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"Ghh...!" Pepper winced, the Arrests slamming into her almost instantly. She staggered back. "Should've seen that one coming," she said, and then thumped her tail a second time. "D-don't think I'm gonna let that stop me!" She sounded a lot like her kids. Powering through the paralysis, Pepper...

Pepper thumped her tail one last time and crouched into something that was a little more primal, though the way she held the ground, it still showed that delicate side of her otherwise reptilian stance. "And they're here once more, folks! Let's not wait any longer! Are both combatants ready...

Pepper gave a toothy grin and thumped her tail against the wall. "Yep. Gonna really enjoy this. It's not really every day that I get to go all out. Think you're ready for that?" She smirked a little. "To be honest, I'm not really at my best without my team fighting with me... but maybe them...

"You really went to death and back again for this one, didn't you?" Pepper asked, standing just by the entrance to the Colosseum with Brisa on the other end of the wall. Cheers were still rumbling the air outside from the conclusion of the last battle.

"Y'know, that's true," Soda said, leaning back. "And you're lucky that it's not actually dying, either. Or worse. So consider yourself lucky." He looked off, tapping his foot. "In a way, you should be happy that it's all better now, eh?" The waiter came with their drinks, setting the sparkling...

"Hmm... That's possible..." Zekrom trailed off. "But surely Arceus--either of them--would have noticed something like that, right? Or, hmm... Then again..." She shook her head. "I wonder if that possibility should be aired to Balm and Cepa at all... I'll send them a message!"

"Will of causality," mumbled Zekrom. "Hmm... I do wonder. I don't know what makes Telum and Cibus related aside from similar circumstances... but apparently, there are many worlds like ours. I do wonder what caused Telum to fail, and yet Cibus to thrive..." She tapped her chin. "And now that I...

Zekrom nodded. "Yes. While I don't think it was intentional, Nutmeg approached Dark Matter and fulfilled her purpose from ancient times. Dark Matter... accepted this, from what Nutmeg told us. He was grateful. And that feeling of gratitude, and the acceptance that Nutmeg gave him... was what...

"Oh, yes. It's not a detail known by a lot of people, but Nutmeg spoke of their battle at the top of the Tree of Life. Dark Matter had set up a trap, like he'd seen it coming. He'd turned Arceus to stone before he could warp them to the Tree himself, and it was Rayquaza that had flown the two to...

Owen headed out next, though not without rubbing his forehead. "Are you okay?" Cal asked. "Yeah... Soda's illusions gave me a headache. That doesn't usually happen. Back home, I just see right through Enet's illusions, so why are Soda's so different?" "Super illusions." "Hers were, too,"...

"Nah, I getcha." Soda leaned back again, flipping through his badge. "Everyone's got something to drink away now and then, I guess. Ain't healthy but who cares." He snorted, then looked Shiron over. "What's got you down?"

"Hell if I know." Soda waved down a waiter and placed an order for Shiron. "So what's gotten you here, anyway? Thought that fight against Charizard number one thousand went pretty well. Unless you're like everyone else and are going all spy-hunting."

Cola's circles twisted in confusion. "You know, it's really odd to see someone like Dark Matter behave the way he does." Zekrom sighed. "I thought something like that would be impossible. And yet here we have living proof that maybe, with some... cosmic interference, it's not a lost cause...

Soda smirked a little, but then said, "Well, how much of a lightweight are you?" He pulled at one of the menus and showed Shiron a few of the drinks. "You seem like the sort who'd be able to work with something like this," he said to the Swampert, revealing what seemed to be a moderately strong...

"Uh." Soda glanced at Shiron, who was gesturing directly at his lap for where to sit, and for a moment Soda thought he'd gone in the wrong bar. But then, realizing the illusion he'd set up, he nodded. "Right, sure. Hang on." He snapped his claws, and the illusion of his location dropped...

As usual, Soda had gone to destress at the bar. At this point he was a regular, ordering the same drink with the same snack and took a table by the far side of the bar. At least he was honest about what table he was sitting in. And after setting an order in, he leaned back in his chair and...

Zekrom nodded. "Knowing your limits is a good thing, too. Even we have limits, no matter how old we are." She drifted left to continue circling around Destiny Village. "I heard about your world. I'm very sorry for the circumstances you've come from." She nodded. "And thank you for lending a hand...

"Well, at least you're honest about it," Zekrom said, and there was practically a sweat drop going down her forehead. "Though, you handle yourself well against the Blacklight if that's really how it goes. That power normally feeds and amplifies those feelings."

Zekrom giggled. "Well, bread is bland because it's meant to go with many things," she explained to Bahamut. "It isn't as if I can be specific with something that drives my whole being."

Zekrom smiled a little. She was probably asked that question a lot. Cola peeked out from within the bag, wondering if she saw him. "Something to strive for," she replied simply.