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Zinc puffed and looked over another basket of plants that had been meticulously and carefully uprooted. "This batch looks good," she told Mellow in her usual, soft tone. "Brr... Very cold out here. I guess with your Fire it isn't so bad, but... you do seem a different from normal Charmeleon that...

S'more paused, then glanced back, his frown deepening. "I believe you misunderstand me," he said, and then went back to pacing. "I'm not naive. I didn't live as Arceus' right hand without knowing how to be wary of my surroundings, even in places that would be considered safe. While I may be...

"Mm. I see." S'more hopped off of the bag and walked toward the other end of the room, pacing in silence as Vix continued her explanation and her theorizing, and finally her proposal. "You believe that all of the evidence appears to be pointing to me," he said. "The evidence we'd barely managed...

The more Vix spoke, the more those flames on S'more's head seemed to subside and stabilize into something that could be equated to stone-faced. "Yes, why me indeed," S'more hummed, sitting up in the beanbag that he had been resting in. "I do wonder why my strike and essence had been replicated...

"Hmm? Ah, of course, certainly." S'more nodded with a confident smile. "Are you having trouble finding your new home, by chance? I believe the directions given weren't very specific aside from the street name." As usual, there didn't seem to be anything suspicious about his behavior.

"Arceus doesn't want me going there," Cola said with a frown. "I think I should stay behind... It still seems dangerous and I don't wanna get sucked in all that chaos."

"I bet," Cola agreed, nodding. "I heard that Soda's busy doing some sleuthing for possible spies, though. He's probably too busy right now... Maybe after you guys save the Worldcore we can hang out with him!"

Buffet nodded. "I will do what I can, when I can." That was really all he could offer. It was quite a task... but thanks to matters of Blacklight, emotional easing for things like this had a higher priority than normal. This was well within Buffet's priorities.

"Oh," said Buffet with a gentle nod. "I could certainly try to. It's not always easy, you know. It would depend on a lot of factors. Some worlds are less open than others, and some worlds don't keep track of where their inhabitants go after death, so they could be anywhere in the beyond. Not as...

"Oh, dear, I certainly hope so. It's been so strange trying to sort through my thoughts..." He sighed. "Thank you. I won't be able to help you during the fight in the Worldcore, but... do try to save Sword and get her out of there. I think after that happens, things will go back to normal... Er...

It was one of the other floors, and Buffet was curled up in a little resting position in the corner of the room. He looked a little different, with slightly more orange scales and that flame on his tail was still there. Most curiously, Buffet's eyes had turned a striking blue. "Oh, Cynthian!"...

"A team name, huh?" Cola repeated, looking giddy from all the prospects of being their own little team. "I know. I know. How about we get me, you guys, and Soda together and we'll call ourselves... Team Usurpers! Because we're gonna punch God!"

Red shook his head. What more could he provide? He supposed there was his time under Giovanni's control. It was so surreal. He felt as if he'd been fighting alongside a partner, or that it was just the right thing to do. Now that he was free of that corruption, it all seemed so wrong...

"I'll watch 'em," Soda said, frowning. "But it's probably just because he has the hots for Maple and she doesn't really return it." But it was still worth keeping an eye on. Love could make people do crazy things, including treason. His name, though. Soda pondered it, tapping his cheek. "Well,"...

"Bean's the one person I'm not gonna be able to spy on," Soda replied flatly. "He has multiple bodies worldwide. If he's a spy, he's impossible to track because he's in ten different places at once. Just won't work... So you talk to him if you like. Maybe bring Owen with you, ask if he's...

And to that, Wishkeeper ran a hand along his forehead in thought. "I suppose I should talk to Owen about that," he said. "He means well. But some things he cannot help. But I suspect such things will only dredge up old memories for Brisa, won't it? What Psychic does not reflexively glean the...

"Of course," said Wishkeeper, nodding. "Mm... so you're aware. Brisa doesn't seem to be. Owen has been unsure about asking Brisa about it. But it's plainly obvious." He hummed, thoughtful. "Owen plays innocent because he used to truly be that way. In some ways he is grasping onto that innocence...

"Hmmm..." Wishkeeper genuinely considered this. "Part of my old profession was knowing a great deal about those I spoke with. I suppose I can dip into that old habit... Not that Perceive keeps me bound to it regardless." He nodded to himself, though he looked like he was preparing to return to...

"That would be wise," Wishkeeper said. "She may have a distaste for therapists since they're mostly psychic, but there's no harm in airing the idea to her. Owen goes to one, after all, even here. I think it helps keep his feelings in check. Particularly the Blacklight ones." Wishkeeper...

"I see." Wishkeeper nodded. "I have no such manifestations. I am just large. Looming, imposing, intimidating. To keep others from bringing harm. Perhaps in a way I am what you wished to be, even though Owen in reality wants these wings to be to hold as many against his chest as possible." To...