was actually being said. And it wouldn't do Cola any good to think people were spying on him. For now Rocky waited where he was, throwing the occasional nervous...

Rocky smiled and waved back, but even seeing a friendly face wasn't enough to reassure him. Everything depended on what happened when Pop showed up, and then Soda...

Rocky was waiting anxiously to see who all would show up. Hopefully a lot of people! He didn't like Soda being here at all, but maybe if there were more people, he'd have a hard time doing anything bad. Maybe. Unfortunately Rocky did trust Soda to show up here, just like Puddle, because this...

“Okay, I’ll go right away, then! Watch for my call. And when you talk to Cola, don’t worry too much. Just remember that you don’t just want to focus on what bad things you aren’t going to do. Talk about the good things you’re going to do, too. That’s another tip from Mudkip.” They hadn’t been...

"That's good!" Rocky said. "Maybe you can ask him to watch Cola sometimes for you, if they like each other. Which I figure they will, since everybody likes Red, and I'm pretty sure he likes every pokémon there is. He might be a good person to take Cola out and show him the world, since he's...

"Great!" Rocky said. "I can go right away. There was just one more thing. Has Cola met Red?"

"Oh! I meant with my badge!" Rocky said brightly. "Since I know where Cola's staying right now. I figured I'd go tell him you wanted to talk to him, and then call you on my badge and give it to him."