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Rocky jumped up and down, pumping his fists in the air while he whooped louder than anybody. On the ground near his feet, Nate grunted and slowly raised his face out of the dirt, squinting through swollen eyes. "We won! We won we won we won!" Rocky bounced in an ecstatic circle. "Mhhgfckr...

Nate stood with arms crossed near the back of the group as usual. He wished he could be up in the stands, getting a good view of the fight. It was going to be hard to see anything interesting from the thick of things; turned out getting punched in the face wasn't great for appreciating any sort...

A conversation between Diyem, Maple, and Telum's dark matter? Damn. What Nate wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall for that one. "Well, nothing more to see here," he said to no one in particular, turning away from the arena. "Show's over." He waved vaguely to Owen as he passed, making for the...

"Ha!" Nate smacked the railing. "Knew it. There's the bastard." Maple wasn't going to be very happy about getting tricked into this one. But she could have saved them all some time and trouble if she'd just agreed to let Diyem look her over back at the Guild. Of course, that raised the...

Nate relaxed when Maple burst back out of the shadows, but he stayed where he was, staring down at the arena. Yup, exactly. He hadn't doubted that Diyem wasn't trying to get rid of Maple. Much. Not for more than a couple seconds, anyway. "Wants witnesses, probably," he said with a glance back...

It was... it was probably still okay. Diyem wouldn't have been able to tell anyone ahead of time what he planned to do, or he wouldn't have been able to get Maple where he needed her. Right? Nate stood up himself and leaned out over the railing, clutching it hard. It wasn't like he could make...

"Here it comes..." Nate murmured, then jumped a little when Owen stood up. He'd been so focused on what was going on down below that he'd forgotten the guy was even there. "I... I think it's okay," he said nervously. It really didn't sound okay, but there was no reason for Diyem to, like, murder...

"Yeah, same thing he was doing back at the Tree," Nate muttered. Once Diyem got properly set up, Maple was hosed--unless she had a secret up her sleeve, too. What was all his messing around with the hammer, though? What was he hoping to see?

It was probably a mistake to offer Nate any of the popcorn. He ate it automatically and fast, without really paying attention, and looked like he might go through the entire bag if not stopped. "Whass that?" he muttered mushily, squinting up at one of the battle screens. The air sparked and...

Nate leaned forward in his seat, frowning down at the arena. Diyem sure didn't seem like he was fighting for real just now, or maybe not yet. Whether Maple realized it or not, he had a feeling she was getting the inspection from Diyem she'd been so reluctant to agree to earlier. Hopefully he'd...

Yeah, that whole "Tree of Life" thing. Nate seriously needed to get that lucario alone for some serious questions about all that shit. Or maybe the lucario from this world who'd done basically the same thing, since Shield wasn't much of a talker. Right now, though, Darkwhite. It was certainly...

With the battle over, Nate had been more concerned with trying to see if Silver was up in the stands than with any sort of victory celebration. Yeah, the fucking origin whale had said it was totally defeated and shit; just another Tuesday and all that. Rocky's gasp got his attention even before...