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They both replied with the same message, "what how. are you drunk" But in the end, they both decided to head over or remain where they were, and they wobbled their way to the holding cells. "Heyyyyy buddy," Blue said, waving at Yellow, who grimaced. "What, you got him shitfaced to cooperate?"...

Potluck giggled. "Okay! That's okay! If you want to set things up, then I will, too!" And then, he crouched down, and the lights that passively emanated from his body seemed to intensify. His irises swirled with colors and his giggles were nonstop. "Heehee, aw, c'mon! You can do better than...

"Part... of our mission," Blue went on, "is the whole thing, y'know? Gotta keep info separate until we get back to Prime, gotta... mission it up." He waved his right hand in a swirling motion. "That way, if any get caught, they won't give info where the others'd be..."

"Zekrom and I... can differ at times, but in the end, we have learned to find common ground. She sees the future of ideals; I see the truth of the present. There is not necessarily a reason that one cannot build toward the other. On the battlefield, of course... Zekrom is focused on her best...

"Oh, that's right, that's right." Reshiram nodded. "Yes, Zekrom paid a visit or two after her battle against you. Very good job, by the way. The way you battle was directly an answer to the way she does. Hm. Hm." Reshiram hummed to himself. "I doubt that you would have quite an easy time against...

They'd gone to the bar, and then returned a little while later, Blue Soda having taken a drink that was bubbly and blue to match. By the time he was walking back with Dave, there was a noticeable wobble that he occasionally had in his step. "Hey," Soda slurred, "let's go'n... talk to Green an'...

More silence, and then Soda made a long, long sigh. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, fine."

"Fuck," Soda muttered, like it actually pained him to hear the word. He didn't make eye contact with Dave. "Fuck..." He turned again, claws digging into his wrists. He didn't do anything else. Silent. Mulling things over...

He stared, long and hard, and glared at the shields around him with disdain. He knew at some level what those shields meant, and in some regard perhaps it meant Dave wanted to protect him. But the silence that followed was long and tense. Soda seemed to be waiting for the barriers to fall, but...

Incineroar was doing his usual announcements, but paused in the middle of it to say, "It seems... that the member of God Squad has yet to appear! Where in the world is he?!" He tried to make it sound like part of the show, but the way staff seemed to be shuffling and shouting suggested they...

"What, are you doing some kinda mind trick?" Soda said defensively. "I remember how old I was! I was old! Like, past my prime, for one! And day to day... I just didn't like the guy! Why would I want to dwell on something like that, huh?" He snarled. "What's all this about a parasite? Parasite...

Another breeze guided Dave further down the road, likely to get out of earshot from Flesh. It was an empty road, and it was very likely that while talking to Soda, they would be invisible to the rest of the world. That was simply how he operated. Eventually, Soda appeared. Completing the set...

Buffet nodded and helped to haul the team away from Spirits' Edge and across the astral sea once more. "Well," Buffet said once he drifted across the stars, "I hope that was worthwhile! I think it will give a bit of a morale boost while you save the world, hm?"

"Rotting his brain?" Flesh repeated. "But how? Soda's strong. He's our scout. He knows how to avoid trouble. You... that can't be true. He's safe. He knows what he's doing." Flesh didn't look like he was doubting Soda; if anything, it looked like he was worried what Dave was saying meant Team...

Buffet sighed, smiling. "I think that will do," he said. "Gen, good luck with your endeavors." It would likely be little more than a dream to him, but perhaps that would be enough. Buffet then nodded to Saltriv, Vix, and Dill. "Why don't we head back? It was a pleasure meeting you, but we have a...

"Soda said he was fine," Flesh said. "He said he was fine and I should just stay put because he'd take care of it and straighten everything out. Because... that's always what he does." Flesh growled a little more, but it was so soft or garbled that the translator couldn't pick anything up. "He...

"Well, since you asked... I've been working on the Soda tracker! I went on a walk to do some thinking, you know how it goes, new scenery, new thought processes, it's a very mortal thing, actually. Translates to Legends as well. I considered meditation as well, but have been too... restless as of...

Just as Starr was going to exit, however, the door opened seconds before she could. On the other end of the door was Reshiram in the flesh. "Oh, hello," he replied with a nod. "Starr, Lexx. Checking on things here?"

Chip flinched. "Er, are you two going through something?" he asked. "N-not that I want to pry, but..."

More mumbling. Flesh's voice had little, higher pitches to them now and then. "You won't, but everyone else wants to. He's not bad. But everyone thinks he is."