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"Perfect!" And, without warning, Buffet reached forward and plucked Saltriv off the ground with frightening ease, flinging the entire Bayleef into the air and onto his back before rocketing into the sky. In mere seconds, Destiny Village's entire perimeter was visible to Saltriv from all...

It seemed that Blacklight Mewtwo's strength hadn't changed much since the last time they had interacted with him. Though, curiously enough, it also didn't look like there had been any harm done to it, either. Had it healed up over time? No breathing, no pulse. Anything that one could expect to...

There was another glint in his eyes, but then it seemed to dim with a mild sense of confusion. But that went away next, and he tilted his head for a smirk. Boisterous, almost. "And it seems that you have succeeded. You have stopped me. Joule is no longer in my control. Darkwhite is... well. I'm...

Potluck had been getting more and more agitated, but Cabot's proposal ended up being a good distraction. "O-okay. I'll do what I can, I guess... wh--who do you want to hear about first? Um... I'll start with Maple. She's really nice, and she's the one who's been here the longest, except for me...

"I'm not sure. Perhaps your world is just different!" Buffet nodded. "As for using the Worldcore... asking for wishes there is a very difficult thing. It really strained itself with Pine a few decades ago. I'm not really sure if we'd be able to do something like that again for now! But Arceus...

"You haven't heard? It's been all over the news outlets!" Buffet nodded. "Dungeons all over the world have been having phantasms of Charmander appearing inside, all with the same description. Hollow or empty faces, disappearing and reappearing... But most of all, a dark, big smile that goes past...

"I'm... not sure," Buffet said. "It must be part of that... strange curse flowing around Dungeons and here and there in normal areas." He sighed. "It's been very strange, really... But also fun! In an odd way..." He giggled.

So distracted by homesickness, Saltriv didn't quite notice another distracted traveler in the streets of Destiny Village. Buffet, the Hydreigon and Voice of Life, drifted just over Saltriv as their leaf and head bumped into the flying dragon's belly. "Ah!" Buffet yipped and pumped his wings...

He continued to scrape at the table, looking more and more uncomfortable at the prospect of his teammates becoming forced into some kind of servitude toward Giovanni--for any reason. Was that really how it was going to go? Was that... why the team had been going through so much trouble? "I...

Potluck's talons scraped against the table, leaving visible etchings. "N-no," he said. "It can't be. They're all too nice to be like that. They wouldn't... betray us. We've worked together for so long!" The table cracked near his front legs.

And then, they made their way into the between chamber, a short, sterile room that seemed to vacuum itself shut when they entered, and then released with a soft hiss as the other door opened. It seemed like perhaps even Poffin would struggle to so much as leave a dent in these walls... The...

Giovanni tapped his chin, like he was considering answering that, or perhaps, more likely, what he would ask for in return. "I did say only the first piece of information would be free," he said. "Why don't you tell me about yourself next? For example... the reason you seem to be so interested...

There was that glint in his eyes again, and Giovanni took a step back with his arms behind him. His tail flicked to the left. "One of them," said Giovanni, "is not who they say they are. One of your precious allies... has been dead for quite a while. To die so easily... they were weak. But at...

"We, um, didn't want to get too close to do those tests. Or cut him open. We tried to get Cream to take a look at his insides with her see-through vision, but she said she couldn't really tell what was going on with it. Like it was obscured. Then I asked Owen to take a look and he said the same...

"Don't trust the cameras," Giovanni repeated. "In other words, you don't know who at least one spy is. I know which one wiped that footage, of course." He shrugged, then smirked, whether or not Starr was looking. It was audible in his voice. Cocky, confident, something between the two. He had no...

The Mewtwo watched her, looking half-curious. Just enough that, when the book was passed into the slot on the far end of the cell, exchanged securely with the other, that he paused to study the Incineroar instead for a good few seconds. But then, with a few clicks and clunks, the book fell into...

"Well, um." Chip buzzed nervously. "If you go in there, you'll be subject to the same seals. A-and you also won't be able to escape if that thing becomes active. Is that something you want to risk? M-maybe we can get Maple, or something, or..." All the while, Blacklight Mewtwo made no...

Tap tap tap. The Mewtwo was at the edge of his holding cell--which was a set of metal bars that glowed dimly with that same Protect insulation as before--in addition to a clear, energized wall of something of the same kind of energy. Giovanni had no hope of escaping unless those went down, and...

"Oh, Nate! Hey!" Chip bobbed his way to them and waved one of his appendages their way. "I'm not allowed to do anything with that guy, but he's in one of the far rooms in a sealing chamber. Not really sure what you can do with the guy right now, but he's totally unresponsive to just about...

Owen smiled a little more, then turned to face the doll once Brisa was on her way out. He rubbed his cheek, sniffing a little more until his tears evaporated into a hot mist in the cool air. A wave of embarrassment hit him just then and his wings drooped. If there was anybody who would...