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Owen smiled back, though it didn't seem to be with a hint of awkwardness this time. He sighed and looked down, thinking to himself. Mellow was a bystander in all this, more like the team chef than anything, and... he had a feeling that would be important going forward for morale. And even though...

[Tamato > Sourdough]: Maple? Wow.

[Tamato > Sourdough]: Am I in trouble?

...Very well, he said. I will do what I can to inform them about my origins, but you should not communicate about it on those badges. After all, they likely have access to those communications, unlike here. As for the rest... Yes. I shall leave it to you and a few others. I imagine several of...

Nighttime Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up. It was like an incessant ringing in their ears, but it was somehow both monotone and urgent. It was perhaps equidistant from morning and evening, only the stars and a bright moon to accompany them as several of Diyem's misfits shuffled around...

"Hssss... Ksssshhh..." It kept struggling, making it halfway into the bush, before it ultimately stopped, its head poking into the leaves but going no further. It didn't breathe, but it never did; it seemed that, for now, it wasn't able to fight back.

Owen nodded. "It is, but... hey, we still need to fight them, right? So... All things considered, I think it's worth the risk. Especially since these aren't really our real bodies or anything, right? So I guess I can afford to be a little reckless!" Owen grinned, though there was something...

The Sleep Powder clouded around the Shade and it hissed again, thrashing about as some of the powder landed on its body. Its thrashing went from ferocious to clumsy, and it started to stumble away next, its movements more and more careless.

[Tamato > Team Misfits]: Hi I'm okay. Sorry. I remembered a lot. I was screaming but I'm okay and I'm not hurt. It was just a lot.

"You're free to not trust me," Maple said simply. "To be completely honest, I do not trust your group, either. But for now, we are cautiously moving toward the same goal of saving Cibus. Am I wrong?" Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "Should I catch even a hint that may not be the case for...

Bahamut would hear Diyem sighing, perhaps partly in annoyance, but largely in defeat. I know, he said. I intend to go as fast as I can, and reveal it all when I must. I will at least tell you what I don't know, he said. I do not know where these Shades are coming from, nor this Darkwhite, nor...

"From what I've observed..." Maple hummed, nodding. "You explode. Or, more specifically, energy explodes powerfully in all directions from your person... leaving you exhausted as if you'd been defeated in battle. The outpouring of energy has left Brisa bedridden, and I suspect she will be for a...

"You weren't there?" Owen asked, frowning. "Thought they gathered everyone... Oh, that might've been Flame..." He shook his head. "It came from Maple. The same powers that Truffle and the rest of God Squad has, she gifted a weaker version to us. So it came from Arceus, and helped us have even...

Owen looked calmer than before, though he was still looking uneasy. He sighed, and then looked at his hands again. With a little focus, and a bit more time, his feathery leaves condensed into orange scales again. The flower withered and burst into flames. Soon, he was back to normal again, and...

I do not, Diyem replied simply, and this time there was no pause. All you must do is continue fighting. I have no control over being able to replace you all anyway, and if I could, there are far higher priority individuals than you. The reply was short, simple, and to the point. He was never...

Owen had stood there, closing his eyes and breathing steadily. Occasionally he mumbled to himself, perhaps speaking with Diyem, but for the most part he was simply sitting there. His flower glowed softly, like it was bio-luminescent, to make up for his lack of a flame. Eventually, however, he...

That part I have still told you the truth... Not the entire truth. I unfortunately... That is something that I am building toward. But know this: the Shades, and everything to do with it... I did not foresee this. I thought this would be something else entirely. I thought the first crisis I sent...

"Thank you," Owen said quietly. "I'm sorry. Maybe... maybe when I have more time to get through it all, I'm--it's just a lot. I can't t-talk about it right now." He nodded apologetically toward Cabot, and then continued to another part of the quarters, if only to relax in someplace that was...

Owen shook his head at Mellow. "I'm... fine. I just... need to rest. I'm not going to hurt anyone... not anymore..." That last part was more to himself, like it had been intended for an inside thought and not said aloud. But the way Owen stood up, he didn't seem to realize he'd said it at all...

"It... it is good," Owen said, laughing, because what else was he supposed to do? Yet there was a tinge of madness in his eyes. "It's good... it's what I wanted... I wanted this... hahaha..." He was still trembling.