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Soda looked away. "They checked. They didn't find anything. That..." Soda sighed. "Fine. I'll help. If you think Maple would approve of it, or whatever... Look ,I haven't even talked to her yet. I don't know how to talk to her. Not after..."

That seemed to get to Soda quite easily, perhaps because he'd been thinking the same thing. "Y'don't think it's too early for me to get trying with that?" he asked, glancing away. "For all I know, there's still a little bit of it in me, or something, that nobody detected..." He sighed. "I...

Owen silently nodded and drifted closer, readying a Protect barrier to pass along, just in case. "But I like it," Kyurem said lowly, but she seemed too weak to fight back. Perhaps if she'd won the fight, she would have had more say in the matter. "It understands me..." "It is a demon that...

Kyurem's eyes dimmed, but it was clear she heard Brisa. "Drop it?" she repeated, staring at the Blacklight Remnant. "Why?" The crowd seemed too hyped to notice what was happening, or perhaps they didn't notice the tiny, possibly invisible thing that Kyurem was holding. Owen and Diyem were...

Soda seemed only surprised that someone was asking, not that he'd be capable of it. He pulled apart one of the sticks, eating half. "Y'really want me part of this, huh? Not worried I'll... go rogue and do something stupid if the Blacklight makes some weird offer, or something?" He waved the...

Soda looked at it, considering his options. Then, with a shrug, he said, "They aren't as good the next day." He set the bag between them and opened it, revealing perhaps an excessive order of mozzarella sticks and a calzone the same size as Soda's head. "Final battle, huh?" Soda asked, his eyes...

He had a pretty big bag of leftovers, but it wasn't big enough for Flesh. Maybe he'd special ordered something again. The way he walked and the position of his shoulders suggested he was in lighter spirits, but not jovial. So, when he glanced back at Dave, looking confused, the smile he gave...

The explosions pierced the icy barrier and a startling warmth reached the team instantly. The chilling cold, the whistling winds, all of it seemed to dissipate the moment Kyurem fell. And, just afterward, when Astrid struck the Blacklight Remnant, it let out a pained shriek before falling limply...

Kyurem remembered blasting Fraxure with ice. And every time she did, he'd only step closer, like some terrible monster, stoic, unmoving. Nothing she did mattered, as always... And then, she remembered how he held out a hand. She didn't understand. She remembered walking out, lost, worried...

Pansit smiled at that, jotting it down. "It really sounds like you have high sights for yourself in your world," she remarked. "Not to be perfect, but striving toward it... Befriending a Legend... It sounds to me like you want to be a hero in your world, too!" She laughed a little, nodding...

Kyurem stumbled again, bringing her head down. "Why?" she asked. "Why do you keep fighting?" She staggered ahead again even as the cold started to eat away at her own vitality. Her guard was completely off; piercing cold that chilled even the spirit bit at them all. It was barely possible to...

"Capturing Legendary Pokemon to befriend them? We've heard about things like capturing Pokemon, such an odd term to us here. But in a way, that's not too different from recruiting team members on expeditions and rescue operations for Guilds, isn't it?" Pansit tilted her head. "Yes, there were a...

Kyurem didn't say anything at first; she seemed to be lost in thought. Her eyes were distant, even as they stared directly at Astrid as the snow drowned her out. She was standing in the middle of the dark, frozen palace of the glacial wastelands of the Mist Continent. Isolated, lonely, and...

"Well, at this point we know a whole lot about you from other interviews and talks from your team, but! We never got to ask you directly about things, have we? For example, things that you truly strive for, here and in your home! You're someone who used to be human, right? What do you value the...

This earned a small grunt from Kyurem this time. Perhaps even a wince from the onslaught. She crouched, closing her eyes, listening to Astrid, clearly. "Make it up... as I go along?" Kyurem asked, her yellow eyes flickering in the snowstorm, making an easy target for the gals to focus their...

"Art?" Kyurem repeated, tilting her head even as the attacks landed on her. Despite the injuries--and they were noticeable, especially with how horrible her guard was--she didn't seem bothered at all by it. "I don't know how art works... or what art is supposed to be. Or mean..." She looked at...

It wasn't long until she arrived, flying as she always did. She was quite fast, too, and landed with an excited grace. With pep, she waved Koa down and glided the rest of the way to him. "Koa! Good to see you made it!" She grinned. "I'm Pansit--you agreed to an interview here, right? Oh...

Kyurem stood and took all of the attacks. Her yellow eyes dimmed a little on the final blow, and then Incineroar spoke up. "Kyurem!" he said with the same enthusiasm as usual, "the battle has started!" "I know," she said. "I was waiting for their turn." "Their--" He nearly lost his composure...

"And here we go, folks! It looks like Team Spectrum is opening with their usual preparations!" Incineroar spread his arms wide, but then quickly brought them back together, as if the cold reminded him not to spread his body too much. Diyem murmured something. Owen nodded, a worried expression...

"It appears that everybody is ready!" Incineroar stepped back. For some reason he seemed to be at a greater distance from the arena than usual. "Let the battle... begin!" Kyurem... didn't move. She stared at them, unblinking, unflinching, like she didn't hear Incineroar. The atmosphere...