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"Watch yourself, all right?" Nate called after Diyem. "I know Xerneas is sexy and all, but there's something fucking weird going on here!" "Jesus," he muttered after the charizard had left. "Ain't he like a zillion years old or some shit? I thought he'd be over that sorta shit by now." And...

"Careful sleuthing, huh? And what's your careful sleuthing turned up so far?"

"Sure," Nate deadpanned. "You've been acting kinda weird lately, you know. Which, hey, you kinda-sorta get to reunite with your squeeze after some real wild shit, no wonder you want to hang out all the time. That ain't weird. What's weird is you don't seem to realize it's happening. Makes me...

"Well, for tonight, I guess," Nate said uneasily. They had a whole lotta nights to figure out after this one, though, and he didn't feel like he had any idea of the right way to handle this. Like yeah, Lunala, or Giovanni, was by every account a bastard, and he sure as hell weren't nice, but he...

(( It's THE HUG. <3 <3 <3 ty ty )) Nate's nose was... cold. It took him a couple seconds to realize that was because his face was pressed up against the energy barrier. He backpedaled hard, dragging at his face to erase the stupid goofy grin. When he turned his attention back to everyone...

"Yeah. I kinda got the feeling he ain't from around here," Nate said. Was it possible that shithead was actually human? One of the human "heroes" they'd already met, or... Someone else? He also got the feeling that they weren't going to get a lot of the mewtwo, either. Even if he seemed...

"Could be," Nate said. That bastard. Nate fucking knew it. Although what the hell his play was, the whole thing with Joule... What the fuck had been up with that? Was the idea that Cola was going to take over his bizarro revenge quest somehow? "But it seemed like the guy was throwing around...

"Yeah, tell me about it," Nate said as he watched Typhlosion disappear into the pokéball. "Your world really ain't set up to deal with pokéballs. All kinds of assumptions gotta change." Something to file away for later. But before Chip could actually put the ball for the slot, Diyem had to go...

"Sounds like you don't remember much of anything," Nate said frankly. Which wouldn't be surprising, if him being someone else's pawn was really what was going on. "Is there anything you do remember well?" Meanwhile, Chip was back. Nate glanced up at the Porygon. "You got Typhlosion's pokéball...

"Huh. So you woke up and you already had Blacklight shit going on? Or were you able to find it really fast somehow? Do you remember where it came from?" Nate paced along the edge of the energy barrier. "And the spy said he had info on us, but... I don't fucking get it. That guy said he stole the...

More comfortable with Radiance, huh? Well, there weren't many people that fit the bill; were Joule and Maple, like, the only people in the whole fucking universe who could give that stuff out? Because of their "special relationship" or whatever? It seemed like that would narrow things down to...

"You can say that again," Nate said to Lunala, relaxing a little. What the fuck were they going to do about these two? If they were being controlled, it wasn't exactly safe to leave them alone, even if they were innocent. And Silver had sure as hell dodged the question about that, hadn't he...

"Chip, go get help!" Nate barked at the Porygon, who was still sputtering and whirring in shock. He bounded over to put himself between Lunala and the exit. It wasn't like he was ever going to stop the guy if he came flying over here again, being all of like a fucking foot tall, but he'd have a...

"Who?" Nate said. "Well, from what you told me, I got a guess that starts with 'O' and ends with 'Erseers,' if you know what I--hey! Wait, we ain't gonna--oh, come on!" Nate took off after Lunala--at least the bat couldn't maneuver very well in the cramped space--and fired a corkscrewing burst...

"Could be," Nate grumbled. "If you wanted an in with the team, there's lots of easier ways to do that, but what the fuck ever, I guess." Meanwhile, it looked like the real Giovanni--was it?--was hoping to slip away before anybody noticed. "Hey, hang on!" Nate called to the lunala. "I don't...

"You and me both," Nate said, though he couldn't stop a huge grin from spreading across his face. "Don't suppose there's any way we can let the typhlosion in there with him? Seems like both of them want a closer look." He turned to Lunala, and his smile stretched even broader, maybe, in...

"Nidoking, huh?" Nate said. He leaned back slightly, angling towards Silver but never taking his eyes off Giovanni. "What do you make of nidoking, Silver?" He narrowed his eyes, watching "Giovanni" for any reaction. "Or flareon?"

Nate did his best to keep a poker face while Starr went off on Giovanni. There was something else there. From her reaction back in the woods, she'd figured something else out based on Silver's reaction. She seemed very confident... And also very unwilling to say what it was she'd noticed. Jesus...

"Oh, right, you don't remember the details," Nate sneered. "You been having a lot of not remembering the details lately, ain't you? And, what, you keep telling yourself it don't really matter, it ain't important shit, who cares anyway? Nah. You need more than a poker face to hide what you're...

Nate kept up with the others as best he could, apprehensive but excited at the same time. Who the fuck knew what would happen once they got their Giovannis in a room together. ...probably nothing. Be serious, now. Probably Giovanni would do his whole bored aloof act, or get all taunting like...