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"Sure." Soda waved Shiron off, watching him go before finally looking at the emptied glass. "Yep... No human to go back to anymore," Soda said to himself. "But at least you have a new home to go back to. Figure that's what you want, too." He took another long, long look at the glass, moving it...

"...Tch. It's nothing. We're just sharing something we have in common, I guess." He took another drink and shook off the alcohol with a sighing grunt. "Guess that's where I'm gonna call it for me, too."

"Aww, it was nothing." As Potluck sat, his tail swished behind him, kicking up a small whirlwind that a few Pokemon walked around to avoid. "I had a lot of fun! Pleo's really nice. He must have come from really good memories."

"Y'know, that's fair too." Soda nodded and took yet another drink, and by now his cup was empty. He shook it toward one of the waiters, who nodded and headed off to get another. Soon, he returned with another cosmic drink. "To abandoning humanity," he said, raising his new glass.

Soda smirked a little at that, but then seemed to hide it with an illusion. "I get that, too," he said. "I think Pine has something similar going on, y'know. Not that he ever talks about it, but you can tell. I think one day Pine just didn't go back... or he didn't have a choice, either. Heh...

"Nah." Soda shook his head. "It's just been so long. I've been a Zoroark longer than I've been a human. I probably don't even remember what it means to be a human anymore." He looked at his own fur, contemplative. "I don't remember what my face looked like. Or my hands. Any scars, freckles. It's...

"Tss..." Soda leaned back, tapping his claws against his arm, like he was really considering it. His eyes held an odd, somber glint in them that he didn't usually have. And he was quiet for a while, letting only the buzz of the bar fill the silence. Then, finally, "I dunno."

"Heh, yeah. Lots of us in this world. Pine, Pita, Thyme, and Bone, the other Omen Heroes, I guess. Except I wasn't really an Omen Hero, just some other world-saving thing in another world. Whatever." He looked off, tapping the glass of his drink. "Couldn't go back home, so this is my body for good."

"Ehhh, you'll get used to it." Soda leaned back. "Being a Zoroark was weird as hell for me. Well, Zorua, which was even worse. Going on four legs and all that... Yeah, I don't miss that."

"Definitely not," Soda said, but then his ear flicked at something Shiron had said. He tilted his head a little, clicked his tongue, and then leaned back. "Huh. So you're human, too."

"Well, good luck," Soda said. "The thing about spies is they usually operate in a way that you can't get hard evidence on them unless you actually catch them in the act. Considering what we're dealing with, probably gonna be too late if that happens. I half want to suggest getting every single...

"Hi!" Potluck said, his eyes gleaming a happy, energetic yellow as he found a seat across from Pleo. "I'm having lunch! How about you? Curry?" He tilted his head. "I like the curry over in Treasure Town more, but at least with over here it's with everyone else all the time."

Soda shrugged. "Can never really tell, especially when the spy thing is kinda just looming over. Assuming Giovanni isn't just trying to mess with our heads or something." He clicked his claws. "What's your take on that, anyway?"

Heavy pitter-patter, some from hard talons and others from pawpads, shook the ground next to them as Potluck walked next to them. Over his shoulder was a large bag that seemed to contain a huge object of some kind, though this was a routine for Potluck now and then. Nobody really asked why. He...

Hey everyone, this is the belated announcements for this round! A lot of this has already been discussed on discord by quite a bit. This is more or less a completion of a lot of things that we've been looking through after addressing some complexity pains of the game. Even if things look...

Pepper had managed to roll onto her belly to push herself into a better position. Then, rolling again, she managed to get to her feet while Surf and Turf stormed the arena, Thyme leisurely following behind them. "Thanks," Pepper said with a sigh, though there was still that hint of...

Pepper slashed through Brisa with another attack in an effort to match hers. They parried each other, electricity against water, and while Brisa had the elemental advantage, Pepper had the clear strength edge. But she was also clumsy, not used to fighting on her own after so long. And perhaps...

"Oh, none at all." Zekrom grinned, drifting away. "I'll send you a message if we found anything. Be seeing you!" And with that, she flew for the rest of her walk, slowing down to pull out her badge and run a few messages through. If anything, she was dutiful... Some time later, Bahamut would...

Pepper's first strike landed directly on Brisa's barrier--a jab, a simple parry, but her fist slammed against the cyan barrier. "What--?!" The audience thought Brisa had been finished, but the barrier blocked it just in time. Pepper went for another basic strike, but then jumped back when the...

"Nice tr--" Pepper had narrowly dodged the brunt of the first hit, but it still blasted past her defenses and dealt massive damage anyway. Electricity crackled over her scales. Searing electrical burn marks followed from the other two that hit her directly, one in the gut, and then one right in...