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[Maple > S0urdough]: Isn't he supposed to help you? What if he actually conjures a way to kill people with Maple stopped typing. She seems to be thinking. [Maple > S0urdough]: attaching a knife to his chest and running really fast?

"Buncha self-important pricks who go around the Overworld telling people they're doing it wrong," Soda summarized. Then, after a pause, he sighed and grudgingly said, "They're folks who do what we do, but with more organization. Think of it like... a Guild except, like, all. And only for...

[Maple > S0urdough]: Your Ultra Shade is preaching about Eternatus like a Born Again Arcean, you know. He put a signpost on my back. Attached: a blurry image of the signpost with Maple's massive paw just in-frame.

"Maple, did we not encounter someone like this a few worlds ago, mentioning the everlasting love of Necrozma while I was wrapped in a giant Mimikyu disguise?" Joule whispered back. "Not the same." Maple nodded at it. "Well... Null, I'll call you for now. If you would like a proper name later...

"Bit of an odd one, isn't he?" Joule whispered to Maple, who only shrugged dismissively. "I'm sure there are a lot of things your patron considers beautiful," Maple said, deciding not to comment on the fact that, according to Bahamut, his Eternatus did not feel much of anything. "I do not think...

"Deities?" Joule asked, humming. "Are we deities? We've been called that before. I'm not much of a Creator, though. And I don't really hold authority over an aspect of any world's creation." "Well, some call Bahamut a deity, and he denies that quite a lot." "There is something divine bout the...

"Perhaps," Joule replied, humming. "But they will be remembered regardless, and perhaps one day the memories shall return. They have a funny way of doing that, in time, you see. One way or another. And even if perhaps their time together is fleeting, is that not any different from so many other...

Maple said nothing. Meanwhile, Joule drifted closer and said, "Well, if you don't have a name... Perhaps I can give one to you? I do not know if you should be so accepting of your role as a 'tool' as you say. Many of the Ultra Shades are forging partnerships with their creators, you know."

"...Your current ego is not even a day old." "Oh, who is this?" Joule asked. "I don't think I recognize this one..." Leaning out from within the home was a second, much smaller Joule--the light-based segments that Joule was missing. Maple quietly explained to Joule her guesses, and then...

Despite lacking pupils or eyebrows, it seemed like Maple was deadpanning at it. With a sigh that expelled a bit of Radiant mist from her nostrils, she tilted her head upward. "Joule!" "Yes?" someone called from within the home. "Someone's here to see you." "Ah, company!" A black, crystalline...

And this thing was technically a part of Joule? Worrisome. "You are aware that you are a replica of Bahamut's figments, correct? Esper, I know that finding out the truth about Bahamut was traumatizing, but I don't know if attempting to accept this... whatever it is will be helpful."

Oh, Bahamut's. "I see." Maple would have to have a talk with Bahamut later. "Well, that Eternatus is very far and away right now, possibly an entire plane of existence separating us. We have never heard nor seen an Eternatus of your nature within this network of Ultra Space. Without that...

Oh no. One of those people. "I see," Maple replied politely. "...You are aware that Eternatus is a threat to the world, correct?" This was probably some kind of hellspawn that came off one of Team Spectrum's more fragmented members. Who could it be this time?

A few seconds passed with only a dull hum filling the silence, as if Maple's body's sheer presence was vaguely audible. "I suppose I am," she said. "You... I don't recognize you. But you're an Ultra Shade. Who are you?"

As it turned out, the thing that it had hung the signs on had been two spikes on Maple's back. The leviathan had been curled up and focusing for the time being in her front yard (the door was slightly too small) with her back turned to the street. She must have been mistaken for a wall. She...

"Well, someone's formal," Nutmeg remarked, crossing her arms and folding her wings. Mew slid from Nutmeg's forehead, down her back, and onto her shoulder. "Sure, we'd love to help," Pita said. "What's going on?"

"Ah, ah, don't move too much. Those explosions really do a number on you warriors..." Zinc sighed. "Okay. Stay put and don't strain yourself, alright? I need to go and check on some other patients." And with that, the Goodra left them to their own devices.

"Pretty much," Soda said, shrugging. "I mean, unless you're in one of those worlds where literally everyone but you is fake, and everyone else was just a simulation. Never ran into a world like that but it's one of those hypotheticals. That's also a fucked reality." Soda tapped his chin...

"Guess that's everything," Owen said, nodding. "See you, Maple! And, uh, nice true form!" "Thank you?" Maple said, not sure if that was meant to be a compliment or something else. "...Do you really think Cibus would accept this?" "Doesn't everyone know what Flesh really looks like?" Owen...

After some redirection, Cynthian was able to finally find who she was looking for. They made their way out of the Expedition Headquarters and into the Lively Town square, clearly looking for someone that had summoned them. "Oh, there!" Mew said, landing between Nutmeg's eyes. "Which way...