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Mew shot Meloetta an unamused look. This appearance was a third form the like of which they hadn't seen before. Had it always existed, in this world? Or was it a byproduct of corruption? It was a curiosity, but not the main concern. "Yeah, yeah, you already know that's not about to happen...

“It’s of secondary importance to the fact that yours was fine without that proactivity. It's...” Mel pressed a hand to their forehead. They didn't do earnest, but whatever, nothing here would follow them back home. "It's not supposed to be my place to judge things like this. No skin in the...

"Huh." That was unexpected. “We… do usually stay out of human affairs, but that’d cross a line where I’d have expected an intervention.” Mel didn’t even know what it would mean for Arceus to cede control of reality. They were control over reality. Even if they didn’t do much at all of it...

Mew winked and used their free hand to shoot Ichiro the best finger gun he could with a Gallade's short fingers. "The one and only~" They weren't just a Mew. Was he misinformed about them, or were there genuinely multiple Mew where he was from? The latter was, sadly, plausible. Not like they'd...

Mel, despite being more resistant to most bodily pulls, found himself humming along to the melodica without thinking about it. Mel nodded and turned to exit the clearing in implicit agreement. Was 146 AB a calendar system? Wasn't one from any of the human cultures Mel was from, even if Pallet...

Mel didn't love the idea ceding control of their ability to whatever they felt like at the moment to the whims of near-stranger, but the guy's pain seemed genuine and there really was no rational reason not to. They could still have some fun with it, pick something unexpected... The glow of...

Mel kept the flame alive inside the core of the Brambleghast, even if any flames that strew too far from his branches were quickly snuffed by the wind. A rollout swiftly delivered the flame to Enamorus. For a moment it seemed like it was their attacks on Ena that were making a difference, but...

To Melody’s surprise, being in a Brambleghast’s body wasn’t enough to stop the Springtide Storm hurting entirely. Something was weakening not just his ability to transform, but his auric expression too. Wouldn’t have much luck punching through Ena’s defences like this, at least not without...

(Melody let slip the faintest of smiles. The chronology there was interesting, and they saw no reason to disbelieve it. That was information gained, finally.) Despite it being pointless to try to deescalate, she felt compelled to correct Ena anyway: "Not poking around. Just can't not notice...

Melody narrowed her eyes. No, this wasn't right, nothing was adding up. "Cool, and everything about with them being corrupted, the ominous crystals emanating from approximately this location, all of that's just unrelated? Good to know, I'll write that down." They were running in circles. Felt...

"Fair enough, fair enough. Here I was hoping to ask about your neat little melodica there, lovely song it's playing by the way. Always got the impressing you were more sociable than your brothers but I can see why you're a little spooked right now." They shot Enamorus— or whatever hollow thing...

"Enamorus! I should have figured, what with the command over wind and the fairy energy. Listen, we were warned that the poison here can corrupt the minds of otherwise sensible people. Please, do not mistake out caution for aggression— We're not seeking a fight if you aren't." But Melody's heart...

Melody felt like “come a little closer so I can see you properly” sounded like it means “come a little closer so I can fucking ambush you” but maybe she was just feeling too flighty with how unfamiliar everything was. She wasn’t used to unfamiliarity anymore, and it’s abundance here left her off...

Melody wasn't sure if she'd ever fought as a Houndoom before. If she'd ever picked it up just for the hell of it, she didn't have what was needed to call up that memory right now. "You got actually using the moves down well enough, it seems. Rest's just how to apply 'em in a fight. Say, I know...

Melody tuned out of the body's sense of touch and smell so that she didn't have to feel the wind rushing against her, or smell the saccharine wind. Poor Ichiro, with strong olfaction he wasn't used to. At least he wouldn't have trouble keeping the scent. It was tempting to pull up her headphones...