"We can't go back!" Rocky was indignant. "We have to help Arceus!"
"Arceus, Arceus, Arceus. Jesus, can't you talk about anything else? I'm fucking tired, and I got shit to think about." The conversation with Diyem had sure as hell been good for that. "I ain't giving up on the guy or nothing, but I can't concentrate on a way to save him, neither."
"Well,
I know how to save him," Rocky said impatiently. "Everybody keeps saying it! Pokémon's feelings have the power to change the way the world is around here. We just need people to believe in Arceus. To believe that he'll make it through the attack okay. And lend him their strength!" Rocky's eyes quite literally glowed with enthusiasm.
"Are you fucking serious?" Nate gave him an exasperated look, then pointed up towards the frozen tableau of death in the sky. "
Thinking happy thoughts ain't gonna do
shit against that. This ain't some stupid kids' show."
Rocky leaned down over him, tail lashing angrily. "You think you're so smart, but you don't have any idea how things work on Cibus! And you won't even listen when people tell you they're different."
"I know shit's different around here, but it ain't different enough that the power of friendship is actually gonna beat burning death. Arceus is kind of an expert on this shit, but you didn't see
him deciding to defeat Joule with rainbows and sunshine, now did you?"
Rocky stomped his foot. "We have to try! You just said you don't have any better ideas!"
"I do have a better fucking idea, and it's to go home and get some rest, and try to think of something
later," Nate said. "Come the fuck on, already. You want a waste of time? Standing around here arguing is a waste of fucking time."
"No. We need as much time as we can get. We have to talk to a lot of people! Come on." Rocky stood with arms folded, waiting.
"Fuck off," Nate growled. "You want to do whatever bullshit happy dance thing, go ahead and fucking do it. I ain't interested."
They glared at each other for a few seconds, Nate readying water in case the familiar tried to pick him up and run off with him. He was
not fucking putting up with that shit now. Instead, Rocky scowled and finally snapped, "Fine," before turning and dashing.
"Hey, you! Fucking wait--" Nate took off at a run, but Rocky was going top speed. He didn't have a prayer of catching up and could only duck his head, waiting for the psychic backlash.
That never came. Rocky far, and then
really far, and then gone completely. Nate stared after him in consternation. "Yeah, that's right!" he yelled at last. "I knew that was bullshit, you asshole! Good fucking riddance!"
He set off in a different direction at a much more leisurely pace. "Can't believe it took that long," he muttered to himself, and he only looked back once.
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Rocky charged across town, no real destination in mind, fueled by irritation more than anything. Stupid Mudkip. He never liked any of Rocky's ideas. It really would be better not to have him around, being grumpy
all the time. And now he could finally go as fast as he wanted and not have to wait for Mudkip's tiny little legs to catch up.
But what was he supposed to do? How could he get everybody to agree to help Arceus? Just running up to people on the street--that would take too long. There were too many of them! And Rocky didn't know hardly anybody. Maybe he could talk to some of the legendary pokémon and they could get their friends to help? But which ones?
He should ask Millijoule! The God Squad would be busy during their fight, but Millijoule would probably have some good ideas. It could be Rocky's first mission as a God Squad member-in-training! He flew down avenues and across plazas, headed for Parfait Way. He could already picture it, how he'd save Arceus and impress everyone! And prove Mudkip wrong, of course.
Something caught his eye as he was rushing through a park, though. That was a... cinderace? Out enjoying a stroll? Why--?
Oh, he was a reporter, wasn't he? He'd been hanging around the team, looking for stories, if Rocky had heard right. A reporter...
Oh, no. Millijoule was good, but that idea was
even better. Rocky skidded to a halt, then went jogging up to the cinderace. "Hello! You're a newspaper person, right? Can I ask you a favor?"