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Maple frowned. "Now that you mention it..." Suddenly, a beeping sounded from her badge. She looked uneasily at Necrozma, then pulled it out. "Hello?" "Mellow collapsed in the dojo," Truffle said through the badge. "Something happened at Sharpedo Bluff. I'm on my way there but you may be faster."

The slug felt like something between water and gelatin. Her claws tore into the shadowy thing and it flailed and writhed in response. It hurt--its attacks suddenly felt like acid which jabbed and thrashed and bludgeoned against Starr. The attacks themselves were weak, yet they felt like...

Maple smirked, though she tried to hide it. "Well, I suppose if that's the case, the feeling is mutual, now isn't it?" She toyed with the satchel around her bag. "...I can't expect you to trust me, and I imagine your leader expects the same. Perhaps we can open a dialogue some time... and see...

Finally! At least one of you imbeciles listen! The strike rang true, and when Turf was distracted by the call, the phantom's hazy body weaved out of the way of Starr's attack. But Turf didn't move away in time; instead, the phantom looked back in a flash of horror as Turf was struck. Turf...

Maple said nothing, but she did nod. "That's also possible. But... I have not met your leader. I have no way of knowing what his motivations are." A pause. Then, "...Can he hear you now?"

"Possibly, possibly," Plum said. "You know, if you're unsure, one thing that a lot of people do if they're part of the Guild--and I suppose you are, for now--is ask Chatot for advice. He's very knowledgeable, you know, being the second in command at the Guild!"

Truffle emerged from the nearest room. "What?" he called back. "The Bluff?" But when Mellow collapsed, he spread his wings and swooped over her. "I'll be on my way! Warn as many as you can!"

The Astonish stunned Turf, and then the fire and electricity that followed from both sides left her with no way to dodge, let alone with stand the flanking onslaught. She wailed, and the shadowy haze around her, still shaped like a Totodile, roared and lashed out randomly, leaving huge gashes in...

"Hm." Maple nodded, though she gently pressed the ball in Necrozma's hold a little closer, easing the light in so he'd get used to it gradually, even if it was a push. "I don't think you're worthless," she said. "Far from it. You have sense to consider your circumstances. ...I'm suspicious of...

The blast stung and broke something in Brisa, but compared to the Gyarados from before, it didn't hurt quite as much. Still, another hit would make it hard to stand up afterward. And there was something peculiar about this strike, those strange shadows, that made it hurt just as a Mud Shot would...

While Cabot lamented the loss of his easy TM, Plum returned with several more strange, prismatic disks for the others. "We've got a lot of what you're asking! Frost Breath, Blizzard, Shadow Claw..." "Well, it's good that most of our stock in the back survived," Olive said. "Helped that we got...

For some reason, Diyem was no longer replying, but he had left behind some kind of lingering, menacing aura to send down to Necrozma regardless. Something else must have caught his attention. "I see," Maple said slowly, though she seemed skeptical all the same. "A Charizard... who is clearly...

"Stone Edge, hrmmm..." Kecleon looked through their wares, then frowned. "Nope, sorry. That's one of the few ones we don't have on us just yet, but... Oh! Well, how about Rock Slide?" He looked back, tilting his head. "Yep! We've got that one in stock, and I'll be looking around for Stone Edge...

Wish's delay did nothing to ease the suspense in the air. Surf stood with her breath held, clasping her claws together as if to join Celeste in her superstitious advantage-hunting. Turf was trying to get out of bed in the meantime, rolling until she was out from under her covers. Her lower half...

"What?" Surf gaped. "What do you mean, ominous black mist? I don't know what you're talking about, she's just... sick! She's not--are you seeing things?" Turf groaned, but her voice had a low garble to it, like she was speaking through rustling leaves. "Surf... I..." Surf rushed over and held...

"Hmm..." Maple frowned, thoughtful. "Then I'm guessing that is the situation of your own supervisor." I will end you. I will find a way to do it. This is against your better interests. "If I had to guess," Maple said, "it might be because coming here could make your leader vulnerable. Some...

"Oh? Are you here for TMs?" Olive leaned forward. "Well that's precisely what will cheer Plum up, now isn't it, brother?" Plum grumbled and crossed his arms. "I suppose being able to sell some of these would be nice... but if that's the case, I want to make sure you use it and you aren't just...

There wasn't much that Surf could do to object to that. Her huge jaw clenched, but her eyes were sad and hopeless rather than defiant or apprehensive. "Just be quiet when you come in, alright? And stay behind me." Surf turned around and descended into the little hole atop Sharpedo Bluff's top...

"Hmm..." Maple nodded. "It's a lot of energy. I don't think your body is ready to take it all in yet," she explained. "But that should be what you should work toward. Keep it. It will last, and I can make another if you need it. Once we get badges for you all, communication will be much easier."

"Oh, it's you," said the purple Kecleon. "You know, I have a sinking feeling that you guys are the ones behind this, going for some huge scam to swindle us out of our supplies! Protection services, I call it..." "N-now, Plum, hang--hang on!" a green Kecleon said frantically, practically flying...