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"Tsk." Umbra withdrew her fist while the jaws behind her head gnashed angrily. Her true face was unreadable and blank, impassive, bored. "Your first instinct is to hide. Of course it is." Nip's Radiance was incredibly high, and that brightness seemed to annoy her. She stepped away, but the...

BANG! An ethereal clang meant the Protect did their job. It pinged against a nearby wall, leaving a small mark, but several more bullets followed, every single one bouncing off of the barriers before destroying them completely. "What... How did he do that?!" one of the shadows said. "It's...

Suddenly, the villagers shrieked and several of them backed away, some outright fleeing. But others acted instantly, particularly the ones that believed they had an advantage against Cynthian. "Back! Get away! E-everyone! Rally! RALLY!" Ivy watched, frowning. She gulped, looking afraid again...

"Yes, yes... You shouldn't really be struggling. This is going to be a wonderful... wonderful day for us all! For everyone, for all worlds..." More wheezing laughter. "I had told them all in Destiny Village, all who would listen. I am sure... that they would welcome His love..." "Not like they...

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Burhalla stepped away from Saltriv, out of their range for even a simple touch. His red flame crackled angrily. "Whenwas the last time you truly saved anyone? And yet, when was the last time you had to be saved? All those times... over and over and over... I had to keep you from going over the...

Puddle flinched. "Because I always had to follow YOU around! Is your BRAIN made of wax, too?!" Wait, it was. "...Well screw you!" Puddle seemed to be smirking. "C'mon! Lag behind too much and suddenly I'm gonna outshine you!" It smashed into several of the dummies and the crowd roared in...

Lifeless. Those shady creatures in the water were completely motionless, no signs of life whatsoever. The only other living thing in this part of the sea was Cabot... and the great leviathan above. Twisting waterspouts churned the ocean and sent saltwater over Cabot's raft; the darkening skies...

"Playing comedian, now, are we?" Lexx asked with what little energy he had. "You were the one who put me in this thing... How would I know how to get out? Besides... I'll just run away if you let me go. You really want that? What'll he do if he finds out?" Another smirk, and it seemed genuine...

The trail continued upward, and as it did, the ground trembled, threatening the beginnings of an avalanche should one unlucky rumble set everything rolling down. In the ominous cave, shouts echoed, followed by a singular roar that drowned the rest of it out. Ice snapped and silenced most of...

"Cal, this isn't... how it should be. You know this." Owen stepped closer, but Cal didn't move. Her red flame grew, like she was ready to strike, but Owen was undeterred. "Come on. It's time to go; shake that off. You aren't yourself; look at your flame." Cal didn't listen. She only snarled and...

"Oh?" He leaned forward, his grin somehow even wider against his skeletal jaws. "Is that really what you think? After so much time, so much AGONIZING time in this wonderful world... you want to return? I should have done this earlier, if all I had to do was grab someone even weaker than you..."...

Owen carefully navigated Hot Spot as he knew it. Everything was like he remembered--aside from everyone not being there, of course. It seemed pretty clear why. This was some kind of reconstruction. It didn't feel like a trick or an illusion; this was real. Perhaps a conjuration of the storm, or...

Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty... Nobody. There was nobody in any of the buildings, and yet it felt like there used to be. Perhaps recently. Perhaps even a day ago, this town could have been bustling with life. "You were too late, Saltriv..." The red flame came closer. Burhalla... He had a...

Down the streets and past the smoke, toward the thunder and finally where the screams had gone quiet, Brisa finally happened upon Luz, who spun around to face her with a wide smile. Her eyes were red. Her general colors had become red... "'Course I'm okay," Luz said, and then she pointed toward...

But there was something strange about this presumed illusion. Soda's illusions had a certain flair to them, a certain tell when someone was familiar with his antics. Dave, by now, would know what Soda's illusions were like--and even if he was so twisted by his own lunacy, would they be this...

Hisses and frightened muttering followed. Countless footfalls came next, like they were getting into formation, but they had yet to make any kind of move. "There she is!" cried what might have been a village leader. "Get her!" "Protect the other one!" "Get ready...!" They got into formation...

Lights flickered weakly. Power was coming back, only to go out again. There was the hum of a generator and constant footfalls. Something roared from far away, too far to ever interfere with what was happening in that building. It was the roar of some powerful Pokemon, perhaps even a Legend...

A wheezing, rattling laughter echoed in Bahamut's head. He had a vague sense that it was where he was going, even though it truly sounded like it was coming from all over. "Soon, soon... soon, you will become far more than even I could hope... soon... a beacon of hope... you shall be not only...

"Don't bother... Mellow." Raven's words were cold, but there was a hint of conflict in her voice. Her black feathers, ectoplasmic as they were, seemed to fluff up when the villagers all glared at her, then back at the Florizard in question. "...You're... a bad omen, Mellow. You're... too...