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"Oh." Cal shifted her wings, like she didn't believe him, but then looked up at the sky. "Well, can I mope with you?"

"Yo, Ba'mut." Ethereal wingflaps led to one of the many Owens to land next to Bahamut. Cal, the to-be-Eternatus, if everyone's guesses were correct, but also the not-daughters of Owen. The host Charizard was a bit of a chatterbox, so word had spread a little about who Cal really was. "Moping...

Buffet had been given S'more and Xerneas to properly get their bodies ready. Apparently, they are going to need temporary, mortal ones until Pop can prepare their properly Ascended ones again. The false S'more and Xernatus, Buffet seemed unsure about. "But I doubt Pop wants them dead," Buffet...

Diyem nodded. "That should do it, then," he said. "Everyone, this is our timeline. First, we will gather as much information, and attempt as much treatment, as we can regarding the Eterna Parasites and Blacklight Mewtwo. In the meantime, Arceus will work on whatever boon he has been developing...

"Mm. But if we go too soon, I fear some of us may not yet be ready. I heard from Pop that apparently, even before we went to the Tree, he has been trying to develop something that may help us."

"I'm thinking of ways to get through now," Diyem said to both of them, "but my first guess is that we will be able to break through... perhaps very easily, but only us--those who are immune to the effects of Eterna energy... or can at least resist them." Diyem nodded, curling his tail around...

"Hmmmmhhh... Eien is the more immediate threat. Soda on the moon appears to still be waiting for something. If we can halt that, perhaps it will buy us more time... but... We must still monitor it as much as we can. If Soda got what he wanted, we would have already lost. We are halting...

"Hmmh... Maybe." Yellow crossed his arms. "But we gotta be careful, y'know. If either of us die, or even the last one, Prime's going to get our memories. And then he might know we're scheming, and who knows what'll set him off after that... And just so y'know, I don't like this whole... torture...

"...Hmm..." Cal rubbed her chin. "What if we threatened Flesh?" "C-Cal!" Owen gasped. "We aren't threatening Flesh! He's innocent in all this!" "I didn't mean threaten for real, I meant put up a short! Like, maybe we fake-torture him for information, or fake-starve him, or I dunno, plant him...

"We'd probably have to ask Soda himself about that," Owen said, gesturing to the air a few of his paces away from him, near the wall. Seconds later, Owen brought a hand to a particular spot by his side and caught a suddenly-visible bottle of beer. "Fuck you, I was tryna relax," the Substitute...

"A Zoroark detector would normally be easy," Joule said, "but the problem with Soda in particular is his talents involve prevent signals from going out at all. He, er... I do not think Chip's methods will work. We have to predict him rather than detect him."

"Mm. Not anymore." "O-oh." Owen tensed. "...Because we've moved on, Owen. I didn't kill them. They killed me." "Hmm..." Joule looked to Maple. "You know his habits more than I do." "Soda usually operates with three Substitutes when he has to do intensive scouting, but one is usually with...

Pop remarks that he isn't sure when it will be ready, and not to worry too much about it. He has a lot of things to focus on. Chip seems enthusiastic, but Reshiram levels him with the truth: While possible, simply developing the technology in general was going to take time. It may be beyond...

"...I am... sorting through it all, still," Diyem said. "Many, many lives. Rehabilitating those I had shattered, little by little. Helping them reacquaint with proper living, even if they're long dead. Turning over the recovering ones to Overseers." Diyem kept a neutral expression, but it was...

"No, because that is the Voice side of things," Diyem replied irritably. "It's what happens when they gain powers beyond what are normally granted. An ability to manifest a form on their own. And since Maple has the powers over Light..." "Wait--so you aren't a Dark Matter?" Owen asked. "I am...

Pop looked amused again. "They have a few fights scheduled, but they are all very soon. That will give me time to synthesize their new forms properly. This will work out nicely and nobody will suspect anything." "They will, but you'll have plausible deniabullity." "Deniability," Pop said...

"We might need to deliver them both to Buffet," Joule spoke up. "It may be the easiest way to revive them for the time being until we can sort this out, though they may need temporary bodies until then... I'll be sure to call him now!" Maple listened quietly, nodding. Yes, all things...

There was a look of dread across Maple just then and she looked down. "I... caused all of this? What if... what Diyem finds is... simply more malice that could set me off again?" "Don't get like that," Owen said cautiously. "You couldn't have known. And all of your power is... it's helped so...

"I will warn you if that risk is coming," Diyem stated. "But as for you, Maple... I am willing to check. You could be related to, or corrupted by, a Dark Matter in some way. But... I do not think you are properly a Dark Matter. Your properties aren't... the same. Unless being a Voice changed you...

"I'm... not sure." Maple looked down. "You would think that it's there, and given how large it is, we'd find it. But I don't truly know. Unless... it simply is part of me now." "There is still the mystery of that meteor," Diyem said. "I actually have one thing to remark about that. Mewtwo is...