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"Hmm... Let me help," Eien offered. Little filaments of darkness emerged from the center of Eien's core, trailing toward Nate. They were no thicker than yarn. "This may feel a little odd, but it will help you get through, I... think." The yarn wrapped around Nate's upper shoulders and clung...

"You know, typically humans are considered to be saviors under most circumstances. Well, there was that Gengar, but eventually he had a change of--ahh, not important." Buffet shook his head. "Though, you do seem to be more... anxious than most humans that I'd summon."

Buffet tilted his head. "Um... Is it not obvious?" he mumbled aloud, drifting left and right as he inspected the cherry blossom tree. It had been clear to him the moment he'd arrived. Then again, Buffet was... familiar with spirits that had this particular scent. "I suppose it's pretty obvious...

After some careful planning and quick work, they got the Parasite into a barrier and out of the lab, where Eien had arrived. It was, admittedly, downright terrifying to see at first glance the huge leviathan flying toward the lab's entrance, and perhaps Dave's old Run Away instincts would have...

"You can, Brisa, you can! Get your rest! You heart it here, folks! By perhaps the slimmest of margins yet, the winner of this match is Team Spectrum!" Though whatever else Incineroar had left to say, it was all lost to Brisa in a delirious haze.

Electricity and steam filled the arena as the top screen showed both fighters at their bottom. The judges in the top of the stands were murmuring to one another fervently, trying to determine an outcome quickly. They checked replays, who feel first, the movement of the bars as Brisa's vitality...

"Nnnghhhh!" Pepper crouched down, tail lashing the air. She spared a glance at the scoreboard. Yeah, that felt about right. Brisa was in great shape despite expending so much energy. At the rate this was going, she wasn't going to last more than two more exchanges like that. And she also...

Buffet nodded. "Now, don't forget," he said gently, "no time passed in the world you came from, according to Diyem. As far as Gen is concerned, it hasn't even been a moment where you were away. It's probably just another nighttime."

"Yes, the cells are separately sealed. I could grab one, er, if you'll help. Do you want the fat, dark one or the skinny, red one?" Chip drifted toward the cell doors, waiting for Dave to get ready.

"You're all staying with me," Buffet said simply, and then nodded. "Okay. It seems we've arrived. Lead the way, Saltriv."

Chip just shrugged, apparently now sending messages to Diyem. "...Oh! It looks like she'll be on her way soon. Considering they can fly, it probably won't be much time at all. Er... I'm not sure how easily she'll fit, though. We never really expected someone bigger than a Wailord to ever set...

"Hmm... There seems to be something strange about this route," Buffet hummed idly. "It's nothing to worry about. Just don't wander too far, mhm? Ah, we're getting close..." Buffet drifted along the stars, the cosmic Hydreigon speeding up as the flow became clearer.

"Thyme?!" Pepper shouted worriedly, but then saw that Starr, too, had fallen. What a fight. They weren't evenly matched, though. A few months of training could only do so much. The Meganium was crouched down, wincing, certainly unable to continue, but he forced a smile at Pepper anyway and said...

"I could try..." Chip pulled out his badge, clicking through. "She doesn't really have a badge yet, but she must be with Diyem. He's Rot here, right? I wonder if Eien will go for a native name, too. Maybe something like... Mold. That would fit with Diyem's, don't you think? What does that sound...

"Sapient, sentient, it's all a line, y'know?" Chip said, but the conversation had moved on. "Mmhh... All right. I guess we'll keep them here for now. Maybe we can find something pleasant, something that lets them calm down. Who knows? There's bound to be something that could purify them or...

"They're setting up," Thyme said. "Just means we need to set up back!" Pepper said, slamming her tail on the ground threateningly before readying something. "Let's do this!" She was about to dash at Brisa, but then Thyme shouted back, "No! Let the barrier fade! Focus on Starr!" She quickly...

Incineroar was in good spirits. Despite the fragmented moon looming over their heads in a special evening match, approaching but not quite passing the bedtime of Surf and Turf. This was important--as while on one side was Starr and Brisa, the other had Thyme and Pepper, the pair looking...

"What, you mean a mercy kill?" Chip said. "Well, I guess it's not really killing if they operate like Substitutes, but..." He drifted toward the barrier, just far enough away--from practice--that it wouldn't provoke them smashing into the wall. "...I mean, they aren't really thinking, feeling...

"Maybe, maybe..." Chip hummed. "A false power source... It's all about what they detect as worthwhile. They either lunge at things they want, or ignore everything else. They don't really have eyes, so it's hard to tell what actually has their attention otherwise. Hmm, hmm, a false power...

"Well... if I had to guess... power." Chip nodded. "Now that they've hatched, and now that they're more, you know, infused with all that energy they've been hiding, I think they're radiating more power in one way or another. Yep! Now that you're hatched and strong, they probably want to eat your...