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"Now that we know what to look for, it shouldn't be very long at all, should it?" Bean looked to Breaker. "I know the path. Pattern is the same." Breaker nodded. "I will find it easily."

The door opened one last time, and in came a Samurott with a stern expression and muscular build. "Bean," she greeted. "Good to see you, Fugu!" Bean grinned. "We're all here, now." "I have little to add," Fugu said, stepping toward the last empty seat in the room. "I did not have any of them...

"I do worry about that..." Bean looked down. "Pop is going to be devastated... How would--we have no idea how that happened. Is he somewhere in the astral plane...? Surely Buffet would have found him." He sighed. "We don't really know what to think of it, especially since he's so much like...

"...Yes. For Silver and Giovanni, little. They are too strongly sealed. So there is little more to learn... But with S'more. Yes. I do have something to say." Her eyes seemed grave. "When I navigated his memories... It was like looking at a painting. A background, with some details in the...

"He showed signs of... distress, from what I gathered," said Bean. "But he hid it very well. Wheat was the one who picked up on it." The Xatu nodded. He still didn't give off any sense of telepathy. Perhaps he wasn't on duty for it, or he used it in different ways. "Giovanni is calm, outwardly...

"Don't ignore me," Lunala hissed, ghostly energy flowing through his wings. "Do you really think I would die that easily? That I could be replaced?! I'm..." He seemed trapped. "This is absurd. Go away. I don't need this kind of talk." He turned around, staring at the dead campfire, celestial...

That silence settled in. Lunala looked left, right, like it was some kind of prank and soon they'd all show up to laugh at him. But none came. "...You're insane, then." Lunala looked away, but something about what Nate said seemed to shake him. "I'm not... my father. My father is... a...

"Yes," Lunala said slowly, trying to run it by Starr very slowly, so she could really, really understand it. "I remember being Silver. Based on your description. So it seems pretty clear that I'm Silver. Who else would I be?"

Lunala squinted at Starr. "Your team said I was Silver and seemed pretty confident about it. A lot of things add up, aside from my missing memories. Who else could I be?" He shifted, looking cautious. "...And why are you staring at me like that?" There was no way Giovanni would keep up a bluff...

Silver rolled his eyes and looked away. "What, does it matter? My mind was apparently totally erased. If it comes back, that's great, but... There's no point in fighting it the same way over and over. And with so much sealed, I obviously, therefore, would be missing something. I—" Silver looked...

"I—" Silver paused, then looked down. A wing went to his chin, like he hadn't considered that before. He had memories of his team sealed somewhere in there. So he was obligated to get them back, wasn't he? Silver thought and thought. And then thought some more. Finally, with an odd and aloof...

"They don't want to take any chances. I thought I was alone for a whioe, but then I started gaining some kind of... psychic sense. There's usually someone keeping an eye on me. Usually Bean. I'm not even allowed to see my team without surveillance, not that it matters." He looked off, wings...

Silver looked at Nate like he was a slack-jawed idiot. "This sleep in the forest is one of the first times nobody's been watching me." His simulated eyelids lowered. "Or so I thought."

"...Hmph." He slowly sat up, looking a little goofy with the way his body worked. Couldn't be assed to levitate. Wasn't in the mood to do anything else. "I'm starting with the basics. Wormholes... Not so much. Not yet. What else do you want?" Cold as ever. At least it matched, compared to what...

Silver was completely quiet this time. Didn't look like there would be much to glean. Eventually, he stirred, for one reason or another, and one of his bright, red eyes flitted open. "...Shoo."

Not too far ahead, next to a campfire that had gone out long ago, was a crumpled-up crescent moon of a Pokemon that had fallen onto a pile of snow, still asleep. It looked like he had been trying to hang on one of the branches, perhaps out of some odd instinct? Yet he had failed to stay put, or...

[[I have a bad habit of ambiguous references in my clauses, so that might be at play here. No, to be clear, it was a reference to the Mafia's possible frustrations, not Tef's fears. I don't think Tef understands fear, so that irritates Alexander greatly.]] "Pathetic." Alexander scoffed...

"Running through the chambers getting beat the fuck up by Darkwhite ghosts," Soda replied, turning a little so he could try to face Dave. "What about it?"

Alexander... did not seem very amused by this logic. In fact, he was disappointed that such a gambit had been made so soon. "It's not exactly the greatest mystery in the world." "This here... was essentially what I had been trying to reason out, for your little game. This really was all that...

Zinc nodded. "Well, from what I've heard, I think you did really well," she said, smiling. "Why don't we go and get the next bundle of supplies ready?"