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It wasn't for a while, but he eventually did speak again, long enough that his voice was even. "...The last thing I told her... was that I hoped she'd get what was coming to her for overstepping what the Overseers had laid out. She wasn't supposed to interfere with Dark Matters. They had called...

"Oh yeah? Check on me? See how I'm doing? Yeah, right!" Another wayward beam carved more wet snow into nothing but vapor. "You're just like all the others. Just like that dumb Decidueye or that overgrown Charizard. Go away! You're just here to mock me!" It was a sorry sight. Xernatus was...

"Go away!" A beam of red energy crackled through the air and vaporized the snow in a thin path, but it didn't feel all that strong compared to what Koa had dealt with in the past. It also completely gave away where it was--hiding in the gloom of a particularly thick part of the forest.

"Mmh." Diyem looked off, claws digging into his thighs. His mouth leaked with Shadows and his chest thumped with a pulse of darkness. "Of course. Thank... you. But you don't have to say anything further." He seemed to be in pain. "I..." More silence. His flame was dim. "I don't... want to lose...

Diyem didn't look at Nate. His tail grew and fell, showing his thoughts. Toast rolled closer and headbutted his foot and Diyem raised it, furrowing his brow. "Grr..." Diyem sighed and brought his foot back down. Toast rolled onto it and Diyem kicked up, like it was a routine. Toast landed next...

"You could," Fugu said. "Which body do you prefer? How would you feel if, one day, you shifted to your Zeraora form... and found that it became 'solid?' That you could no longer go back, truly?"

"A human... Much like your father. Do you think that could have any relation to it? After all, when it comes to humanity, I do not think... there is much relation to it other than that." Fugu was still in the phase of bringing up all of these thoughts so Brisa could explore them thoroughly. So...

"I don't know," Diyem said, and his shifting body language suggested he didn't want to think about it, either. "I only hope that... I can speak to her and apologize later. If she would forgive me..."

And suddenly, the ground right in front of Dave exploded with energy. Bits of dirt got in his fur. The ground in front of him crackled with a silvery energy that felt like it would burn his very spirit if he stepped inside. "You can't just say that like it doesn't matter," Yellow said in a...

"Illegitimate," repeated Fugu. "Why do you think that? Does your form matter? Or is it a symbol for becoming what you'd idolized?" Fugu decided not to comment on Owen. He'd gotten stuck in the hallway during his most recent session.

Fugu tilted her head. A typical body language, one that she made when Brisa had said something perhaps profound toward herself. Something that Brisa could focus on. "Is that distinction important to you?" she asked.

It was like the whole air of the Primordial Forest had changed just then. Everything seemed a little quieter; the trees were cautiously somber. And the smirk on Yellow's face had frozen, then melted into a frown. "What the fuck did you say?" he asked, only audible because everything else had...

Fugu nodded. "I have," she said. "It was mostly speculation, or considered a trick of the eye, but perhaps it really did happen. You'd become a Zeraora... if only for a short while." Fugu tapped her blade, thoughtful. "That species means a lot to you." She'd learned as such from so many of their...

"It is fine," Fugu said. "There was an opening in my schedule... But there is something different about you." She regarded Brisa, but then allowed her to step inside. There was always some basic talking before their usual fights, if only to get a sense of the subject matter. "Congratulations on...

Yellow gave Dave a harsh look, a combination of skepticism and contempt. "...Y'know, if anyone else tried telling me this, I'd think they're just trying to trick me," he said, "but now I'm wondering if you're being controlled or some shit. You're talking nonsense. There's no way Green would just...

That struck a nerve. It only showed briefly when his flame crackled and flared, but his expression remained neutral. "While under Xerneas' influence, it didn't cross my mind," he said. "...I didn't speak much with her..."

"Aaaah." Soda waved nonchalantly at Dave. "What's the big deal? So I forgot some of the details. That's what happens when you leave something alone for a few years." If Soda was giving off any reaction, it might have been hidden by illusions. "What's so special about Green? He was just the one...

"Hmmm..." More concerning pauses. "...Possibly, yes. Though, I didn't have much control over you when I was indisposed in the Tree of Life. Then again, I had the foresight to keep you all more separate from me. That may not last forever if I am fully controlled... I would normally say, I...

"Hmm..." The fact that Diyem had to consider it was worrying. "I think your world is too far away for it to be a concern for you specifically. If this were to be set upon the Overworld, it may take ages to reach yours, assuming it isn't stopped by greater powers. ...Though, the fact that you're...

Soda scowled a little, then glanced at the sky for something. "Yeah, I remember," he said. On his mane there was a yellow bauble, which matched Soda's description of things. "What, just because I can't remember something from a while ago, suddenly my memories are all messed up?"