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Soda clicked his claws. "Let's say, hypothetically, Pop here is probably some cultist in the making, too. Pure evil down to his core. Even still, there's gonna be a ton of people who were raised to think that he's this chill cool dude, right? Have that repeated to you long enough and boom...

"Yeah, it's not," Soda replied, narrowing his eyes back. "Because unlike the sort of brainwashing back in a human world, this one involved an actual god. I dunno if she always believed that a little, or if maybe that Arceus decided to flip a few million neurons. But the look in her eye wasn't...

The serpentine bug-dragon's face seemed to twitch into a smile, though without any pupils it was hard to tell what she was looking at. "I mean, that's true," Owen said. "You definitely look mighty." And it also explained why her home had to be so big. Would she fit through the door anymore...

And to that, a small, yet sickened grin crossed the Zoroark's face. "You'd be surprised how far someone would want to go in the name of God... But something tells me you're real familiar with that. Who knows what got in her head? Warped her view until she was someone totally different. I'll...

"Hold still, hold still," Zinc said, getting what seemed to be a few berries. "You really did a number to the dorms, didn't you? Well, it's a good thing you guys are getting new homes."

"I'm sorry for that," Cream said, nodding as more notes were scribbled down. "It sounds like you value your work a great deal. What would you say that you value the most?" she asked.

Cream nodded, eyes attentive, and she jotted down a few notes here and there. This was largely Brisa's interview, but one note in particular seemed to catch her attention. "You work alone," she said, "but not by choice?"

"That won't be a problem," Cream said, and it looked like she was already getting her supplies ready, particularly her recording badge. She'd prompted Brisa about it prior and it being standard procedure to take notes later. "I think I have a good starter," she said. "Now, that's all set...

After the somewhat rough encounter with Toffee and the following cleanup of battle debris and the water that started the whole mess, the lounge was back in working order, and Cream wasn't any the wiser to what might have happened there. Instead, the Luxray smiled at the other. "Well, this seems...

"Why did you go for Smeargle, anyway?" Cal asked. "Smeargle are unique in that they can replicate any move at all with enough practice," Maple said. "It was a convenient cover." "Oh." Cal figured that made sense, looking at Owen, who seemed contemplative. "Dad?" "I... can't tell how strong...

[Tamato > S0urdough]: Never mind, I can!

[Tamato > S0urdough]: I don't know if I can take off my horns here, though.

There was a pause. Then: [Tamato > S0urdough]: Do you think Ultra Shades can go on dates? She might come to me for relationship advice.

[Tamato > S0urdough]: And? Nothing wrong with calling your 'daughter' cute. She needs to know that anyway. I don't want her to feel like a monster.

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: I mean, I can kinda see it... [Calorie > Team Spectrum]: Okay but cute? [Tamato > Team Spectrum]: You're not exactly normal looking and you're pretty cute. Calorie is typing... It stopped. Calorie is typing... It stopped. [Calorie > Team Spectrum]: Okay.

"Tch..." Soda didn't like to talk about it, but Dave already knew so much that he supposed others finding out through Dave was better than revealing it to someone sensitive or openly compassionate who'd only make it a big deal. Dave was the best option. "Who knows. I got killed before whatever...

Attached: an image of Maple in her unleashed form. [Calorie -> Team Spectrum]: So apparently Joule thinks Maple looks cute like this.

"...Toffee," Zinc concluded with a sigh. "We did put signs up not to surf in the dorms..." "Poor idiot," Poffin remarked. The Slaking looked like he had just run a marathon. "Toffee's scary when she's mad. No wonder you guys have her at the front..." "As long as she isn't caught off guard,"...

Toffee was trembling and her eyes were wide. "Did you not... read the sign? Or did you... ignore it... Do you have any idea... how much damage this causes? How much work goes into cleaning it out? Have you... even... THOUGHT?" Toffee shook even more and the winds were picking up. A nearby bed...

"...This is the smallest I'm capable of when not using a suppressing form."