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The two exchanged a look, then somberly nodded at Bahamut. "I guess Diyem is kind of the same way, before he found Eien," Altowen said. "Is yours the same?" Owen nodded. "Cal told me about what you're talking about, Bahamut. I can't really imagine what it's like to lose something that...

Soda smiled wryly. "Maybe some worlds are different, but in the Overworld, what happened, happened. The reason I was so... hopeful that I could get Adne back, even if maybe she died and got reincarnated, is that the old life is still there, etched forever into the spirit, y'know? Sealed away...

"He's doing better than before," Owen pointed out. "To think, the Soda of our world could have followed the same path if..." Altowen shook his head. "I just can't believe it happened that way." "I think you did good, Bahamut," Owen said. "And bringing Dave along definitely also helped. You...

Altowen nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry it turned out that way, even if you saved most of the world." Owen folded his wings back. "Apparently, their Water Continent had a lot of missing Pokemon, which might have had something similar happen, but... Arceus of their world helped things there...

Through one way or another, Owen had convinced, or at least made Bahamut impassive to, having a guest for their next meditation together. Thankfully, it was not that hard of a sell, because while he was brighter and more upbeat in general than the Owen Bahamut knew, it was still Owen--and...

"...Yeah..." Soda didn't seem to agree. There were probably a thousand reasons, likely more, individual names, that he wondered were reasons why he shouldn't have made it. "...At least you get to move on," Soda finally murmured. "I'm... gonna be stuck with these memories. That's how memories...

Hi Espy! This is a reward for your Blacklight participation, and it'll be a review for chapter 1 and the prologue! The first thing I want to get out of the way is that I think the premise of this "alternate universe" canon is very unique despite being reminiscent of the original material. Yes...

"Yeah. Yeah, I have." Soda looked down. "They're all... being cordial and everything. Potluck says he still wants me on the team. Truffle is making all these fancy teas. Leg made a doll." He dug through his mane and pulled out a little Zoroark plush, which he placed gingerly down. "And Maple..."...

"...How many do you think are gonna see that?" Soda asked in a small whisper. "All the people I killed, all the spirits I twisted. How many lives were just... changed forever from what I did." He laughed, suppressed and low. "I can practically hear their spirits, y'know. Death isn't gonna help...

A long, helpless silence followed. Soda couldn't look directly at Dave. He fiddled with his claws, toyed with his bauble. "I nearly made one, Dave."

"Yeah, I guess," Soda said, though his usual nonchalance wasn't there. It all weighed on him. "No clue what I'm gonna do next. I'm not in a rush... to get outta here. What would I even do, y'know...? Apparently Maple's helping to take care of Flesh, with Truffle and Leg, so that's taken care of...

The two Owens were chattering about each other's teams, while the two Diyems continued to glare at each other like two feral males competing over territory. "I don't like him," they both muttered to nobody in particular. Despite the tension between their leaders, the teams themselves got along...

"No," Soda replied flatly, taking the first stick. "But they've been treating me nice enough, I guess. Could do without the totem pole, though." Soda glared at Wheat, who continued to not blink.

"Yeah, thanks." The usual procedure went, with the sticks going through the compartments, and then Soda giving half back. It was still him. Some of his mannerisms were slightly different, ever so slight, but Green was still there. Soda's cell seemed to have less security than the first days of...

The holding cells were unchanged from their two usual occupants--Giovanni, and Soda. But this time, instead of Green, it was the real deal. He had gained enough strength to put up his reflexive illusions--maybe now, it was more effort to keep it down?--while Giovanni himself seemed to be sulking...

Final votes: Bartholomew: 10 (Homestar, Yellow, Flyg0n, Abra, Chibi, Persephone, Fusion, Dragonfree, unrepentantAuthor, Phant) SparklingEspeon: 1 (Equitial) No vote: Espeon, Goat, Sinderella -- Ghostly chains solidified around Bartholomew, almost covering the entirety of their yellow...

"Well, hey," Miracle Owen said, "I think being a Marshtomp is really cool! You're only weak to Grass, for one, and you can make water wherever you go!" This Owen seemed... significantly brighter and less restrained. Perhaps this was Owen without Wishkeeper's influence.

"Somewhat," Miracle Diyem replied. "It is something more effective if you are not aware of it until it happens. Have faith and keep fighting, and such." "And such," Cal repeated, frowning. "Well, you aren't all that different." "Mm."

"We were told not to explain too much about your final battle, but it seems it is very similar to ours, what is coming," Miracle Diyem said quickly, crossing his arms. "But as for the familiars, mm. I would have brought them with us, but they have gone to other duties." Miracle Owen nodded...

Miracle Diyem groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I regret bringing some of you back." "Aw, it's not that bad," Miracle Owen said, sampling one of the sandwiches that Spectrum Owen offered. "I even got to meet another me! Oh! We should totally spar!" "We just got off a big fight a few weeks ago,"...