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A long sigh followed, and Diyem let the silence fill the void. He seemed to shake his head from under the covers. "I know how you see me. I know how the team sees me. I can sense all of their negativity or the absence of it when thinking of me. Owen continues to be an insufferable bastion of...

"I am LITERALLY everything wrong with the world I came from. I may be a person now but I always will be someone spawned of darkness, and my powers will forever damn me to that fate." The blankets shuffled again, angrier this time, like he was sitting up, or at least rising higher. "The only...

"No," Diyem replied with an annoyed growl that sounded a little higher pitched than it should have been. "Because there is a difference between being Dark Matter and defeating the enemies that appear, and being Dark Matter and attacking the Tree of Life... again."

"What she will do when she finds out..." Diyem shuddered under the blankets, as if he actually had a body now. "...I do not want to find out. She will turn me into an ethereal salad." More silence, though it seemed that Diyem had a little energy compared to before. Maybe company was helpful if...

"...No." Diyem shifted under the blankets again. "Only that we absolutely cannot tell Maple. We know her traumas. We cannot tell Arceus. The crisis of my parallel is too recent in the god's memory. This will be... our ultimate deception toward them, if we want any hope in taking Eternatus down...

"We will need to be delicate about this," Diyem said. "If the people of Cibus find out... there will be hell to pay. We cannot tell them or it would go about completely wrong. They wouldn't... understand. But, Eternatus..." Diyem quieted down, like he was worried someone else might hear him...

"Well, that's kind of the point," Owen said, placing his hands on his knees. "Shadows are sometimes, you know, your inner thoughts without that part of you that tries to keep it inside. Wishkeeper is a lot like my old self from, uh, a long time ago. Kind of. But yours... I don't know. Do you...

And to this, Diyem hesitated. There was something there to someone as perceptive as Brisa that perhaps others had also noticed. Could Owen have, too, or did his Perceive not extend to expressionless balls of Shadow energy? "Giovanni is using some kind of energy related to Eternatus," he said...

"Hmm..." Diyem seemed to sigh, or at least make something akin to one. "I have been watching the actions of what you have been doing even while I was imprisoned. And while I was not able to reach out to you, I saw flashes of what you were trying to reach out to me over. And of what I have...

A pause followed, perhaps because the ball of negativity was considering her words, or perhaps because he was still very tired. Despite this, though, he responded well. "Discussion is something I will accept," he replied simply. "About what? Owen is already filling me in on the strategy you are...

"Hrrnnn." That was probably the best answer Brisa was going to get, but it wasn't an outright rejection, and the door slid open. Diyem was alone on a soft bed stuffed with cotton and probably some other foam, meant to accommodate terrestrial Pokemon. There was a sheet on the bed, which shrouded...

"Hmhm..." Maple suppressed that laugh, even as she tilted her fur-hat down. "I see. Yes, I do have them, don't I?" She walked away from the tower. "I need to remember that more often." Down the path, beyond Chip's lab, and toward Destiny Village she went. "Thank you, Cynthian," she said. "I'm...

Maple's gaze had abruptly snapped to Cynthian when he mentioned his mother. "Oh... So that is why you hated him." She said it softly, perhaps only to herself. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. For someone to lose their mother at such a young age... To them, a mother can be your whole world...

In response, the Smeargle flashed a little grin, and it looked at least slightly sincere. "...I have to," she replied, looking up at the great, dark ball in the sky. "After all..." She was quiet, considering something. Then, perhaps taking a page from the team's incessant optimism, she said...

During Dave's talk to himself, Owen had closed his book--sure to mark here he'd stopped--and sat up. Wishkeeper, too, watched, his focus more on the Shadow than the others. "That Shadow is you, just like Wishkeeper is me, you know," Owen said, though he decided not to go further. Mia was...

"Still not getting along with your Shadow?" Owen asked with a frown, his flame dimming a little. As if because he had been indirectly mentioned, the wraith Charizard emerged, just his head and neck, from behind Owen to peer over the Charmeleon's shoulder. "I, um. You've kinda been like this a...

"Hey," Owen greeted, belly-down on his bed with his legs kicking the air while he read through what appeared to be literature on ranged combat. He'd been reading through that one ever since the apocalypse had started. His flame was its usual orange glow, so he was probably not very troubled by...

Owen winced. "I guess, in a way, that's one thing you have in common with us, huh? Still need to look out for the head..." He stood up, seeing that others were beginning to shuffle out. "Thank you, everyone, for gathering," Maple said. "I think we have a decent plan going forward. It's now the...

Announcing here as well: To all active players, I am looking for volunteers for something to do with this incoming fight. I would prefer at least three. Do not state here whether or not you are volunteering. I will not explain what it is publicly. However, It will significantly inconvenience...

Owen had come in some time in the middle of the meeting, but with an acknowledged nod from Maple, he seemed confident that his notes had at least helped. He sat by quietly and listened in. "Yes. Joule will most likely send back whatever you give him in terms of things to tarnish his fighting...