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Incineroar was doing his usual announcements, but paused in the middle of it to say, "It seems... that the member of God Squad has yet to appear! Where in the world is he?!" He tried to make it sound like part of the show, but the way staff seemed to be shuffling and shouting suggested they...

"What, are you doing some kinda mind trick?" Soda said defensively. "I remember how old I was! I was old! Like, past my prime, for one! And day to day... I just didn't like the guy! Why would I want to dwell on something like that, huh?" He snarled. "What's all this about a parasite? Parasite...

Another breeze guided Dave further down the road, likely to get out of earshot from Flesh. It was an empty road, and it was very likely that while talking to Soda, they would be invisible to the rest of the world. That was simply how he operated. Eventually, Soda appeared. Completing the set...

Buffet nodded and helped to haul the team away from Spirits' Edge and across the astral sea once more. "Well," Buffet said once he drifted across the stars, "I hope that was worthwhile! I think it will give a bit of a morale boost while you save the world, hm?"

"Rotting his brain?" Flesh repeated. "But how? Soda's strong. He's our scout. He knows how to avoid trouble. You... that can't be true. He's safe. He knows what he's doing." Flesh didn't look like he was doubting Soda; if anything, it looked like he was worried what Dave was saying meant Team...

Buffet sighed, smiling. "I think that will do," he said. "Gen, good luck with your endeavors." It would likely be little more than a dream to him, but perhaps that would be enough. Buffet then nodded to Saltriv, Vix, and Dill. "Why don't we head back? It was a pleasure meeting you, but we have a...

"Soda said he was fine," Flesh said. "He said he was fine and I should just stay put because he'd take care of it and straighten everything out. Because... that's always what he does." Flesh growled a little more, but it was so soft or garbled that the translator couldn't pick anything up. "He...

"Well, since you asked... I've been working on the Soda tracker! I went on a walk to do some thinking, you know how it goes, new scenery, new thought processes, it's a very mortal thing, actually. Translates to Legends as well. I considered meditation as well, but have been too... restless as of...

Just as Starr was going to exit, however, the door opened seconds before she could. On the other end of the door was Reshiram in the flesh. "Oh, hello," he replied with a nod. "Starr, Lexx. Checking on things here?"

Chip flinched. "Er, are you two going through something?" he asked. "N-not that I want to pry, but..."

More mumbling. Flesh's voice had little, higher pitches to them now and then. "You won't, but everyone else wants to. He's not bad. But everyone thinks he is."

"Oh... yeah, I checked those out," replied Chip. "He seemed to be okay after the initial exhaustion left. Then he was back to fighting and sparring as usual... For someone so big, he really is full of energy." Chip nodded.

Flesh glanced around again, waddling deeper into the room. He mumbled into the device. "This isn't Soda," he said. "He said I'm not supposed to tell where he is. Because I don't want you to hurt him." Flesh turned around and pouted like a child. He flumped on the ground, knocking Dave off his...

Flesh''s mouth, somehow, closed entirely. And he looked horribly nervous. He made a few growls, but whatever it was, the translator didn't pick it up.

Flesh hesitated, like he was unsure if he should answer. But he nodded, saying nothing into the translator. Though, it made sense; how else would the place stay tidy? And Soda said himself that he had been visiting to keep the place clean...

Flesh made a loud groaning noise and waddled deeper into his lair. It looked like it was cleaned quite regularly, but there was no way Flesh, in his size, would have been able to keep the smaller places so tidy... He returned with the gadget in question. Seconds later, a hologram of Soda...

Silence at first, and then... Rumble, rumble, rumble, a little louder each time. It felt like each tremor would lift Dave off the ground by a millimeter. The door opened, and Dave was face to face with the vaguely glowing maw of the Guzzlord, staring down at him. He growled loudly, but that was...

"Let 'em," Cal replied as she stretched her wings, and it really did feel, in some small way, like she was stretching. So satisfying, the way it felt. "Hey, think it's about time we tried more of this food? I wanna see what the fish and rice is like next..."

Cal could, though for someone like her, it came off more like a great rumble that shook both of their ectoplasm. Her wings folded over them both, and her arms, much smaller by comparison, did what they could to run along Luz's false fur. "So... that's what it's like..." Cal held her position...

"I was thinking about trying out a scarf," Cal said. "Maybe a stylish one, you know? Oh! Or maybe I could try out a cape. I heard that Owen once tried one on to act like he had wings--er, wait, I'm not supposed to say that one out loud. Forget I said that." But then came the offer and Cal...