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"Probably!" Bean replied, nodding. "Overseers tend to be very efficient with how they do things. They must have a heuristic somewhere that says the local Zygarde is a reliable source of information." "And that's... I mean, you think that's okay?" "Of course! I know it might seem shady but I...

It seemed that the bright loudness of Destiny Village had finally settled down. Maple and Joule returned to their homes; Cal was probably still sulking in her home; and, while Joule had arrived, perhaps little had changed. It was good to see Joule in high spirits again, but their usual dangers...

"Hmm, it might have been coincidence, or a bunch of them put together," Bean said. "I recall something about them checking on worlds like this one for one reason or another. And, well, Zygarde, of course. I was very curious about the world beyond this one, even if I wasn't interested in leaving...

Not specifically. I only know that we got in an argument over this in the past... Perhaps this was one of the worlds she had visited in that way. She already visited it to save Dark Matter here... or so I thought. Why would she have gone to Treasure Town? Hmm... It must have been a very mundane...

Just then, Typhlosion reemerged from his ball and stared uncertainly at Mewtwo, and Mewtwo stared back. The fiery companion crawled forward, but Mewtwo didn't move. He sniffed at Mewtwo, then stood up on his hind legs and studied him further. Mewtwo seemed transfixed. Typhlosion spat an Ember...

"I'm not really sure how it works! Must be some kind of astral projection." "I'd be pretty curious myself," Owen admitted. "I think it has something to do with the same way they had that Blissey contact the astral plane," Bean said with an absent thought. "After all, that's not exactly a...

"I think that happens because we fit a similar role, just for one world instead of many," Bean admitted. "It makes sense. Water rescuers are usually Water Pokemon. Why, Owen used to go into forest fires to carry out the injured, unimpeded!" "Yeah, that makes sense," Owen agreed, nodding. "Maybe...

Joule grinned at all of them, brightening further. "Simply that I will be what I always have wanted to be--someone who could save as many as I could! I have the power to do so, after all." "But that does not mean taking no breaks," Maple added. "Joule, perhaps it is time we rested. The rest we...

"Isle of Light?" Mewtwo paused. "Oh, that. Hmm. Yes. I do remember making that with some help of the Unown. Don't think we can just... conjure up a base out of thin air otherwise. A lot of the technology was my idea from what I remembered, of course. But he contributed as well, to an extent. He...

"Yes, that does more or less describe what we do! In simple terms, at least. Though, I'm not in any particularly high ranking." Bean nodded. "I am... more like a local scout. Just for this world, for now. Perhaps when I retire and a new Zygarde takes me place, I will graduate to higher Overseer...

"Normally, it is," Diyem said as Chip tentatively placed Typhlosion in the item slot, closing it so it rolled into the other side. "But that seems... It doesn't add up. That would mean our final spy is Pop himself if we take the immediate answer. I do not think that is possible." Diyem hummed...

"Yes, I am," Bean replied. "Bit of a junior one, since I'm still mostly local to Cibus, of course, but an Overseer nonetheless. How much do you know about us, anyway?" It seemed to have been asked innocuously, but the way Owen kept hearing about them being spoken of, he wasn't sure how much...

"I have!" Bean nodded cheerfully. "Well, not thoroughly, at least, though I have been trying to keep track of things. It is part of my job, after all." "Right..." Owen shifted awkwardly, not sure if he should lead or follow Dave's questioning.

The Zygarde sat on the other side of a large desk that had a great booster seat so he would be able to sit properly on it. "Owen! Welcome, good to see you," Bean said, friendly as ever. "Today isn't your usual session day, though, is it?" "No, it isn't. We actually wanted to ask you a few...

"Eh? Well, yes, but..." Chip dipped his left appendage into a bag and pulled out the ball. "That seems like... a security oversight that we could even do something like that with a whole person." Typhlosion approached Chip and pecked at the ball, disappearing into it. "Oh. Well, alright..."...

"Ahh... Certainly, Luz. If you want to come along with us on more adventures and world-saving missions, then by all means you may come with us as part of God Squad! Why, this could be a matter of a new era!" "Well! I am certainly bright, but I don't think my power itself as completely...

"Oh, hello, Owen. Did you bring a guest this time?" "Yeah, uh, kinda," the Charizard replied, glancing back at Dave, then back at the receptionist. "Is Bean available right now? This isn't really for a therapy thing or anything yet, just a talk about something else. But it needs to be somewhere...

"Form?" Joule asked, tilting his head. "Well, my disguise was a very elaborate one. Every inch of by body was wrapped in a thick and powerful cloth, and I had to curl myself up into my smallest possible form until just the right moment when I could unleash my true power!" "...A ball," Maple...

"Take a look?" Joule asked, waving at Owen as he left with Cal for their home a few homes down. "At the former Core of mine?" Maple held it out. Upon closer inspection, there were traces of what looked like Joule's linear scorch marks at a singular impact site, which split the core into eight...

"Oh, certainly not," Joule replied. "It required quite a bit of my own energy to break him out of there! Or, er, me, I suppose. Hm. That's rather complicated." Cal couldn't look at Joule. She shuffled to Owen and then stayed behind him like a terrified hatchling. Owen curled his tail around her...