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"Yeah! Ascension! Hmmm... Who would you want to turn into if that happened? Hmm. Maybe Cobalion? Or, or! What about Zapdos? I think you'd make a good Zapdos!" "Seyka's right," Nate said harshly. "We got a lot of catching up to do. Alone." Rocky wilted for a moment, but then Nate tried to...

"No, I ain't... I ain't hurt," Nate said. He poked himself again. Still felt it. But then the mewtwo and its attacks had sure as hell felt real, too, hadn't they? If he'd started thinking about evolving instead, then maybe-- "You evolved!" Rocky beamed, forming up into his usual infernape...

"No! Seyka!" Nate struggled against the mewtwo's psychic grip. It weakened, ever so slightly, as the silent pokémon turned, glowing eyes fixing on the skarmory instead of Nate. "Get out of here! We're fucked, just get back to the entrance and--" Nate's throat closed up. The air was growing hot...

"Shit, yeah. Don't seem like there'd be much point sticking around if you couldn't even eat," Nate said. All the rest of that about being useless, though. Seemed like a real theme with the skarmory. Nate regarded him uneasily, not sure what he could say to that, or if he should say anything at...

"Ha! I know. The niceness is fucking weird." It sounded like Seyka's world wasn't quite so sunshine and roses and shit, even if it was all pokémon. Kinda reassuring, in a way. "What do you mean about wanting to go home to your brother being selfish, though? Sounds reasonable enough to me." He...

Damn. That was more strategy kinda talk than Nate thought he'd heard from Seyka at any point in the past. "Charging to watch the Maple cagefight, huh?" he said, and laughed weakly. "Seems like a decent plan. Like you said, she ain't gonna stop no time soon. Pretty steady source of money." He...

"Oh, God, yeah. The egg shit." It wasn't really a surprise, all things considered. What was more uncomfortable was the implication that the familiars weren't in their final form... and probably nobody knew what the fuck a necrozma/eternatus/dark matter/nate hybrid was going to evolve into...

Nate laughed. Yeah, that was Seyka. Totally zen and kinda morbid as always. "Well, I dunno. The trees probably don't like Rocky too much. He's burned enough of 'em down, fire-type and all." The rough path led deeper into the forest, and here and there stars glimmered through gaps in the forest...

Nate stared into the trees. It was nighttime beneath them, just like always. Supposedly the place was supposed to be clear now, without the "curse" or whatever the fuck that was. It was nothing more than a dungeon now. Which was still likely to be pretty fucked up, since all dungeons were, but...

Nate had been expecting some kind of snide comeback, some kind of stupid sarcastic remark, same as the mightyena always had on tap. But instead the guy just agreed with him? Well, good. Fucking good. Asshole was afraid of another beatdown, was he? "Fucking great. Make sure you stick to it."...

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Want to rub it in that you're a mightyena? Hoping I'll kick you ass again because you're into that, too? Whatever. Point is, there was two other missions you could have picked from if you were in a mission-y mood, and there was definitely no reason you had...

Nate followed behind the two mightyena, watching in case he needed to stop the bayleef from sliding off Dave's back. The shadow one looked like it had things under control, though. He could probably go on ahead. Theoretically go on ahead. Dave wasn't exactly hurrying, but Nate had to keep up a...

"You think? Ain't never seen Astrid make, like, no radioactive Blacklight cloud," Nate said. But whatever. The bayleef was breathing and, given they were a pokémon, they'd probably be fine as long as they got some medical attention. Nate watched, dubious, as Dave settled down next so Saltriv...

Nate scooped the reviver back into his bag and circled Saltriv, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't move the bayleef, they were like at least three times his size. Run back to Destiny Village to get help? Yeah, and how long would that take, with him going at like a tenth of a mile an...

Nate had managed to separate the shadow from its host, only for a huge explosion to hurl him into the bushes. He came to a few seconds later, upside-down tangled in snagging branches and jabbing leaves, with a familiar headache and the minty taste of reviver energy at the back of his throat...

Nate immediately started gathering water when the chikorita hurled rocks at him and Dave, but when Saltriv lashed out at it, all the damage he was doing seemed to be coming right back at him. Nate scowled and spat his attack at the shadow's feet instead of directly at it, hoping to spook it...

Oh, great. Another one of these fuckers. "Hey! Piss off!" he yelled at the shadow chikorita. "Can it with your weird shadow nonsense. All this 'everybody hates you' shit gets real fucking old!" At least it was only a chikorita. Easy enough to deal with. If it didn't take off or disappear of...

"Fuck's actual sake." Nate sighed. If the guy was having a moment, Nate was inclined to let him work it out for himself; the shit that had been going on in the forest was pretty damn personal. But probably he should make sure Saltriv wasn't, like, bleeding to death or some shit. Reluctantly...

Something pulled Nate away from the mightyena's lunge, and he stared dumbly as the illusion's teeth snapped shut on nothing. But it registered, when Soda started shouting, that the bastard had gone and picked Nate up. "What the fuck? Hey! Let go!" Nate struggled, but a second later the forest...

There didn't seem to be much of anything around. Just more of this Blacklight stuff, wherever it was actually coming from, or if it had just, like, accumulated here as a result of that mewtwo and Giovanni hanging around so much. Nate made a quick circuit of the campsite, looking to see if there...