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The Smeargle smiled a little at that, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Take care indeed," she said. Once Brisa left, she looked to Millijoule, nodding. "Then, I suppose our break is over?" "I believe so. Onward, then! Let's try to rally the town." <><><>

Leg looked at Cynthian oddly, then at the doll again, turning it fully inside-out. It revealed an incomplete doll that was surprisingly a lot larger than when it had been a mere Smeargle, like it had been folded into itself several times to achieve that effect. It seemed softer, too, probably...

Helloooo Navar! And now I am fully caught up with Liberators of Fate! And I’ll definitely say that the story picked up quite a bit for the last few chapters in particular. I think that’s the first thing I’d like to note down about what I read—how focused it seemed to be on an actual endgoal and...

"Yes." Leg looked around, but then showed Cynthian the inner portions of the body. The chest had an intentional crease on the inside, which seemed to pull the body inside-out, revealing golden internals. "Hard..." It seemed she was trying to make the Smeargle able to pull itself inside-out for...

Leg beamed behind her disguise. "Fun," she repeated, bobbing her head as she started to move the supplies around. She had been working on a simple design while Cynthian worked; it looked like it was becoming a Smeargle.

Leg looked it over. It was... not very good. But it was also Cynthian's first try, and nobody ever did their best on their first try. So, without saying much else, Leg pushed more fabric to Cynthian and nodded. "Again..."

"Peace out..." Pop's eyes gleamed again, and then he looked over his documents. "Yes... peace. That is what I want." Because that was his role in the world, his responsibility, the great weight that those of his kind shared. This great ball in the sky was another test for the world that he'd...

Leg, similarly, produced a few tendrils of her own, and held it firm so Cynthian could find the best match from his plant-based appendages. Afterward, they started with their lessons, very basic ones--it was a little difficult, mostly because Leg was not a very vocal teacher. Very practical and...

"You would?" Pop asked with a half-amused, yet half-genuine tone. "...I think I would like that very much, Icetales. However fleeting your stay will be here... and however fleeting all of this may be... I think it would be worth it." He looked ahead, back at his documents, and nodded. "Perhaps...

Leg's pinprick eyes brightened. "Good..." For one reason or another, she liked that. And then she slid back and rummaged through the pile of dolls that she had made. Then came some raw supplies, which she moved to Cynthian. Fabrics, stuffing, and even buttons and other little trinkets that would...

"It's all right," Millijoule said. "We know that you care a great deal for your team, and, well... frankly, Astrid is one of the ones putting herself at incredible risk. Frankly I think your patron should be doing some talking as well. All that Radiance certainly can't be good on a creature of...

Cabot looked like he was about to say something--a lot of somethings, the way he was perhaps more fired up than Owen's tail--but a wet knocking against the door got all of their attention. "Um, excuse me," said Goodra Zinc. "Sorry... but it's time for your checkup, Bahamut. We need to monitor...

"...I do not feel like myself when I do it," Pop admitted, with a faint smile in that glimmer in his eyes. "Giving myself a name beyond the title and the species... I could accept that. But the language, the etiquette... I do wonder if it unnerves them." His expression darkened. "But I do wish...

The look of concern flashed in Maple's eyes, though it faded quickly in favor of her usual, stoic gaze. Duty, now, and not comfort. "Someone who is going out of their way to help... but endangering themselves in the process?" she asked. "You would need to outline it to them in more practical...

"Leadership?" asked Maple, tilting her head. Millijoule, too, seemed curious. "After the reputation I built for myself among your group of visitors, I'm... surprised you would seek me out for that sort of advice." "Well, regardless of how you handles yourself, you're clearly the team leader now...

"Well, for one, I have a great amount of power," Pop replied frankly. "I do not think it is the same position as a ruler and their subjects... Though, it is also a matter of respect that they do not defy me. Mutual respect." He bowed his head. "It is true, though. Should you make a mistake, that...

Maple didn't notice. She just stroked at Millijoule's back, thoughtful, wistful, and that distant look in her eyes meant that her mind had gone elsewhere for a precious few seconds. "I can't think of anything better," she replied simply.

Leg withdrew some of the darkness so Cynthian could at least see her disguise. "Khh..." Leg slid closer, poking and prodding at Cynthian to make sure he was real. Satisfied enough, she then inspected the doll Cynthian had brought. That, too, satisfied her. "Make... doll," Leg repeated. "Was...

And once again, the dark room in the house of Truffle and Leg slid open, revealing nothing but darkness and two pinpricks of light within. At the very least, Leg was consistent, and she didn't seem to be stalking people at night this time, either. Perhaps she had a firm talking to from Maple...

"She did," Owen said. "She, um. She didn't do too well." "Y'know, that's kind of weird to think about," Cal said. "Isn't Maple, like, holding back when she's in that form, or something? I remember her mentioning something like that... But she still lost badly to Joule." "It's weird that we've...