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Owen headed out next, though not without rubbing his forehead. "Are you okay?" Cal asked. "Yeah... Soda's illusions gave me a headache. That doesn't usually happen. Back home, I just see right through Enet's illusions, so why are Soda's so different?" "Super illusions." "Hers were, too,"...

"Nah, I getcha." Soda leaned back again, flipping through his badge. "Everyone's got something to drink away now and then, I guess. Ain't healthy but who cares." He snorted, then looked Shiron over. "What's got you down?"

"Hell if I know." Soda waved down a waiter and placed an order for Shiron. "So what's gotten you here, anyway? Thought that fight against Charizard number one thousand went pretty well. Unless you're like everyone else and are going all spy-hunting."

Cola's circles twisted in confusion. "You know, it's really odd to see someone like Dark Matter behave the way he does." Zekrom sighed. "I thought something like that would be impossible. And yet here we have living proof that maybe, with some... cosmic interference, it's not a lost cause...

Soda smirked a little, but then said, "Well, how much of a lightweight are you?" He pulled at one of the menus and showed Shiron a few of the drinks. "You seem like the sort who'd be able to work with something like this," he said to the Swampert, revealing what seemed to be a moderately strong...

"Uh." Soda glanced at Shiron, who was gesturing directly at his lap for where to sit, and for a moment Soda thought he'd gone in the wrong bar. But then, realizing the illusion he'd set up, he nodded. "Right, sure. Hang on." He snapped his claws, and the illusion of his location dropped...

As usual, Soda had gone to destress at the bar. At this point he was a regular, ordering the same drink with the same snack and took a table by the far side of the bar. At least he was honest about what table he was sitting in. And after setting an order in, he leaned back in his chair and...

Zekrom nodded. "Knowing your limits is a good thing, too. Even we have limits, no matter how old we are." She drifted left to continue circling around Destiny Village. "I heard about your world. I'm very sorry for the circumstances you've come from." She nodded. "And thank you for lending a hand...

"Well, at least you're honest about it," Zekrom said, and there was practically a sweat drop going down her forehead. "Though, you handle yourself well against the Blacklight if that's really how it goes. That power normally feeds and amplifies those feelings."

Zekrom giggled. "Well, bread is bland because it's meant to go with many things," she explained to Bahamut. "It isn't as if I can be specific with something that drives my whole being."

Zekrom smiled a little. She was probably asked that question a lot. Cola peeked out from within the bag, wondering if she saw him. "Something to strive for," she replied simply.

Zekrom did show a small shift, like she was conflicted about something. A tension. But she was oddly open otherwise, like she would be easy to read for mundane things. "Oh, well, I think I do," Zekrom said. "That was a glitch, and Chip knew about it. He had been using it for other matters... but...

"For work?" Zekrom tilted her head, eyes trailing into the bag where Cola's wispy figure tried to shrink even further. "Well, I'm the head of Destiny Village's ethics commission. It's not very often, but when something truly controversial makes its way up to the top of the system, I'm the one...

"Bahamut!" Zekrom replied in her usual, cheerful tone. "So good to see you! On a leisure flight as well?" Cola shrank down and decided to say nothing. Whether he was considering Bahamut's words or not was a mystery. There was an electrical crackle to a lot of Zekrom's flight patterns, and she...

Cola was curled up around the inert Ultra Stone in silence, huffing. "...It's dumb," he said. "How come he couldn't just make a new god entirely? It haaaad to be himself? Talk about ego." The irony that he was criticizing, technically, himself, was lost on him. Bahamut was not alone in the...

"Anybody spying on S'more would need to be stealthy about it," Owen said. "I'm good at interrogating, but I don't know if stealth is my best in close quarters like the Guild... Plus, we're going to be moving to our new homes soon, right?" He sighed. "Whatever. Just pick someone! Soda, how about...

Soda looked Vix over as if he'd actually been considering the proposal, looking her up and down, evaluating. His claws made subtle gestures as if sizing up what it could do with that waxy body. Then, he shrugged and said, "Well, anyway, what're we planning, then?" "Who's in charge of the...

"You don't think we already did that?" Soda said, frowning. "Karat read everyone's mind, but even Karat isn't perfect. You never know if there's a way to hide stuff from that. Hell, I can. Truffle can. Mind reading is one of those things you gotta train to avoid for powerful foes when you're...

"Mmmhm." Soda crossed his arms, skeptical. "And how do you expect me to do that, again?" he said to Mellow. "I'm not Bean. Send me to one person and I'll make sure I'm on the guy and they won't even know. Assuming Maple doesn't go off and assign me somewhere. But, S'more... now you're talking."...

"Ehh, forget it." Soda shook it off. "I overreacted a little, too. It's whatever. But let me just narrow down your options real quick: I don't think it's Leg or Flesh. I mean, look at them. Flesh is about as stealthy as a tree in the desert, and Leg's barely able to speak. She's easy to read...