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"We came from a world that used to be this world's future," Balm confirmed, nodding. "But after some divine intervention, we became... more of a split path. Now we're parallel... and a little behind, because a lot of things about our world lagged behind due to, well, being paused in time. There...

"Balm and Cepa," the Sceptile replied with an amused smile. "Close!" Cepa added with a cheer and a clap. "And we have been. Just taking a look at the sky for... I don't know, any sign of an opening that we might be able to take against it. Kinda hard when there's just a bunch of death right...

"Oh, not busy at all," Zekrom said with that same cheer. "In fact, we were just through! I've been very happy with Chip keeping his experiments in line. And what he's been finding so far has been so good, too! I heard that you were helping him with some ideas from the human world, too. Something...

Seyka's trip to investigate Joule once again led him to the central crossroads of town, or at least one of the many offshoots of the roads. It seemed that he was not the only one with that idea, as also looking skyward on this road was a Sceptile and Celebi, unmistakably the same ones from the...

"H-hi, Nate! I, um, h-hi..." Though Nate would not be able to see Chip this time. He was blocked by a much larger creature that stood out against the sterile, white walls of the lab. This one was a great, black behemoth with an aura of electricity about her, and intense, red eyes. She turned...

Owen tilted his head, letting out a single, curious trill. "That does feel different," he remarked as Wishkeeper emerged from his back. "I've kind of been cycling through my abilities that I knew back home to see if any of those manifested here. Perceive, Bestow, and the whole Grass thing, I had...

Owen nodded. "I think that's how they're taking it, too," he said. "It sort of reminds me of Kyurem, in a weird way. She kind of always thinks that we're all gonna die eventually, so she... goes on with her life as normal." He made a turn, following the usual path to the room he usually...

After visiting the infirmary to make sure Diyem and Bahamut were doing alright, Owen had taken a trip around town to make sure nobody was completely gone from panic. The initial wave of terror had gone, but the looming threat still left everyone with a sense of dread and unease--understandably...

Leg appreciated it, and she showed it by shrinking away a little and making a sound that might have been a giggle. It sounded more like a whispering hiss in the rhythm of a giggle. "Maybe... if you ask... nicely," Leg replied, curling inward while her disguise was still on. "Scary..."

The Smeargle smiled a little at that, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Take care indeed," she said. Once Brisa left, she looked to Millijoule, nodding. "Then, I suppose our break is over?" "I believe so. Onward, then! Let's try to rally the town." <><><>

Leg looked at Cynthian oddly, then at the doll again, turning it fully inside-out. It revealed an incomplete doll that was surprisingly a lot larger than when it had been a mere Smeargle, like it had been folded into itself several times to achieve that effect. It seemed softer, too, probably...

Helloooo Navar! And now I am fully caught up with Liberators of Fate! And I’ll definitely say that the story picked up quite a bit for the last few chapters in particular. I think that’s the first thing I’d like to note down about what I read—how focused it seemed to be on an actual endgoal and...

"Yes." Leg looked around, but then showed Cynthian the inner portions of the body. The chest had an intentional crease on the inside, which seemed to pull the body inside-out, revealing golden internals. "Hard..." It seemed she was trying to make the Smeargle able to pull itself inside-out for...

Leg beamed behind her disguise. "Fun," she repeated, bobbing her head as she started to move the supplies around. She had been working on a simple design while Cynthian worked; it looked like it was becoming a Smeargle.

Leg looked it over. It was... not very good. But it was also Cynthian's first try, and nobody ever did their best on their first try. So, without saying much else, Leg pushed more fabric to Cynthian and nodded. "Again..."

"Peace out..." Pop's eyes gleamed again, and then he looked over his documents. "Yes... peace. That is what I want." Because that was his role in the world, his responsibility, the great weight that those of his kind shared. This great ball in the sky was another test for the world that he'd...

Leg, similarly, produced a few tendrils of her own, and held it firm so Cynthian could find the best match from his plant-based appendages. Afterward, they started with their lessons, very basic ones--it was a little difficult, mostly because Leg was not a very vocal teacher. Very practical and...

"You would?" Pop asked with a half-amused, yet half-genuine tone. "...I think I would like that very much, Icetales. However fleeting your stay will be here... and however fleeting all of this may be... I think it would be worth it." He looked ahead, back at his documents, and nodded. "Perhaps...

Leg's pinprick eyes brightened. "Good..." For one reason or another, she liked that. And then she slid back and rummaged through the pile of dolls that she had made. Then came some raw supplies, which she moved to Cynthian. Fabrics, stuffing, and even buttons and other little trinkets that would...

"It's all right," Millijoule said. "We know that you care a great deal for your team, and, well... frankly, Astrid is one of the ones putting herself at incredible risk. Frankly I think your patron should be doing some talking as well. All that Radiance certainly can't be good on a creature of...