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Oh, right. He had said that. Nate rubbed his face as he watched the gallade jog off into the distance. God, he just wanted to go back to sleep. It was way too early for fucking thinking. Worse, now he had to carry this sack of shit with him all the way down to the fucking beach. Nate slipped...

Nate snorted. "A damn sight more than some of the busybodies around here who won't butt out with their fucking advice. Wouldn't have bothered asking if I thought you didn't know shit." Regardless, it was clear the gallade--or whatever--wasn't in a chatty mood. "But whatever. Good luck finding...

"Rocky and I ain't got quite the same relationship as most people and their familiars," Nate said. "So no, he ain't in my head unless I want him to be." He'd keep his own assessment of Rocky's ability to connect the dots to himself. "What notes are you expecting me to be taking, here? You said...

Nate snorted. "Just the once? Sounds like you got off easy." Guardian...s? Had he heard that right? Well, there wasn't any reason, he supposed, why someone couldn't have grabbed more than one shade. But good lord did that ever sound like a move you'd regret after the fact. "Look, Rocky's the...

Nate tilted his head. "You speaking from experience on that one?" He glanced off in the direction Rocky had gone again. "Anyhow, Rocky and me... It's complicated." Nate turned his attention back to Mergo. "You ever find your thing?"

"I guess," Nate said, shrugging. "Felt like something wasn't adding up. Hate that. Like you say, if you ain't got no other option and think you can't be transparent with someone... Well, I ain't met a lot of people more opaque. It's interesting is all." He tried to shrug the bag up higher on his...

"Heh, yeah. The arcanine said 'ideals' himself, and I wasn't sure if he was making a joke or if the dragons are just fucking flipped in your world or what." Nate listened more closely to the rest of what the gardevoir--gallade?--had to say. "People lie, for sure," he said after a moment. "And...

Nate smiled tightly. "Well, yeah. I'm an asshole, remember?" He cast a look towards Rocky's retreating form, one hand rubbing at his gills. Rocky needed to get used to not having him around all the time. It was better that he got started now. Whatever. So this guy could go back and forth from...

"Yeah?" Nate said. "The blades come free with that, or do you gotta pay extra?" "Ugh," Rocky said, giving Mergo a hostile look. "You aren't really going to talk to him, are you?" "Reckon I am," the marshtomp said. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up." "Catch up?! When do you ever catch up?" The...

It should be illegal to be conscious this early. Nate's head felt full of sand, his eyes gritty, his limbs each a hundred pounds. Any merciful god would have let him sleep at least another half hour. Rocky was not merciful, and he was also extremely insistent that they make it to the beach in...

"Wait, what?" Nate spun around at the sound of the distant explosion, and then the crowd started going nuts, flying or fleeing towards the tower up on the hill. "Goddammit," Nate muttered, looking around wildly. He was going to get fucking left behind again, wasn't he? Cal was taking off, and...

Dear god. Were all the eldritch monstrosities around here super horny all the time? Nate felt like he knew way too much about what the godlike beings around here were into. It was fucking weird. There was something off about Maple for sure. Even she admitted it, kinda. But whether that...

"Well," Nate said, "That's good enough for me, I think. If Vix couldn't find any corruption to drain from you, then I figure any you got, it's buried too deep to matter." He sighed. Why did it feel like such a red flag when he said that. "There was just one thing I was wondering about. Was it...

Nate wasn't terribly surprised. "Yeah, I mean, I don't think that shithead is exactly the most reliable source of info. I know for a fact that even if he don't necessarily lie, he knows how to tell the truth in a way that makes you think the wrong thing. Plus he was all about how us being at...

Nate narrowed his eyes at Vix's "squirt" comment, but that would have to wait for later. Still tugging at his gills, he said, "Yeah, well, speaking of things 'the haze' said, one of 'em was that you're another Blacklight user. And that you've had it since way before you showed up here. So that's...

"I mean, yeah, I know that. I wasn't expecting you to be sitting this one out, and I don't think it'd be worth my time trying to get you to change your mind on that. I'm asking if you're ready." Nate looked back at the crowd again, fussing unconsciously with his gills. Lovely fucking time for...

"Where to fucking start?" Nate sighed. He glanced back at the crowd of people waiting in front of the house. He wanted to ask if they could go inside instead of standing around on the street shouting about things, but if people thought it might stop Maple from starting shit, well, whatever. "You...

Nate didn't bother looking up when the door of the shed creaked open. "What, get bored or some shit?" he drawled, still focused on the battle playing over his badge. "You need your stupid bow-tie." Nate did finally look up when the thing landed on the floorboards next to him. "Oh, yeah, that's...

(( Welp, I'm sure that's not gonna be relevant. :P )) That was kind of funny. It meant Joule hadn't even mentioned it to Maple in a long, long time, and why wouldn't he do that? Since they could go everywhere, they could go back and visit whenever they wanted. Maybe wherever he came from was...

"He is! I think everybody knows they're going back. Or... can go back?" Would everyone have to leave their familiar friends behind? Maybe there was some way they could remain in Cibus if they liked. "Well, Mudkip knows he's going home for sure. He wouldn't have agreed to come otherwise. Which is...