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Near the center of Destiny Village, to the southwest of the central crossroads, was a large, flat park of green grass and small trees. While the vast majority of Destiny Village, built into the cold stone of the Mystery Continent, was more modern and urbanized, this section of the village had...

"Well, Leg isn't completely stable, for one," Pop tilted his head left, eyes closed. "Soda seems to be a bit of a minimalist when it comes to getting work done. When he first visited here, Flesh ate the inventory of a shop. Including the shop itself. They're quite... quirky." He tilted his head...

There was no gravity here. No background, and yet still there was a presence. Flickering colors and flames like candles in space drifted this way and that, some of them aimless, some with purpose. Far, far ahead, in the corner of everyone's vision, was a deep, purple flame much larger than the...

Wishkeeper had quietly emerged from behind Owen's shoulders, but with a swish of Owen's tail, the Charizard wraith rolled his eyes and sank back into dormancy. "Thing is," Owen admitted, "I don't really know if I'd want to change too much, if I could go back. It's kind of weird to think about...

"I get it," Owen replied like Starr had stated the weather. "If you set up the circumstances just right and block off the options that would make them turn away, it would seem like the obvious decision to accept the offer, right?" Owen smiled sadly, and to this, even Cal didn't have anything to say.

Owen's stew had a smell from all the way across the table. He must have squeezed in his own Tamato juice or something, because it had that vague, stinging smell to it that would probably make someone like Dave vacate the room. Probably why he was eating in the cafeteria instead of his room...

Owen tittered nervously, looking over to Cal, who was currently shoving an entire apple into her face, experimenting with the many ways she could eat it without using her mouth. This included shoving it through the top of her nonexistent skull. "I guess part of it is that there's no point in...

"Not necessary," Diyem muttered. The blankets shifted and spun, unfolding quietly, until, finally, they revealed an adorable, toddler-aged Charmander beneath the sheets. "I've built up a tolerance to... good vibes." Diyem made annoyed air-quotes. "I just have to make sure I don't feel too much...

"I was under the impression we were all doomed," Diyem replied to Nate. "So generally speaking, anything you come up with will probably be better."

"Actually, I loved the name," Arceus said with a playful glint in his eyes. "Soda suggested it. There was a nice ring to the title. I'm not sure what it sounds like to you, though." He tapped a hoof on the ground, as if thinking. "The title was for early on, when they'd first arrived and needed...

"Someone does." Arceus nodded. "I left notes in case I am defeated or worse. But I do not intend to let that happen so easily. After all, you've sensed my power by now." He lifted his head a little, eyes closed. "Impressive enough to stand a few blows, wouldn't you say?"

"...I don't know. That Dark Matter should have succeeded. Perhaps he found peace, too, and died with the rest of his world." Diyem shook his head. "I think I remember what Buffet said. He might be right... in general. But the Overseers helped me learn new techniques... and therefore, gained new...

Arceus' eyes darkened. "Something I cannot say right now," he said flatly, and it didn't look like something that he would budge on. "But no matter how much power I have, I cannot underestimate what Joule is capable of. Even if I am defeated, I've made sure that Cibus will not be lost."

"Well," Arceus admitted, looking faux-bashful, "I suppose I'm fairly strong." "But against someone like Joule, who can nullify so many powers just by proximity, I can never be too careful. I need to prepare for everything."

"I am not," Diyem said. "Though, I have tried to reach out to the Dark Matter of this world. He told me to go away. Very pleasant, by our species' standards. He's also dead." Diyem sighed. "So, he's quite literally resting in peace. I have searched for the Dark Matter of the parallel Cibus that...

"Veritas City is... a world that I operate, yes, but it does not exist in any particular plane. It's between realities. An Overworld Crossroads that only the spirit can access, hence its many odd properties. It was a place I made as part of my... therapy." Diyem sighed, like he was embarrassed...

"I don't know," Arceus said. "However... I was sensing some attraction forces from the attack. It is being drawn to Cibus, not thrown. I was going to replicate Cibus' energy signature, but stronger, to draw it to me. If I halted that... it might start drifting toward Cibus again. Joule's attack...

Diyem clawed softly at the cushions. "...I'm not worried about what they'll do to me," he finally said. That, if anything, didn't seem to be a lie... "They'll probably just keep me under heightened monitoring and prevent me from entering Cibus or any other world like it again. Perhaps heavily...

"Rrrgh... Which is why I've decided to be quiet for now. I don't need more trouble than I'm already in." And the fact that none of the others really knew about this was also to protect them. If they didn't know, then he could take the full blame, Cibus would be safe, and that was all he had to...

Diyem didn't answer. He curled again, his tail slipping out of the covers before he tugged it back in. "What's the point? ...I don't see why I should. They'll blame me anyway for trying to bend the rules..."