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"It was," Owen agreed, nodding. "But when we first came here, we knew it was all going to be... temporary. I'm enjoying myself when I can." He sighed, looking across the sea, then at Cal, who seemed transfixed at something about Owen. "How are you doing, Cal?" "I, uh--nothing. It's fine." She...

"Never say never," Owen said gently, bringing his tail around Dill, not touching him, but at least showing that he had someone there for him. "I've... lost a lot of people in the past, but there's always a chance to see them again, one way or another. If you choose to, at least. And hey, if...

It was, perhaps, the largest crowd to have ever gathered in front of Destiny Tower. Heroes of old and new stood together, amounting to what seemed like almost a hundred strong. Team Spectrum, their Void Eternas, the Miracle Matters, the Legends, the Guild, and the Omen Heroes had all gathered...

Owen frowned, thoughtful. "There are a lot of people who would prefer to stay, I think. Lives that are better here than there, even if there are people they'd leave behind, but..." He sighed, pensive. "I don't think Diyem's allowed to do that. He might get in trouble with Overseers. More than he...

Owen frowned, thoughtful. "Well, I think if you really did die, and Diyem took you after that, then you'd probably return to whatever astral plane you're supposed to go to afterward... You can always ask him. He kinda doesn't tell people things if they don't bother asking..."

Owen nodded, sitting next to Dill. He towered over him, but seemed to be making an effort not to frighten anyone. He was probably used to his size by now. "I think we'll make it. And even if we don't... Cibus is safe, at least. That's the important part." Though if the failed, the Blacklight...

Owen spotted Dill and smiled, drifting down until he was by the shoreline. His feet sank a few inches into the sand. "Hey... Dill," Owen said, nodding as he recalled the name. They hadn't talked often. "Getting ready for the fight? We've been trying to take it easy so we could be in top form."

"Oh," Cal said, frowning. "Well, you probably still have an astral sea to go back to, if that's the case. We've been delaying your arrival there, or something, I bet... Diyem would probably know the answer to that!" She grinned, or tried to encourage him, but just then, the ocean waters...

Cal blinked, glancing at Dill. "Well, no," she said. "I won't be going, I mean, my home is technically Cibus. It's you guys who are going home to the worlds you came from."

"Hey." Cal motioned for him to come over. "Crazy how it's all almost over, isn't it?" she asked, turning her attention back to the ocean. "Soon, we'll be doing our last big fight, and then..."

Dill wasn't alone; sitting by the shoreline, where the cold water lapped at her ectoplasmic feet, was Cal. The Void Eterna Charizard, black and mostly see-through, looked behind her and noticed Dill. Her gold-ember eyes flared a little, which was apparently the way her kind tended to smile, and...

Nutmeg smiled slightly at that, looking at Pita, then back at Brisa. "He saved my life a few times, is all," she said. "Fighting as a pair... in a way that our spirits resonated with each other... It's why I'm still standing. Maybe some of that made it possible to fight as one even in battle..."...

"I-it's right on the way! It's... hard to carry two at once," The waiter said hastily, and just as he said this, indeed, the second curry bowl was incoming, though there was a worried look on the carrier as he seemed to be looking for a place to set it without bumping into other bowls. The other...

Incineroar stepped a little closer to see how it all turned out, through the indigo flames of Blue Flare and the shockwaves of every hit that Starr had landed. But this time, the outcome was clearer. Pita was barely hanging onto Nutmeg's back, held up only because of the way Nutmeg held out her...

Pita leaned forward once Starr had left herself open. "It isn't that you're weaker," he said, "it's that she was a little more open to us! And you're both strong when you're working as a team!" "Takes one to know one," Nutmeg went after Pita. "Because that's how fighting works here on Cibus...

Cream nodded. "Humans... For someone like you to do what you did here, I don't think you're as weak as you say. Not anymore. Maybe an echo of that will follow you..." She gave him a gentle smile, but then continued on with the interview.

"There it is," Nutmeg grunted. "Fuckin' burst attackers, I swear--" "They're open. Now or never," Pita said, tapping her shoulder. His movements felt stalled, but he could still get a few exchanges, only faltering slightly. "Let's go." "Which one do you think is gonna go on a last stand...

Cream giggled. "I really do take for granted what so many Pokemon are capable of, after hearing stories of what humans can and can't do. Still, they can do a great deal, can't they?" She nodded. "Your friends... I'm sure you'll find a way to make some later, hm?"

"They're both even stronger than when they started," Nutmeg said. "I think we need to blast through everything they've got." "Then let's do it..." "Damn, not enough," Nutmeg snarled. "I'll get through next time," Pita said, feeling his muscles limber up against. He landed on her back once...

...Ahem. I have some news that I would like to share. I am going to be going around to inspect everybody to be sure. I am confident that this was an extreme circumstance... and is not something repeatable. The world Bahamut came from is filled with distortions to the point where, when I tried...