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Deoxys twitched in what might have been a nod. "We'll be there. Two Psychics to help you stay sane if possible." Karat nodded, then looked at Shield. "And of course, the one most likely to get through to Sword. With any luck, we'll be able to get something out of this." Shield sighed and...

"I wanted to have one, but Maple said that maybe one was enough for God Squad," Potluck said. "I think they're really cute!" He probably thought everyone was cute.

"You should probably arrange to meet them now," S'more said. "Perhaps suddenly. I can direct you to one, if you like." Owen, meanwhile, glanced worriedly at Diyem. The blanket was bulging out again, and he was making that same, sickening noise as before. "A-another one?!" Owen said. "Having...

"Okay. I'm glad!" And back to cheerful. Oddly enough, it seemed genuine. "I think she'd be more comfortable anyway because you share the same species as Joule. And I guess Millijoule. We don't really know what they're like, huh? Shades. I think I heard Joule commenting that they might be, like...

"That's true," Owen said to Mellow, getting ready to go once Zinc confirmed that he was fine. "Maybe you could try talking to one of them to see how they react, or something? We might not really be able to catch them that easily if we do them one at a time..." Diyem grunted back and rolled...

Potluck flinched and tittered. "Y-yeah," he said. "Yeah. Um, she does look kind of like a lot of Pokemon, in a way. I don't really know how to, um, describe it..." Something about Bahamut's commentary had put Potluck in some kind of mental stagger.

"I know Truffle a little. We trained together for shield parries." Owen shook his head. "At least when I had Perceive active now and then, I don't think I sensed any, you know, evil intent or whatever... And Soda, well, he seems fine, too. But I don't really train with him much. In fact, I don't...

"She was a bit of a prankster," Shield said with a hint of fondness, "but she didn't have ethereal presence, if that's what you mean. She was... just a Charmander. Sword... what happened to you...?" "You might have to accept that she's too far gone," Karat said. "It's not certain, but I want...

"You know," Owen said, "if we're lucky, I might be able to come with you guys, too. I have Perceive, and it's stronger than ever." He gestured to his horns. "Even if they're able to defy mind reading with wards, they won't be able to hide their body language from me. Now that I'm back, maybe...

"Well yeah, but just because someone knows you have a disguise doesn't mean they know what it's hiding," Potluck said. "...But I think it's pretty!"

"...Uh. Hi, Mellow," Owen greeted, tilting his head. She certainly was hard at work restocking supplies. Zinc happily went along with Mellow to organize the new supplies.

"Hmm..." Potluck considered this. "Well, Maple might be able to. She must still be self-conscious about her body or something. Or maybe she doesn't know if Joule can handle it yet? She's really nervous about him right now. He hasn't been like this in a long time."

"Every time people look, she disappears. But I can still sense her. It's so strong, I--But I can still 'see' her. She's toying with me, I know it, she--" His voice hitched and he pointed ahead. Karat and Deoxys both turned their heads. Nothing was there... but then, something made a buzzing...

"I bet Joule would pay top poke for that," Potluck said. "Right now he's being good friends with Groudon, though. I dunno how long it'll take to recover... He might have the energy to relax in the sun for a while soon, though."

"Oh, that's okay," Potluck said, nodding. "If Maple needs to make up for the tab, I think she can regrow a forest or something for compensation. There was one time when Flesh ate an entire shop's inventory and building, and we found a way to pay that back."

"Well, you never had to battle a Voice of Light before. Who knows!" That cheer refused to go away. He nipped at the gummis with strange automatic ease.

"Well... if that's the case..." Potluck pecked the ground. "One day, we'll try to find you, and kill you!" His fishtail wagged again. "If you're immortal, you have a lot of time for us to find you!"

S'more's countenance switched instantly, from casual to grave, and he nodded. "Of course," he said. "There are a few things that, surprisingly, we can narrow down the actions of at least one spy, and we know for sure that there is at least one." "Because there's no way they could have pulled...

"Living in the moment," S'more replied with a simple nod. "And for us, a 'moment' can mean quite a long time, but the philosophy is the same. Ancient memories... they can weigh you down if you don't pick and choose the ones to cherish. And while we are gifted with minds that can whether eras, it...

"Ahhh." And to this, it seemed that Cal, too, had started paying attention. Owen's eyes had a more somber look to them, and he pulled Cal a little closer, wrapping a wing around her shoulder. "Yes. When you live a long time, you become used to and prepared for goodbyes. Mortal friendships are...