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"Of course." Giovanni didn't even bat an eye.

"Ah?" Truffle cocked his head at that. "I see. So in the end, your folklore also includes a system much like... this one, with perhaps a mortal one day becoming something of a legend. Though, considering it's far more than folklore in this world, I do wonder... Well. That isn't really important...

And again, no substantial response. "I'm beginning to wonder if they can even understand us. They just operate at some basic level..." "Maybe they're illusions, and she can't really see us right now?" "No. Their eyes follow you. But..." Shield sighed. "I don't know. This is all so strange. And...

Truffle smiled sadly. "The story of why you'd be leaving your home behind."

"Absolutely," Truffle replied. "When this is over... I would not be against taking you along. After all, the drawback of leaving behind your home... Cibus is as much a home to you as anywhere else is, hm? Perhaps your story is already... enough."

"Well... I'm only trying to help. Something that will benefit both of us. But while this setback would only inconvenience me, I think it will harm you much more. If I wanted to even things out... I'd need something in return for this exchange. Still, in that light..." He smirked. "You've...

No reply at first, so Shield and the team continued on. The Lucario's ear twitched. "I hear giggling," he said. "It's Sword. But..." "I think I hear it, faintly," Owen said. "But your hearing's better than mine." "What, your Perceive can't hear anything?" "No. Only physical objects, not...

There was no reaction. Additionally, Mewtwo's skin did not have any 'give' that Rocky could push through. The body was solid. Any place that Rocky tried to make contact with the body, however, made his ectoplasmic fingers sizzle and partially evaporate, losing its form, like there was still a...

"It helps immensely," he replied easily, and that seemed to put a little bit of light back in his aura. "I would... certainly have not gotten so far with myself had it not been for Joule, Maple, and all the others. I do owe them my life. And even when we fail... we've had so many successes. Our...

Owen winced, glancing at Wishkeeper. His head looked fuzzy, like he was having trouble maintaining his form. "I'll be honest," Owen said. "Something about Darkwhite is always really hard for me to read, and it's like these apparitions are only half-there. I can't make out anything specific...

"We've tried before," Shield muttered, "but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try again. Sword! Can you hear me?" The apparition giggled, hands only barely covering her oversized mouth, as she sank into the wall. Her eyes and smile lingered longer than the rest of her body, even as it had completely...

Truffle relaxed a little, and replacing that initial ire was what might have been waves of shame. Now wholly unfocused on his cooking, he didn't realize Leg had approached from behind and pressed against his talons. "Ah--Leg." The Mimikyu didn't let go. Truffle deflated more, held his breath...

<><><> "Still nothing." A small team had been sent to various parts of Cibus to investigate whether it had any adverse effects--well, more adverse than usual--from the Sword sightings. Shield, of course, spearheaded these efforts, and had been going nearly nonstop on missions to investigate...

"No," Truffle snapped, giving Luz a pointed look that briefly displayed his Ghostly nature. Spectral darkness flared just beneath his feathers like a raging river. He quickly quashed it away, staring downward again. Leg, nervous, seemed to be peeking out from her room's darkness. "I'm... sorry...

"...No," Truffle said darkly. "I do not want that. I do not want to see myself... another me, living happily with my family who happened to work things out. I... do not know what I would do. I do not. I do not..." It seemed that there was no real coat other than leaving their home behind. And...

"Ah." This was subdued and the light briefly left his eyes. He looked at the oven. "Yes. It is as they say. No member of our team has a happy reason for being here."

Truffle shook his head. "Potluck is... by his nature, that way, and perhaps even by necessity. He qualifies as feral, and his kind have two modes. Standby and... combat. Combat happens when under stress, and he becomes a very different person. Frighteningly so. We have a helmet that keeps him...

"I don't," Giovanni said, and he likely only said so because that was easy to verify with Diyem. "It was simply... easy to trace where he was, after your team communicated with him so readily." He gestured for Starr to leave. "If you want to confirm with your leader, go ahead. And good luck...

"Ah, that could help," Truffle said, gesturing to some untouched apples that needed slicing, but then he raised a wing with an amused glint. "But I'm quite dexterous myself, you know. Comes with the species." He bent his finger-like feathers, which glimmered with dark, spectral energy. Truffle...

Leg's room was filled with that usual, spectral darkness like before. Truffle was in the main room, working on something slow-cooking in the oven, perhaps a side dish meant to be sliced and diced. "Ah, hello, Luz," greeted the Radiant fighter. "I thought I heard talking outside. How are you doing?"