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Owen nodded, and then Wishkeeper emerged and spiraled around Owen like a protective specter. He tried to look discrete otherwise so he didn't frighten the poor thing. "Hey," Owen said gently, taking wide steps to get out of the sand, only to sink in again when he advanced. It would have to do...

"Well," Ionys said, "it takes energy for Maple to keep me tangible, but since she doesn't really have a place she needs the energy yet, it's no big deal right now... Yeah. Still relocating to Telum. Flesh is gonna be just fine there, got some places and plans..." His voice was a little quieter...

Cal giggled. "Guess that means it's something that happens in a bunch of different worlds," she remarked, then sighed. "Well, anyway... Look, uh..." She rubbed her cheek. "I kinda just came here to see how you were doing and stuff. With only having, y'know, a week left before they go."

"S... ssss..." Leg hissed a few times, looking between them. She recognized their strength; she knew, in the end, that she would not be able to last against an onslaught while her disguise was down. She'd run out of time... And their hits, just from how hard they'd gone toward Truffle... Yes...

"You'd know more than me what doesn't add up," Owen said, "but... how about we try talking to him again? No... hitting, no trying to toughen him up yet. Just... a talk. For me, I'll try to have Wishkeeper interpret for me... Because sometimes, how you are inside can be really different from how...

"It seems that they can only barely break through that disguise!" Sprout said. "Truffle is still hanging on, but how long can it last?!" And then, swiftly while the crowd was paying attention to the battle, he spoke into his earpiece. The words were a little more hushed, but sensitive ears in...

"N-no...!" Truffle was blown back, toppling into the sand a few feet away and leaving Leg completely exposed, aside from her disguise. She stiffened up at this, but then shrank away, bracing behind her disguise. with her eyes shut. Almost blindly, she lashed out. <><><> The rest of Truffle...

"Well maybe I wanted you to hear!" Cal said, sticking out her tongue to the point where it was longer than her neck. After cracking it like a whip, she withdrew it and added, "At least you've got some career options. What're you looking for, life of peace, life of adventure? Soul searching? Must...

Flesh halted his eating--which was rare for him--to address Dave with a nod. He seemed more solemn than usual, and then went on with breaking down the tree trunk, leaves and all. "Hey," Ionys greeted back. "All things considered, you guys had a pretty solid win, eh? Only one person died, and I...

It was hard to miss Flesh, mostly because when Dave was a few minutes away from the forest proper, one of the trees fell over, snow and pine needles raining down with it. "Yeah, yeah, enjoy yourself," Ionys said with a sigh, shrugging openly. "Only one this time, alright? Forest might be big...

"Now you're just saying things to mess with me," growled Cal. "...But I guess you'd be a pretty good shrink. Maybe you can ask Breaker for some lessons? I think she does something similar, y'know." Then, under her breath, she said, "Probably the same demeanor, too."

"Real weight? How does that even--that's discrimination! I don't have any muscles! I, uh, and it's not like they, I mean, I think there's a Reuniclus in cleaning duty, too, so I totally could do something there!" Cal huffed, crossing her arms, which sank into one another. "Oh yeah, Mr. Smartass...

"It's not the same," Owen said. "When we fought our enemies, it was always to help them, to stop them from hurting others, or to stop them from hurting themselves. When we fought our friends, it was to mutually show our strength! This... The way you two are acting... That's not the same kind of...

"But I'm not evil! I stopped doing that ever since I was born!" Cal looked distraught. "What am I even stuffed with? Spiritomb? I lost my core already! I-I'm not letting you grab Leg to do this, either. She already messed with Dad's innards too much!"

"Wait, what--you said I'd be a scarecrow, not a doll! And besides, you can't tie me up, or hold me anywhere! Dad tried!"

"Scarecrow?" Cal repeated. "All right, then I'll show you. I'll make that bet, huh? In two years, I'm gonna be an amazing scarecrow! How about that?"

"In the end, Shadows are telling some truth about you in an extreme way," Owen said. "Mine manifested in a different way, but... Wishkeeper ultimately wanted to protect against new harm by keeping me safe and away. A shield that nobody would go through. Yours wants to hide... but is trying to...

"So, your strength continues..." Truffle sighed. "We need to find a way to cut that down, and quickly... don't we? Thankfully, I already know of one way to get that done...!" "I'm not weak," Truffle murmured to himself, glancing at the stands, where Ionys watched quietly. "I can protect...

Cal puffed her cheeks defiantly, then turned away. "I'll show you. I'm gonna become the best gardener ever! The kind that beats up people who try to misuse it! I'm gonna be a scary garden guardian. A gardenian." She nodded to herself. "Plants can be cool."

"Scared to do things that'd make him happy, because it might wind up with getting hurt later?" Owen asked, and a sad smile tugged at him. He nodded. "Well, y'know! I guess we have more in common that we'd like to admit, in a way... Living a life where you don't really know who to trust, right...