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"Well--yes. Joule is going to be sent to the Reverse World for this fight, from what I've heard, to help dull that Blacklight power. I'm not sure if they're developing a strategy beyond that, but you can ask the rest of your team on the details." Zekrom hummed. "But the other problem is I don't...

Zekrom's eyes darkened a little. "Chip, what were you referring to?" she asked. "Um! Nothing! Nothing at all! Just, um, talking about random ideas, i-is all I was talking about, h-haha... ha..." Chip seemed to be looking for an escape route. "...If he was talking about the Tree of Life, using...

This was going to be a lot more difficult than he thought. Dave didn't even want to acknowledge it--not in action, at least. Dave and this Shadow were the same person, and logically, Dave acknowledged it. But emotionally... "You can rest," Owen told Dave. "I don't think my story is... that...

Yveltal did not flinch at that, but her pause, her brief stillness, had been enough of a giveaway. "Well," she began, but paused again. "I don't really know. I don't know if that's the same situation. A mortal can make mistakes. A god... every mistake can lead to devastating consequences. We are...

Diyem did not reply immediately, not even a groan or a sigh. "My origins," he began, "may vary from yours, or many others. Even though we are similar in nature, how we came about is not always clear. We are a force of a world where feelings can become tangible forces in the world. Willpower...

"I am..." Yveltal chose her words carefully. "I am not the greatest at keeping up morale or making people feel safe. If I am around I am seen as an omen of death and impending doom. Your tribe is... an outlier in how I am addressed or spoken of. I am a... necessary evil to many." She looked...

"Oh! Of course. Here, let me jot down an address for you; there should be one right here in Destiny Village. A lot of valuable wares are down in the commercial district, actually... Top-notch materials, too!" Zekrom handed Nate the note. Her handwriting was a little flowery, but not...

"N-no, not a normal lifespan at all," Owen said. "Most Pokemon that aren't feral live for around a century or less if, you know, complications don't come up and all that. so I'm definitely not, you know, normal. It's sort of a long story." Owen nodded. "I'll try to talk to Nate about it later...

"Mmm... That's also true." Yveltal nodded slowly, and then looked down. "Well, it's good that you've kept such an open mind about it. We do owe humans a lot for saving this world so often. I won't deny that I am a little... bitter about it, though. I like to think that we Pokemon can stand on...

"That's true. We can recall them into those..." Zekrom nodded. "Well! I suppose if you're looking for a bit of experimenting and we have enough willing volunteers, we can try to at least analyze its properties..." She looked back at Silver's team. "They've been a little restless lately, poor...

"Nnngh... do as you like. I have the energy to talk... a little. It takes energy to make my voice this way, but it is necessary for proper communication." Diyem sighed, then shifted under the covers. "What do you want?"

Yveltal's gaze softened a little more. "That's a beautiful way of phrasing it," she said. "I do have a role that I may follow now and then... guiding spirits that refuse to pass on and so forth... but I'm not the only one. In fact, typically, that is something the Voice of Life does. He also...

"Hmph. Would you prefer that? I'm rusty, but I know how to make a good scare..." When he didn't get an immediate response, he added, "That was a joke."

"I see... Yes. From a lifestyle like that to this one... It's no different than you taking up residency in a desert, wouldn't it?" Yveltal could only imagine. Living a life in the wilds and then transitioning into cities; hearing about Legends in just folklore to actually meeting one in...

"Oh. Joy. Another one." He was never going to get his time alone to brood pointlessly. Was that too much to ask? From under the blankets, Diyem shifted his weight to look at Cynthian indirectly, not that he could actually see. "I feel so popular. Cared for. Loved. Hrrrrrrrnnnnngh..." It made him...

Diyem growled again, the blankets shifting and shuffling. He had a mind to refuse, but the way Vix was looking so crestfallen and pathetic... Some mixture of pity and the genuine need to feed off of that negativity stopped him. "Do as you want."

"Don't follow, for now," Diyem replied idly, still hidden within the sheets. "Your performance in battle has led to a few things that he wants to process first. That is my guess. I do not think talking about it will be of any use until some time passes. Not that we have much of it."

"Oh, you're looking for Maple?" Yveltal pointed a wing down the road, at a house five properties down. "She lives in that one. You must have been disoriented because of how large it is for a Smeargle... But I think it is that size to accommodate her true form. As well as, hypothetically, the...

"Congratulations. Baby's first slaps." Diyem rolled his eyes and shoved Puddle out of the blankets so his current form could remain anonymous to them. "Are you satisfied? I am still trying to gather my strength, and speaking to you uses some of that power."

"Eggant? A fine alias." Yveltal blinked, her beak not giving for much expression to read from. "I do not go by a common name, so Yveltal will do." She seemed to be sizing him up, like he recognized his strength, but could not see it properly. "Did you need my help with something? I've spoken...