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It didn't take a genius to tell Owen Three was now in a bad mood. Perhaps it was Bahamut's fault? "You're upset," he mumbled. "I thought you'd be in better spirits since you got to reunite with your doppelganger." He paused. "And also Maple didn't kill us or bar us from the Tree or anything, so...

Bahamut threw a small rubber ball he borrowedswiped from Potluck's resident at a tree opposite him. It banked off the trunk, then the ground. He caught it with his right lower wing and tossed it to his upper wing. The necrozma repeated the process. Eternatus. The team's leader, who supposedly...

"He's not from Galar. Pokémon are fictional in the human world he's from," Nero said, which he was sure would just make things more awkward, so the moment they had asked him, he decided against it. "Are you trying to find a way home or something? Is that why you're so upset? Aside from the...

"Uh, no." Nero paused and clicked his tongue. "At least, I don't think there are any." He looked at his chest. "Hey, if any of you used to be human, speak now or forever hold your peace." Silence followed. Nero's head crest drooped. "But my friend Shane used to be human. He's my rescue team's...

"Mmm. Yes. At least you won't be spending eleven centuries in that form." Bahamut shuddered.

"They used a badge?" Bahamut managed to keep his voice a whisper, but sat up nonetheless. Humming in thought, he rapped his lower wings against the ground. "That's... not good. I don't want to sound paranoid, but there's a good chance that means they have connections with Chip. Or the guild in...

"Aside from the team? We came to you first," Bahamut replied. "Had you not already been here, I'd have suggested going here for its, erm, desolateness."

"No, it's not obvious," Nero said. "Most people don't have ESP to assist them." He slowly released his hold on the creature. "But not everyone is a bunch of spirits wrapped together like we clearly are."

Nero's brow furrowed for a second. Did its bottom half just act independently of the head? He stared straight ahead blankly. "Oh my god you're two spirits stuck together, aren't you?" The silvally's cheek bolts vibrated a bit. "Hello? Can anyone else hear me in there? You're not the only one...

"That doesn't really answer my question, because I don't know what a galar is," Nero said, head tilted. "And, well, I guess I can let you go... but you look like you're in pain and could use some help. It wouldn't be right to just have your run off. You'll just injure your flippers even more."

I warned you I’d be back. >:3 Anyway, I’m going to avoid repeating anything from the last review; mainly the grammatical stuff. Just focusing on the actual plot. Part 6: 72 Hours Remain -[Thanks to the wonders of technology] THE POWER OF SCIENCE IS AMAZING! -That watchog selling the Sun Ribbon...

"Silvally. And I could ask you the same question," Nero replied. "It seems we're cut from a similar cloth, don't you think?"

"One-hundred percent." Bahamut's head still lay on the sand as he spoke. "He specifically said it was the Tree's core, which is why he thinks the outside should be safe. He was actually quite adamant that we not attempt to go into the Tree. He is... fearful of Eternatus." He lifted his head...

Nero wasn't mistaken. It was another mismatched creature. This world must have had its own variants, because Nero wasn't familiar with this at all. And whatever it was, it wasn't fond of its body and was clearly struggling. When Nero hit the ground after a long stride, his cheek-bolts lit up...

Nero stared ahead blankly. Was that... an Ultra Beast? No, that didn't seem quite right. It was less alien and more... different parts stuck together. Kind of like him, but not as extreme of a case. "Hey!" Nero charged in the direction it ran. He could track its aura more clearly now. It was...

This time, Nero's ears could pin down the location. Several meters to his right. Gone were grass and flying-type. In their places, the earthly brown of ground type. Nero felt every subtle shift in the soil. Sensed a decent weight from the direction of the sound. So, this thing was big in...

Nero's sonar-like ears twitched. Seems I'm not alone. He sniffed at the air with his beak. Pink spots momentarily peppered his irises. The scent of... water. Cold water. Ice-type. But also fizzing like a carbonated beverage. Electric? Rotom could imbue itself with ice in the right...

With Shane deciding to botherspend time with the other Beast Killer, Nero opted to go into the forest and vibe with the trees for a bit. Grass and flying-type punctuated his glowing parts with alternating stripes of green and navy blue. His talons crunched against soil as he walked a zigzagging...

"It's okay." Bahamut bowed his head. "I understand. Even after all this time, I feel much the same way over my family." He sank down a bit into the ground, wrapping both sets of wings around his chest spikes. "You lost your home suddenly. I am slowly losing mine... after having been chased off...

There it was. Bahamut gestured with an upper wing for Joule to try and offer an arm if he could manage. He leaned his tail in Maple's direction, focusing the light it gave off toward her. "Keep breathing. In. Out. How do you feel right now?" he whispered. "Please describe it."