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"Yeah!" Potluck nodded, smiling again. "I guess sometimes they're more busy than usual because this is a really big mission, though... But then again, so am I!"

"Leg and I play a lot," Potluck said. "And sometimes Soda plays cards with me and stuff. And Flesh and I wrestle a lot. Um, Truffle and I also meditate together sometimes. He's really nice... I kind of like everyone..." Potluck shifted his posture. "That's why I don't think any of them could...

Astrid and Nate both would see a similar vision, yet neither would see one another in it. Mewtwo's body felt stiff and similar to, but perhaps an imitation of, flesh. There was a vaguely static sensation to the touch, as if their very spirits were reeling and shrinking away at its presence. And...

"Possibly," Giovanni said. "I was able to reach into whatever world Diyem hid in. It wouldn't be hard to reach further if they got more power... more knowledge. And greater intentions. I expand my empire... slowly. Carefully. In a way that is guarantees success. Others may be... more...

"Humph..." Giovanni's smirk remained despite his apparent disapproval. "I thought you would have known better. I hate the weak. As if I would recruit them as part of my cause if they couldn't pull their weight. No. Knowing who they are... would merely give you a fighting chance. If you remain in...

"I dunno," Potluck replied, and he seemed to be honest. "When you go from world to world so much, all the different calendars and times and days being different lengths, I dunno how old I am or how long we've been together. But it's been for a long, long time... I've seen whole teams change...

It was, as far as Brisa could tell, similar enough to Karat's body that there was nothing of note to discern otherwise. To Dave, there was nothing strange about his scent, though it seemed that, just barely, he seemed to be hiding hints of perspiration. Stress, irritation, impatience, it could...

Buffet twirled in the air and sped toward Saltriv, even faster than his falling speed, with three manic grins on all his faces. Then, he stopped just below Saltriv and banked upward so the Bayleef landed snugly on his back, and then he slowed his fall with rapid, pressing deceleration. In time...

"What was that? I can't hear you over going so fast!" Buffet laughed madly, doing even more loops in the air and subjecting Saltriv to quite a few Gs of force. Then, with a sudden twist, and as his three smiles twisted into devilish grins... And then, Buffet performed a cork-screw in the air...

"Perfect!" And, without warning, Buffet reached forward and plucked Saltriv off the ground with frightening ease, flinging the entire Bayleef into the air and onto his back before rocketing into the sky. In mere seconds, Destiny Village's entire perimeter was visible to Saltriv from all...

It seemed that Blacklight Mewtwo's strength hadn't changed much since the last time they had interacted with him. Though, curiously enough, it also didn't look like there had been any harm done to it, either. Had it healed up over time? No breathing, no pulse. Anything that one could expect to...

There was another glint in his eyes, but then it seemed to dim with a mild sense of confusion. But that went away next, and he tilted his head for a smirk. Boisterous, almost. "And it seems that you have succeeded. You have stopped me. Joule is no longer in my control. Darkwhite is... well. I'm...

Potluck had been getting more and more agitated, but Cabot's proposal ended up being a good distraction. "O-okay. I'll do what I can, I guess... wh--who do you want to hear about first? Um... I'll start with Maple. She's really nice, and she's the one who's been here the longest, except for me...

"I'm not sure. Perhaps your world is just different!" Buffet nodded. "As for using the Worldcore... asking for wishes there is a very difficult thing. It really strained itself with Pine a few decades ago. I'm not really sure if we'd be able to do something like that again for now! But Arceus...

"You haven't heard? It's been all over the news outlets!" Buffet nodded. "Dungeons all over the world have been having phantasms of Charmander appearing inside, all with the same description. Hollow or empty faces, disappearing and reappearing... But most of all, a dark, big smile that goes past...

"I'm... not sure," Buffet said. "It must be part of that... strange curse flowing around Dungeons and here and there in normal areas." He sighed. "It's been very strange, really... But also fun! In an odd way..." He giggled.

So distracted by homesickness, Saltriv didn't quite notice another distracted traveler in the streets of Destiny Village. Buffet, the Hydreigon and Voice of Life, drifted just over Saltriv as their leaf and head bumped into the flying dragon's belly. "Ah!" Buffet yipped and pumped his wings...

He continued to scrape at the table, looking more and more uncomfortable at the prospect of his teammates becoming forced into some kind of servitude toward Giovanni--for any reason. Was that really how it was going to go? Was that... why the team had been going through so much trouble? "I...

Potluck's talons scraped against the table, leaving visible etchings. "N-no," he said. "It can't be. They're all too nice to be like that. They wouldn't... betray us. We've worked together for so long!" The table cracked near his front legs.

And then, they made their way into the between chamber, a short, sterile room that seemed to vacuum itself shut when they entered, and then released with a soft hiss as the other door opened. It seemed like perhaps even Poffin would struggle to so much as leave a dent in these walls... The...