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Oh, Bahamut's. "I see." Maple would have to have a talk with Bahamut later. "Well, that Eternatus is very far and away right now, possibly an entire plane of existence separating us. We have never heard nor seen an Eternatus of your nature within this network of Ultra Space. Without that...

Oh no. One of those people. "I see," Maple replied politely. "...You are aware that Eternatus is a threat to the world, correct?" This was probably some kind of hellspawn that came off one of Team Spectrum's more fragmented members. Who could it be this time?

A few seconds passed with only a dull hum filling the silence, as if Maple's body's sheer presence was vaguely audible. "I suppose I am," she said. "You... I don't recognize you. But you're an Ultra Shade. Who are you?"

As it turned out, the thing that it had hung the signs on had been two spikes on Maple's back. The leviathan had been curled up and focusing for the time being in her front yard (the door was slightly too small) with her back turned to the street. She must have been mistaken for a wall. She...

"Well, someone's formal," Nutmeg remarked, crossing her arms and folding her wings. Mew slid from Nutmeg's forehead, down her back, and onto her shoulder. "Sure, we'd love to help," Pita said. "What's going on?"

"Ah, ah, don't move too much. Those explosions really do a number on you warriors..." Zinc sighed. "Okay. Stay put and don't strain yourself, alright? I need to go and check on some other patients." And with that, the Goodra left them to their own devices.

"Pretty much," Soda said, shrugging. "I mean, unless you're in one of those worlds where literally everyone but you is fake, and everyone else was just a simulation. Never ran into a world like that but it's one of those hypotheticals. That's also a fucked reality." Soda tapped his chin...

"Guess that's everything," Owen said, nodding. "See you, Maple! And, uh, nice true form!" "Thank you?" Maple said, not sure if that was meant to be a compliment or something else. "...Do you really think Cibus would accept this?" "Doesn't everyone know what Flesh really looks like?" Owen...

After some redirection, Cynthian was able to finally find who she was looking for. They made their way out of the Expedition Headquarters and into the Lively Town square, clearly looking for someone that had summoned them. "Oh, there!" Mew said, landing between Nutmeg's eyes. "Which way...

Hi Brisa! Cal, don't bug her.

...Uh. What? Bahamut mentioned someone like this guy before... um, so, you know that the Eien we're going after isn't the same as... whatever you have at Bahamut's world, right? This dude sounds like a nut. Cal giggled. Bet he'd be great at parties. I dunno about that...

"Every world's a little different," Soda said, looking up. "I dunno what my world's one is like, if it has one, since, y'know, lockout and all that. If it doesn't, then the spirits drift in the Overworld until they find another reality to live in. Worlds that don't have an afterlife basically...

Cream nodded. "That must have been... quite the wakeup call," she said. "You know, if you'd like to talk about that . . ." The interview went on for quite a while. Occasionally they delved into chats about 'Luxray things' here and there, and at times it felt a lot like they had delved into...

Cream nodded, smiling. "That sounds like a wonderful thing to tell yourself," she said. "Perhaps something all of us can learn from time to time. Consider especially for us in Destiny Village the fact that... well, as much as we want to help others, we should also be helping ourselves when we can."

"Fuck no," Soda replied with a dismissive wave. "For one, I'm not stupid. I've run into a bunch of his kind at this point and yeah they're mostly super powerful and Creator-ly, but they've got different shades. Not gonna go off conflating one with another. I had a shit one. Pop's alright. He's...

"Don't remember," Soda said, looking off. "Decades ago. I just remember being angry and confused and scared and... I guess the details about what she said were all gone." He took a deep drink and sighed roughly. "I just remember she wasn't sorry."

"I imagine there would be many places that would be more grateful of your help," Cream said, though she said it delicately. Not like she knew the whole story, after all, and this interview was going to be part of a series of them with Team Spectrum. There was a lot to talk about. "I heard,"...

"They used Surf," Zinc said, sighing. "It's going to take a while to clean that all out from all the nooks and crannies..."

"That's awful," Cream remarked. "A thankless world like that... I do hope there's a way you can turn things around. But a society like that could take time... I can't even imagine. Does your world have any leaders that could possibly make that change? If you're so strong and so prominent... do...

"That's a very noble thing to desire if your whole job is helping," Cream said. "I see that in a lot of people in forces like the one you're part of--both as a ranger and as part of Team Spectrum. But... I need to ask, Brisket. It sounds as though back home, you don't get that same thanks...