Chapter 99: Soulful Lament
Ambyssin
Gotta go back. Back to the past.
Chapter 99: Soulful Lament
"Do you ever think about him at all?"
Tessa dabbed her muzzle with a cloth napkin, then set it next to her empty plate. Next to her, Nickie's left ear flattened.
"Think about who, Nero? Just because I complimented his thighs doesn't mean—"
"No, silly." The riolu chuckled. "That friend of yours back home." Her aura feelers twitched. "Or, uh... maybe he wasn't your friend anymore by the end?"
"Oh." Nickie looked down at her remaining tart. The icepix's snout wrinkled. "Yeah. A few times." She looked at the ceiling. "If he was here, he'd be bouncing off the freaking walls. The guy'd be so jazzed. He was, like, unhealthily obsessed with pokémon."
Tessa raised a brow. "So there are pokémon in the human world?"
Nickie's tails puffed up. "Uh, well, yeah. It's, y'know, kinda complicated." She laughed nervously, then scarfed down the rest of her tart. Crumbs littered her white snout.
"Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if he was here instead of me." Nickie looked at Tessa. "And then I tell myself it'd be a disaster. He'd treat everyone around him like dirt and think himself the most important guy in the room."
She turned up her nose. "Before I disappeared, I told a couple of buddies that Shane outed me to my dad. I hope that spread through the school like wildfire. Maybe it'd be the wakeup call he needs."
Tessa's aura feelers throbbed. Despite Nickie's even tone, there was a lot of emotion behind her words. "I see." The riolu rubbed her shoulder. "That bad, huh?"
Nickie saw Tessa's expression and her ears folded. "Shit." Her tails curled up. "I, uh..." She bit her lip. "That wasn't supposed to sound so harsh."
She scooted next to Tessa, who squeaked with the icepix's tails brushed against her waist. "It's not all bad," Nickie said. "I got to meet you, didn't I?"
"Me?" Tessa's aura feelers stuck up. "It's only been a couple of months."
"Yeah." Nickie leaned over. "Still enough time to think you've been one of the best things that's happened to me."
Blood rushed to Tessa's cheeks.
XxX
With newfound hindsight, Reshiram's revelation seemed so obvious. Vegna had Bahamut's journal memorized. He commanded multiple Sages. His focus had been squarely on Necrozma since he showed up at the outpost. Hell, the fact that he got to the outpost meant he had to have formed a rift between the regular and reverse worlds. And the thing he told her a couple of weeks ago...
"Continuing down this path will lead you to discover several horrible truths. And without that tenacity... the weight of those truths will crush you."
Maybe one of these could've been a coincidence. But taken together, there was only one logical explanation.
Yuna wanted to be mad. What did Vegna have to gain by sitting on this secret?
The dragapult scooched toward the edge of the bed. "Why?"
Vegna's look practically screamed "elaborate."
"Why hide it like this? Especially after coming to us for help?"
The dusknoir's eye glowed blue. "Yes, why hide being the soul of a large dragon of light worshiped by half the world and scorned by the other half?"
If he was trying to spin this back on Yuna, she'd have none of it. She curled her golden claws around her blanket. "This isn't some courtroom debate. I want answers."
"Me too." Reshiram looked more hurt the longer the conversation went on. "You told my wife you hated her big mouth."
"And you went behind my back and eloped," Vegna growled. He tilted his head right and shook it, sighing. "Which is... irrelevant. You want answers? I told you, it all goes back to selfish vengeance."
"Revenge." Yuna curled and uncurled the tip of her tail. "On Eternatus?"
"On Isola." Vegna held his right hand up. Blue Will-O-Wisp embers crackled around his fingers.
"What?" Reshiram's tail turbine matched Vegna's embers with some of its own. "If you want revenge on her, why work for her? And wouldn't that, y'know, give you a motive to do Grim Reaper killings?"
"The body snatcher is the one who killed Chiron and Leo," Vegna said, locking eyes with Yuna. "My memory of that day is... spotty, but I'm sure of it. I have evidence."
The Will-O-Wisp embers congealed into Bahamut's journal, which Vegna held in his hand. It flipped open to show the word TRAITOR scrawled in red ink, along with jagged scribbles and puncture marks suggesting the writer had stabbed the pages with a pen repeatedly.
A gush of hot air from Reshiram's tail turbine rippled the part of the blanket dangling off the side of the bed. "Traitor? You don't think—"
"That one of the Sages is related?" Vegna's eye dimmed. "Clearly I do."
"But how?" Reshiram squeaked.
"They never sealed themselves away in a Needle." Vegna shut the journal, which dissolved into gold light his hand absorbed. "For a time, I thought perhaps it was the former Sage of Justice. After all, there was no logical reason for a keldeo to be around Radiance."
"Couldn't you say the same thing about an articuno, moltres, and zapdos?" Reshiram pointed out. "None of them were Sages, yet they're in the Radiant Guard."
"Which is why my focus shifted to Isola," Vegna said, tapping his right index finger against his left arm. "I suspect she's the reason. Just as I suspect she unsealed Keldeo and allowed her to procreate. If Isola does have a Red Chain fragment as the clown prince suggests, it would all make sense."
"Well, we've pulled a lot of Needles," Yuna mumbled. "I know Necrozma got Suicune and Zygarde. Scarlett seems to have Latias. And you have three. So that leaves—"
Vegna held up two fingers. "Two. There should be two Needles remaining. Diancie, Sage of Heart. And Enamorus, Sage of Beauty."
"What about Latios and Zeraora?" Reshiram asked.
"Already with Necrozma."
Yuna gulped. Then... there wasn't much left keeping Eternatus tethered to the reverse world. "Okay. Two potential Needles. But one of them might be the body snatcher. Then we'll just end up learning who it is by process of elimination after pulling the next Needle, won't we?"
"By then, I fear something terrible might happen," Vegna growled. "Considering there are multiple people trying to expose Isola."
He looked down, eye dimming. "Not to mention that if one of them is the body snatcher, then there's really only one Needle remaining."
Vegna lifted a shaky hand and examined all the gold cracks in it. There were more there than the other week. "One Needle... keeping this fragile body together."
Yuna pinched her brow. This was a problem. One that also came with the extra uncertainty of Yuna not knowing whether getting to the bottom of this was her desire... or Yaldabaoth exerting their influence.
"So you... intend to recombine with Necrozma?"
Vegna was silent.
Yuna crossed her arms. She needed a slightly different angle. "Eternatus can't be destroyed. Necrozma wants to destroy it. Do you still feel that way?"
"I do not."
The dragapult wished she found that reassuring. "If you recombine, then will Bahamut lay off?"
"I cannot say," Vegna responded. He turned his head toward the door again. "I'm unsure whether or not Necrozma's single-minded obsession with destroying Eternatus will win out over me. My body is... far stronger than my spirit."
"But it's the only way to stop Bahamut, right?" Reshiram poked his wing-claws together nervously.
"I was trying to work with Gene to find alternatives," Vegna explained, flicking his right hand. "If we destroy Necrozma as it is now, my spirit will fade when the final Needle is pulled. I had suggested he take a blessing from Leo, but he is... unwilling."
Leo. Yuna thought of the cosmic arceus as she also stared at the door.
Another thought tickled the back of her head. "Did you sense Chiron? Is that why you put me in your class?"
Vegna sighed. It lingered for several seconds. "Do recall that I never even met you until you came to the academy. But I did sense... familiar traces from meeting your parents on their prior trips. So, yes, I admit I arranged to get you into my class so I could see you for myself.
"And when I did, I thought that parts of your aura brought Chiron to mind. But other parts... reminded me of myself."
That was probably Yuna's distortion powers. Giratina did say Bahamut stole them somehow.
"It's not the same. Neither you nor Leo." The dusknoir shook his head. "Perhaps you both reincarnated. I'm unsure. Either way... I don't consider either of you family, if that's what you're worried about."
There was plenty Yuna was worried about. Enough to not find any solace in Vegna's words. The end of her tail twitched with irritation. "How did this all happen?"
"It's complicated," Vegna whispered.
She rubbed the brim of her triangular head. "Then make it make sense."
Another sigh. Vegna folded his hands over his closed stomach mouth. "As I said... my memories of the day I lost Chiron and Leo are fuzzy. But I think... that was when I learned many of the same things you heard from Giratina."
Before Yuna could make a remark, Vegna held up his right hand. "I don't remember specifics of my past life like you claim to." He lowered his hand. "There are... vague recollections. Of struggling to understand the world around me. And the world, in turn, not understanding me."
His hands balled into fists. "Frustrations giving way to isolation giving way to yet more frustrations. A vicious cycle feeding into itself."
The dusknoir tucked his head down. It was... shameful? Yuna couldn't quite peg his body language.
"And then I woke up alone. A giant dragon of light." Golden embers drifted off the exposed cracks in Vegna's arms. "I wandered the universe — or, as it turns out, the distortion world — seeking an end to my loneliness. But the same pitfalls that befell my past self happened here.
"I did not understand the places I visited." Vegna shook his head. "And I did not communicate well. But this time I had power." He held up a clenched fist. "I could make my frustrations known... through force."
Yuna's tail slowly curled throughout Vegna's explanation. "Just how many places did you attack in your travels?"
"Too many. It felt good. It felt right." The dusknoir bowed his head shamefully again. "I could blame Giratina's powers, but in the end it was still my choice. And, perhaps, I might've continued down that path... had I not met the Overseers."
Reshiram's tail turbine crackled like the engines in Cyril's workshop. "You were on Chakran when they were around?"
Vegna nodded. "And when they abandoned our world." He folded his hands over his stomach mouth again. "But I met someone there. And it was like... looking into a cracked mirror. I couldn't shake the feeling that this person... was a happier me. Similar struggles, yet he found friends and family to support him.
"Something about that made me snap." The dusknoir squeezed his hands together. "I lashed out at him. He defended himself... with a power that split my soul from my body."
"Wait, what?" Yuna leaned forward and almost fell off her bed. "But then—"
"He pulled me back together," Vegna said. "But, yes, I ended up learning that power from him. And using it on myself." He shook his head. "After Chakran, I thought that... the only way I could be like that Overseer was to make my home. I didn't create the life that would inhabit your home, but I brought about conditions to allow life to evolve."
"Then put yourself in charge of what resulted," Reshiram said, shifting around uncomfortably. "And I was part of that."
"You guys described Bahamut as a bit of a control freak." Yuna tapped a gold claw against her core. "Do you think that was because of Giratina's powers?"
"I think it was both of us," Vegna responded. He waved Yuna off. "Regardless, all my controlling tendencies couldn't stop Eternatus from showing up. Along with everything else that followed."
Yuna tried to recall what Igneous had told her about that final entry in Bahamut's journal. "You were... tired of emotions weighing you down. So, you split your soul from your body."
Vegna pinched his brow. "I had once believed... that I was meant to pass away, like any other person. That being struck by Eternatus had 'cursed' me with immortality."
"But you don't believe that anymore." Reshiram sounded sure of himself. Must've been that truth sense. "Because of Giratina?"
The dusknoir nodded slowly. "Yes. But at the time, I viewed my spirit as a burden. So, I sought to cast it off. Except when I emerged as a soul... fear took hold. I didn't want to disappear."
"Then is some of the other stuff true?" Yuna wondered.
"I did find and pull Zekrom's Needle," Vegna admitted. A blue glow took over his eye, but quickly faded. "The necromancy stuff is true as well. However, that was because this body proved fragile from the beginning. Not after pulling Zekrom's Needle."
He held his hand up to expose the gold cracks along it. "All the necromancy acts were attempts to preserve my body and keep it from crumbling. It's why I became an executioner for Radiance. To use those spirits to preserve my body." Vegna lowered his hand. "I only transferred to the Ministry of Justice after suspecting Isola had a connection to the one who took Chiron and Leo away from me."
With a grunt, Vegna pushed himself off the floor. "That is, to the best of my knowledge, the whole truth."
"I see." Yuna sat up straight, then immediately asked a question that sprang to mind. "Do you regret what you've done?"
Vegna braced his left hand against the wall. "If this were a court of law... I'd have argued that Giratina's influence drove my actions. That I never intended to cause so many problems." He looked down. "And so much harm."
"That doesn't answer my question," Yuna growled, trying to stop her tail from lashing at the dangling edge of Leo's covers.
"I regret it," Vegna said. "I wish I'd never had such terrible power. Perhaps if I could go back to that distant life... I'd do things differently."
Reshiram flew up to Yuna's left on the bed, between her and Leo's plate. "Well that's, y'know, good. It's a start." He looked between the two ghosts, tittering. "Maybe if you hold onto that mindset, when you become whole that'll—"
"You should try to destroy Necrozma as it is right now," Vegna said. He floated closer toward the door. "I— we've done too much harm. If you and your allies do possess great power from the distant past, then it should be possible. It is... the most pragmatic option."
"No."
She didn't think she could make one word sound so forceful. But given Reshiram's dumbfounded expression, that's exactly what Yuna had done.
The dusknoir looked over his shoulder. "What?"
Yuna dug her claws into the fibers of Leo's wool blanket. "I'm so tired... of people telling me what I should do. What's 'best' or 'most pragmatic.'"
Reshiram curled up his wings. "It did sound like something Bahamut would say."
She pointed at Vegna. "This is your fault, too. You don't... get to take the coward's way out here. You're helping us fix this." The dragapult tapped her right index claw into the palm of her left hand. "Whether that's as Vegna or Bahamut or something else entirely doesn't matter to me. I won't let you just disappear.
"So, yeah, I guess you were right. I don't forgive you or respect your decisions or whatever."
"Yuna."
"Don't." Yuna held her left hand over Reshiram like she was ready to squish him. He abruptly shrank back toward Leo's plate. "If that's everything, you can go." The dragapult flicked her right hand lazily toward the door. "I'm going to wait for my son to get back. And I don't need you around for that."
At first, Vegna held his ground. Then his eye dimmed and he turned back toward the door.
"Perhaps there's... more of her in you than I thought."
The dusknoir opened the door and floated out. He didn't bother shutting it.
"Well that, uh..." Reshiram twirled a lock of fur with a wing claw. "I guess that could've gone worse?"
"Save it." Yuna glared at him.
"I wasn't, um, looking to criticize or anything." Reshiram shifted his weight uneasily. "I know this stuff's upsetting, but it feels like it's making you more upset than before."
"You think I don't see that?" Yuna plucked Reshiram off the bed.
"Whoa! H-Hey, easy now!" The tiny dragon flailed between Yuna's claws.
"How do I know this anger is mine and not Giratina's?" Yuna held Reshiram up in front of her face. "What if they're trying to isolate me from everyone so I'll give up and let them take over, huh? How can I trust my thoughts and wishes here are really mine?"
"... Yeesh," a new voice interjected. "Maybe I should've looked for some whiskey or vodka to bring."
Squealing, Yuna let go of Reshiram. "N-Nikki! H-Hi!"
Reshiram hit the bed and bounced off it with a nasally yelp. He faceplanted onto the carpeted floor then hastily got to his feet, shaking out his messy fur.
"I'm okay!" he declared.
Yuna recalled Reshiram into her core and shimmied backward so she could prop her triangular head against the wall. "How, um, long have you been standing there?"
The toxtricity walked inside, pausing to kick the door shut with her right leg. "When you told Crotch Fuzz to 'save it,'" Nikki replied, shrugging. "Guess you're drifting into existential shit again, huh?"
"O-Only toward the end." Yuna's long tail crinkled. "I was talking. With Vegna."
"About?"
"Abouthowhe'skindasortamaybeactuallyBahamut."
It came out so fast it sounded like one word, but Nikki must've parsed it out because her mohawk shrank. "Oh. Ohhhhh shit." She looked back at the closed door. "Is that, uh, good or bad?"
"Dunno."
"Should we be upset?"
"Yeah."
Nikki threw the door open, leaned into the hallway and stuck her middle finger up. "How's that?"
Nickie reared up on her hind legs. She tried to lift a foreleg but tumbled backward with a yip.
"W-What was that?" Tessa was trying not to laugh.
"I wanted to flip that fopdoodle off!" Nickie kicked at the air with her legs. "God, I miss having hands."
"It works." Yuna chuckled into her right elbow.
"Good." Nikki shut the door again while rummaging through her right jacket pocket. She pulled out two small glass vials. "Was gonna keep both of these for myself, but I think you need the other more than I do."
She tossed it to Yuna, who barely managed to catch it after bobbling it between her hands. The dragapult held it up and squinted at the pink gas inside. "Wait. This is—"
"Salazzle vapors. From Twiggy's sister." Nikki strutted toward the bed, tossing her vial to herself.
Yuna kept staring at the pink gas swirling around inside. "Why though?"
"To take the edge off."
The bed fwumped when Nikki flopped down on the edge of it. A meeping Yuna shuffled closer to Leo's plate. Her tail shot into her torso.
"Heh. Never gettin' tired of that." The toxtricity pointed to where Yuna's tail had been seconds ago.
Yuna kneaded her tail out of her torso, pouting. "Is this what you meant when you said you needed air or whatever?"
Sighing, Nikki pushed herself back until her waist spikes plinked against the metal wall. "Yeah. It's the Seifer stuff."
The dragapult straightened up when Nikki actually used Seifer's name. This really was serious.
"I know I don't... get memories like the rest of you," Nikki said, turning her vial back and forth in her fingers. "Still, hearing about Seifer made me think for a bit. You said I fought against Zodiark in the past. But I clearly lost."
She closed her eyes. "So, they must've killed me, right?"
The icepix lay unmoving on the gray and blue, stone ground. Blood stained her fur.
"I... don't know."
"Your face says otherwise."
Yuna jolted. Nikki was leaning over and looking at her.
"I saw you," the dragapult admitted, brushing her right hand over her core.
"Figured." Nikki pulled away, mohawk shrinking. "I don't gotta know the details or anything. Just that... it's gotta go different this time, right?"
"Right. Yeah. Sorry."
"For what?"
"Trying to hide it." Yuna fidgeted.
"Eh, it's whatever." Nikki waved her off. "You were looking out for me. And I pressed you on it."
They both shared a look. The toxtricity's mohawk went pink again for an instant before she looked away and coughed into her hand. "So, uh—"
"C-Can I, um, just ask you one thing?" Yuna blurted out. She was leaning forward, hands pressed down on Leo's blanket.
Nikki opened her mouth, then shut it, then opened it again. Maybe she'd planned on giving a smartass response and abruptly reconsidered. "Yeah."
"What would you do if, y'know, Giratina ends up taking me over?"
Yuna expected the silence that followed. Nikki leaned over. Still clasping her vial, she rested her head on the backs of her hands. A soft, rhythmic thumped filled the room from Nikki tapping her foot against the carpet. She had to be thinking it over, then.
"I guess... I'd fight to get you back."
"And if it's not possible?"
"Screw that."
Yuna's ectoplasm constricted. "Huh?"
Nikki sat up. "After all the shit's that happened to us, you're really going to say something's not possible?"
"I, uh— it's a hypothetical?" Yuna's voice cracked.
"Doesn't change my answer." Nikki swung her legs onto the bed, facing the dragapult in the process. "I'd fight to get you back. Even if it means pissing those Overseers off."
She looked down and mumbled, "Hell, that might get 'em to come to me faster."
Yuna imagined Nikki charging toward some angelic light... only to get vaporized by a giant white laser. She cringed. "I thiiiink I get the picture."
Hell, maybe Nikki really was onto something. Vegna mentioned an Overseer who split his soul from his body the first time. Perhaps he could split her off from Giratina.
Maybe it wasn't a complete lost cause, then. Yuna had a fighting chance. And someone willing to fight for her.
Nikki stuck her vial in front of Yuna's face and waved it. "So, how 'bout it? Dunno about you, but I've had enough existential shit for one day. Hell, for the whole month."
Yuna lifted the vial in her hand. "I, uh, guess so?" She closely examined the pink gas inside. "What exactly should I do here?"
"Pfffbt. That's easy." Nikki brought her vial over by her face. "Y'just do this." She popped the cork off and heavily inhaled. The pink gas flowed into Nikki's face. There were probably nostrils there Yuna couldn't see between the toxtricity's scales.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then Nikki reclined. A shiver ran from her head town to her legs. By the time Nikki was slumped against the wall — her waist spikes wedged in a crack between said wall and Leo's bed — her feet were twitching and her mohawk frazzling erratically.
"N-Nikki?" Yuna waved a hand in front of her face. She squealed when Nikki grabbed it and squeezed her palm repeatedly.
"Squiiiiishy," Nikki said.
"H-Hey now," the dragapult squeaked.
"I'm fiiiiiine." Nikki let go. Her arms flopped by her side. "Just enjoying the colors."
Yuna wanted to ask what Nikki meant, but paused when she saw pink spreading over Nikki's sclera. She looked down at her own capped vial.
"Hey, so, as the guy who used to date a salazzle, maybe we ought to consider not using th—"
Yuna booted Reshiram from the back of her mind and popped the cap off her vial. She didn't have nostrils, so she simply leaned over and let the vapors splash onto her facial ectoplasm.
For a moment, she wondered if there wouldn't be any effect. Then the gas seeped into her ectoplasm.
The vial slipped from Yuna's grasp and dropped onto the bed. All around Yuna, the gray metal walls rippled and wiggled. Bright reds, greens, and blues danced around one another, twisting into yellows, oranges, and purples. So many colors swirling around and around and around...
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
A hand on Yuna's leg made her ectoplasm tighten and quiver in a way she'd never experienced before. She looked at the arm and saw streams of purple and yellow trailing off it. They molded into icepix that ran around the arm. Around Yuna's leg.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty. So many icepix. Spinning. Circling.
The arm turned to something heavier. Scales that smothered her jiggling ectoplasm.
Yuna fell onto her back. A thunk suggested something hit the ground, but she was long past caring.
XxX
"It's not usually this quiet here, is it?"
Vince's question disrupted the soft echo of Leo's golden hooves against the metal floor. The cosmic arceus made his way down the hall. "It's late. Everyone must've hit the hay."
"Where are we going?"
"Quiet." Grishi shushed Vince. A whimper followed from the purple koraidon.
"Still dunno why you're here, B-T-dubs." Leo looked over his shoulder. The zorotwo was levitating Vince alongside him. "We made it back. Shouldn't you go home?"
"Grishi could go home." He rolled his eyes. "Sit and twiddle claws. But Grishi knows that dumb thing to do when everything in danger."
He held two claws up to his eyes, then pointed them at Leo. "So, Grishi do responsible thing and keep eye on Leo and friends. Grishi be adult in the room."
"We are adults," Leo said, continuing forward.
"Then Grishi be mature adult."
"Whatevs." Leo reached his door and abruptly stopped. His chest tightened. His starcloud mane and tail pulsated. "H-Huh?"
"Oh no. What's wrong?" Vince sounded like he was trying to worm out of Grishi's psychic grasp. "Are there Whispers here?"
"No." Leo lifted a foreleg and placed it on the door. "I sense... my power. But that doesn't make sense. What—"
The moment he opened the door he saw one of his plates lying on the carpet next to the bed.
A bed with a dragapult and a toxtricity practically tangled together like a pretzel. Their limbs twitching and torsos shuddering.
Leo blinked once. Twice. He cleared his throat.
... Nothing. Did they even hear him?
The cosmic arceus waved a foreleg. A hand made of dirt popped out of the carpet, grabbed the plate, and chucked it toward Leo, who caught it in his starcloud mane.
He silently stepped out of the room and shut the door.
"Change of plans," Leo declared. The plate melted into his mane. A fiery orange dribbled down his wheel like someone spilled paint on it.
Grishi and Vince exchanged looks. "What's wrong? I thought we were going to your room," the purple koraidon said. "And did you just get another plate?"
"Leo taller now." Grishi held two claws close together. "By smidge."
"My mom's in there. With Nikki." Leo wasn't sure how he was keeping a straight face. "Who I might need to start calling my other mom."
Vince stared back blankly. "What."
"I dunno. They're stoned out of their minds." Leo repeatedly moved his head in a circle. "Maybe they won't remember any of it. Either way, I'm out."
He pushed past Grishi and Vince. "H-Hey, wait! Where are we supposed to go, then?!" Vince said.
"Find the orbeetle in the hangar. He'll set you up with a room."
"What hangar?!" Vince finally got out of Grishi's grip. The purple koraidon started after Leo. "And where are you going?"
Leo quickened his pace. "To take a long, cold shower."
"Why?"
"Why do you think?" And the cosmic arceus stomped into a rift of his own making.
XxX
Widget did not like lying in a "loaf" position. Even switching to miraivally mode didn't help him out. And the carpet was itchy. Why did they even have to sit on the floor like this anyway?
"So, that's the situation." Gene set a handless cup of tea down on the table at their feet. "Unstable world. Threat to the universe. We could some extra muscle, especially if things keep going south on this side. What do you say?"
The shadowy mewtwo extended his right hand. The two urshifu sitting across the table exchanged looks.
"You said there are a bunch of strong pokémon with this 'resistance' of yours?" Lin asked, a brow raised.
"They're Aeon troops." Gene kept his hand extended. "Mostly dragons and other reptiles."
The other urshifu leaned forward. "So, that include any of them big muscular dragons with the circular plates?" He traced his paws in circles.
"I think he means kommo-o," Widget offered, though he wasn't sure why the urshifu considered that important.
"More than a few," Gene said.
"Any of 'em ladies?"
"Xiao." Lin smacked his brother's shoulder.
Gene shrugged. "I'm sure there are—"
"Ya got a deal!" Xiao grabbed the shadowy mewtwo's hand and enthusiastically shook it. His yellow tail crinkled up in pain.
When the handshake ended, Gene pulled his throbbing hand back and nursed against his stomach. "Great. Welcome aboard." He got to his feet. "We'll give you time to get whatever affairs you need in order, then come back to bring you to our base."
Lin crossed his arms. "What about the dojo, Xiao? And the village?"
"We bring the students, of course!" Xiao got to his feet. "You saw the news on PV. Things are going sideways. Looking out for our people means getting 'em somewhere safer than this nutty kingdom."
"That's... true." Lin stood up, arms still crossed.
"Heh." Xiao rubbed his nose. "You just don't wanna admit I'm right."
"Perhaps keep your thoughts about kommo-o to yourself next time." Sighing, Lin shook his head. "When should we expect you back?"
"Hopefully in a day or two." Gene gestured for Widget to stand. "We're heading over to Blightsmuth next."
"That's on the other side of the kingdom," Lin said. "It'd take at least two days by rail."
"Well, guess it's a good thing we'll be flying." Gene pet Widget's back.
The miraivally's thrusters coughed out smoke. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me." Gene stretched his arms up. "And weeeee should probably get going. C'mon, bud."
"Seriously?" Widget watched Gene float over the bamboo floor toward a wooden double door. "Isn't this a bit fast?"
"We're on a tight schedule." Gene snapped his fingers.
Widget bowed his head apologetically at the two urshifu. He shifted back to his cosmic form and trotted after Gene. They stepped through the double doors and descended wooden stairs to a wooden bridge over a small pond with lily pads and bamboo fronds scattered around.
"We have to go back to the base," Widget said.
"Not without new recruits." Gene floated across the bridge, nonchalantly resting his hands behind his head.
"This isn't about getting us numbers." Widget marched after him. His starcloud neck ruff rippled with every step. "You're avoiding Cyril."
"I'm not."
"Puh-lease."
Widget caught up to Gene, who was leaning against a sign reading "Unseen Fist Dojo." He jabbed a gold talon into the shadowy mewtwo's thigh.
"You're trying to recruit new people not long after telling your friend to his face that his boyfriend was as good as dead," Widget said. "It comes off as trying to replace Seifer. It's insensitive. You should know better."
Gene raised a brow. "Really? You're going to lecture me on this?"
The cosmic silvally's crest drooped. "He's been with you for ages. He needs you right now."
"Nah." Gene pushed off the sign. He walked across the dirt road. "I'm the last person he wants to see right now. So, better to do something productive. Better to find us some new recruits." He punched one hand with another. "Nikki lived with Shredder and she's plenty tough. So, the guy must know a thing or two."
Widget squinted. "Which is why you want to go to Blightsmuth?"
Gene turned back, smirking. "Exactly."
"Great." The cosmic silvally sat down. "Then have fun."
"Oh, for pity's sake." Gene pinched his brow. "You're digging your heels in? Really?"
"Yes." Widget held his head up. "Send me back to the base. I won't enable your bad decisions."
They silently stared each other down for several seconds. Eventually, Gene relented. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he spawned a rift. Widget spotted the hangar on the other side.
"Be my guest." Gene gestured toward the rift. "Don't come crying to me when it doesn't go how you're hoping."
Chuffing, Widget marched toward the rift. He paused with one foreleg on the other end to look at Gene.
"I hope you'll reconsider."
He waited for a few seconds. When Gene didn't respond, Widget finished stepping through the rift. He found a few skorps staring at him.
"Oh, uh, hi." Widget awkwardly waved a foreleg. "Anyone seen Cyril around?"
"Medical bay," one skorp said.
"Thanks." Widget trotted toward the hangar door.
Maybe Cyril already had other people with him. Regardless, Widget wouldn't rest until he knew the zoroark was okay.
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