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Knock knock. The door slid open, revealing Wishkeeper holding Owen. Brisa and Starr were probably recovering somewhere else, or off doing their own thing, but Owen had been quite fatigued from the fight, and was still riding off that battle high. There was a slight smile on his face, even...

Deep underground, a hi-tech elevator beneath the Destiny Village guild led to a heavily fortified underground training facility. It was a known secret, and had in fact been designed as a secret bunker in case something catastrophic happened (unfortunately, Joule's attack was too strong even for...

Incineroar finally uncovered his eyes from his arm, squinting. "They... knocked each other out! Their duel had ended in a draw!" Owen stumbled over to Brisa checking if she was still conscious, but they'd both gone down with extremely relatable, satisfied smiles. Perhaps not on their faces, but...

Nidoking snarled. "You will never be Lugia," he said, squeezing his necklace tighter. "How dare you mock Her appearance." He gestured toward the exit. "No. I don't think you need to eat at this establishment." He thumped his tail again. "Dark Matter ruined my life years ago and I'm not going to...

Nidoking stared for a while longer, then grunted. "And why exactly do you need them? You don't need to eat. Why don't you go back to that Guild of yours and get food there?" He crossed his arms. "You may have everyone else fooled... but I know a false Lugia when I see one." He tapped at the...

Cal squinted, which was done by flattening her embers. "How did you even do that? I want to do that! Do it again! I bet I can do it, too!" She balled up her fist and wound her arm back, but her technique was all off. "When I snatch one of Owen's books I can hide in the cracks of the wall and he...

"You haven't even gotten INTO A fight!" Cal shouted back. She bit off Puddle's arm, stared at it, and then smooshed it back on. "I bet you can't even throw a decent punch with those dumb noodleblob arms!"

And to that, the light flickered, brightened, and then manifested the deity that Dave had called for. Pop emerged and looked down, having to lean forward a little to get to a proper speaking height... though he seemed to be making an effort to not look intimidating. "Yes, my child? To what do I...

"Nu-uh, Owen's smart but he's dumb! That's just how he is, and it makes perfect sense." Cal shook her head, then pointed at Puddle. "Oh yeah? I bet well, I bet I could beat YOU up!"

There was not a reply this time, perhaps because Arceus had not heard him, or because Dave had not specifically called for him. The light, however, remained, and based on how others had come and gone in the past, perhaps Dave would have to go through as well, or call out to him.

"Are you kidding? Owen's totally the brains of the operation with Brisa! I bet she'd... like, I dunno, I bet she'd just attack Starr nonstop with her strongest attacks if Owen didn't strategize and rehearse stuff! He's smart AND strong AND dumb!" Cal puffed out her chest. "Besides, Owen's got a...

"Welcome to Poppy's Poffins, how can--oh." The shopkeeper was a Nidoking with a necklace that gleamed silver. It seemed to have an emblem of a silver feather at the center. "You. You're with those Dark Emissaries. Pretty hard to miss." He scowled, tail thumping behind him just once. "What're...

Arceus stared at the drawing, though his expression was hard to read. Without a mouth or nose it was generally difficult. "Thank you," he finally said, and the paper floated behind him. "I will keep this with me... and I will remember what I am fighting for. In the end, the ideal situation is...

Are you speaking of when you had been sent to Cibus? No. I lost track. You were among the last ones sent over, and I didn't have time to warn the others about your arrival. The others I had misifred seemed to have returned to their proper worlds. For better or worse, you did not.

"Smarter? Please! She couldn't puzzle her way out of a paper bag!" By now, Cal was snarling at Puddle, pressing her head against it. It seemed that their amorphous projections could at least keep from mixing together.

"Oh yeah, well--Owen's older than Vix and she's a ghost! So how about that, huh?!" Cal puffed up her chest and tried to look big. It wasn't working.

Wishkeeper let out a low, ethereal hiss at Starr once they were up close, the blow easily blocked, but the follow-through knocked him back. Owen, finally back on his feet, conjured two Dragon Pulses over his head, each one glowing ominously within their Shadowy spheres. Guess this is it, Owen...

"Hmph. There's nothing heroic about a sacrifice," Arceus said. "There are so many things that I'd rather do than sacrifice myself, and I am looking for any other option... I may seem informal to some, but I'm putting my serious hat on tonight." Arceus turned around. "Don't worry about me, Rocky...

"Oh yeah? Alright. Watch this." Cal closed her eyes such that her ember eyes dimmed, like she was working on telepathy. "Hey, Owen? Can you hear me? Puddle says that Vix can fuck your shit up. You gonna take that?"

Arceus looked surprised at first, but then let out a single, dry laugh. "I won't be going anywhere," Pop said, tapping his hoof on the ground. "I know how much I am needed. That is why I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that I will not go away. Unfortunately... my plan is vulnerable...