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There was no answer at first, and only the wind accompanied the pair. Before Bahamut could try for another knock, or walk away for that matter, someone else called his name. "Bahamut?" And there came Owen One, along with his hellspawn, Cal. "I was wondering where you were," the Charmeleon...

"Hmph... They're fine. They're getting along with each other and don't really need me for that." Cosmog shook out the last of the toxic sludge. The embers went out on their own. "I still don't feel that... connection that humans are apparently supposed to share with their team. It's just not...

"As if I'd ever get an answer from him," Soda said with a bitter venom in his voice. "All I know is after fending her off, I... went straight to him and attacked. And I scared him a lot, doing that. He pulled every trick he could, and that was around the time that Maple showed up with Joule and...

Chip cringed. "N-not in front of Reshiram!" he squeaked. "It's all right," Reshiram said, glancing back so his blue eye could meet Nate's. "Ah, and you're Nate. Well met. I am Reshiram, Dragon of Truth, inventor of the various whosits and whatsits that most civilians use nowadays. Or at least...

"Hmm, that will take some time," Reshiram said. "But you have a good point. If we can trace through those logs, we may find something..." "You mean, where they had been sent?" Chip asked. "How can we be sure where they're from?" "We can't, but it will be a better chance than flying in the...

"We tried towers for a little while," Reshiram said. "But they weren't very pretty, you know. It didn't take long for us to look into better technology. Compact, underground, that sort of thing... We used similar technology to Entercards, actually. Artificial Dungeon pathways that can be...

"Yeah." Soda looked down. "I said no, either he was going to save my partner or I was going to defect. He wasn't too happy about that. He told me to go away and think about it for the night. He said that maybe some time to mull it over would put me in a good headspace. And... goddammit, I...

"No." Soda shook his head. "This was all before Maple came into the picture. Here's the thing. I was playing between two sides. On one hand, the organization I was part of, who assigned me to investigate Arceus. And on the other, Arceus himself, working under him. And my partner... I tried...

Reshiram paused, then looked at the logs. "...Hmm, interesting... These unmatched messages don't have proper location data, either. It's set to the middle of the Sea of Wonders--the default zero-zero coordinate. It's what's assumed if it isn't able to find the location properly."

"I'd... like that, thanks." Owen smiled a little, tail glowing a little brighter. He wondered, idly, if he could spar with Vix sometime... <><><>

"Offer was," Soda said, "I'd work under him. In exchange, I got to live for as long as I served. Tenure's apparently great, measured in centuries." Soda laughed a little. "Seemed like a pretty good gig, so I accepted immediately. And just like that my spirit was bound." His expression darkened...

"Well, that settles things, then," S'more said, clapping his hands together once. "Owen, why don't you return to bed for now? Same for you, Vix. Be sure to spread the word in the morning. Leg? Why don't you return home to Truffle?" "Khh..." Leg descended into the ground and slithered out the...

"Guess so," Soda said. "Like I said, I saved bigger and bigger things. The stronger I became, the more I was capable of, and the more I got to be known. Created an illusory forest just so people wouldn't bug me all day. Partner and I lived together pretty nicely like that..." Soda trailed off...

"I don't really know if it's stealing," Owen said, frowning. "I mean, when you think about it, it's more like... kidnapping and... using test subjects without going through the proper procedures, or something? I mean, I've been experimented on before and stuff, so I guess you picked the right...

The Mimikyu looked away. "Khh..." "I imagine so," S'more said. "I suspect Leg searched for the most agreeable participants first, perhaps Owen was among them... And from there, branched out in an effort to help the team. Though, you certainly could have asked first, Leg." She looked down. "I...

"Khhh..." "Leg's a little... eccentric, but I've no reason to doubt her good intentions," S'more said. "What were you doing so late at night? Fixing what?" "Fixing... power..." "...Ahh..." S'more nodded. "I remember, now. Maple told me about this. Now, as I understand it, Leg has a... special...

"Khhh... fixing..." "Fixing?" Owen said, frowning. "What do you mean? I feel like I was hit by all four of a Machamp's fists." "Fixing... power. Make... better." Leg revealed a few of her tendrils, each one poised like a mechanic's tools. "With my aura?" Owen asked. "you were... doing that to...

"I guess so..." Chip sighed. "Ahh, here we go. We need to check things like this. There's a log here of a received message from Maple, but there is no log of Maple sending a message. An impersonation. We never put code to check for this..." Reshiram sighed, rubbing his head. "I suppose we...

"Someone took my soul again?" Owen mumbled, grumbling. "Wait, but I'm still talking, so I don't think he took that from me... I feel pretty whole." Owen felt his chest, then his gut, then crossed his arms, forming a golden sphere. "Protect's still normal. Are you sure they didn't put it back?"...

Puddle's aim was surprisingly accurate, but this creature was swift and pulled Owen deep into the shadowy abyss. Seconds later, he reappeared on the other side of the room, the great, clawed hand digging into Owen's chest. His body jerked and something ethereal flew from Owen's mouth, which...