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"Oh, well... Now that I think about it, a lot of my power did start to come to me at around that time, yes!" Sunny nodded. "I talked with the spirits really often once Eien showed me how. From there, sometimes it feels like they're lending me their strength..." She nodded, sighing. "It's...

"Well, she only passed through for the night... and no, none of the kids were very interested. Then she left. And then some time later, I think it had been a few days... she was back to talk again! She seemed to be in a very cheerful mood, but that she had to leave. She actually was the one who...

"No, he didn't do anything," Cola said quickly, looking away. "I saw Joule get better and we were talking about it, that's all. We were happy for him. And I wondered how Joule got better so fast, and he mentioned that it was because he recombined with Shades and Millijoule and stuff. A-and...

"Heh. Totally." Soda shrugged, looking toward Cola. He seemed more cheerful than usual, but he knew a feigning feeling when he saw one. "Hey. Are you feeling alright?" "Huh? Y-yeah! Totally!" Cola made a nervous little laugh, then looked down. "Hey! This place might be cool to make a treehouse...

"...Reluctant. So does that mean you, too, were able to pick between--time's up. Good luck, everyone."

"I have no comment on this whole... Mafia doctor double business," Alexander added. "I'm going to mull it over and read over my records tonight and come to my conclusions then. Suspicion has been cast on both Wes and Mewtwo at this point, and while I have a natural bias against the latter for...

"I hate all of you," Alexander said, feeling his forehead throb as the sudden onslaught of activity hammered into him. "Where was all of this discussion some time ago?! What, does the looming threat of impending nightfall kick you into gear? You're worse than my soldiers, always waiting until...

[[ Why do you guys keep doing this on the final hour I feel like a professor watching last-minute assignment submissions. I don't have time to respond to any of this properly, we have like 15 minutes left, I'll try to conjure together what I can. ]]

"Eien, Eien... Oh! Yes, I do remember her! She was an odd Pokemon. I've never seen anyone like her before. So large, too, practically a Wailord in the sky! It was actually a coincidence that we met at all... If I remember right, one of the kids had run off at night and found a little hangout...

"We'll be unbeatable in no time!" Cola jumped out of Soda's fur and to the far end of the clearing. "Mellow used to live here and Bahamut used to meditate here but now it's mostly abandoned. It's perfect!" "Yeah, perfect, sure," Soda mumbled. "Damn long walk, though..." "Aw, it's not so bad."...

Buffet nodded, deciding not to bother Cynthian too much. "Oh? A few questions?" Sunny asked as a Cyndaquil popped out of her hair, having been hidden all this time.

"I believe so," Buffet said. Sunny stepped a little closer, sensing Cynthian's empty anguish. "Did... it not go well at all? Oh—I'm sorry..." "Would you like me to walk you home?" Buffet offered.

[[Hello everyone, I am at the dentist. Sending what I had last night before I passed out. This was intended for many hours ago]] "And so once again," Alexander said, "we have no headway on who wishes to vote for someone. On the day when perhaps it is the most crucial." He crossed his arms. "I...

A silent trip later, Cynthian's body felt weighted and rooted in reality once again. Buffet sighed, looking at Sunny, who had gone back to tending to the kids again. "Oh! You're back! It's been a while," Sunny said. "How are things?" "Well... unfortunately, we couldn't find what we needed, but...

Slowly, Buffet drifted back the way they came. It was a faster trip since he knew the way back properly, no wandering around the astral plane, and he glanced back uncertainly at Cynthian as he went. One of her wing-tendrils wrapped around the Roserade. "You'll get through this," he said. "You...

"It's possible. There are a lot of reasons this could happen. But that's one. Don't... You shouldn't fret over this too much, Cynthian..." Buffet had told Cynthian to prepare for the possibility that they may not be able to find her. Though, it seemed that saying she was prepared, and actually...

"I've searched all I could, Cynthian," Buffet said. "I'm not getting an answer. She must... one way or another, still be in your world, or perhaps does not want to respond. There's nothing I can do, Cynthian. It's beyond me..."

"...Sometimes," Buffet said gently, "spirits may not be available to be seen, for one reason or another. The spirit could be unwilling, or they could be somewhere else and busy with some other duty..." Buffet hummed. "Or they could still be alive, and I can't easily access the world they're in...

"We... should be..." Buffet frowned, looking around a few times, and then slowing his flight down. "...Mm... Cynthian..." He hesitated. They had been exploring for quite a while across the astral sea, and... "I don't... oh, how can I explain this..."

"Helps to trace spirits back," Buffet said. "It's a little complicated, but it does make things easier... The time of passing is also helpful. Mmm... Hmmm..." He trailed off, frowning, making a few strange turns while they were traveling. He glanced back occasionally. "Tell me more about her...