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"That sounds awful," Pepper said, frowning. "I've never had to battle to kill, even after all I've done. It's not in my nature, I guess..." The Feraligatr shifted her weight, pondering on the concept. "Well, either way, hopefully you'll be a little at ease here," Thyme said. "Y'know...

Turf stiffened, glancing at Surf, who snarled. "Hmph... Fine. I guess we know when we're beat," she said, though that was mostly because Bahamut wasn't trying to do any attacks. Playing all defensive was... boring! The crowd, however, seemed impressed at how well Bahamut was able to take on...

"What... how did... but that's not..." Surf broke free of the strands and pointed accusingly at Bahamut. "How is that fair?! How can you heal just like that?!" "All that damage we dealt to him... I don't think he even feels it anymore!" Turf whimpered. "Surf, what do we do...?" "It's obvious...

Incineroar announced the blows, but with that declaration, he glanced at the vitality sensors and gasped. "What's this?!" he said. "It seems that since this battle started, Bahamut has actually become stronger than when he first entered! Our interface doesn't know how to measure it!" "Well...

"What... what did you... do to me?" Surf grunted, struggling to break free from the golden strands that wrapped around her arms. "What kind of technique is this?!" "Surf!" Turf called. "Wait! You don't have to move to do this next attack! Let's do our secret combo!" "Right... Don't think...

Screens flashed to life high above the arena, revealing the vitality of both sides of the field, Bahamut, Surf, and Turf were all shown with full vitality, though once Surf took the Thunder Wave shock, a little, yellow icon appeared next to her name on the screen. "Ghhk--! You... think that's...

"What a surprise for us today!" Incineroar declared, holding a device that some would recongize as a microphone of some kind, though it seemed to glow slightly. Perhaps some enchantments. "Bahamut, the crystal fortress, against Surf and Turf, the daughters of time! Are we ready to battle...

Maple stared Cynthian down, her expression still too hard to read normally. Perhaps it was intentionally blank. "As I said," Maple said, "I am under orders from Arceus not to harm you. Even if you decared yourselves a part of some post-Dark Matter cult, I would not be allowed to kill you. So...

"Aw, lighten up a little," Thyme said, stepping over to Bahamut. "They just want to have a sparring match with you. Try to go easy, yeah? I think they're just excited and did it spur of the moment. And hey, maybe you can get some good word in for your team." Surf and Turf were standing on the...

"Come on, come on!" Surf urged Bahamut to follow them to the battle arena, where Turf was already trying to scale the stands to. By now the audience seemed convinced this was some kind of scripted performance as a special event, and were taking seats once more.

Owen shrank some when Brisa raised her voice, though he seemed to have enough mettle to not back down entirely. He nodded when Brisa relaxed. "Yeah. L-like I said, he's harsh, but I think he's just trying to help, in his own... Shadowy way. Maybe that means my subconscious side is also trying to...

Owen stared, slack-jawed for a few moments, and then jerked his head upward. "What do you mean, you told me so? When did you--Oh right. Well, er..." He turned back to Brisa. "I don't think he said anything all that helpful anyway. Just something about how what's making your Shadows worse is your...

"Mhm." Owen could sense the apprehension in the air, so he made it easier for now. It pooled below his feet and rose behind him, looming and staring with those golden, featureless eyes. It stared at Brisa, judging silently. "...So, there he is," Owen said with a nervous titter. The flaming...

"I won't," Owen said. "I've already got Bahamut telling me to be honest with myself, too. And now that I have my Shadow lecturing me about how to be proper and all that, it's not like I have anywhere to hide anymore." He laughed a little, rubbing his cheek. "Mm... But all things considered, I...

Owen watched, a little surprised to hear that, but he smiled anyway. "Yeah, thanks, I... yeah. I don't have much trouble speaking to others nowadays, since, you know, comes with the job and interacting with clients... Back when I actually did that job and wasn't--not important. I, er, I've been...

"Yes," Maple replied, nodding. "I am like Buffet." ...I cannot tell if she is lying or telling the truth, Diyem said flatly. She could be. Or this was a story she had prepared for this circumstance, just as I did. There is no telling. Though, to come up with the exact same false story that I...

Maple stared at Cynthian with an expression somewhere between annoyance and pity. Then, with an exasperated sigh, the Smeargle looked toward them all and said, "Very well. I suppose by the good word of the Arceus of this world, I can at least have him vouch for my benevolence." ...So she...

Chip was too enamored with the logo and whatever other technological marvels there were to say anything further, but Maple, still standing with a pensive frown, glanced Starr's way. "...I suppose it will have to wait for the meeting," Maple said to her. "I will need to prepare the full...

"Whoops," Soda said, holding a paw to his mouth with an innocent, startled look in his eyes. "Sowwy, Maple. I guess I messed up." With just her glare, a beam of light shot from just over Maple's shoulder and into Soda's chest. It passed through and left a small scorch on the wall, but did...

"That Cosmog is resting in the study right now," Maple said. "Apparently he spends most of his time there, reading about the world... Or at least that's what he says he's doing. I think he just doesn't want to be around others." "Not a very sociable human, is he?" Soda remarked, poking at one...