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And yet, once again, it didn't look like Eien was going to reply to Bahamut. Perhaps she was still too deep into focusing... or perhaps was sleeping? It was hard to tell. Xerneas continued to stare. Diyem held his ground, flexing his claws. "Nothing?" Diyem said. "...When you drew from the...

Joule paused, looking behind. "Well," he said, but then paused. "...Hm. That is quite awkward, isn't it?" An uncomfortable silence followed that was only punctuated by the heavy steps of Groudon wandering around the isle. "I don't really know how to answer that right now," he replied. "But I'm...

"I hope you can find that one day," Cream said, tilting her head. "There you are." Cream twitched her ear and glanced back. "Oh, Puff!" The Cinderace jogged over to them and hopped to a stop next to her, holding up a small paper bag that smelled of an even mixture of berries and meats. "Got...

Cream did seem to shift uncomfortably, but she nodded. "I suppose it's a different story for me, what with being on a completely different continent... I'm sorry that things are so complicated with your clan, though. I was... lucky, I suppose, by comparison. I may not be able to relate to them...

She smiled genuinely at that one, like it was a relief, and she added, "My old tribe told me the same thing... but I feel like you can relate to it a little more. For them, I think they were only being... polite." She put a paw over her mouth. "I try to tell them stories about here, but I think...

Cream sighed, wistful. "It's strange, really. You lived in a town, I grew up nomadic, and yet we both wanted to explore beyond what we had. How strange!" She laughed again, but this one seemed more subdued and contemplative. "We both wanted to see the part of the world where we hadn't been...

Diyem stumbled forward and growled at Bahamut, then approached Xerneas. "Yes, hello," he greeted. "What do you want?" Xerneas leaned down--towering over Diyem--and the Charmeleon refused to back down. But the way his black flame was crackling, he was definitely ready for anything hostile...

"Well, they're nomadic. They travel from place to place as the seasons become favorable, and they've lived that way for generations. There's nothing really wrong with it if that's how they prefer things, but, ahh, well..." She waved her notebook, which she always had on her. "I was too curious...

Cream laughed a little at that. "Ahh... Yeah. I felt similarly, really. I was never really one for fighting, so I can't really relate to that sort of... comparison. But even so, I feel that all my time in Destiny Village has left me wondering that, too, in a way. If the tribe back home would...

"I was!" Cream nodded, "If you have the time, of course. You've all been so busy with... well, saving the world, it's understandable that our interview assignments to seek you all out have been going slower than expected. Though, if we can arrange a time, that would be great." Cream looked...

"Um... er, excuse me. Brisa?" It was a kind voice with the hint of an electrical growl that Brisa would likely feel an immediate kinship toward. Another Luxray--though this one seemed to look more Cibusean than Brisa. Her eyes, though, seemed a lot softer. "Er, sorry to bother you," she...

The usual congratulations came and went, and Leg beamed weakly at Brisa when she approached, then briefly at Cabot. She seemed pleased, even if she lost. It stung--or maybe that was the electricity--but it still let her go all-out. She hadn't been able to do that in such a long time... Truffle...

"...Wiki... yes." Joule nodded. "Yes, I do remember going by that name, very briefly. Ah... Interesting. It's all coming back to me, now. Er, all... three or so months of it, at least..." Groudon rumbled over to them. "Does that mean I can go home now?" he asked, his voice shaking the very...

"Do you think we have enough information with all this in mind?" Cal asked Giratina. "Possibly," Giratina hummed. "But... the more the merrier! Let's return home and compare notes." "We will grant you as much support as we can," S'more said. "Not just for Shield, or Sword, but for all of...

"...A little better," Joule admitted, tapping his chest thoughtfully. "Mm... Yes. Shades... I understand completely, now. Shades are fragments of me... Fascinating. Much like Bean, or Cola and Arceus--goodness, we've had a lot of that lately, haven't we?" He rose a little higher. "Perhaps I...

"I do not think you understand the amount of dread I am feeling right now," Diyem said, stone-faced, as he walked in front of Bahamut. "We'll be here to keep you safe," Owen assured him. "Er, right? Xerneas doesn't seem all that strong, right?" He whispered to Bahamut, noticing that Xerneas was...

Joule nervously watched as it disappeared, and then his whole body seemed to rattle with a weak shudder. Then... Joule chirped, coughed, and said, "Ah--excuse me. Don't know what came over me just then..." He pat where the Shade had been. No mark. He squeezed his claws. Hummed. Joule looked a...

"I think that's everything we can do," Cal said, frowning. "Think we should go back and let everyone know what we found? Between all of this, I think we're gonna get a pretty good picture of what's happening with the Worldcore..." Giratina nodded. "I can take us out of here," she said. "I...

Rrrgh... Fine. I'm in the main lobby right now. I'll be there soon. Should I also come to do some extra sleuthing? Owen asked.

...What. Listen. Just because I am an entity of darkness within the hearts of all does not mean I am interested in being inside any Pokemon I meet. Nor the other way around. Keep that thing away from me. Wait, I thought Xerneas hated Diyem? Owen asked. He's clearly not himself. To what...