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While Maple was away doing her mission and rendezvous, arranging for another scouting trip into the Isle of Light, Millijoule was at home keeping Potluck entertained. For the time being, the Silvally in question was fast asleep, snuggled up in several of Leg's gifted plush toys. Millijoule...

Something about the bar seemed gloomier than usual. It was the same high-end food, the same good drinks, the same quiet buzz of a less-rowdy crowd, but there was a new aura of bitterness in the air. Unease. Stress. It was probably the news that was spreading across town and the whole world--that...

The combination attack went off without a hitch, and Butter didn't even have the chance to react against it. Jirachi was the same, going down in a flurry of embers and a screech of surprise and pain. By the time the dust settled, a loud ringing filled the arena. "And that's time!" Incineroar...

But they never got a reply. Diyem? Owen called. Diyem? Diyem, answer! Just a little more! But his presence faded once again. "Can anyone understand me?" he immediately called out, and indeed, they could. The dizziness wasn't coming, either. One way or the other, Diyem lost his ability to...

"Diyem?" Maple repeated, seeing that several more of Team Spectrum were looking around by reflex, even if he was definitely not nearby. His presence felt weak, but different. Like he wasn't speaking from some faraway realm. That could only mean... I'm... on Cibus. I don't know where... it...

Shield's expression darkened into one of disbelieving grief the more Brisa went on. Nate's outburst startled him out of his silent trace, and he cleared his throat and said, "Y-yes. Right, you... we'll... rescue her. Right, I... So--so she's fine?" he asked dumbly. "Giovanni wouldn't... go...

Hey all, here's the current status of the round. Front Lines priority: 1. Cynthian 2. Vix 3. Starr 4. Brisa 5, 6, 7, 8: Astrid, Saltriv, Cabot, Shiron 9: Icetales 10: Nip -- "2" or "3" priorities that were in the last fight: Owen, Dave Up to par but currently withdrawn from FL: Celeste --...

Maple stepped along, nodding to them all and sending off the ones that were leaving to rest, recover, and prepare. They really were quite tireless... "Thank you all for your continued efforts," she said, though there was significantly less confidence in her voice this time. She was saying it on...

Arceus watched him go, his eyes a little dimmer than usual. Bahamut, the fallen god who refused even the title his power suggested. "If you ever find it in you," Arceus said, "perhaps you can speak to Kyurem, or Yveltal. While not the same... Perhaps they could be good company for you. And you...

"I see." Arceus nodded, as though he actually listened to what Bahamut was saying. "...Hmm..." He drifted along, contemplative, humoring something. "I will... consider it in the future," Arceus said simply. "Your circumstances are unique. There are things that I have to look into for your...

"An old age indeed. Incomprehensible to most, inexpressible to the tongues that invented mortal languages. Not truly, at least." His natural glow dimmed. "You have my condolences, Bahamut. You were never meant to live for so long. Yet, I'm afraid if I struck you down here, there would be no...

The wind was quiet today. Arceus did not breathe, or at least did not need to, but perhaps in an effort to relate to the mortals, he did sigh. Perhaps on reflex. "Come," Arceus said, though he made no gestures to attack. "Bahamut, tell me... by a star's age, how old are you?"

"...It is rare for a god to feel helpless," Arceus replied. "Perhaps not where you are from, but typically I have only dealt with this sort of thing during Omens. ...But I shall endure." Arceus looked to Bahamut. "I think a better question would be asking the same of you. Are you well?"

Once more, the tower doors slid open, and Arceus appeared shortly after with a curt nod. He didn't seem to be in the greatest moods, though that was understandable, considering how a human had fooled so much of their cause. "Welcome," he replied politely.

The Zoroark stared for a while, still seething, but it didn't seem to be about Brisa specifically anymore. It was aimless, scattered, and Maple gave him the occasional, concerned glance. Finally, he muttered, "Just forget it," and then wandered off. His mane was still dull--looked like there...

"You know, you may be used to seeing the world under gloom and doom," Cal hissed, "but thinking, 'wow I might have to kill you one day' isn't really something that normal people dwell on. That's why I'm not gonna try entertaining that until we have to."

Owen, with the help of a few others, quickly tried to make his way to the Guild to see what was happening, hearing the tail-end of some of the conversation. It helped that Cal was there to silently give him more of an idea of what was happening. Soda's eyes twitched. "I was blown into a...

Maple smirked a little and held her bag up. "What bad news?" she asked. "...The mole clearly didn't know what to think, because I hid Sword with myself. I gave her to nobody... I am the only one guaranteed to not be a spy, after all." "How humble of you," Soda mumbled, limping his way inside...

Giovanni seemed focused on Nate for only a split-second, and he was definitely about to make some kind of retort... But then, a Psychic blast warped the air around him. He glanced left, unaffected, and weaved out of the way of a full-body tackle from Karat. Giovanni dodged several more blows...

Maple looked back only for an instant to see who it was, but she was more focused on stopping Giovanni. She conjured a blade of light and sliced the air, sending a sharp crescent his way. Predictably, the energy dissipated before it could so much as cut his arm. Maple snarled and had to trust...