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"Ah, my apologies," Reshiram said with a nod. "I must still be excited from the Colosseum battle of my sister. Were you planning to go inside? We could share a table; if you'd humor me, I was very curious about this other world so similar to ours." Which would be the natural expectation...

"Trust him?" Maple echoed. "Gah, sounds like I'm talking to a goddamn ex when you phrase it that way," Soda muttered. "Soda, is this about..." "The fuck else would it be about?!" Soda snapped. "I nearly turned this place into moon dust! I'm supposed to SAVE worlds! So, I just, fucking, what...

"Oh, goodness," said a voice that perhaps Mergo had wanted more than anything, yet also wanted to avoid at all costs. "I didn't expect to find one of your team here." Mergo had been here for a few weeks by now. Their Diyem had allowed and pushed for more time to give Team Spectrum more morale...

Hello hello, I'm here for a very belated Blacklight reward review, but by sheer wonderful coincidence, it looks like I read this story at just the right time! I know very little about Frankenstein's derivatives beyond the original story that I'd read back in high school, so I don't really know...

"She... she what?" "Not stuck anymore," Kyurem said with an irritated growl. "Now I feel... empty again..." "You're just hungry, Kyurem," Zekrom reminded. "You were nervous about the fight and only had some cookies. Remember?" Kyurem didn't say anything, though the way her jaw moved suggested...

Maple shook her head. "That's just it. We don't really know." "And..." Soda finally found his voice. "And you're fine with that. With me going." "No, not really," Maple said, "but I understand that you want closure for this. Just... be safe. Will you?" "...So you're not..." Soda looked like...

"Against the Blacklight?" Maple asked, looking Soda over, considering it. "Hmm... He is familiar. He knows how to fight." Maple glanced at Soda and they briefly locked eyes. It didn't last long; the Zoroark looked away quickly. "And I can tell," she said, "that he wants closure." She nodded...

Maple blinked, bringing a paw over her head before finding the stick. She pulled it off, inspected the cheese, and then glanced at Soda. "K... keep it," Soda mumbled, grabbing another. "Well," Maple said, performing an odd motion with her hand that made the stick disappear, "what did you want...

Kyurem still resisted, looking apprehensive. "It gave me the will to fight at all," she said. "I wouldn't have fought... if it didn't encourage me." "Are you sure?" Owen pressed, waiting for an opening. "We won't... uh, we won't hurt it. We're just going to hang onto it for a while until we can...

"Mmf." Soda finished texting and turned his badge off. "I get that. Still, it's one of those things where even if you... look at it from far away, you can still blame someone when you're in the thick of it. I guess. Not like I've never been there..." He glanced away. "Can't blame me for being...

Soda hesitated again. "Yeah, I guess," he said. "I don't..." He grumbled again. "Fucking, I thought I'd be over getting nervous when talking to someone about... stupid shit I did, or whatever. Not that this is the same or whatever, but..." He shook his head. "Fine. Let me text her."

Soda looked away. "They checked. They didn't find anything. That..." Soda sighed. "Fine. I'll help. If you think Maple would approve of it, or whatever... Look ,I haven't even talked to her yet. I don't know how to talk to her. Not after..."

That seemed to get to Soda quite easily, perhaps because he'd been thinking the same thing. "Y'don't think it's too early for me to get trying with that?" he asked, glancing away. "For all I know, there's still a little bit of it in me, or something, that nobody detected..." He sighed. "I...

Owen silently nodded and drifted closer, readying a Protect barrier to pass along, just in case. "But I like it," Kyurem said lowly, but she seemed too weak to fight back. Perhaps if she'd won the fight, she would have had more say in the matter. "It understands me..." "It is a demon that...

Kyurem's eyes dimmed, but it was clear she heard Brisa. "Drop it?" she repeated, staring at the Blacklight Remnant. "Why?" The crowd seemed too hyped to notice what was happening, or perhaps they didn't notice the tiny, possibly invisible thing that Kyurem was holding. Owen and Diyem were...

Soda seemed only surprised that someone was asking, not that he'd be capable of it. He pulled apart one of the sticks, eating half. "Y'really want me part of this, huh? Not worried I'll... go rogue and do something stupid if the Blacklight makes some weird offer, or something?" He waved the...

Soda looked at it, considering his options. Then, with a shrug, he said, "They aren't as good the next day." He set the bag between them and opened it, revealing perhaps an excessive order of mozzarella sticks and a calzone the same size as Soda's head. "Final battle, huh?" Soda asked, his eyes...

He had a pretty big bag of leftovers, but it wasn't big enough for Flesh. Maybe he'd special ordered something again. The way he walked and the position of his shoulders suggested he was in lighter spirits, but not jovial. So, when he glanced back at Dave, looking confused, the smile he gave...

The explosions pierced the icy barrier and a startling warmth reached the team instantly. The chilling cold, the whistling winds, all of it seemed to dissipate the moment Kyurem fell. And, just afterward, when Astrid struck the Blacklight Remnant, it let out a pained shriek before falling limply...

Kyurem remembered blasting Fraxure with ice. And every time she did, he'd only step closer, like some terrible monster, stoic, unmoving. Nothing she did mattered, as always... And then, she remembered how he held out a hand. She didn't understand. She remembered walking out, lost, worried...