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The incoming storm gave Zekrom pause mid-strike, first with alarm, then with a proud smile. "And so, these are your ideals..." She braced, crouching for a defensive stance. By the time the dust all settled, Astrid flopped on the ground as was tradition, with Brisa and Starr panting from the...

"Hmm, sure. We can practice that way, too. How about that, Pop?" It seemed agreeable enough. "We can go for regular sessions of that for the coming days," he said. "Thank you for your help, Bahamut."

They both nodded. "That should be everything, then," Pop said. "You two should start training your bodies in thye physical world for the coming days." "Okay, sure." Zacian looked at Zamazenta. "So you're the defender. How about we just go at each other and see what happens?" "That could...

Zacian's smile faltered, but she nodded. "I... we have. But that was, you know, that was a long time ago--before the current-era Dark Matter stuff." She glanced at Zamazenta, who nodded gravely. "We aren't strangers to things like that. But... we will still prepare. And Zacia--uh..." He paused...

Zacian yawned. "Good morning," she said with a sigh. "...Wait, why did I answer to that?" "Your species names," Pop replied. "You are Sword, correct?" "Yeah, I am..." She pawed at the ground, testing her new weight, and then glanced at Zamazenta. "Definitely feels like it's been some time,"...

Light coalesced and changed their forms, ribbons and fur and some kind of steel hide hardening and forming on once had been a descended Mew and a Lucario. The spheres collapsed over their bodies, granting a silver sheen, and then dispelled outward in a rapidly diminishing haze. There they...

Pop nodded. "That storm will be difficult to navigate," he said, "but perhaps with some effort you will be able to guide Diyem if he loses his way." The light flickered. "Ah... They are about to wake up. This will take some time. Feel free to observe..." Their bodies within the spheres were...

"Diyem was once the embodiment of evil and hatred, yes, but I recently learned that he also acquired the powers of a Voice. Not only that, he has become like one. I should have deduced as much early on, frankly..." He sighed. "But... that means he probably has lost his killing touch, at least...

With a nod, Pop looked back to the pair. "I understand you have your reservations, but their hearts are true," Pop said. "They are ready for this. My only real concern... is Diyem."

"...They can't respond at the moment," Pop replied. "They're in a deep trance as they learn how to operate in their new bodies. It's quite intensive; they're going through essentially a year's worth of nonstop training in their dreams." He looked at the pair. "They know to stay here for the...

"I've told them the full extent of their mission to my knowledge," Pop replied. "They know what their goal is--to combat the Eterna corruption that is engulfing the Sea of Wonders--and they know what their last resort is--killing Eien. They are hesitant, but also understand that even Eien had...

The rituals were quick and routine, and soon Bahamut was standing in that same starry room, only this time he had some company. Shield and Sword were both floating, looking pensive and yet unconscious, in spheres of bright, silver light. "I've only just begun," Pop said. Cola was nearby...

As everyone shuffled out, Diyem looked at Owen who remained, nodding. "To the lab, then," he said. "I will make sure this will be a safe transfer... and also make sure Chip doesn't do anything dubious with Mewtwo." [Pop > S0urdough]: It's ready. Feel free to go to Destiny Tower when you are...

Owen says in no uncertain terms that S'more is not someone who can be taken on alone very easily, fake spirit or not. Nothing gets past Owen, but he humors the question anyway. Giratina is not seen in the arena often, but she apparently can be very hard to hit, potentially avoiding three...

"Do not worry," Diyem said. "I've gotten more than enough negativity from you to make this work." He spoke briefly with Nate, showed the core that glowed rhythmically, and then placed it in his own pouch. "In the coming days, perhaps you can see him. He let out a soft sigh. "...That will be...

"Yeah. Sometimes it gives me ide--" Soda paused. "...When you guys fight Prime, make sure you guys are mentally prepared for horrors. Pretty sure he's gonna try to freak you guys out with illusions all over the place."

Soda steadied his breath again, nodding. He sighed, looking down. "I don't know anymore," he said flatly. "I can't help with this. I've told you guys everything I can guess. All I know is... I think when I first got here, something... something changed me. Changed my thoughts. Didn't even...

"This is it, then, dears..." Zekrom said with a smile as that silver sheen returned to her body. Her engine was whirring even louder than the crowd and Incineroar's calls. "I'll admit... you're very good at coordinating your strikes. "But now..." The dust settled. The smoke cleared. Astrid was...

"Yes," Diyem said, looking down. "I will take. Mewtwo into my custody for now. I do not think he will be in any danger." He walked toward the core and gestured for his core, which was, indeed, gently glowing and dimming with life, like it was breathing. After a pause, Diyem nodded and summoned...

"Don't apologize," Soda muttered, his voice empty. "It's not anyone's fault but mine for falling for it in the first place. All this bullshit... If I didn't have any goddamn insecurities this bad that it could take advantage of... If I just was a little more thoughtful and maybe actually gave it...