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"...Well... everything about Dark Matter is strange," Nutmeg said after considering Cynthian's words. "But... no, I don't think he said anything that weird. I mean--" "Well... there was one thing." Pita glanced at Nutmeg, then Mew. "Remember how he said he had a vision?" "Oh, right. I mean...

"...There is an organization," Diyem said, "that spans worlds and realities and possibly everywhere one day. Known as the Overseers. Imagine a Guild... but for realities upon realities. When a threat spans worlds and universes, they are often the ones who step in. Frankly, I'm surprised Maple's...

Diyem sighed, wondering if Brisa realized that she was being both curt with him and patient at the same time. Not that it mattered too much. He'd been holding this for a while, and he knew that several others had been trying to pry information out of him for a while. Now that everything was all...

To this, Nutmeg and Pita looked at one another confusedly, then back at Cynthian. "Well..." "Hey, let's find a spot to sit," Nutmeg added, leading them to some benches nearby where a few kids were playing in the plaza near the center of the small town square. "Dark Matter..." Pita sighed. "I...

"Tss..." Diyem looked away again, claws leaving little imprints in his arms. He'd been thinking about this a lot. "I don't know," he replied. "Her mind might be far and away by now, and her body is massive and powerful. She might be a danger to Cibus and beyond if she becomes out of control...

"Nnngh..." Diyem figured that she would get right to business. For some reason the displeasure was less pleasant than he'd hoped. "It's complicated. When I was beyond the material plane, I have a higher tolerance and resistance to... positive feelings. For one, I couldn't properly die there. I...

"Gh--I didn't notice you." Diyem looked back with what might have been a growl back. "Brisa, hello." He looked at the chefs in the back kitchen going to work, then felt that, indeed, he was going to wait on a nearby bench. "I suppose I am becoming accustomed to not being covert about myself...

It was nice to be a Charizard again. But ultimately, Diyem couldn't trust Owen with getting the right kinds of ingredients or takeout for his 'night' with Xerneas, so he elected to go by himself after some convincing toward the Lifebringer. The shady part of town was pleasant to him, in a...

[Maple > S0urdough]: I really hope it's just a phase. [Joule > S0urdough]: Do you suppose your new friend has a name? Maple's taken to calling him Null for now.

[Maple > S0urdough]: Isn't he supposed to help you? What if he actually conjures a way to kill people with Maple stopped typing. She seems to be thinking. [Maple > S0urdough]: attaching a knife to his chest and running really fast?

"Buncha self-important pricks who go around the Overworld telling people they're doing it wrong," Soda summarized. Then, after a pause, he sighed and grudgingly said, "They're folks who do what we do, but with more organization. Think of it like... a Guild except, like, all. And only for...

[Maple > S0urdough]: Your Ultra Shade is preaching about Eternatus like a Born Again Arcean, you know. He put a signpost on my back. Attached: a blurry image of the signpost with Maple's massive paw just in-frame.

"Maple, did we not encounter someone like this a few worlds ago, mentioning the everlasting love of Necrozma while I was wrapped in a giant Mimikyu disguise?" Joule whispered back. "Not the same." Maple nodded at it. "Well... Null, I'll call you for now. If you would like a proper name later...

"Bit of an odd one, isn't he?" Joule whispered to Maple, who only shrugged dismissively. "I'm sure there are a lot of things your patron considers beautiful," Maple said, deciding not to comment on the fact that, according to Bahamut, his Eternatus did not feel much of anything. "I do not think...

"Deities?" Joule asked, humming. "Are we deities? We've been called that before. I'm not much of a Creator, though. And I don't really hold authority over an aspect of any world's creation." "Well, some call Bahamut a deity, and he denies that quite a lot." "There is something divine bout the...

"Perhaps," Joule replied, humming. "But they will be remembered regardless, and perhaps one day the memories shall return. They have a funny way of doing that, in time, you see. One way or another. And even if perhaps their time together is fleeting, is that not any different from so many other...

Maple said nothing. Meanwhile, Joule drifted closer and said, "Well, if you don't have a name... Perhaps I can give one to you? I do not know if you should be so accepting of your role as a 'tool' as you say. Many of the Ultra Shades are forging partnerships with their creators, you know."

"...Your current ego is not even a day old." "Oh, who is this?" Joule asked. "I don't think I recognize this one..." Leaning out from within the home was a second, much smaller Joule--the light-based segments that Joule was missing. Maple quietly explained to Joule her guesses, and then...

Despite lacking pupils or eyebrows, it seemed like Maple was deadpanning at it. With a sigh that expelled a bit of Radiant mist from her nostrils, she tilted her head upward. "Joule!" "Yes?" someone called from within the home. "Someone's here to see you." "Ah, company!" A black, crystalline...

And this thing was technically a part of Joule? Worrisome. "You are aware that you are a replica of Bahamut's figments, correct? Esper, I know that finding out the truth about Bahamut was traumatizing, but I don't know if attempting to accept this... whatever it is will be helpful."