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Cuicatl’s eye would have twitched if she still had eyes. The one time she decides to be helpful and she’s entirely ignored. In favor of Starr. Who she still wasn’t entirely sure wasn’t with Team Rocket, or whatever they were called. She turned around and left without saying a word. They...

Cuicatl bit down a phantom headache (and weren’t migraines at the top of the list of things she really didn’t miss about humanity). “So you’re not from here? Why hide it? All the biggest heroes of this world aren’t from here.” “And that’s a cosmog in the machine? Because those are the Pokémon...

"I... I won't be any use looking at anything. And I don't know anything about the R. But Shadow Pokemon were real and made by technology in my world. And sometimes things do fall between dimensions. Usually pokemon, but maybe technology or people could."

“Hmm? You’re fine. We’ve just been talking to each other.” Cuicatl didn’t recognize the other person, but the wound in her side sure did as it flared up in pain. Oh.

“We were talking earlier,” she whispered. “Shadow Pokemon existed on my world, and she said something similar did on hers, and that she was involved in it. But she didn’t want to talk about it. Sounded suspicious.”

“Oh.” Dialga and Palkia always seemed too Primordial to be real. Or at least, real in a way humans should be concerned about. Progenitors of the current gods that either went back to sleep or have better things to do. It doesn’t bode well for something that ancient to be awake. “I’ll keep that...

“Oh.” Truth be told, Cuicatl barely even knew who those people were. “So what happened with you and Maple?” she whispered.

“Thanks...” Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say to that. “Anyone else here? I can’t see.”

Oh wow. Cynthian was old. Unless years are different here because of a different distance from the sun. But it feels similar enough to her own. If it was closer it would be much hotter, and it would be colder if farther away. Instead this world feels kind of like earth. Maybe a little cooler...

“The small things are good. My family,” the living members, at least, “and friends. The sounds of nature waking up in the morning. If you can put the big stuff aside for a moment, things can feel okay.” Unless you also poisoned the small stuff by killing your brother and mother, betraying your...

“That sounds nice. Mine’s... not like that. Lots of wars. Countries occupying other countries. People fighting over which gods are stronger. There are still good humans and pokemon, but it seems like everything goes wrong when enough get together to make decisions.” “Sorry. That was a little dark.”

Cuicatl pointedly did not answer the question on how she was doing. She found herself feeling better as she talked to the Roselia. No need to drag her baggage into this. “What was your home like?”

And if she wasn’t capable of feeling, what was attract going to do? But she sensed that Cynthian had hit the point where more teasing would be mean. “And how have you been doing since then?”

Okay so that probably was Cynthian. Not that there were any other flowers on the team. “Hi,” Cuicatl said. Screw it, they were at the teasing point in sort of friendship, right? “How did the attract plan end up working out?”

Cuicatl entered the lab. She’d been paged and thought that she might as well see what, if anything, she could contribute. “Hey,” she said. She thought she smelled someone familiar, but she didn’t want to be sure. Could be another of the same species. “Who all is here?”