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"No, I didn't sense anything on this side, but your vitals shot up for a little bit, kind of like you were watching a scary movie," Chip remarked. "Are you guys okay?" As usual, Blacklight Mewtwo didn't move. It was probably unwise to touch the body.

Giovanni shrugged, and Dave would find that his nervousness was starting to fade a little. Why was more difficult to tell. "I don't believe I need to guarantee anything until I am freed," Giovanni said. "After all, it is my one bargaining chip to getting out of this cell earlier. Which would be...

"Huh? Oh, um..." Potluck looked down at his mostly-finished food. "I guess umm... maybe some running around Destiny Village to work off some of what I ate. That's all I can think of." He shook his head. "I could go for doing that right now, actually..."

Buffet smiled a little at that, though he still did pull away, trying to resist the urge to send Saltriv on another flight through the skies. "Thank you, Saltriv. I'm sure Arceus can help... Uhuhu--ah, oh dear..." After lingering for a while, Buffet flew toward Destiny Tower, keeping focus to...

"Um..." Potluck still didn't seem to understand Cabot's line of questioning, and it seemed to be making him uncomfortable again. "I guess he's been spending more time with Leg lately. She's been really stressed ever since the Joule fight and, um, a lot of you got killed for a little while. Ever...

"What?" Buffet seemed just as alarmed, spinning around several times to try to get a look. "I... I've never had something like that! What's going on? I--this body should be a Hydreigon's! Why, I haven't taken on a Charizard Voice form in... goodness, ever!" Buffet fidgeted. "Oh, dear... I don't...

"Not as much..." Potluck sighed. "But that's how it always is for missions with a lot of scouting. Even though Soda spends a lot of time with Flesh, too, I know that he's been away on scouting, too. Leg and I usually do guard duty at home base, which is the Guild for now. And Flesh, too, as...

"Hm? Darkwhite?" Buffet spun around, looking for whatever Saltriv was apparently seeing. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Saltriv." His tail-tip was on fire.

Buffet didn't seem to understand. "I... see. That's too bad..." He rubbed a head against the little, feline ears that had appeared on the top of his main head. "Well... I'm sorry for that. I think I'll go and think about that a little. I suppose I've not been myself lately... Maybe the stress is...

"What do you mean?" Buffet asked, tilting his heads. "I thought it was a great flight! Uhuhu... well... I suppose it was a little energetic, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it if we do it again!" Buffet floated closer to Saltriv again. "I know! How about, this time, we..." Buffet studied Saltriv's...

"Busiest, huh? Probably Truffle and Maple," Potluck said, nodding. "Truffle and Soda are usually the ones who go scouting, but Soda also has to stay at home and make sure Flesh is okay because he gets anxiety in crowds and settlements, and then he stress-eats. And Maple was always looking around...

"Yeah!" Potluck nodded, smiling again. "I guess sometimes they're more busy than usual because this is a really big mission, though... But then again, so am I!"

"Leg and I play a lot," Potluck said. "And sometimes Soda plays cards with me and stuff. And Flesh and I wrestle a lot. Um, Truffle and I also meditate together sometimes. He's really nice... I kind of like everyone..." Potluck shifted his posture. "That's why I don't think any of them could...

Astrid and Nate both would see a similar vision, yet neither would see one another in it. Mewtwo's body felt stiff and similar to, but perhaps an imitation of, flesh. There was a vaguely static sensation to the touch, as if their very spirits were reeling and shrinking away at its presence. And...

"Possibly," Giovanni said. "I was able to reach into whatever world Diyem hid in. It wouldn't be hard to reach further if they got more power... more knowledge. And greater intentions. I expand my empire... slowly. Carefully. In a way that is guarantees success. Others may be... more...

"Humph..." Giovanni's smirk remained despite his apparent disapproval. "I thought you would have known better. I hate the weak. As if I would recruit them as part of my cause if they couldn't pull their weight. No. Knowing who they are... would merely give you a fighting chance. If you remain in...

"I dunno," Potluck replied, and he seemed to be honest. "When you go from world to world so much, all the different calendars and times and days being different lengths, I dunno how old I am or how long we've been together. But it's been for a long, long time... I've seen whole teams change...

It was, as far as Brisa could tell, similar enough to Karat's body that there was nothing of note to discern otherwise. To Dave, there was nothing strange about his scent, though it seemed that, just barely, he seemed to be hiding hints of perspiration. Stress, irritation, impatience, it could...

Buffet twirled in the air and sped toward Saltriv, even faster than his falling speed, with three manic grins on all his faces. Then, he stopped just below Saltriv and banked upward so the Bayleef landed snugly on his back, and then he slowed his fall with rapid, pressing deceleration. In time...

"What was that? I can't hear you over going so fast!" Buffet laughed madly, doing even more loops in the air and subjecting Saltriv to quite a few Gs of force. Then, with a sudden twist, and as his three smiles twisted into devilish grins... And then, Buffet performed a cork-screw in the air...