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"You're damn right it's not real," Soda said with a growl, looking between the team. "Ngh. We'd have strength in numbers against whatever threat there might be, but you guys are letting your inner demons run amok! Collect yourselves or we're turning around!" "It's not like they can help it,"...

"No," Pidgey replied. Then, he motioned to one of the other buildings, where there were a few Pokemon walking along the side of the wall despite there being another pair sitting on the opposite wall, nuzzling each other like youthful lovers. "There are Charmander who appear in random homes...

S'more could be one of the spies...? I've never seen him behave oddly, even with my Perceive. It's possible that he is an unwitting spy, somehow. How can we be careful about him? We'll... watch for now? Yes. We have the Worldcore to focus on for now. Afterward, let's regroup. The fact that we...

"They either won't work," Pecha said, "will help us escape... or trap us in a completely different plane of reality." She winced, looking away. "That happened to us once. It took a while to figure out how to escape. Let's not risk it." The tunnel was wide and yet it was hard to truly describe...

At around the same time, Nate and Dave both detected something coming from further east, and then a little north. Tracks of battle from a Mewtwo... or perhaps two of them. The faintest remnant of Blacklight energy. Yes. They were here. And they were here for a while, further in. Something...

With senses as tuned as Araun's, he would find that Darkwhite's scent was vaguely here, too, as a lingering but constant presence no matter which way they looked. "Yup! They're really fun! I once got stuck in a falling loop, though, and Maple had to figure out how to get me out of it by...

"You don't even deserve to be in my head after what you did," Soda said with a low snarl. The foreign deity stared him down further. There was no telling if it was saying something for only Soda to hear, or if Soda was using his very illusions to shut it up, or if it really was saying nothing...

"Don't lose it," Soda said to Shiron. "They aren't real. This is all in your head. Your parents, your whatever, they're all far and away from Cibus, got it? The Dungeon is just feeding off of your thoughts." "Like that?" Shield asked, gesturing forward with a more braced stance. "Can it also...

"Well, there are a few entertainment districts," Giratina said. "Maybe we can start there and speak with the residents if they happened to see anything strange?" "What... does strange mean here?" Cal asked, frowning. In an effort to try to cover more ground between the Reverse World and Cibus...

"Yes, we can tell," Bluk said, turning to point toward the Worldcore. "...It's extremely messed up, to put it to technical terms." Owen squinted. "Are you sure that's technical?" "Do you have a better term? Look at it! The stars are all misaligned! It's radiating a sense of dread! I know...

The Blacklight trail had faded almost entirely. There wasn't much hope in getting anything back there until, perhaps, they went further inside. Shield led the way and Soda followed behind, not quite hiding his snarl at the forest just ahead of them. When they passed through, the ominous feeling...

<><><> "Ahhh, home sweet home..." Giratina, the central head of the fused trio, looked around fondly while Dialga and Palkia exchanged wary glances with one another, looking past their sister. "I hope we don't frighten the city folk too much," Dialga said, looking at one of the sideways...

"I dunno why I got signed up to come to this damn place again," Soda muttered. "What was it? Experience? That I'd been through it the first time? This is bullshit." "Could have been worse," Shield said, arms crossed. "I don't want to know what the Worldcore would have in store for us. That's...

Considered to be one of the great centers of this world's balance, the Worldcore was considered to be one of the most sacred lands in the world, rivaling that of the Tree of Life and the Hidden Land. Similarly, they were considered to be deeply tied to Dungeon forces that had plagued the land...

Truffle said nothing and tried to make like he was inspecting the oven again. Leg had pulled from somewhere a stuffed heart plush, which was no help. "I-in any case, why don't we get that treat finished?"

"W-well, that is to say..." He turned around, clearing his throat a bit, and then hooted slightly. "I, well I suppose you could say she was pleasant to talk to..."

"I have it logged down and I sent it to Maple," Shield said. "I don't think there's anything else we can get here after all this sitting. Cal, help me carry Owen--let's head back." He nodded to Cynthian. "I think we're done for now. Nothing on Sword... but at least this isn't returning home...

"I'll need time. I don't know the language, but hopefully it's the same letters when I... yes, I think it is. Hang on..." More time passed. Cal helped Owen get to a spot by the wall to recover. No matter what this uncovered, it didn't look like Owen was going to be able to do any more...

Owen nodded, breaking his focus to look the symbols over, and then continued his search. It lasted for several minutes, punctuated by the occasional giggle or echo of Darkwhite far off in the caverns. Owen occasionally thought he'd found something, only for it to result in them just being...

"It's been far too long to find energy traces," Shield said. "Unless it was from an extraordinary blast, they would not have lasted longer than a day. And even then, you also fought Thyme and Pepper here. It would have been washed away there. Not to mention their swamp attack, which might have...