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"Well, I imagine Mudkip would be returning to his world when this is all over," Millijoule said. "Hrm, now that I think about it, I wonder if your friends are aware of that. When this is done, you'll be parting ways, after all. They were never meant to be in this world to begin with." Millijoule...

It wasn't much. It was a small platform that Reshiram waved his wing over. After a pause, a flickering hologram appeared that looked like a user interface, which he then poked through to grab several files, programs, and icons. He had mail. 327 pieces of mail, in fact. He didn't open that icon...

"Oh, the Sky Jukebox? That's actually something from Shaymin Village! A lot of Legends are pretty up and up when it comes to technology, at least, the ones that didn't isolate themselves for so many ages before this one." Spinda placed the drinks down, well-prepared all things considered. "Just...

"Oho, you are?" Millijoule said, leaning forward. "You know, I don't think I would mind that. And I also wouldn't mind it if we could have all of you join up! Once we rescue Joule, of course. I may have memories of him, but I don't have his memories. I'm very curious how I'd react to me."

"Yeah. Yeah, I didn't really know what happened to my body, and nobody in the Powers That Be told me about it, either. They didn't really know. They said that they just searched for a suitable person that'd help them, I answered, and that was it. They didn't think to check on what happened or...

This Legend had pure, white fur, two legs, and wings that doubled, in a sense, as arms. He was somewhere between a bird and a dragon, though mostly the latter, with a tail that radiated a great heat and white fur that resembled pure smoke coming out the end. Reshiram, the Dragon of Truth. His...

Soda held the glass a little tighter, then pushed it away so he didn't risk breaking it. "Partner and I talked it out," he said. "I had a home to get back to. I figured that when it was all over, I would be able to go home and say my goodbyes. I told them early. I wasn't going to be some idiot...

"That's possible, but... Who would possibly have contact with Maple in a way that they would borrow her badge? That'd give them away immediately..." Heavy footsteps echoed from outside. It seemed someone was coming, and Chip looked about ten times more afraid.

"Right, you're one of the smart ones." Soda sighed, looking down. "...Yeah. Yeah, I was human. I was human a long time ago. Sorta forgot what it was like for the most part, y'know, being a Zoroark for longer than I've been anything else. But we didn't really go off and save the world from some...

"Well, I suppose the toughest fight would be this one," Millijoule said simply. "The planet before this one, though? It was nothing particularly special in the grand scheme of things, but it was a world of an earlier era than here. Dark Matter of that world had come early, almost right after the...

"Joule constantly traveled worlds," Soda said. "It was kind of his thing. Bastion of hope and second chances or whatever dumb shit he spouts." He shrugged. "I guess it worked out aside from now when he went and got corrupted." But to Dave's next question, he snorted and said, "There are tons of...

"They do," Chip said. "Every badge sends out a unique signal that identifies who is sending it. That same signal is what's used to return a message back to the recipient. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to send a message back. So what would be the point?!" He raised his limbs up.

Soda looked offended in a way, like Dave was being presumptuous that he would disclose something like that in the first place. He sighed and took another drink. It wasn't like it really mattered. "You could ask that for anybody on God Squad. Aside from the big light dragon himself, nobody on...

"All clear!" Cepa called, flying down from the other side of the town square. "It wasn't that hard to purify the folks here. The Shadows totally o erwhelmed them, but all it did was turn them into brooding grumps, not hostile." "Well, that confirms it," Cal said flatly. "Those were Diyem's...

"Oh, goodness. Simply too many." Millijoule nodded. "We've toppled corrupt gods and saved small and large civilizations so many times. hopping from world to world, evaluating problems, seeing if things were peaceful or not, and occasionally relaxing in worlds that were particularly peaceful...

"Hello, Lexx..." Chip's disembodied limbs lowered sadly. "This might be the last time you see me. I'm done for. Put a fork in me. Reshiram's going to turn me into a code-based oven roast..." He chirped sadly in binary, then looked at him. "Here to look at more of the Rocket tech? You probably...

"Tch." Despite everything, Soda smirked at Mia. "She's a practical one, huh? I like that." He took another swig. "Everyone with their emotions and feelings getting in the way of the most favorable outcome. That sound about right, kid?" He set the glass down and sighed. "...Yeah. Guess I've got...

"Ohhh, Reshiram isn't going to like this..." Chip floated listlessly through the white halls of the research facility. He drifted with several papers floating in front of him, each one some kind of log or report that he had printed out. "It doesn't make sense. How did they replicate Maple's...

"Oho, I don't know what species to call her! Being infused with Light and a Voice of Life herself, her true form is something to behold indeed!" He leaned forward. "If you ask me, she only keeps it hidden so it doesn't frighten the natives. It's a shame it also keeps her from tapping into her...

"Nope," Cal said flatly. "You know Diyem, so you're with us. Welcome to the world-saving biz." The black-blob Charmander crossed her arms, and the golden flames she had for eyes flickered with interest. "What Cal means," Owen said gently, and the Charmeleon tittered nervously in response, "is...