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Necrozma compared Maple's statements with Cynthian's startled reaction. "It sounds like... there's more than one of these Dark Matter daemons." He looked into his right hand. "Perhaps a Dark Matter from an alternate world sensed the lack of its counterpart and chose to strike? Maybe we're...

"You are... not fazed by my appearance either." It was, again, an observation. "I take it that everyone who works for Maple knows about my so-called 'kind?'"

"It's nothing." He waved Jaro off. "A psychic-type thing. You wouldn't understand." Necrozma couldn't bring himself to look at Potluck, but addressed him anyway. "You there. Silvally. Are you with Truffle and Maple? Why weren't you helping with the rampaging magikarp?"

"Excuse me? You're... a pokémon?" Necrozma crossed his arms. "But you... your aura... nrrgh. It's like someone mashed everything together." He gripped his head. He was clearly in pain.

"He says this after fighting a giant gyarados?" Necrozma scoffed, though he wasn't sure anyone was listening to him.

Having come in from the investigation, Necrozma was not prepared for the sight awaiting him in the dojo. Gesturing to the blanket fort, he loudly proclaimed, "Whose lost child is this?" despite not knowing what was actually under the blankets.

"Familiar." Stars above, was he tired of hearing that. If he just had his real power... he could make people take him seriously. Instead, everyone was looking at him like he was a cranky elder that had been woken from a nap too early. Though, perhaps, that's all someone like me really deserves...

"I don't like you picking them up like that," Necrozma growled. "If they have an energy-draining aura, who's to say they're not draining your life force as we speak? Don't let your powers get siphoned. Some of us would kill to have them."

Again he was ignored. How frustrating. Did this smeargle really think she could casually toss around that power — no, his power — and brush him aside? Still, his complaints faded upon discovery of the stones. "I... do not think these are simple stones." His multicolored triangles flickered...

Necrozma had lived far too long to fall for such an obvious sidestep of his question. And that look she was giving him. "You didn't answer me, you know." His core flickered. "But I'm sensing... something faint. From upstream, perhaps?" He waved his right arm in front of him.

Necrozma tried. He tried so, so hard to hold it in. But he couldn't. It had to be said. "How can a smeargle carve a portal through space like that? That's something—" He stopped. Necrozma looked at his right hand. "If only I wasn't so worthless..."

Wrote 1100 words today for Path of Valor.

Much as he wanted to question Sashimi, Necrozma floated toward Soda and Truffle. "Fine, then I'll go with you. But someone try to get something out of the gyarados. And chase after that charmander that ran off."

So, in spite of Diyem definitely trying to screw the team over by evolving Sashimi, the group somehow held tough. The lack of any enthusiasm in Diyem's curt telepathic congratulatory statement told Necrozma everything he needed to know. And yet, between the successful shielding of Nip and the...

He should've been more forceful and more insistent that he'd fight directly. But he couldn't reverse time. That said, he could see Sashimi was looking wobbly, but so were some of his teammates. Necrozma would have to act now. He floated up to Nip's side, hands brimming with light. "Do what you...

Necrozma uses Shield 1 on Nip.

This was bad. The giant magikarp could be handled. Heck, one was. But a giant gyarados was another story entirely. There had to be something he could do. He just had to focus. Focus. Focus. Dig deep. Reach into what little light he had available. "If someone... needs healing... please give me a...

Auto-battle: Using my support freebie to cast a Heal II if one is required turn 2 or later. Please prioritize the heaviest hitters, like Cabot.

Support: Buy Heal I and Heal II. No bonus distributions or item purchases, since I'm not actually fighting. :^)

"It? There's two of them, boy. Did you hit your head too hard?" Necrozma shook his head. "Perhaps there are a lot of ferals in your ancestry."