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"Well yeah, but just because someone knows you have a disguise doesn't mean they know what it's hiding," Potluck said. "...But I think it's pretty!"

"...Uh. Hi, Mellow," Owen greeted, tilting his head. She certainly was hard at work restocking supplies. Zinc happily went along with Mellow to organize the new supplies.

"Hmm..." Potluck considered this. "Well, Maple might be able to. She must still be self-conscious about her body or something. Or maybe she doesn't know if Joule can handle it yet? She's really nervous about him right now. He hasn't been like this in a long time."

"Every time people look, she disappears. But I can still sense her. It's so strong, I--But I can still 'see' her. She's toying with me, I know it, she--" His voice hitched and he pointed ahead. Karat and Deoxys both turned their heads. Nothing was there... but then, something made a buzzing...

"I bet Joule would pay top poke for that," Potluck said. "Right now he's being good friends with Groudon, though. I dunno how long it'll take to recover... He might have the energy to relax in the sun for a while soon, though."

"Oh, that's okay," Potluck said, nodding. "If Maple needs to make up for the tab, I think she can regrow a forest or something for compensation. There was one time when Flesh ate an entire shop's inventory and building, and we found a way to pay that back."

"Well, you never had to battle a Voice of Light before. Who knows!" That cheer refused to go away. He nipped at the gummis with strange automatic ease.

"Well... if that's the case..." Potluck pecked the ground. "One day, we'll try to find you, and kill you!" His fishtail wagged again. "If you're immortal, you have a lot of time for us to find you!"

S'more's countenance switched instantly, from casual to grave, and he nodded. "Of course," he said. "There are a few things that, surprisingly, we can narrow down the actions of at least one spy, and we know for sure that there is at least one." "Because there's no way they could have pulled...

"Living in the moment," S'more replied with a simple nod. "And for us, a 'moment' can mean quite a long time, but the philosophy is the same. Ancient memories... they can weigh you down if you don't pick and choose the ones to cherish. And while we are gifted with minds that can whether eras, it...

"Ahhh." And to this, it seemed that Cal, too, had started paying attention. Owen's eyes had a more somber look to them, and he pulled Cal a little closer, wrapping a wing around her shoulder. "Yes. When you live a long time, you become used to and prepared for goodbyes. Mortal friendships are...

"Mew, by technicality," S'more said automatically, nodding. "We were close at a time, drifted apart, and, well, then there was the whole reincarnation bit... She remembers me in fragments, but by now we'd drifted so apart that it's more like we're friends anew rather than of old." S'more hummed...

"How?" S'more asked. "Goodness, that's quite the question. How did I become the right-hand 'mon of Arceus?" He tapped his chin. "...Well. That was quite a long, long time ago, you see. But simply put, we developed a partnership after building and watching the world together. I was among the...

Junk from his past. That was a good way to put it. He was like a hoarder at this point. Owen wondered how Rhys was doing. "Yeah." Owen ran a claw along the back of his head, feeling his horns. "But unlike everyone else, I don't think my Shadow was the biggest issue. Turns out, fully evolving...

"It doesn't work if you don't mean it," Diyem grumbled again. He'd said it so many times by now. All this love and affection and care was making him sick. Or maybe that was another loose soul ready to eject out of his gut. Cal approached Owen with odd caution, looking him up and down, trying to...

"Ah, a fine time to meet as any," S'more replied back, reaching up to shake Luz's paw. "Oh, thanks," Owen said, grinning brightly. Somehow it suited him better than all his other forms. "Mmph," replied Diyem, who curled up further beneath the covers. His tail, with its usual black flame, poked...

"Alright, open wiiiide?" Zinc instructed. "Aaaaaaah?" Owen inquired while Zinc stuck a mirror just under Owen's upper teeth, then along the inside of his cheek. "All right, good. Now, follow this with just your eyes, don't move your head..." Not all of Team Spectrum had volunteered to be...

"Charmander," Shield said immediately. "I'd recognize that flame anywhere." And that meant they both happened to see a Charmander. Two Charmander, in Nate's case, but perhaps that was some Mew trickery again? "It was Sword," he said firmly, and his expression had suddenly become serious...

"At the same time that you guys reported that Soda had seen Sword, or that you guys all saw her," Shield explained, "I... was chasing her around in the pine forest. I practically grabbed Mellow before I realized that wasn't Sword, but I know I sensed Sword's aura. How was she in both places at...

"And they made it out," Potluck said. "And the people of this world made it out of their Voidlands once, too." He nodded, his beak practically tapping on the dirt. "So... maybe there's still a chance!"