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"Welcome to Poppy's Poffins, how can--oh." The shopkeeper was a Nidoking with a necklace that gleamed silver. It seemed to have an emblem of a silver feather at the center. "You. You're with those Dark Emissaries. Pretty hard to miss." He scowled, tail thumping behind him just once. "What're...

Arceus stared at the drawing, though his expression was hard to read. Without a mouth or nose it was generally difficult. "Thank you," he finally said, and the paper floated behind him. "I will keep this with me... and I will remember what I am fighting for. In the end, the ideal situation is...

Are you speaking of when you had been sent to Cibus? No. I lost track. You were among the last ones sent over, and I didn't have time to warn the others about your arrival. The others I had misifred seemed to have returned to their proper worlds. For better or worse, you did not.

"Smarter? Please! She couldn't puzzle her way out of a paper bag!" By now, Cal was snarling at Puddle, pressing her head against it. It seemed that their amorphous projections could at least keep from mixing together.

"Oh yeah, well--Owen's older than Vix and she's a ghost! So how about that, huh?!" Cal puffed up her chest and tried to look big. It wasn't working.

Wishkeeper let out a low, ethereal hiss at Starr once they were up close, the blow easily blocked, but the follow-through knocked him back. Owen, finally back on his feet, conjured two Dragon Pulses over his head, each one glowing ominously within their Shadowy spheres. Guess this is it, Owen...

"Hmph. There's nothing heroic about a sacrifice," Arceus said. "There are so many things that I'd rather do than sacrifice myself, and I am looking for any other option... I may seem informal to some, but I'm putting my serious hat on tonight." Arceus turned around. "Don't worry about me, Rocky...

"Oh yeah? Alright. Watch this." Cal closed her eyes such that her ember eyes dimmed, like she was working on telepathy. "Hey, Owen? Can you hear me? Puddle says that Vix can fuck your shit up. You gonna take that?"

Arceus looked surprised at first, but then let out a single, dry laugh. "I won't be going anywhere," Pop said, tapping his hoof on the ground. "I know how much I am needed. That is why I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that I will not go away. Unfortunately... my plan is vulnerable...

"Oh, really?" Cal asked, leaning closer until her amorphous face was right up against Puddle's. "Then maybe I should tell Owen that Vix could totally beat him up. Then we can go for a one on one, just like that!" It was unlikely that Owen would condone that kind of behavior.

Arceus was quiet just then, looking away. "...Not necessarily," he said.

"Not necessarily. If I can attract it and then strike it from afar... it should work out." Arceus didn't sound as confident in this. That was probably what his contingency planning was for. "...But even if I die," he admitted, "things will work out."

"Nice try!" Owen shouted, diving in the way of Starr's attack. But those flames... something about them burned more than usual. He wailed in surprise and pain, toppling over the ground and in front of Brisa as the aura of a Reviver washed over him. "Just as planned... haha..." It wasn't quite as...

"Hmhm!" Cal giggled, leaning forward. "Look at them go..." She glanced at Puddle. "Hey, does this settle the 'my dad can beat up your dad' thing? I know Vix isn't your dad but she's a candle so it's kinda close, right?"

"...That... may grant it more power and result in it exploding outright," Arceus said. "I plan to neutralize it, or attempt to, with my Judgement strike. If that doesn't do it, nothing will, at least on short notice."

"Unbelievable! Even after that attack, they're still going strong!" Incineroar hopped out of the way of a careening Fire Blast, though he seemed all too eager to get directly involved in watching the fight, totally unafraid of the attacks that crackled past him. "They're tough," Owen said...

Owen tried to smile, but it was hard with how Dave was acting. Still, if Shadow was anything to go by... Maybe in some way, Dave could get some help if Owen helped Shadow. At least, that's what he told himself. "Have a good rest, Dave. If you ever want to talk to me, I'm here to listen." And...

Owen grinned, nodding at Vix. "You know, it was still a good fight," he said. In truth, Vix had been considered a great threat, and that was why they'd focused on her first, though Astrid was no slouch either. But Brisa and Owen had practically rehearsed their scenarios before coming in. They'd...

Arceus blinked, looking at Nate, then outside at the ball of death, and then back at Nate. "What do you suppose counts as an adequate barrier?"

"That will be the ideal situation," Arceus replied, nodding. "I am going to perform some... energy trickery with my own aura to draw the attack toward me like a magnet. The draw should be strong enough that it will counter where Joule was originally aiming, but then I will have to get out of the...