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Cabot looked like he was about to say something--a lot of somethings, the way he was perhaps more fired up than Owen's tail--but a wet knocking against the door got all of their attention. "Um, excuse me," said Goodra Zinc. "Sorry... but it's time for your checkup, Bahamut. We need to monitor...

"...I do not feel like myself when I do it," Pop admitted, with a faint smile in that glimmer in his eyes. "Giving myself a name beyond the title and the species... I could accept that. But the language, the etiquette... I do wonder if it unnerves them." His expression darkened. "But I do wish...

The look of concern flashed in Maple's eyes, though it faded quickly in favor of her usual, stoic gaze. Duty, now, and not comfort. "Someone who is going out of their way to help... but endangering themselves in the process?" she asked. "You would need to outline it to them in more practical...

"Leadership?" asked Maple, tilting her head. Millijoule, too, seemed curious. "After the reputation I built for myself among your group of visitors, I'm... surprised you would seek me out for that sort of advice." "Well, regardless of how you handles yourself, you're clearly the team leader now...

"Well, for one, I have a great amount of power," Pop replied frankly. "I do not think it is the same position as a ruler and their subjects... Though, it is also a matter of respect that they do not defy me. Mutual respect." He bowed his head. "It is true, though. Should you make a mistake, that...

Maple didn't notice. She just stroked at Millijoule's back, thoughtful, wistful, and that distant look in her eyes meant that her mind had gone elsewhere for a precious few seconds. "I can't think of anything better," she replied simply.

Leg withdrew some of the darkness so Cynthian could at least see her disguise. "Khh..." Leg slid closer, poking and prodding at Cynthian to make sure he was real. Satisfied enough, she then inspected the doll Cynthian had brought. That, too, satisfied her. "Make... doll," Leg repeated. "Was...

And once again, the dark room in the house of Truffle and Leg slid open, revealing nothing but darkness and two pinpricks of light within. At the very least, Leg was consistent, and she didn't seem to be stalking people at night this time, either. Perhaps she had a firm talking to from Maple...

"She did," Owen said. "She, um. She didn't do too well." "Y'know, that's kind of weird to think about," Cal said. "Isn't Maple, like, holding back when she's in that form, or something? I remember her mentioning something like that... But she still lost badly to Joule." "It's weird that we've...

Chapter 80 – Finding Stability Demitri was a lot heavier than Mispy remembered. The Haxorus lounged on her back, axes by his side, while he nestled his face against her. “Thanks for this, Mispy,” Demitri mumbled. The Meganium nodded silently, though she was more focused on her surroundings...

"Indeed, though it's never really that simple, even when it is said that way." Pop looked down. "I can relate this to how I've seen kingdoms of old interact, before the world's unification. Yes, one could be much stronger than the others, but if they spread themselves too thin, they risked their...

Maple blinked, then chuckled a little. "I'm sorry," she said. "With everything that happens, I lost track of what it all means sometimes... I mean, in general, if someone tries to... Oh, how does he phrase it..." "Throw me off my game," Millijoule said. "That's the new hip way to say it. Why...

He listened, and despite his casual tone in public, perhaps this was when Icetales would truly see those calculating, kind eyes the deity had in private. Those same eyes that had stared at Maple, undoubtedly, telling her to hold off on striking Diyem's team down. The same eyes that watched Cibus...

"Joule... was not much of a fighter," Maple replied. "Or not in the traditional sense. He does not like to use his power unless as a last resort. Normally he is incredibly gentle... A bastion of light, not..." "Yes, I do not have very many memories of using my power to destroy," Millijoule...

Pop nodded, slowly. "I would sacrifice everything I had if it meant my world would be made a safer place," he said simply, and with more gravity than necessary. "...But before this all happened, I usually allowed the world to manage itself. Only when truly great crises took place did I step in...

"There's no telling what it was that convinced Joule to strike Giovanni," Maple said, "but compared to everything else, it was... fleeting. I don't think it will work again." Millijoule shifted some, curling a little tighter around the table. "Mm. In the end, we are nothing but projections from...

"I have a tentative plan for how to deal with the attack that is coming our way now," Pop replied. "...But we are still planning out our possibilities and risks for the rest of it. This won't be easy, but we need to find a way that we can defeat him before a blast like that destroys the town...

"I don't know," Maple replied. "They appear to be based on his power, but I can't say for sure if it's only his at play," added Millijoule. "I would know, I'm based off of him. Joule isn't any ordinary Necrozma. Just as Maple is a Voice that was enchanted with light, Joule is a dragon of light...

"Me, working together with Dark Matter," Maple said with a skeptical look in her eye. "I don't know if... I'm ready for that yet. He still tried to do... what happened to my home world. There are things about him that... will never stop reminding me of that." "But, at the very least, you aren't...

"Yo," Arceus greeted automatically, looking back. He seemed to be mulling over some glowing documents and texts of some kind, scrolls, even. Guess he couldn't quite get rid of some old habits, it seemed. "Glad to--oh, it's you." He relaxed some, then nodded. "Greetings, Icetales. Was there...