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Protein nodded. "You've been... sleeping out in the woods this whole time? Like that one Charmander, er... Mellow, was her name? You know, you all have some really odd names..."

"Yes. I actually suspect that this was the fate of the Shades that you killed..." Joule hummed, thoughtful. "I do wonder... does that mean, possibly, that all of your companions could be..." He trailed off. "Well... no. Perhaps not..." He leaned toward the jar, nodding. "Yes. Of course. Please...

Cabot's attacks were truly devastating, but they were also striking at what appeared to be a false disguise of some kind. They hit the mask, the costume, and yet somehow Leg had avoided it entirely! The actual costume she wore, though... But three hits looked like it had horribly damaged the...

Incineroar was excitedly announcing the match's beginning now that al the fighters were there. The same kinds of hype that he was so used to dishing out, and yet never tired of it. Leg's eyes beamed. "And here we go, everybody!" called Incineroar. "Are our fighters ready? Then we... shall...

"Uh, looking for something?" called someone from around the corner--it appeared to be a Salamence who happened to be passing by. Protein tilted his head, then folded his wings back. "You know, Team Spectrum will be having their homes in a few hours down by a street next to Parfait Way, with God...

"Well, er... no. Not quite." Joule made what might have been a gesture to clear his throat, though it sounded more like glass falling on stone. "In any case... yes, I do believe I see that. That's one of the Shades with Chip, is it not? Oh... he's quite adorable." Joule drifted over the jar and...

"I am... somewhat certain of some matters related to it," Joule replied with a hum. "One thing curious to know... is that I have recently had scattered memories of crawling about, feeling angry or confused or scared... and then struck down like a feral! How awful! I thought they were dreams...

"Ahh, I do look forward to it very much," Joule replied, making slow and deliberate movements to get into a sitting position. "Ahh... to be whole again..." His claws twitched a little. "Though, it appears that we are a lot different in size. His name does have a smaller sense to mine..."

"I didn't notice anything happening to the tree," Xerneas replied. "And the fact that you can't see anything else with it means that it's probably just fine, don't you think?" He gestured behind him, where, indeed, it seemed like the Tree had not bee much affected by the Worldcore's corruption...

Once again, there did not appear to be a reply. Eien might have been more focused on keeping herself careful than anything. However, as Bahamut tried to probe into it, and as Raven tried to draw near, a flash of light to the top left of the Tree, from their perspective, barreled down and toward...

Joule without Maple was an odd sight for some reason. Yet there he was, half-buried in the sand, his glassy, prism armor looking much brighter than usual. Little ribbons of light coursed through them on occasion, and better still, when he turned, it was not sluggishly or with a general...

The day had finally come. Yes, it was a bit of a hassle and a little frightening after everything in the Worldcore, but a fight was a fight, and they could all use some levity after that. As well as some time to practice and give some morale to the world, of course. And so, standing on one end...

Shield's fur was matted and it seemed to fall out a little too easily than what was healthy for wintertime. Brisa could feel the bones under his skin. But despite this, the symptoms weren't severe, not yet. Perhaps they'd caught it early. With some careful monitoring, he could easily bounce back...

He seemed so cold. Destiny Village was, of course, a place with unforgivingly bitter weather now that they were in the very depths of winter, and the insides of the buildings were only marginally warmer since most Pokemon were used to that sort of cold by now. But Shield, now that Brisa actually...

Shield didn't reply to that one directly. His paws were shaking again, and this time he wasn't able to keep them still. "...We'll save her... right? I can't... not after I lost everything else..."

As Brisa spoke, Shield's eyes seemed to glaze over as his mind went elsewhere. He was listening, yes, but the thoughts that question evoked... "She was a bit of a prankster. And a little selfish. And maybe rash, and impulsive, and..." Shield frowned, internally wincing. "She grew a lot as I got...

Shield looked off. "...Collective decision based on the evidence we had gathered." He tapped his foot. "...Sorry. The Radiance might have made us a little... hastier. It was the one we happened to steal from Giovanni early, possibly before he perfected that energy suppression..." He sighed. "It...

"Mm. Created by one." Shield nodded. "But that was so long ago, and that Giovanni had been defeated. He escaped somehow and found his way here... Even he isn't sure. But it's not really related to any of this. In fact, I think Buffet had reached out by chance..." He hummed. "That's all there...

"I don't remember. It's all a blur." Shield shook his head apologetically. "Somewhere on the Air Continent. I was covered in bruises, so I think it must have been a real tumble... or something..." He trailed off, thinking. "But eventually I happened upon Karat. He asked me a lot of questions...

Shield nodded. "I have... no memory of any time between when Telum was destroyed to me waking up here on Cibus. Not a single memory. Like I just got knocked out and--to be honest, I thought I just woke up on Telum again and it was all a nightmare..."