Dave looked away. "Well, I don't know, there was something invisible there that yanked my fucking soul back into my body while whispering gentle encouragement and if that was the goddamn spy I think that raises a lot of questions."
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"That's what I'm saying. Doesn't seem very in character for whatever the fuck they were describing. For a moment there I thought it might be you." He narrowed his eyes at Soda.
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"Tch." Soda scowled at Dave. "I'm getting real sick of everyone staring at me just because I'm a Zoroark. Fuck off already." He tried to turn away, but his movements failed him and he only managed to tilt. "...If I was the spy, d'you really think I'd be so obvious that I'd just throw illusions around all willy-nilly like that?"
"I don't think you're a spy." Well. He couldn't be very sure, could he. Anyone could be a spy if supposedly they didn't even know they were. "I'm saying I was thinking it was a different person, and that that was you. Not a whole lot of other people I know who are invisible and give a shit."
"Yeah, you'd think." Dave paused, watching him. "Know anyone who'd fit the bill?"
Dave narrowed his eyes, looking away. Well. They'd been discussing telepathically how the attack might have been Judgment, hadn't they?
"Think Pop could be a spy?"
"Think Pop could be a spy?"
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"...How, though?" Soda eventually said, arms crossed. "The dude isn't exactly someone that can hide easily. And people probably know where he is at all times. Like, I don't get how he'd be able to do something like that... Then again, he's Pop, so..." He sighed. "...But what would he gain from doing it? Like, he can probably overpower all of us..."
Dave frowned. Maybe they’d be able to talk to people, see if Pop had an alibi. He couldn’t be in two places at once, right?
“Another possibility,” he said, “is there’s another Arceus here. One from a different universe, just itching to take over this one.” He looked back at Soda.
“Another possibility,” he said, “is there’s another Arceus here. One from a different universe, just itching to take over this one.” He looked back at Soda.
Dave furrowed his brow. "Well, Blacklight is hidden from the natives, but not from us, so one would think that wouldn't be enough. If being hidden is a problem, what can make people completely invisible? Other than, you know, you and your illusions." Fuck. Was Soda the spy? Should they go try to find out if he had weird memory gaps?
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Soda didn't appreciate the insinuation. He looked away again and tapped his claws. "No clue," he mumbled. "Maybe someone figured out how to replicate something like it. Who knows." He settled into his bed. "...I'm gonna get some sleep. Sick of speculating on stuff that just points at me."
Dave kept his gaze on him, pausing. "Supposedly there are spies who don't even know they're spies. Some kinda mind-control. Maybe you should try to get yourself checked out for that. Just to be safe."
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"You think I didn't already check on stuff like that?" Soda said, not looking toward Dave. "It's pretty easy to audit my locations, you know, being the scout-who-can't-fly and all. I didn't do anything abnormal. If I did any sabotaging, I'd've known by now. Besides, isn't S'more and Silver your top subjects there?"
Dave nodded slowly. "Right. That's good." He looked away. "And yeah. They are."
He paused for a few seconds, glancing back at him. "Get some sleep, I guess."
Fuck. He sighed, dropping his head heavily back on his pillow.
He paused for a few seconds, glancing back at him. "Get some sleep, I guess."
Fuck. He sighed, dropping his head heavily back on his pillow.
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