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Yveltal's gaze softened a little more. "That's a beautiful way of phrasing it," she said. "I do have a role that I may follow now and then... guiding spirits that refuse to pass on and so forth... but I'm not the only one. In fact, typically, that is something the Voice of Life does. He also...

"Hmph. Would you prefer that? I'm rusty, but I know how to make a good scare..." When he didn't get an immediate response, he added, "That was a joke."

"I see... Yes. From a lifestyle like that to this one... It's no different than you taking up residency in a desert, wouldn't it?" Yveltal could only imagine. Living a life in the wilds and then transitioning into cities; hearing about Legends in just folklore to actually meeting one in...

"Oh. Joy. Another one." He was never going to get his time alone to brood pointlessly. Was that too much to ask? From under the blankets, Diyem shifted his weight to look at Cynthian indirectly, not that he could actually see. "I feel so popular. Cared for. Loved. Hrrrrrrrnnnnngh..." It made him...

Diyem growled again, the blankets shifting and shuffling. He had a mind to refuse, but the way Vix was looking so crestfallen and pathetic... Some mixture of pity and the genuine need to feed off of that negativity stopped him. "Do as you want."

"Don't follow, for now," Diyem replied idly, still hidden within the sheets. "Your performance in battle has led to a few things that he wants to process first. That is my guess. I do not think talking about it will be of any use until some time passes. Not that we have much of it."

"Oh, you're looking for Maple?" Yveltal pointed a wing down the road, at a house five properties down. "She lives in that one. You must have been disoriented because of how large it is for a Smeargle... But I think it is that size to accommodate her true form. As well as, hypothetically, the...

"Congratulations. Baby's first slaps." Diyem rolled his eyes and shoved Puddle out of the blankets so his current form could remain anonymous to them. "Are you satisfied? I am still trying to gather my strength, and speaking to you uses some of that power."

"Eggant? A fine alias." Yveltal blinked, her beak not giving for much expression to read from. "I do not go by a common name, so Yveltal will do." She seemed to be sizing him up, like he recognized his strength, but could not see it properly. "Did you need my help with something? I've spoken...

"Cute," Diyem said blandly, looking deeper before he finally pulled away. This one was being dramatic indeed. Still, it seemed like there was something he could do to coax it out. "Puddle," Diyem said slowly, caressing the Ultra Stone. "Wake up, Puddle..." He channeled a little bit of darkness...

"Why, thank you," Star said even as Barky seethed in silence, completely ignoring the other Mew. He was probably used to it. "I'm usually the more popular god. Barky's all about duty and diligence and nobody really cares about that."

"That's the right attitude," Star agreed with a nod, though Barky looked irritated. "Forget about us. Just treat me like any other person, y'know? The whole godhood thing is overrated anyway." "Overrated?" Barky said with a growl. "I assure you, I'm very real. I could demonstrate my power if...

"If you want, I can talk to him," Owen offered. "Maybe... I don't know, when I find him. He kind of wanders around a lot, but maybe if he keeps his badge with him, we can talk." The last thing they needed was more infighting. Owen noticed the look Dave had given him, though. "I, uh, I never...

"Kinda skeptical about that," Star said, gesturing to Lance. "Pretty sure we can make a whole stir fry with all that vinegar I smell." "I doubt we can blame him," Barky pointed out, nodding to Lance. "Such traumas with no resolution will lead people to finding someone to blame for the...

Barky and Star both seemed to catch the meaning. They'd heard it all the time, after all. "Oh," Star said, floating back a few inches. "Well, I mean..." "I am not the god of the world you came from," Arceus said, "and I cannot truly speak for him because of that. However... typically, I try to...

With time stopped, there wasn't a lot of wind, if any. Yveltal had sensed Nip approaching, though she didn't acknowledge him until he spoke. "Hello," she greeted idly. "You're... of Team Spectrum? Yes, I recognize you, that dark aura..." She stopped what she was doing to face him directly. She...

"More... Shadows." Diyem hummed, then pulled the core closer to him. "I don't know if that's what's needed yet. Let me look into this more. For all we know, Puddle needs energy, not Shadows. And I don't have a lot of energy to spare." He pressed his hand against the core and closed his eyes...

There was a little gleam in Barky's eyes. Finally, someone who demonstrated respect. "Yeah, being a Mew is pretty awesome," Star agreed. "And unlike the dude behind me, I can become whatever I want! This guy's forever stuck as a stick in the mud." "In the world we are from, Star and I...

Owen seemed stuck on one detail. "...Rooming with me because he thinks you're a what now?" he scowled. "I could add a zero to your age and I'd still be older!" He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "...It does sound like everyone acted on impulse. Alcohol doesn't really help with that..." He hummed...

It opened on the first knock, Star having been on her way out. "Oh!" she hopped back, transforming into a Zangoose. "Sup! Looks like we've got some company after all." With a flip, she shifted back to her normal, Mew self and called, "Alright, Barky! Time to socialize!" "I am not your child,"...