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"Of course." A little formal, Bone reached out to shake Brisa's paw, then looked to Nugget and Tender. "I think we've all earned a good rest, and maybe a wash, after all that... wouldn't you agree?" The two nodded, and Bone bid a brief farewell to Brisa. "Well. Thank you for the battle...

"Oh, that was me. Warning shot. It shouldn't have been lethal to anybody I spotted on the way." He wiped his nose. "I mean, it might've killed a Spectrum person or two, but you know, you guys kinda spit on death and call it a bitch." Buffet seemed to be growing uncomfortable again. But he...

Tender rose first, followed by Nugget, and both went to help Bone get back to her feet. Out of all of them, Bone had certainly pushed herself the hardest, with Incineroar taking some extra time to make sure they were all in good shape. "Perhaps in my prime, I wouldn't have lost..." Bone sighed...

"Er... take care..." the waiter waved, tilting his head. "...They're an odd bunch..." He decided to clean up, left with a lingering feeling of unease as Bahamut disappeared down the road. <><><>

"...You're right..." Owen trailed off, humming. "I mean... it's not like I don't know how it works at all. In fact, when I was fighting it off in my own head, it felt like I knew exactly what to do to get it out. But that was my reality. I had control. And my friends helped me remember that...

Owen nodded. "I'm not really sure. I do know that it might have something to do with, you know, Mewtwo being there, or just Diyem being weak, or something... But combating it?" Owen sighed, curling his tail around the table to take up less space. The heat of his flame briefly brushed against...

"Well... Yes, I think I remember that. Though, isn't she...? Well--according to rumors, at least..." The waiter, a Machoke, glanced away.

"I heard about that," Owen said. "It might have been because... at the time, Diyem was weakened. You see, when I first fought those Magikarp and, uh, lost, Diyem was channeling way too much energy into me to take them down. He strained so much that I think he lost connection for a little while...

"E-eheh..." Owen's flame dimmed a little, but he kept a smile. "It's kind of eventful but at least it worked out. I'm just worried about what could have happened, I guess..." He sighed, glancing around. He kept his voice quiet--he was getting good at that--and added, "It's... not a good feeling...

"My overwhelming charisma," Soda replied with a toothy grin, hands on his hips. "And I guess they just listen to divine power. Probably an instinct thing. One or the other. It's probably the first more than the second."

"Hmm..." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful, but then took a seat across from Nate. He didn't use a chair and was still a little too big for it. "I might try that. I was also seeing if there were any mega-sandwich places. I know there was a restaurant somewhere that used to be too much for me...

"Eh, they like being dramatic." Soda shrugged and gestured behind him. "I'm busy gathering up my power and waiting on you guys to patch up Maple and all the other issues I kinda left for you guys. How's it going down there?" It seemed almost apologetic, like he was sorry for the mess.

The waiter shrugged nervously.

He stood above nearly everyone, but it seemed to take a few tries for him to finally notice Nate. "Oh!" And he came walking over, covering in one step that would have taken Nate twenty or more. "Hey, Nate. Looking for food around here? I've been having trouble finding ones that serve really...

"I've... never really met someone who would eat in that way before," commented the waiter, who nodded along. Per the rules, Bahamut wouldn't have to pay for it, but...

Buffet fidgeted nervously again. The Unown weren't replying, but that light was getting closer. "Alright, alright, scram." "Ah!" Buffet recognized that voice. The light had a shape to it--a Zoroark... vaguely. The features were hazy and there seemed to be something that might have been a ring...

Creation.

Buffet nervously fidgeted, drifting forward a little more. There was something ahead that resembled countless glimmering lights... Unown, perhaps? Soda was alive, of course. But he was also busy. "Um... So, we can't see him? It's not just me. It's Dave. Are you... aligned with Soda?" No...

A thunderous boom drowned out the noise of even the cheering crowd. Incineroar's calls were completely deafened. The ground shook; a shockwave made a small crater in the dirt, and then scattered loose debris into the air in a symmetrical wave. The sound echoed back... and all was quiet. Bone...

Bone rushed for her. It was the same dance as before. But the moment she brought her arm back to swing, Brisa jumped out of the way--her body was too slow. The electricity staggered her movements. She cursed to herself, leaning against her club while her wounds only became more apparent...