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Andre turned to the typhlosion. "Ah, I see. Thank you for hosting us, Mr. Typhlosion. It has been a pleasure."

In his mind's eye, Andre saw a madman slaughtering the innocent. I will never become like that. I cannot become like that.

The snowball hit Andre right in the face, nearly knocking off his glasses. He winced and sighed, ready to try and wipe the lenses clean somehow until he realized there were none. His vision was normal. Huh. Andre adjusted his glasses with a hoof. "I'd rather stay away from the line of fire...

Andre blinked, soaking wet with gold paint. "Well, I didn't expect that to happen. I guess I pass the golden bucket dare now, too."

Andre's breath had left him. Someone was just admitting to destroying entire worlds because they were "rotten". At least that made him feel more humane by comparison. Desperate for a distraction, he turned to the Pillar for some more questions. "Two legs, no contest," he said. "As a painter...

Andre's fur bristled at the change of his surroundings, but he relaxed when there was no cold to match. He wasn't comfortable for long, though, as two people admitted to eating meat. You don't know their world, he reminded himself. Their rules might be different, and they probably don't have...

"If only I could've ended up with a more fitting body," sighed Andre. "A smeargle, perhaps, as I am an artist. Though I would have been fine with anything that had hands."

"Oh, this is all very interesting. Maybe someday I'll get to visit one of these pokemon-populated worlds." A brief hail began. Andre didn't mind - or he thought he didn't mind until one hailstone pelted him. It burned. "Get it off, get it off, get it off," he panicked, bucking back and...

"On that subject..." started Andre, then pointed a hoof to the zorua, the typhlosion and the lilligant. "You three look Hisuian. Are any of you from Hisui? In my world and my time, your kinds are next to extinct."

Andre's ear flicked. That... hybrid had just admitted to murder so lightly, and not regretting it, and feeling good doing it. How would the others respond? He listened for the others, and was shocked to hear more people talk about killing so openly. They must have come from pretty different...

Andre shrugged - a strange gesture for a deer to perform - and took this as the okay to take his own cup. Although... how would he do that, exactly? Oh, something grew from his withers. Two vines. They mostly obeyed Andre's wishes, but it was clear that working with new limbs would take its...

The first thing Andre noticed upon arriving was his hands on the ground. No, not hands. Hooves. Oh, it was another one of these things, and he was a deer again this time - though this time, it seems he was only a deerling, not a sawsbuck. He looked around the starry landscape, noticing a large...