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"I can go into stasis whenever I feel like it, child," Necrozma said. "But I need to keep an eye on you and your obviously-cooler twin." He jerked his head in Flame's direction.

"Offended?" Necrozma hovered right past to loom over Owen. "If there's any offense to be had here, it's from me toward you, blasphemer." He tapped the lower left part of his head.

"Excellent deflection. A brilliant use of the old juvenile 'I know you are but what am I?' tactic." Necrozma golf-clapped while watching Owen cuddle the blanket like he was fresh out of his egg. "So, in addition to recruiting a woefully unbalanced team, our benefactor thought it wise to recruit...

"This place is nothing but dirt floors and stone walls. I doubt you'd set anything on fire." Necrozma watched Owen and, of course, ignored Diyem's stupid question. Owen looked like an easily-suggestible, gullible little lizard. Easy influenced by someone like Diyem. "What would you even need a...

"A like story." Necrozma crossed his arms. "You were trying to complete some sort of daemonic ritual with that fake charizard you call a boss." He glanced at the pot. "Even if you weren't, do you really think the best way to help the group keep a low profile after that zangoose's spat is to go...

"That zangoose miscreant decided to loot a store while it was unoccupied," Necrozma growled. "He and those who tried to stop him were assaulted by a Phantom... who was chased off by someone using holy light." He lifted his right hand and looked at it. "There was a tired-looking smeargle who fell...

With the rest of the group collectively shrugging off the charmander kid's clearly-nefarious ritual, Necrozma decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached the flames and raised his hands to draw light in from the fire. It gradually decreased, then Necrozma released the tiniest burst...

Pain. Pain and... fatigue? It had been aeons since Necrozma could honestly tell the two apart, but as he floated into the area that was apparently designated for them to sleep, he noticed Owen sleeping in the fire and froze. "Is nobody going to drag him out of there before he finishes whatever...

If it's taken care of, be sure he's put under house arrest. I don't want to see him setting foot out of the Dojo unless he's going to offer himself up as a distraction to confuse Magikarp.

Necrozma watched the smeargle... fall into a portal? He brought his arms close to his chest. His shudders had grown so strong. "Liiight... liiight... need..." Though he wanted to arrest that zangoose before it could cause any more problems, the pain was too much. He sank off the roof, clinked...

There had been a commotion. A spike in auras in a way that made Necrozma's core rattle. However, rather than converge on all the auras, he opted to watch from the roof of the Dojo. There, he could only dig his claws in at what he saw. An honest-to-god Phantom trying to go after that oaf of a...

Necrozma decided that, if this Zane character somehow survived, he'd have to be put under house arrest until he could be turned over to the proper authorities.

"Enjoy the stars, Mister Celeste." Necrozma bowed, then floated off without a particular destination in mind.

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"Purely psychic. I lost my other type with all of my light." Small bits of pink expanded in the visible part of Necrozma's brain prism. "This is... all I can do to cobble together what's left of what I lost. It's not pleasant having your legs serve as your arms and segments of your old tail...

"I have nothing to introduce. I'm just a worthless phantom."

"Well, perhaps there's more at play with him and his team... but he's still trying to take down the magikarp." Necrozma's gaze fell to the floor. "If a third-party were trying to take advantage of this situation to prey upon this world, don't you think Diyem would've told us upfront?"

"He supplied me with light to ease my pain. Diyem did not take that pain away when he made this new body." A twinge of gold flittered about Necrozma's legs. "Those who can wield light in a manner beyond basic attacks must have a measure of purity to their souls... else the light would turn them...

"But why didn't Arceus summon them, then? They're apparently the one in charge of this world," Necrozma growled. "Let me put it another way: why is Diyem having us be so cautious toward Truffle? If we're on the same side, shouldn't we want to fully cooperate with him?"

"He's not trying to kill us directly. He's trying to sacrifice us to the beast that made Magikarp gigantic." Necrozma crossed his arms. "I had a very interesting conversation with Truffle earlier. He said that this world's actually been under threat from a daemon before. One by the name of Dark...