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"H-ha, yeah." Owen seemed more apologetic for Cal than for the tournament finals, though. "Worked up a real appetite after healing up from that fight. Too bad Cynthian healed me before I could walk it all off." He shrugged. "I think we really helped boost the city's morale, don't you think? Even...

A wad of darkness flew past Starr's head, narrowly missing her. It flopped onto the ground; upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a... hand. Which occasionally twitched and writhed on the ground. "Cal!" Owen hissed. "Don't toss your body parts at people!" "I needed to get her attention!"...

And to this, he paused. "...Teleported me directly out of the blast the moment I collided?" It sounded like he hadn't considered the possibility. "That would put them in danger, though," he said, which was likely why it hadn't crossed his mind. "If they were close enough to try to Teleport me...

Soda did not reply.

"Unfortunately, I don't really think it will help. Between what Owen and Chip analyzed, that move is extremely powerful, to the point where even the shields of a Protect would not be able to block it. But... I do appreciate the thought."

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: That's the plan we're going for so far. We're doing some battle rehearsals before the fight to try to coordinate some team attacks, too.

"Easily." Soda nodded. "Anyway, you should probably stop talking to the air now. People might think you've finally cracked." And, the next time Cynthian blinked, Soda would have disappeared. A few people in the bar had been giving her confused looks.

"Yup. Power isn't everything." Soda smirked and raised a class to get the attention of one of the waiters. "Yeah, I guess I'm just that awesome. But, oh well. I can't really prove it until you fix him up."

"Duh." Soda looked at Cynthian. "You want my opinion? I think this is all just some big test by Joule again. Wouldn't put it past him to do something this dumb. It's all just a big game." He leaned back. "But even if it isn't a game, Joule's all power and no technique. A pushover. I bet I could...

Soda seemed to raise a brow at that, like he hadn't realized something until just then. "Look, it's not like I don't believe in you or anything. Chances are you're gonna find a way to pull off the crazy stunt, save Joule, save DV, save Cibus, you'll throw a party, arrest Giovanni, and then we...

"Yeah, well, good luck." Soda leaned back, arms behind his head. "I can't really do anything, so I'll cheer you on from the sidelines." He didn't look like he was going to cheer.

Soda didn't seem all that committed. "Yeah," he replied absently. "Whatever. Don't blame you. Team Spectrum folks are all kinds of quirky, so I've come to accept that about you guys." He finished his meal, then looked over at Cynthian again. "Just take it easy I guess. Either we save the world...

"Yeah." Soda took another bite, frowning. "Some people are open about it, and I did talk about it a little with Dave, I guess. But I don't wanna go telling my life story when I'm not drunk. I still kinda regret going over all that."

"Yeah, well, ever consider that maybe I don't like telling 'em?" Soda asked with a scowl. "Besides, if we all die, I don't really think it'll matter all that much, either." Tapping on his glass, he took a bite out of the sandwich he'd ordered. "...Look, none of the stories the God Squad have are...

"Yeah, well, Leg's feral and still growing out of it," Soda said. "Figures you wouldn't get a whole lot outta her. But, y'know, what's there even for me to talk about?" He shrugged, looking over. "I'm just some Zoroark who decided to go along with the rest of them. So what?"

"Main thing I can do is distort what he can do, but at this point even my illusions are getting dispelled by the guy's presence. Don't go relying on me for that." Soda shrugged. "Arceus doesn't have a lot of time to do any fancy tricks. He can only really s tart his work once that time bubble...

"I have a crisis alarm in case there's a spike of deaths," Arceus replied. "I... try to take precautions. But otherwise... I do have that risk. Inaction... is perhaps the greatest thing I can do against them." He nodded solemnly.

Pop nodded. "That is the policy," he said. "I suppose now and then I would assist with small tasks, but... I do not publicize that." He looked ahead. "Mortals should know how to handle themselves on their own. The Legends and I won't be around forever by their side. We often slumber during eras...

Pop gestured to himself. "Your powers are no different. This is a world that has every entity on it as someone who is a little demigod. Pokemon are all gods in their own way, capable of Creation. Of energy, of matter, of power, of desire. Just because a Legend and myself are capable of more of...

"Yeah, sure," Soda said. "Got any bright ideas on stopping a big ball of death? Like, Pop thinks it ain't a planet-buster, but I'm less sure. I think he's understating it so you guys don't go full panic and lose hope." Soda leaned back. "Chances are, if we fail this, Cibus is exploding with...