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"Lum and Oran, mostly," Croconaw replied, frowning. "It's something you give if you aren't sure what's wrong, so you kind of just throw everything you can at once..." She sighed. "It hasn't been working, but it at least makes her feel... a little better, I think. She tried to straighten her...

Plagues are a part of life. But I suppose a supernatural plague would warrant an investigation... "You think you can, huh?" Croconaw said. "Well... I have to go and see how she's doing. She's too weak to leave; I had to carry her to the evacuation area, and then I forgot her medicine. But we...

Oh, yes, blame me, of course. Croconaw didn't look very convinced. "If you guys are the ones that are trying to fight that thing... good luck. I bet if Mom and Dad were here, we wouldn't have this problem at all, but... maybe they're getting caught up in saving some other crisis again." She...

Croconaw stepped out after them and closed the door behind her with a huff. "How come you guys are here, anyway? Where are you from? Because you picked a bad time to show up..."

"...How--how many X-Eyes are you on?!" Croconaw shouted. "You come into our home, and now you're criticizing me about productive discussions? Why, I oughta--" She stepped forward, but then some of the contents of her bag spilled out and she hastily picked it up. Among them, there seemed to be a...

Croconaw puffed out her chest. "I'm gathering the last of our belongings. I can't believe you didn't know that Team Spice lives here!" She snarled, slapping her tail on the ground and stomping her foot. "...Everyone does. So you aren't even from here? Or are you outlaws trying to disguise being...

"HEY!" It came from seemingly nowhere--a blast of water from the left, just around the corner, from the huge maw of a Croconaw. The blast was incredible--even though it had missed Nip, intentionally, it left a clear carving in the wall behind him. "What do you think you're doing?! Shouldn't...

"Um... As long as you don't hit your head with mine," Owen said, tapping a claw to his skull. "Okay. Let's go!" "Take care!" Truffle waved a wing, then looked at Soda, who nodded back. "Don't do anything stupid," Soda added nonchalantly. "Or if you do, make sure nobody finds out."

Everything above has been logged. Additionally, I'm interpreting @SparklingEspeon's entry as covering all three waves since it was a review that covered 12 chapters. More than enough. Feel free to continue logging things for BLECs, of course.

They could also be busy. It sounds as if the world is under attack, not just here... Hrm. Diyem hummed a bit, then settled with, Do not press them. They may actually have coordination to perform. Truffle was trying to contact his leader again, but he was met, once again, with static and an...

"Ah, certainly," Truffle replied. "We all make up a fairly well-constructed team for taking down various threats as they arise, and--" "Speaking of which, figure we should get a report set before it's too late," Soda added, pointing a claw at Cabot, Owen, and the others. "If these guys fail, we...

Do not worry, said Diyem nonchalantly. The issue is not related to you.

Truffle watched him go, then smiled toward the others. "He seems very straightforward!"

You'll have to find that yourself, said Diyem. I will try to help... but right now, I do not believe we have time.

I would gladly give you such an advantageous ability if I could, Diyem replied with a growl. Unfortunately, this world operates under different rules, and I must abide by them. It seems that disaster sense is something too powerful for me to recreate.

From nowhere, but perhaps vaguely from above, like a voice from a very irritable god, Diyem spoke. I can hear you, you know.

The westernmost point of Treasure Town led straight to a high cliff. Leaning to the side would allow for a clear view of how the cliff had been carved into the shape of a Sharpedo emerging from the land. The wind was strong and the salty air overtook most other senses, despite how high the...

Just be careful for now. Working with them may be our best option to not arouse any suspicion. Soda was scratching Owen under the chin, which made his flame grow as the Charmander himself let out a content growl. "Due to the... short notice of matters," Truffle said, "we are arranging for...

"...U-um," Owen said to Dave, noticing his stare immediately. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. I don't even remember if I used to have one." Soda looked like he was trying his best not to laugh, and instead widened his smirk. Truffle fluffed up his feathers and murmured...

I don't know, but if they work for this world's Arceus, it probably means they won't appreciate interlopers. I sensed an interloper is behind this mess... but we, too, count. We may be confused for them, or perhaps even associated. "Mmmhm." Soda stood back up before Truffle could tell him to...