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He fiddled a little more, roaring something at Luz idly, and then suddenly it burst to life. The orb expanded outward and balanced itself on one of Flesh's claws, and a monochrome, cyan hologram appeared. It did not appear to be technology native to Cibus. The hologram was of Soda. "Hey," it...

Cal stared, bewildered, at Ivy. "I'm not upset. I'm pissed! I'm pissed because that dumb light dragon thinks he's all-that when he's just... a creep!"

Flesh seemed to understand her. He lumbered back a few steps, then hesitated, like he was unsure. Perhaps he'd never gotten this far before. A low, chest-shaking growl followed, and the body language accompanied by it suggested he was inviting her inside for tea. Whatever tea was for him. He...

The whole earth shook rhythmically to the steps of the Guzzlord that lived on the other side. The door lurched forward from his sheer weight as he bumped into it, followed by a scratching, fumbling sound as one of his claws fiddled with the door. It opened, revealing the massive creature. The...

"Yeah." Cal formed her body back completely, legs crossed and tail wrapped around to her front. "I dunno if I want to go Charizard yet. I feel like I can do it pretty easily at this point, but, you know. I dunno. Guess I'm just... not really in the mood for it."

Cal fizzled. "It's Cal," she said. "Close, I guess..." She collected around her Core, starting with her head and continuing with the rest over time. "Taking on a new look, huh? Guess you wouldn't be the first one to do that..."

"...Right... well..." Soda looked at Cola, waiting for his answer. The hazy, baby god shrank back. "I... need time." "Well, where are you gonna go if you need that time? To Pop?" Soda crossed his arms. "I, I, I mean... wh-where else do I go? He'll get worried if I don't come back and I always...

Soda glanced at Puddle, frowning, and then he let out a long, annoyed sigh. "Look. I don't do that whole... mushy-goodie-love-you crap. I'm... Right. Sorry. I'm glad you trust me. It's just something I'm not... used to I guess." He glanced at Rocky, then Cola. "If someone trusts me, I guess I...

"Aw, c'mon." Soda tried to wave it off. "I was making that haze illusion to look cool and stuff. By the way, Substitute. I'm good at that. Not that hard to have my real body get all beat up while a Substitute does the clever work if you're good enough at it." He tapped his chin. "I had an image...

Soda's claws twitched again, and it occurred to Cola that maybe Soda was actually where he was standing for once. "...I can't," Soda said. "Not to Maple. Not to Joule. And not to anyone else in God Squad. Not even Flesh knows. And I care about that guy. Dude has a tough life. But Maple doesn't...

"Look, it ain't like that," Soda said when Cola started drifting further. "I just--d'you get what you're asking here, Cola? A promise like that means I'll be under your control, basically. So then I won't really get anything out of it, and if I break that promise, suddenly you're the one in...

Oh, they're... making some kind of gift for Joule? Owen hummed. Potluck had a huge crush on Maple, or something, right? And now he's been upset ever since that got out in the open... From what that Haze guy said. Now what's he doing...? ...Maybe he's coping, Cal said.

The Core and puddle of ectoplasm twisted a little until two golden embers stared back at Ivy. "Oh. Hi," Cal replied. "I'm playing a game of... sit in the dark and brood, I guess. ...Who are you again? You feel familiar but I dunno any Mew Shades... I mean, unless Darkwhite counts, but she's...

"Staying in one of your cores hasn't really done anything," Soda said flatly as his mane flared up, and when he shifted his weight, the snow depressed where he stood. "That's just housing him. What's gonna happen when Pop gets impatient and just takes Cola? Time's running out, y'know. He might...

Truffle is spending a lot of time at home with Leg. They seem to be conspiring with Potluck while writing a letter and using special materials to make what appears to be a 1:1 ratio plush toy of Joule in his brightened form. Potluck occasionally has to put his mask on.

"Silver was a fucked up Mewtwo who was only in on it for his own good. I'm actually trying to save people here. That dude just wanted more power for the sake of power." Soda flicked his claws again, but then eyed Cola. "...So what, is that some sorta threat?" "No," Cola said. "It's a fact." He...

And once again, the haze around Cola's body seemed to tighten anxiously. As much as he wanted to trust Soda and as much as he believed it would be a way to get away from Pop... Soda was still looking more and more like an Arceus. And he made mistakes. And Sword... Did Rocky have a point? "Prove...

"...Heh. Right. Okay." Soda shook his head, raising his arms again. "There might be a misunderstanding here. Darkwhite, Sword, whatever? I didn't do that. She started off that way. No clue what got her like that. I just... took advantage of a situation while helping her out, is all. She needed...

Cola was inches away from touching Soda's hand when he stopped. "Hurt Sword? What do you mean?" Soda frowned, pulling his hand away before turning around. He sighed. "I didn't want that to happen," he said. "I needed to put her someplace safe after getting her out of that slimeball's hands. And...

"Yeah, I fought one," Soda said. "Actually, even more than that. Funny thing. I'm not just someone who fought an Arceus. I was also a bit of a, uh, well, uh. Student. Sure. Let's say I was a student. A student who was about ready to graduate..." The illusion of Soda's body twisted a little...