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[Rot > Team Spectrum ]: Yes, they are in the Voidlands. [Soda > Team Spectrum]: are you serious [Rot > Team Spectrum ]: I am, yes. Also, this is Diyem. S'more insisted I get one of these badges. [Soda > Team Spectrum]: no i know thats why i asked really. wtf is that name [Rot > Team Spectrum...

Cal leaned over Luz's phone, seeing that Maple was typing up a response already. And what came next... She practically melted with a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite place. "What the fuck," she finally said, her whole body losing definition. "He's... he's still... r-right as I was...

[Maple > Team Spectrum]: Those under Diyem's power go to the Voidlands when they perish. Your friends are no different. He is building up power to bring them back.

Owen hissed at the darkness that struck the ground by him, hopping back on reflex. Nip was therefore too far away to pursue, but that it mattered. His eyes did not dart in any particular direction; he no longer needed to, after all. Even Wishkeeper, who had stuck his head back onto his...

"Yeah, two things. Guess I'll just end your boo-hoo stuff early since maybe you'll appreciate it: They're fine. They're just in Hell. Diyem's, to be specific. And, uhh, second thing, because of that, they're probably not gonna be at Spirit's Edge." Cal froze. "Well, anyway, see ya. I'm...

Purchasing Second Ascent for Owen, but also holding any stat purchases until I can afford to finalize some Leg Day matters. Talents: Defense, resistance Weakness: Magic, Attack Blacklight Boost and other changes: TBD. Everything before has been logged.

"Right..." Cal hadn't looked at it from that angle before. Was that... what Owen had wanted from her all along? Maybe that was why... Maybe he was trying to give her a choice instead of forcing her into one identity or the other. Well, maybe she wanted to be like... Well. That didn't matter...

"...Very well." It took some time, almost like a ritual in and of itself. The room seemed to darken as Diyem guided Icetales to sit in a certain spot, to wait a certain amount of time, to clear his thoughts and replace them with others. A gentle tugging within his forehead suggested that Diyem...

The light disappeared after the shape within grew substantially. Certainly nowhere near the size of Wishkeeper, but still a large Charizard that had been expected. He was a little slimmer, and his horns cured upward a little into fine points. Owen stood upright, staring blankly skyward. His...

"Hrmm." Diyem studied Icetales and did not see anything that he was saying to be incorrect. But it was still, of course, a risk. He wasn't sure if being predisposed to Shadows was a boon or a bane when it came to entering his Voidlands, but perhaps the familiarity could help. "I don't want to...

"It is roughly the same amount of time," Diyem replied, looking Icetales over. "...But it seems that you won't be very satisfied with just that answer, hm? I can see it in the way you are behaving. Impatience. You... wish to see them." He shook his head. "Delving into the Voidlands voluntarily...

"Yes, I can," Diyem replied, nodding. "In fact, I have been making an effort to do that regularly to try to keep them sane. The Voidlands can have an effect on the mind and spirit, and it would not be very convenient if they fell there. But they are there, and I am working to gather strength for...

There was a brief flash of self-awareness. Owen blinked, and his smile wavered, and he looked toward Wishkeeper's body again. Realization washed over him, but then he winced and looked like he was trying to hold back a pounding headache. "Please," Owen said, and at first it was hard to tell who...

"Mmh. Hello, Icetales." Diyem sat up from his bed, looking larger than before, but still certainly a below-average Charmander in size. "Did you need something? I should... be fine enough for now." His flame was black as ever and at a decent size, too. The blankets were either flame-proof, or the...

"I don't even know who I'm supposed to be!" Cal said, snapping--it wasn't at Luz, but perhaps the sky and the heavens. "Who am I?! I'm... based on memories of someone but who am I supposed to be? Is that... why Owen called me Cal? So I don't have to be in some memory's shadow, I don' get it! And...

"Yep. But I guess over time I lost myself, regained myself, and now I hang around to help other Void Shadows through the same thing. A lot of them are this way because they don't want to be who they used to be... which is kind of complicated."

"My name is... I--I'm sorry, but my name is Cal." She looked down. "He calls me Cal, and... I don't know. It makes sense for a Cibus name, I guess, but that's not what my name is... s-supposed to be. Every Ultra Shade is based off of someone or something from their host, right? W-well... yeah...

The Charmeleon stood there for a while longer, gaze aimless but vaguely toward where Wishkeeper stood. Vix's attacks did little against his body, which remained standing upright even then. The legs buckled and it slumped over, Shadows oozing from the upper shoulders. Slowly, Owen turned his...

"Well, some are sort of extensions of his being, sure, but Diyem also kind of... took on a bunch of lost souls, too." Garro's eternal grin widened, and he turned his gaze down the road where a few shapeless blobs moved across the streets. "It's kind of a long story, but you could say that a lot...

"You really think so?" Cal asked, trembling no matter how small she tried to make herself. "Diyem said... if they died, they'd go home, or something, a-and then when they did, they'd... forget what happened here. They'd just forget. Me, you, everyone, just... a-and I'd be left behind. And now it...