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"So you feared your own power against a world that was not ready for it," Fugu stated. "Similar to areas beyond Destiny Village. Like Surf and Turf against the average civilian... But it seems they did not trust you the same way." Fugu slammed her scalchop against the barrier once, but then...

Sword seemed uncomfortable at that, but she nodded anyway. "Everything," she said softly. She took her first bite of her sandwich. Despite not having an appetite, Zinc had encouraged her to try eating anyway, and it seemed that her body was starting to warm up to the idea. Shield gently rubbed...

"I've... been better." Without all the distortion in the way, Sword's voice was soft and small to match her body. A little pink Mew, no strange purple fur or dark eyes or spaded tail, just a Mew that was curled up against Shield in the same bed. Gone were the vital indicators, since Zinc had...

"You mentioned you used to spar in your home world," Fugu said, entering a stiff pose before rushing with a flurry of strikes. She was accurate, but her dull blades made it seem like she was holding back. At the same time, though, her defensive stance made it just as hard to get proper hits...

"You think I didn't already check on stuff like that?" Soda said, not looking toward Dave. "It's pretty easy to audit my locations, you know, being the scout-who-can't-fly and all. I didn't do anything abnormal. If I did any sabotaging, I'd've known by now. Besides, isn't S'more and Silver your...

Soda didn't appreciate the insinuation. He looked away again and tapped his claws. "No clue," he mumbled. "Maybe someone figured out how to replicate something like it. Who knows." He settled into his bed. "...I'm gonna get some sleep. Sick of speculating on stuff that just points at me."

Fugu ran her scalchop against the rocky ground, making a ringing, scraping noise that displayed she meant business. Then, she rushed her. "Now!" she called. "What is it about battle, Brisa, that you look forward to?" Fugu opened.

Fugu smirked a little, then stepped beside her desk and gave it a firm kick. As it turned out, the desk was in wheels attached to a rail embedded in the ground, flush with the surface. It rolled into the wall and disappeared in an opening that had appeared and then disappeared. Perhaps by one...

Fugu nodded, letting Brisa calm down in some silence. Then, she said, "It seems that there's some conflict and frustration in how you're trying to look at your past. Perhaps we can work some of that out in my typical method of therapy."

"Tch. And how exactly is a whole-ass Arceus gonna hide himself around everyone and their divine mother?" Soda paused, but then hummed. "I guess if they had Blacklight they could hide..."

Fugu seemed to be seeing more than what her eyes were showing her. "You liked to spar," Fugu said to herself, but by the time Brisa finished, she had something else to ask. "Did Sombra want to say anything?"

"Very young. You must have been born into a life of duty and responsibility." Fugu nodded. "What did you do for fun?" Simple questions, and now Fugu brought both scalchops back in their natural sheaths on her arms.

"The part that's tired," Fugu said with a nod. "You have quite a reputation in Destiny Village. One of ambition and duty, and of course the fighting. You're among the most 'Guildly' of your team, like you'd been part of a rescue team your whole life." She began to inspect her other scalchop.

Near the beginning of the street of houses meant for Team Spectrum was a large home suited for Pokemon meant for open air or otherwise bulky frames. And while not appropriate for their legal owners, it was at least something accommodating for the ultra Shades that accompanied them, such as...

"Hm. A break." Fugu nodded. "What does Sombra usually do?" She walked behind her desk and unsheathed one of her keratin scalchops, inspecting an edge. It seemed dull.

The more Nate talked, the more it seemed that Mewtwo's attention was drawn away from the book, until, near the end, he closed it and let it drift to the side by his Psychic power. "I am fairly certain I am Giovanni, and he is Silver," Mewtwo said coolly. "You're going to need a lot more than a...

"Ehh... Maybe." Soda sighed. "Yeah, that's possible. Whatever. If that's the case, we just gotta stay cautious until we see them make another move, eh?"

He was once again reading a book. This one seemed to be dealing with Destiny Village architectural history. Mewtwo looked up from his book and smiled at them his usual, cold smile. "You have?" he asked. "I'm so curious what you think it is." "It's me, idiot. Or so they think." Lunala had to...

As promised, Diyem was waiting for Nate and Starr at the entrance to the holding cells. Despite everything, nothing seemed to have changed in the area. Diyem looked irritable, arms crossed and tail flicking. "Make this quick," he muttered. "Xerneas is waiting and it took a lot of convincing for...

Lunala tapped a wing against the other, eyes closed in thought. "...If it will settle things, then I'll go with you," he said. "But don't expect it to go well. And I expect fair treatment. I haven't done anything wrong." <><><>