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Cal shrugged. "In a world like this one, maybe they're just making themselves stronger. It practically feels like stuff like hope and friendship has tangible effects... D'you think it can be measured here? Like it's an actual energy reading that one of Chip's devices would be able to detect? I...

This went on for a short while as the idle buzz of other Colosseum goers came and went, but the mornings were generally quiet. That made it a lot easier to feel the ground rumble with the familiar footfalls of the oversized Charizard. The steps were normal at first, but then there was a stumble...

Karat had visited the infirmary briefly, but there wasn't anything Zinc or the others could do. Karat, meanwhile, did not answer aside from curt texts and no revelations of where Karat had gone. Chip, meanwhile, said that there have indeed been blips of Mewtwo energy now and then, this time...

"Maybe..." Cal sighed, looking conflicted again. She tapped her claws together. "Gonna miss Dad I guess. Gonna always wonder how he's doing. Maybe one day we'll meet again and stuff, or something, even if it's, like, way, way later. I might look totally different..." She sighed. "Whatever, I...

"Yeah, uh, yours is kinda weird," Cal said. "Hope we don't actually get crazy strong... or maybe we mellow out. How did Eien seem to you, huh?" She tilted her head. "Aside from Diyem, I think you're the only one who even knows what she sounds like."

"Put my foot down, huh..." Cal pondered the idea, but she seemed to hit another mental wall. Her golden embers flickered. "What... do I want...?"

"The only one who'd know the answer to that would be Diyem, and he's... probably jaded." Cal looked down. "I don't get how they fell for each other to begin with. I mean, I guess I can kinda see it, but..." She flexed her wings. "That... sort of comes to my next thing. I guess as all this is...

"At least you don't agonize over it like an edgy teen," Cal said. "...Anymore. Openly." She flopped around a little, slamming her half-corporeal fists on the rooftop, then settled back down, like it helped her think. "I feel like they don't get it," she said. "Right now everyone's talking like...

"Trivial stuff compared to the shit you deal with," Cal replied openly, flopping with a semisolid flump as she spread her wings to the sun. "But I don't really want to be around Dad right now. Either of them. Like, Daddy Darkness is depressing as hell, and Daddy Light is trying to cheer me up...

"Oh." Cal shifted her wings, like she didn't believe him, but then looked up at the sky. "Well, can I mope with you?"

"Yo, Ba'mut." Ethereal wingflaps led to one of the many Owens to land next to Bahamut. Cal, the to-be-Eternatus, if everyone's guesses were correct, but also the not-daughters of Owen. The host Charizard was a bit of a chatterbox, so word had spread a little about who Cal really was. "Moping...

Buffet had been given S'more and Xerneas to properly get their bodies ready. Apparently, they are going to need temporary, mortal ones until Pop can prepare their properly Ascended ones again. The false S'more and Xernatus, Buffet seemed unsure about. "But I doubt Pop wants them dead," Buffet...

Diyem nodded. "That should do it, then," he said. "Everyone, this is our timeline. First, we will gather as much information, and attempt as much treatment, as we can regarding the Eterna Parasites and Blacklight Mewtwo. In the meantime, Arceus will work on whatever boon he has been developing...

"Mm. But if we go too soon, I fear some of us may not yet be ready. I heard from Pop that apparently, even before we went to the Tree, he has been trying to develop something that may help us."

"I'm thinking of ways to get through now," Diyem said to both of them, "but my first guess is that we will be able to break through... perhaps very easily, but only us--those who are immune to the effects of Eterna energy... or can at least resist them." Diyem nodded, curling his tail around...

"Hmmmmhhh... Eien is the more immediate threat. Soda on the moon appears to still be waiting for something. If we can halt that, perhaps it will buy us more time... but... We must still monitor it as much as we can. If Soda got what he wanted, we would have already lost. We are halting...

"Hmmh... Maybe." Yellow crossed his arms. "But we gotta be careful, y'know. If either of us die, or even the last one, Prime's going to get our memories. And then he might know we're scheming, and who knows what'll set him off after that... And just so y'know, I don't like this whole... torture...

"...Hmm..." Cal rubbed her chin. "What if we threatened Flesh?" "C-Cal!" Owen gasped. "We aren't threatening Flesh! He's innocent in all this!" "I didn't mean threaten for real, I meant put up a short! Like, maybe we fake-torture him for information, or fake-starve him, or I dunno, plant him...

"We'd probably have to ask Soda himself about that," Owen said, gesturing to the air a few of his paces away from him, near the wall. Seconds later, Owen brought a hand to a particular spot by his side and caught a suddenly-visible bottle of beer. "Fuck you, I was tryna relax," the Substitute...

"A Zoroark detector would normally be easy," Joule said, "but the problem with Soda in particular is his talents involve prevent signals from going out at all. He, er... I do not think Chip's methods will work. We have to predict him rather than detect him."