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"Illegitimate," repeated Fugu. "Why do you think that? Does your form matter? Or is it a symbol for becoming what you'd idolized?" Fugu decided not to comment on Owen. He'd gotten stuck in the hallway during his most recent session.

Fugu tilted her head. A typical body language, one that she made when Brisa had said something perhaps profound toward herself. Something that Brisa could focus on. "Is that distinction important to you?" she asked.

It was like the whole air of the Primordial Forest had changed just then. Everything seemed a little quieter; the trees were cautiously somber. And the smirk on Yellow's face had frozen, then melted into a frown. "What the fuck did you say?" he asked, only audible because everything else had...

Fugu nodded. "I have," she said. "It was mostly speculation, or considered a trick of the eye, but perhaps it really did happen. You'd become a Zeraora... if only for a short while." Fugu tapped her blade, thoughtful. "That species means a lot to you." She'd learned as such from so many of their...

"It is fine," Fugu said. "There was an opening in my schedule... But there is something different about you." She regarded Brisa, but then allowed her to step inside. There was always some basic talking before their usual fights, if only to get a sense of the subject matter. "Congratulations on...

Yellow gave Dave a harsh look, a combination of skepticism and contempt. "...Y'know, if anyone else tried telling me this, I'd think they're just trying to trick me," he said, "but now I'm wondering if you're being controlled or some shit. You're talking nonsense. There's no way Green would just...

That struck a nerve. It only showed briefly when his flame crackled and flared, but his expression remained neutral. "While under Xerneas' influence, it didn't cross my mind," he said. "...I didn't speak much with her..."

"Aaaah." Soda waved nonchalantly at Dave. "What's the big deal? So I forgot some of the details. That's what happens when you leave something alone for a few years." If Soda was giving off any reaction, it might have been hidden by illusions. "What's so special about Green? He was just the one...

"Hmmm..." More concerning pauses. "...Possibly, yes. Though, I didn't have much control over you when I was indisposed in the Tree of Life. Then again, I had the foresight to keep you all more separate from me. That may not last forever if I am fully controlled... I would normally say, I...

"Hmm..." The fact that Diyem had to consider it was worrying. "I think your world is too far away for it to be a concern for you specifically. If this were to be set upon the Overworld, it may take ages to reach yours, assuming it isn't stopped by greater powers. ...Though, the fact that you're...

Soda scowled a little, then glanced at the sky for something. "Yeah, I remember," he said. On his mane there was a yellow bauble, which matched Soda's description of things. "What, just because I can't remember something from a while ago, suddenly my memories are all messed up?"

More silence and Soda's scent was getting a little stronger. The Tree of Life rumbled. Maple roared within--she still had a lot of vitality in her, it seemed. "...So you're here already?" Soda called from a nearby tree, sitting on one of the firmer branches. "Thought you guys were gonna try to...

"Hmm..." Diyem considered this. "According to Pop, the Arceus of Cibus and the Arceus of the other are one and the same, a split soul meant to oversee both worlds. It wasn't done hastily like with Cola, so there were not any complications... And perhaps when the world was split and Dark Matter...

The ground rumbled occasionally with that power. The Tree of Life was a restricted zone, officially speaking--even more than usual. Only those with clearance, like Team Spectrum, were allowed in the area. Joule had dropped Dave off, and was waiting far off for when he'd be needed to send Dave...

"The Tree of Life is, thankfully... of Life energy. But there could be traces of Arceus within Maple, if all of Telum fell, hmm..." "I doubt it was a Dark Matter of Cibus," Diyem said, shaking his head. "I have my theory on this from what Sunny had told a few others. Eien was spotted here...

Darkwhite giggled, nuzzling her back. "You bet," she said, and then gave her a little wink. Shield seemed concerned. But in all the cheers of the crowd and Incineroar congratulating them both, it looked like the Lucario was finally able to relax, and he smiled. <><><>

"Sword--er, Darkwhite is the winner!" Incineroar announced as the crowd roared again. Darkwhite pumped her fist a few times in the air before disappearing, reappearing next to Cynthian before grabbing her by the arm and raising it with her, whether she dangled by her hold or not. "Hah! Yeah...

Another screech, and this time Sword fell into the smoke. A similar scene played out, but Shield was on his feet, watching carefully. "C'mon, Sword... focus this time... remember your combo...!" "...Uhuhu... huhu... I have you figured out!" Incineroar nodded. "It looks like Darkwhite is...

"Aaah!" Sword lost her old form and shook her head. "Grrr... fine. I think I kn-know how you fight!" She seemed to be frozen. She shook it off and furrowed her brow. "Check this out, then! J-just because you have me cold doesn't mean you can stop me n-now!" Sword seemed to be a bit stronger now...

"What the heck?!" Sword shouted. "How come you aren't a planty paste on the ground?!" "Cynthian has more familiarity with her body, Sword!" Shield said. "Use this time to get familiar with your opponent! Don't hold back!" "Oh, I won't hold back...!" Sword taunted. "C'mon, Cynthian! I'm just...