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"Thyme?!" Pepper shouted worriedly, but then saw that Starr, too, had fallen. What a fight. They weren't evenly matched, though. A few months of training could only do so much. The Meganium was crouched down, wincing, certainly unable to continue, but he forced a smile at Pepper anyway and said...

"I could try..." Chip pulled out his badge, clicking through. "She doesn't really have a badge yet, but she must be with Diyem. He's Rot here, right? I wonder if Eien will go for a native name, too. Maybe something like... Mold. That would fit with Diyem's, don't you think? What does that sound...

"Sapient, sentient, it's all a line, y'know?" Chip said, but the conversation had moved on. "Mmhh... All right. I guess we'll keep them here for now. Maybe we can find something pleasant, something that lets them calm down. Who knows? There's bound to be something that could purify them or...

"They're setting up," Thyme said. "Just means we need to set up back!" Pepper said, slamming her tail on the ground threateningly before readying something. "Let's do this!" She was about to dash at Brisa, but then Thyme shouted back, "No! Let the barrier fade! Focus on Starr!" She quickly...

Incineroar was in good spirits. Despite the fragmented moon looming over their heads in a special evening match, approaching but not quite passing the bedtime of Surf and Turf. This was important--as while on one side was Starr and Brisa, the other had Thyme and Pepper, the pair looking...

"What, you mean a mercy kill?" Chip said. "Well, I guess it's not really killing if they operate like Substitutes, but..." He drifted toward the barrier, just far enough away--from practice--that it wouldn't provoke them smashing into the wall. "...I mean, they aren't really thinking, feeling...

"Maybe, maybe..." Chip hummed. "A false power source... It's all about what they detect as worthwhile. They either lunge at things they want, or ignore everything else. They don't really have eyes, so it's hard to tell what actually has their attention otherwise. Hmm, hmm, a false power...

"Well... if I had to guess... power." Chip nodded. "Now that they've hatched, and now that they're more, you know, infused with all that energy they've been hiding, I think they're radiating more power in one way or another. Yep! Now that you're hatched and strong, they probably want to eat your...

Diyem sighed. "I'll fix it later..." <><><>

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"That's possible..." Chip hummed. "Then again, feral Pokemon infected by Shadows tended to behave by their vices more, as Reshiram put it. Maybe that Rattata was a gluttonous one. Or maybe it was some early Parasite..." Meanwhile, the Parasite seemed to be staring at Rocky, though it had no...

"...Wish I could fall asleep that easily..." Owen crossed his arms. "...Just... move him near the garden," Diyem muttered, gesturing toward the left. "Where's his Ultra Shade, anyway? Perhaps that one should tend to him."

"Well, nobody went and beat them up in time, I guess," Chip said. "If you make them weaker by an external force--you know, attacking them--the Parasite would go look for a new host. Since that never happened, the Parasite... just took over. Or, in S'more's case, maybe it... simply was...

"Possibly..." Owen hummed. "Then again, this is all probably being translated. Maybe that's something from Diyem's world that we just hear about universally..." Diyem waved them off. "If you're done checking on me, and you're satisfied, I was in the middle of an afternoon nap."

"I didn't get it for a while, either," Owen said. "But it's a term that equates your 'heart' with your emotions and feelings. So, sharing your feelings with one another." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful. "I think it came from an old, old belief that the mind was actually in your heart. Which...

Owen sighed, shaking his head. "Well, at least you're kind of looking at the bright side of things," he said. "And how have you been doing, Owen?" Eien asked. "You and Cal." "Been holding up fine," Owen said, nodding. "Cal and I had a heart to heart, uh, in our storm place. It worked out...

"I meant 'right now' as in, you know... at the time you came here," Owen said. Diyem nodded. "Due to the way I took you from your worlds, time has not progressed where you came from." "How chilling to think there is someone by my species name capable of something like that," Eien said. "Or...

Eien studied Bahamut, nodding. "...There is still, in a small way, something selfless about how you saw your situation." "Maybe there's someone in your world trying to fix it right now," Owen said. "Who knows, right?" "There is little point in speculating," Diyem said dismissively. "...But it...

Chip nodded. "S'more might have been different. His was an encounter with Blacklight Mewtwo, and he's still recovering with Diyem. But of what we've been able to gather... It might have been an accelerated process. Copied the body since S'more's a bit too small to properly hide inside, for...

Eien nodded. "Every world is different. Some do not accept help. Others, you sometimes need to identify the problem... take it out, and leave. In fact, a world like Cibus is quite rare. I nearly destroyed their whole world--and decimated a whole archipelago--and yet, here I am, accepted with...