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And to that, Pita smiled a little, while Mew made an 'ewwww' noise that earned a swat from Nutmeg. "I'm glad you're so willing to help," Pita said. "But... I guess that's all we can really tell you guys about Dark Matter. Seems like you've got all the information and then some."

"Obviously," Diyem said with a low growl back. "But that means nothing to me when Eien is right there in the tree, suffering. I'm going to make sure that things are going to go well for..." Diyem trailed off, like he'd lost his train of thought. "...I just need to make things right and proper...

"...She..." Pita blinked, looking at Nutmeg, then at Mew. "Dark Matters can fall in love?" Mew asked. "That seems lethal and dangerous. How come he's not dead?" "Well, from what I heard, he used to be dead." Pita hummed, thoughtful. "Well... That explains where that happened, or how." "So...

Diyem pulled it back and looked offended that Brisa had looked at all. "I'm not familiar with Xerneas. I am just trying to keep him happy so he doesn't go off. I don't care in the slightest for him." Diyem glanced at the chefs again, glaring when he saw one of the fruits nearly fall on the...

"...But... what caused that future Dark Matter to lose?" Pita asked. "You're right, I heard from Balm and Cepa that their 'future world' is lagging behind a little because of time unfreezing and stuff. What's going on here... if this Dark Matter saw that Dark Matter? Who approached him to give...

Diyem growled. "I've bee busy," he said. "Bedridden for most of the day, focused on recovering my core, I can barely think half the time. I'm answering questions that are usually important all the time, and now I'm dealing with Xerneas." He glanced at the chefs. Looked like they were taking...

I don't even know if she did. She likely did. That's all I know. "That doesn't really explain anything," Nutmeg said. "If anything," Pita said, "that sounds more like the Dark Matter of that world got a change of heart sooner for some reason, and then told our world's Dark Matter to stop...

"I'm very worried about Joule," Diyem said flatly. "He has been sending me messages on my badge all day and I do not know how to block it. His enthusiasm is disgusting. Red is creepy. I don't like the look he gives me. It's too kind. And I don't mind Silver." Diyem crossed his arms. "I haven't...

"...What?" Nutmeg said, frowning. "But the Dark Matter we spoke to said he saw a vision of his future self..."

Diyen huffed. "Well, do as you like... but I'd advise on being careful. If the Overseers decide that perhaps I'm too much of a risk, they'll apprehend me now, somehow. I'm sure they have a way. I'm sure that if this Blacklight threat becomes multi-world, they might consider sealing this world...

"...Bean is one of them," Diyem replied flatly. "They probably already know."

"...Well... everything about Dark Matter is strange," Nutmeg said after considering Cynthian's words. "But... no, I don't think he said anything that weird. I mean--" "Well... there was one thing." Pita glanced at Nutmeg, then Mew. "Remember how he said he had a vision?" "Oh, right. I mean...

"...There is an organization," Diyem said, "that spans worlds and realities and possibly everywhere one day. Known as the Overseers. Imagine a Guild... but for realities upon realities. When a threat spans worlds and universes, they are often the ones who step in. Frankly, I'm surprised Maple's...

Diyem sighed, wondering if Brisa realized that she was being both curt with him and patient at the same time. Not that it mattered too much. He'd been holding this for a while, and he knew that several others had been trying to pry information out of him for a while. Now that everything was all...

To this, Nutmeg and Pita looked at one another confusedly, then back at Cynthian. "Well..." "Hey, let's find a spot to sit," Nutmeg added, leading them to some benches nearby where a few kids were playing in the plaza near the center of the small town square. "Dark Matter..." Pita sighed. "I...

"Tss..." Diyem looked away again, claws leaving little imprints in his arms. He'd been thinking about this a lot. "I don't know," he replied. "Her mind might be far and away by now, and her body is massive and powerful. She might be a danger to Cibus and beyond if she becomes out of control...

"Nnngh..." Diyem figured that she would get right to business. For some reason the displeasure was less pleasant than he'd hoped. "It's complicated. When I was beyond the material plane, I have a higher tolerance and resistance to... positive feelings. For one, I couldn't properly die there. I...

"Gh--I didn't notice you." Diyem looked back with what might have been a growl back. "Brisa, hello." He looked at the chefs in the back kitchen going to work, then felt that, indeed, he was going to wait on a nearby bench. "I suppose I am becoming accustomed to not being covert about myself...

It was nice to be a Charizard again. But ultimately, Diyem couldn't trust Owen with getting the right kinds of ingredients or takeout for his 'night' with Xerneas, so he elected to go by himself after some convincing toward the Lifebringer. The shady part of town was pleasant to him, in a...

[Maple > S0urdough]: I really hope it's just a phase. [Joule > S0urdough]: Do you suppose your new friend has a name? Maple's taken to calling him Null for now.