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"Well, that settles things, then," S'more said, clapping his hands together once. "Owen, why don't you return to bed for now? Same for you, Vix. Be sure to spread the word in the morning. Leg? Why don't you return home to Truffle?" "Khh..." Leg descended into the ground and slithered out the...

"Guess so," Soda said. "Like I said, I saved bigger and bigger things. The stronger I became, the more I was capable of, and the more I got to be known. Created an illusory forest just so people wouldn't bug me all day. Partner and I lived together pretty nicely like that..." Soda trailed off...

"I don't really know if it's stealing," Owen said, frowning. "I mean, when you think about it, it's more like... kidnapping and... using test subjects without going through the proper procedures, or something? I mean, I've been experimented on before and stuff, so I guess you picked the right...

The Mimikyu looked away. "Khh..." "I imagine so," S'more said. "I suspect Leg searched for the most agreeable participants first, perhaps Owen was among them... And from there, branched out in an effort to help the team. Though, you certainly could have asked first, Leg." She looked down. "I...

"Khhh..." "Leg's a little... eccentric, but I've no reason to doubt her good intentions," S'more said. "What were you doing so late at night? Fixing what?" "Fixing... power..." "...Ahh..." S'more nodded. "I remember, now. Maple told me about this. Now, as I understand it, Leg has a... special...

"Khhh... fixing..." "Fixing?" Owen said, frowning. "What do you mean? I feel like I was hit by all four of a Machamp's fists." "Fixing... power. Make... better." Leg revealed a few of her tendrils, each one poised like a mechanic's tools. "With my aura?" Owen asked. "you were... doing that to...

"I guess so..." Chip sighed. "Ahh, here we go. We need to check things like this. There's a log here of a received message from Maple, but there is no log of Maple sending a message. An impersonation. We never put code to check for this..." Reshiram sighed, rubbing his head. "I suppose we...

"Someone took my soul again?" Owen mumbled, grumbling. "Wait, but I'm still talking, so I don't think he took that from me... I feel pretty whole." Owen felt his chest, then his gut, then crossed his arms, forming a golden sphere. "Protect's still normal. Are you sure they didn't put it back?"...

Puddle's aim was surprisingly accurate, but this creature was swift and pulled Owen deep into the shadowy abyss. Seconds later, he reappeared on the other side of the room, the great, clawed hand digging into Owen's chest. His body jerked and something ethereal flew from Owen's mouth, which...

Owen seemed to be unconscious, his body bumping and twitching in subtle ways as whatever was looming over him did its work. Now that Vix ad Puddle were closer, they heard strange, growling noises from some tiny thing. Dark tendrils poked and prodded at Owen, and there were subtle, ethereal...

"There are two different networks that we operate under," Reshiram explained. "The civilian network and the military network. You, God Squad, and high-rank Guild members around the world are part of the military network, or have access to it. The network operates under a completely different...

"Organization was called PPMG. Peaceful Preventative Measures Guild. In other words, our job was to get into organizations before they could get off the ground, sabotage them from the inside, and demoralize any efforts to cause trouble before it actually happened. Thankless, shadowy, yeah, we're...

Soda nodded. "Yep. Not too different from this one all in all, at least in terms of stuff like position and all that. But y'know, I thought it was a little weird, too." Soda tapped his claws on the glass. "Why would someone like that approach me for a proposal like that, y'know? Well, as it...

"Ohh, you just walk up to it and play around with the buttons a little! It's supposed to be easy and intuitive to use." Spinda wobbled back to the usual spot to clean the dishes. "I think it was designed in case you had a little too much berry juice."

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want to answer that, how's that sound?" Soda snapped, but despite the venom of his words, his voice had no power. "...Eventually I got over it. My life back at the human world, yeah, I had good stuff, but I also had good stuff in the Pokemon world, and I was stuck...

Later that night, Owen had indeed settled into a well-earned sleep. It was hard to tell if anything would rouse him from that slumber. After shrouding his tail with the light-covering veil for Dave's sake--not that he knew where Dave had gone--he was out like a light, snoozing quietly. Nearby...

[Calorie > Team Spectrum]: Good thing he just left the convo... [Tamato > Team Spectrum]: He's good, too, just in his own way. He's from a really different world.

"Take care!" Millijoule waved two of his wings, then turned back at Potluck, who had curled up around a bundle of plush toys. "Hmm, I do wonder..." He pondered aloud, bringing another wing to his chin. "If Joule comes around, will I need to start behaving differently? Is he my father or my twin...

[Calorie > Team Spectrum]: Hey I got one for myself too! Things are fine here, but I think Owen wants to get a nap. He's a tired old man. [Tamato > Team Spectrum]: I'm just going to rest off the fatigue, that's all. [Calorie > Team Spectrum]: See? Old man. [Tamato > Team Spectrum]: I'm old...

"Joule... ahhh, I'm afraid I don't have those memories," Millijoule said simply. "It was so long ago. I believe he was simply born from the cosmos for all I know, or perhaps from another Necrozma... They are strange beings, really. Long, long life cycles, and ever since Joule interacted with...