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Silver glared at Rocky, but didn't tell him to go away. Perhaps that was his own way of thanks. "Oh, Karat broke out of the Guild during a moment of weakness in security, but we still aren't sure how all those protections were lowered to begin with. It might have to do with, you know"--Chip...

Cal stared at the projection, tilting her head. "Looks kinda like..." she mumbled to herself. "Mm. Anger." Kyurem munched on the first quarter of her cookie. "I remember anger." "Do you... not feel angry anymore?" Owen asked. "I feel anger. Petty anger. But I have moved past deep resentment a...

"I see the future in some sort of clarity, more than Psychics typically do. I am geared toward seeing Ends, yes, but that is not all. The Bittercold Omen was my first true sight in a long, long time. I was certain it would be the proper end to this place, and so I did everything I could to...

Owen stepped in next, along with Cal. "Weren't you the one who said to hang your old world's coat at the door of this world?" she asked. "Cal," Owen hissed. Cal shrugged openly. "It's a heavy coat," Kyurem replied for Bahamut. "You mortals have such light pasts. If I had to guess for Bahamut...

"Similar mindset..." Kyurem hummed in response, and Owen, suddenly filled with a sense of cold dread, glanced worriedly at Cal. She shrugged. "You must be as cheerful in general as you are in the arena." Owen winced. With an address like that, there was no way she would want to speak with them...

"Worlds work in domains," Soda replied, as if reciting a lecture he'd heard from someone long ago. "A god is only powerful if they are in the domain they created. The Arceus of that world is a lot weaker in another's, for example. At least, depending on the reality or world network. Sometimes...

Owen sighed silently, deciding not to humor it this time. He turned his attention to the doorway, wondering who Bahamut was looking up this time. Hopefully someone with a little cheer to convince him to stay with the team. He wondered, idly, if the Blacklight avoided Bahamut because it didn't...

"We have no idea where Darkwhite or Giovanni are," Owen said, "but we might have an idea where Diyem is. That new Team Spectrum member, she might have seen something or had more information. At this point, I think we're going to try to find the first of the three... They're all related anyway...

Somehow, it looked like the flame had reignited. "Sure, battle training. That's what happened." He drifted further away from the room until Typhlosion and the others were out of earshot. "I'm just tired. I've been tired all day. What even happened outside?"

There was no answer at first, and only the wind accompanied the pair. Before Bahamut could try for another knock, or walk away for that matter, someone else called his name. "Bahamut?" And there came Owen One, along with his hellspawn, Cal. "I was wondering where you were," the Charmeleon...

"Hmph... They're fine. They're getting along with each other and don't really need me for that." Cosmog shook out the last of the toxic sludge. The embers went out on their own. "I still don't feel that... connection that humans are apparently supposed to share with their team. It's just not...

"As if I'd ever get an answer from him," Soda said with a bitter venom in his voice. "All I know is after fending her off, I... went straight to him and attacked. And I scared him a lot, doing that. He pulled every trick he could, and that was around the time that Maple showed up with Joule and...

Chip cringed. "N-not in front of Reshiram!" he squeaked. "It's all right," Reshiram said, glancing back so his blue eye could meet Nate's. "Ah, and you're Nate. Well met. I am Reshiram, Dragon of Truth, inventor of the various whosits and whatsits that most civilians use nowadays. Or at least...

"Hmm, that will take some time," Reshiram said. "But you have a good point. If we can trace through those logs, we may find something..." "You mean, where they had been sent?" Chip asked. "How can we be sure where they're from?" "We can't, but it will be a better chance than flying in the...

"We tried towers for a little while," Reshiram said. "But they weren't very pretty, you know. It didn't take long for us to look into better technology. Compact, underground, that sort of thing... We used similar technology to Entercards, actually. Artificial Dungeon pathways that can be...

"Yeah." Soda looked down. "I said no, either he was going to save my partner or I was going to defect. He wasn't too happy about that. He told me to go away and think about it for the night. He said that maybe some time to mull it over would put me in a good headspace. And... goddammit, I...

"No." Soda shook his head. "This was all before Maple came into the picture. Here's the thing. I was playing between two sides. On one hand, the organization I was part of, who assigned me to investigate Arceus. And on the other, Arceus himself, working under him. And my partner... I tried...

Reshiram paused, then looked at the logs. "...Hmm, interesting... These unmatched messages don't have proper location data, either. It's set to the middle of the Sea of Wonders--the default zero-zero coordinate. It's what's assumed if it isn't able to find the location properly."

"I'd... like that, thanks." Owen smiled a little, tail glowing a little brighter. He wondered, idly, if he could spar with Vix sometime... <><><>

"Offer was," Soda said, "I'd work under him. In exchange, I got to live for as long as I served. Tenure's apparently great, measured in centuries." Soda laughed a little. "Seemed like a pretty good gig, so I accepted immediately. And just like that my spirit was bound." His expression darkened...