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"Hmph. I doubt I would ever accept or trust someone... in the past. They never would have gotten me to agree with anything." Diyem then hesitated, as if he didn't want to answer that next question. And then... "The rule I broke... They did not give me many rules. Or conditions. But I had a few...

"That, I'm unsure of." Diyem sighed. "The Overseers are a vast and spanning organization, and no one part is aware of what every single other part is doing. If they have a leader, I don't know them. But... I doubt Arceus is unaware. It's more likely that Bean didn't know about me at the time...

"It was horrible." Diyem growled again, something primal. "Overseers... They are a group that watch over worlds. They observe any that may leak into others malevolently. An organization with no leader, only a mission toward stability. "There is an Overseer among us, right on Cibus. That...

"I knew peace. I had become a part of the world. It was... well, it didn't feel like much of anything, but it was better! Imagine how you would feel, being woken up from a, what do you call it, a nap. Slumber." Diyem ranted, though he did not yell. "For an amount of time that I could not...

"...That is how I used to be." Diyem slowly shifted under the blankets. A Charmander's black flame briefly poked out from under the covers before hastily slipping back inside. "I was born from the world's negativity in a reality where everyone had a say in how the world worked. It isn't like...

"Oh, right." Owen nodded. "I think we're going through some battle rehearsals later to, you know, just discuss what to do during the fight even more than usual. But the basic plan is... Joule has a habit of being easy to trip up in a fight. Things that mess with his tempo, like burning him or...

"Yes. It was very cathartic. It probably contributed to why I am currently bedridden." For a number of reasons. For one, he'd been bathed in pure Radiance for long enough that time had lost meaning for a while. Second, upon escaping that horrible prison, he'd immediately gone into straining...

"The biggest benefit we have in this one is how much we already know about Joule," Owen said. "Even if when Maple flew me up there to analyze Joule, I felt like giving up right there. I--I've never seen power at that level before..." He taped his face. "Gah! I need to stop thinking about it...

A warped, ethereal growl escaped the blankets Nate had approached, followed by a sign. "Yes? What is it? You're... right. Nate." For a creature of darkness, that was a surprisingly polite greeting, relatively speaking. Maybe that therapy really was working out. "I have as much time as Joule will...

"H-ha, yeah." Owen seemed more apologetic for Cal than for the tournament finals, though. "Worked up a real appetite after healing up from that fight. Too bad Cynthian healed me before I could walk it all off." He shrugged. "I think we really helped boost the city's morale, don't you think? Even...

A wad of darkness flew past Starr's head, narrowly missing her. It flopped onto the ground; upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a... hand. Which occasionally twitched and writhed on the ground. "Cal!" Owen hissed. "Don't toss your body parts at people!" "I needed to get her attention!"...

And to this, he paused. "...Teleported me directly out of the blast the moment I collided?" It sounded like he hadn't considered the possibility. "That would put them in danger, though," he said, which was likely why it hadn't crossed his mind. "If they were close enough to try to Teleport me...

Soda did not reply.

"Unfortunately, I don't really think it will help. Between what Owen and Chip analyzed, that move is extremely powerful, to the point where even the shields of a Protect would not be able to block it. But... I do appreciate the thought."

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: That's the plan we're going for so far. We're doing some battle rehearsals before the fight to try to coordinate some team attacks, too.

"Easily." Soda nodded. "Anyway, you should probably stop talking to the air now. People might think you've finally cracked." And, the next time Cynthian blinked, Soda would have disappeared. A few people in the bar had been giving her confused looks.

"Yup. Power isn't everything." Soda smirked and raised a class to get the attention of one of the waiters. "Yeah, I guess I'm just that awesome. But, oh well. I can't really prove it until you fix him up."

"Duh." Soda looked at Cynthian. "You want my opinion? I think this is all just some big test by Joule again. Wouldn't put it past him to do something this dumb. It's all just a big game." He leaned back. "But even if it isn't a game, Joule's all power and no technique. A pushover. I bet I could...

Soda seemed to raise a brow at that, like he hadn't realized something until just then. "Look, it's not like I don't believe in you or anything. Chances are you're gonna find a way to pull off the crazy stunt, save Joule, save DV, save Cibus, you'll throw a party, arrest Giovanni, and then we...

"Yeah, well, good luck." Soda leaned back, arms behind his head. "I can't really do anything, so I'll cheer you on from the sidelines." He didn't look like he was going to cheer.