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"Very young. You must have been born into a life of duty and responsibility." Fugu nodded. "What did you do for fun?" Simple questions, and now Fugu brought both scalchops back in their natural sheaths on her arms.

"The part that's tired," Fugu said with a nod. "You have quite a reputation in Destiny Village. One of ambition and duty, and of course the fighting. You're among the most 'Guildly' of your team, like you'd been part of a rescue team your whole life." She began to inspect her other scalchop.

Near the beginning of the street of houses meant for Team Spectrum was a large home suited for Pokemon meant for open air or otherwise bulky frames. And while not appropriate for their legal owners, it was at least something accommodating for the ultra Shades that accompanied them, such as...

"Hm. A break." Fugu nodded. "What does Sombra usually do?" She walked behind her desk and unsheathed one of her keratin scalchops, inspecting an edge. It seemed dull.

The more Nate talked, the more it seemed that Mewtwo's attention was drawn away from the book, until, near the end, he closed it and let it drift to the side by his Psychic power. "I am fairly certain I am Giovanni, and he is Silver," Mewtwo said coolly. "You're going to need a lot more than a...

"Ehh... Maybe." Soda sighed. "Yeah, that's possible. Whatever. If that's the case, we just gotta stay cautious until we see them make another move, eh?"

He was once again reading a book. This one seemed to be dealing with Destiny Village architectural history. Mewtwo looked up from his book and smiled at them his usual, cold smile. "You have?" he asked. "I'm so curious what you think it is." "It's me, idiot. Or so they think." Lunala had to...

As promised, Diyem was waiting for Nate and Starr at the entrance to the holding cells. Despite everything, nothing seemed to have changed in the area. Diyem looked irritable, arms crossed and tail flicking. "Make this quick," he muttered. "Xerneas is waiting and it took a lot of convincing for...

Lunala tapped a wing against the other, eyes closed in thought. "...If it will settle things, then I'll go with you," he said. "But don't expect it to go well. And I expect fair treatment. I haven't done anything wrong." <><><>

That jail is difficult for anyone but Arceus to escape. If there's any time to do so, it would be now... But you're right. There's no telling. Perhaps I should be there with you to observe. Hmm... and related to that. It seems that whatever memories were transplanted... or whatever pieces...

...You know. Diyem paused, then continued. Some time ago, I entered Owen's home, and there was a tree in the bedroom. It waved at me. At this point, I'll believe anything. Lunala continued to stand there, perhaps mulling over everything in his head. He ended up not flying away--where would he...

This one warrants a scene.

"...How, though?" Soda eventually said, arms crossed. "The dude isn't exactly someone that can hide easily. And people probably know where he is at all times. Like, I don't get how he'd be able to do something like that... Then again, he's Pop, so..." He sighed. "...But what would he gain from...

"...Pop." Soda looked off. "The only sort of person who can do shit like that is someone who already has power over the spirit. Really narrows down the list to someone who's got divine power."

"Oh." Soda hesitated, then deflated a little. "Right. ...Sorry. Well, no. Wasn't me." He wasn't looking at Dave directly. He seemed tense. "I figure whoever it was has some massive power to be able to grab someone by the soul, though..."

"Tch." Soda scowled at Dave. "I'm getting real sick of everyone staring at me just because I'm a Zoroark. Fuck off already." He tried to turn away, but his movements failed him and he only managed to tilt. "...If I was the spy, d'you really think I'd be so obvious that I'd just throw illusions...

"...Well, that's weird," Soda replied flatly, looking at the ceiling. He seemed too tired to be assed to say anything else that'd be helpful. "What kinda spy goes and saves you guys? You sure it's not some other guy?"

"I see..." Fugu hummed, thoughtful. "Then you are here perhaps because of what Sombra is asking? I will admit... I didn't expect a Shadow to behave benevolently. I have a lot to learn about them."

"...Mm. And what is your Shadow saying?" Fugu pressed on her door, which lit up where she'd touched. It slid open a second later, revealing a rocky environment that smelled like the ocean. It was a wonder how it had been customized so thoroughly, but it almost looked like a genuine oceanside...

"Mm. I see." Fugu walked down the hall, only a few doors down. "How have you been managing your, mm, Shadows, as they are called? I do believe that is what Owen often refers to when speaking in the lounge. Very talkative. We like talkative."