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The wind was quiet today. Arceus did not breathe, or at least did not need to, but perhaps in an effort to relate to the mortals, he did sigh. Perhaps on reflex. "Come," Arceus said, though he made no gestures to attack. "Bahamut, tell me... by a star's age, how old are you?"

"...It is rare for a god to feel helpless," Arceus replied. "Perhaps not where you are from, but typically I have only dealt with this sort of thing during Omens. ...But I shall endure." Arceus looked to Bahamut. "I think a better question would be asking the same of you. Are you well?"

Once more, the tower doors slid open, and Arceus appeared shortly after with a curt nod. He didn't seem to be in the greatest moods, though that was understandable, considering how a human had fooled so much of their cause. "Welcome," he replied politely.

The Zoroark stared for a while, still seething, but it didn't seem to be about Brisa specifically anymore. It was aimless, scattered, and Maple gave him the occasional, concerned glance. Finally, he muttered, "Just forget it," and then wandered off. His mane was still dull--looked like there...

"You know, you may be used to seeing the world under gloom and doom," Cal hissed, "but thinking, 'wow I might have to kill you one day' isn't really something that normal people dwell on. That's why I'm not gonna try entertaining that until we have to."

Owen, with the help of a few others, quickly tried to make his way to the Guild to see what was happening, hearing the tail-end of some of the conversation. It helped that Cal was there to silently give him more of an idea of what was happening. Soda's eyes twitched. "I was blown into a...

Maple smirked a little and held her bag up. "What bad news?" she asked. "...The mole clearly didn't know what to think, because I hid Sword with myself. I gave her to nobody... I am the only one guaranteed to not be a spy, after all." "How humble of you," Soda mumbled, limping his way inside...

Giovanni seemed focused on Nate for only a split-second, and he was definitely about to make some kind of retort... But then, a Psychic blast warped the air around him. He glanced left, unaffected, and weaved out of the way of a full-body tackle from Karat. Giovanni dodged several more blows...

Maple looked back only for an instant to see who it was, but she was more focused on stopping Giovanni. She conjured a blade of light and sliced the air, sending a sharp crescent his way. Predictably, the energy dissipated before it could so much as cut his arm. Maple snarled and had to trust...

"Uh--punch and kick things?!" Owen ran faster, looking ahead at the damage. Bahamut's strides were so much larger than his that he could barely keep up. His flame was a blazing blue, and as tempted as he was to search for where Sword was with Wishkeeper, he had a feeling that it would give away...

"Sure, we can keep her protected," Pita offered. "Mew can Teleport us around to random spots on the Water Continent for a while. It'll tire her out, but--" "Mewtwo can also Teleport, and there's no telling if we might have trouble contacting you before he does," Maple dismissed. "Leaving just...

Destiny Village was in an uproar. Most of it was localized to the western portion of town, where Poppin' Arms was located. The Guild had, thankfully, not been "blown up," but was instead partially damaged on parts of the western wall, where Karat had been contained with Shield. There were still...

"I was watching Nate perform it," Maple said. "We don't have time to pull off that same trick again."

Soda looked surprised at first, like he hadn't considered that. "Right, you guys aren't immune to Psychic blasts..." He looked off. "The Blacklight had touched the Water Continent a few months ago during the initial scattering of random, giant Pokemon," Maple said. "Shades had been here as...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on," Soda said even as Maple prepared the portal, though she looked like she was having trouble doing it, even now. "We aren't splitting the party up. Giovanni wants that. The second we split off, he could pop in and steal Darkwhite. I don't trust that guy for a second...

Clarification: It's even more granularized than this, and is based on each individual unit's stamina. Treat their current stamina like Speed from the canon games. A team member can intentionally go after a slower member, but do note that it means letting other members or even opponents who are...

I'd like to third, fourth, or whatever the number is now on a curved prize scale if giving out too many prizes is an issue due to strain and so on. My personal suggestion would be something like what was said before. Assuming the point scaling is the same... 5, 10, 20, 30, 50, 70, 100 . . ...

"Hey, I can totally attack! Just... not as hard as you guys." Cal crossed her arms, frowning. "We're more defensive and stuff." "I don't know if removing it is possible..." Owen looked to Darkwhite. "But... should we try? Or... should we do it somewhere, you know, more controlled, like a...

Alright all, time for the Round 7 retrospective. Same drill as before. A few things: Support Players and actions on their behalf - Policy A concern was brought up about Support players and whether or not they want their Supports used at the will of the Front Line players, or whether they want...

"No, it isn't," Maple said to Bahamut. "At least... I don't think it is." Owen nodded, then looked to Wishkeeper. "Darkwhite used to be so chaotic that I couldn't look at her for long. It's like trying to comprehend a storm and every single water droplet... Overwhelming. But now..." Wishkeeper...