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Maple mirrored his smile, but then evened out and glanced at Truffle. "We should certainly keep security around Giovanni and Mewtwo at its maximum possible. And... from there, consider durability measurements. Keep it ethical." "Of course." Truffle said, looking vaguely uncomfortable despite...

The vines had wrapped around nothing but thin air, and Soda easily dodged it. Owen's eyes had gone someplace else entirely, and it was clear that he had actually been standing several feet away without any effort. He was never where he claimed to be by the light... But Owen could still see, and...

"...That's a good point," Pop said, as if he hadn't quite considered letting Cola go out in public again under more intense supervision. "Hmm... well. All of God Squad is, technically, suspect, as is everyone within the Guild, just because those are the two who would be most likely to be in...

"...Mm. That's true." Maple hummed. "I was hoping that between a powerful Psychic and someone like you or Owen, we might be able to discern at least an attempt at a lie." She glanced at Nate. "We also do not know the means in which Giovanni became a Mewtwo. If it's reversible, that will solve a...

"That is a possibility," said Maple. "Well, to an extent. I think if we tried, we would be able to send him back to his world... if we know where it is. Since Buffet was not the one to bring him here, he does not know immediately how to return him." "And to add, he may still be useful to...

"You know," Soda said from down the hall, before Owen could have a chance to confirm to the others that he was still on his way, "if you guys are trying to pin down a spy, you're doing a really shit job at it." "Uh--that, uh, what are you talking about?" Owen asked. Soda didn't even bother...

Leg hissed back and wrapped a few tendrils gingerly around Cynthian, careful to avoid any poisonous segments of her body. Then, she pulled away and dived into the pile of dolls, rummaging around before returning with another craft--this one looked like Ivy.

"I never said it wasn't justified," Cola remarked, tilting his head. "Only that it's bad to have for us." Meanwhile, as Cola drifted around the room again, occasionally flickering randomly across different parts of the piles of books, Pop sighed and gathered his thoughts to articulate. "I do...

More whispering breaths in reply meant that Leg was doing alright. It was a routine to answer, even if it had been quite a while since Cynthian had asked. Cynthian being gone for so long had been a worry for her... The shadows and darkness of the room churned, and then she reappeared next to...

"Maybe not normally because of what he's capable of," Owen said, but then smiled, showing quite a few of his teeth. Looked like he kept them very clean. "But with me by your side, I bet we can follow him anywhere! You just need to follow my directions when actually he's right down the hall."...

Cola drifted toward Bahamut and disappeared, reappearing in a blink in front of him, by one of his crystalline toes. "Pop is worried," Cola explained, disappearing again and reappearing next to Bahamut's would-be shoulder, mimicking Bahamut's intonation surprisingly well, despite the slightly...

"Or spies," Owen said. "If Giovanni's telling the truth, we might have three..." "Or two, and he's trying to get us to turn on each other," Cal added. "Or four, and he thinks we'd let our guard down when we just find three." Owen looked off. "But we know, just from what happened, that we have...

"Xerneas," replied Pop immediately, nodding. "Though I don't think that's relevant to what we're working with right now." Pop tapped a hoof on the ground, looking at Cola again. Something was still bothering him. He hadn't said everything. Then, he said, "My foresight has been blurred for a...

Suddenly, an ember flickered over Mellow's curry. Just on the other side of the room, a great Charizard and his even greater Shadow looming over him. "Hey, Mellow," Owen said with his usual, cheerful grin. He must have sensed that the curry was cold, because it was quickly warming back up. "You...

"Chip's detector got a hit and we investigated," Maple replied. "The only thing we can deduce from there is that Red rebelled against Giovanni, and won." "Well, being attacked directly by Joule is certainly a way to go about losing composure and getting careless with survival," Truffle...

"Khhh..." Like usual, Leg was inside their home, looking quite cozy in her little pile of dolls. Two pinpricks for eyes stared back at Cynthian, eyes twinkling. She seemed happy to see Cynthian again.

"S'more would know more than I would," Pop replied frankly. "It is under my name, and I have final say in certain matters, but I entrust S'more to handle the more minute operations while I focus on... worldwide matters and observations. Meditations, and so on." "He's like the boss of the boss...

"We haven't been able to check," Truffle said. "Perhaps soon, or perhaps you can take a look yourself!" "That would be helpful," Maple replied flatly. "I would, too, but..." Owen glanced at the infirmary, like he had been reminded of something. "Well... I think we should get some rest, too...

Cola shrank back until he was just a golden wisp under the pages. "I believe we have... been able to talk to one another," Pop said. "Cola isn't really comfortable talking about it yet, and I'm not going to press. We are just spending some time bonding for now. Talking and understanding one...

"Maple has told me tales of this person before, but they were only offhand stories," Pop replied. The room was crowded with books and binders of all kinds, as well as games and little figures. In the corner, Cola was digging through a pile of books to look for something specific. "I intend to...