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"E-eheh..." Owen's flame dimmed a little, but he kept a smile. "It's kind of eventful but at least it worked out. I'm just worried about what could have happened, I guess..." He sighed, glancing around. He kept his voice quiet--he was getting good at that--and added, "It's... not a good feeling...

"My overwhelming charisma," Soda replied with a toothy grin, hands on his hips. "And I guess they just listen to divine power. Probably an instinct thing. One or the other. It's probably the first more than the second."

"Hmm..." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful, but then took a seat across from Nate. He didn't use a chair and was still a little too big for it. "I might try that. I was also seeing if there were any mega-sandwich places. I know there was a restaurant somewhere that used to be too much for me...

"Eh, they like being dramatic." Soda shrugged and gestured behind him. "I'm busy gathering up my power and waiting on you guys to patch up Maple and all the other issues I kinda left for you guys. How's it going down there?" It seemed almost apologetic, like he was sorry for the mess.

The waiter shrugged nervously.

He stood above nearly everyone, but it seemed to take a few tries for him to finally notice Nate. "Oh!" And he came walking over, covering in one step that would have taken Nate twenty or more. "Hey, Nate. Looking for food around here? I've been having trouble finding ones that serve really...

"I've... never really met someone who would eat in that way before," commented the waiter, who nodded along. Per the rules, Bahamut wouldn't have to pay for it, but...

Buffet fidgeted nervously again. The Unown weren't replying, but that light was getting closer. "Alright, alright, scram." "Ah!" Buffet recognized that voice. The light had a shape to it--a Zoroark... vaguely. The features were hazy and there seemed to be something that might have been a ring...

Creation.

Buffet nervously fidgeted, drifting forward a little more. There was something ahead that resembled countless glimmering lights... Unown, perhaps? Soda was alive, of course. But he was also busy. "Um... So, we can't see him? It's not just me. It's Dave. Are you... aligned with Soda?" No...

A thunderous boom drowned out the noise of even the cheering crowd. Incineroar's calls were completely deafened. The ground shook; a shockwave made a small crater in the dirt, and then scattered loose debris into the air in a symmetrical wave. The sound echoed back... and all was quiet. Bone...

Bone rushed for her. It was the same dance as before. But the moment she brought her arm back to swing, Brisa jumped out of the way--her body was too slow. The electricity staggered her movements. She cursed to herself, leaning against her club while her wounds only became more apparent...

Soda wasn't very interested in talking to them. Buffet winced, looking left and right. "No, I definitely heard that..." He looked toward Dave. "It's... it's not like anything I'd heard before..." What did the newcomers want to see Soda for? "Um!" Buffet spoke up. "We... are just trying to see...

"Khh..." Bone stumbled, losing her balance only briefly before warding Brisa off with another precise, sweeping swing with her club. She tried to follow up with another strike, but she could only get in a rough jab with her club afterward. "It seems... that you are at your end," Bone said, but...

"Mm, it isn't that I'm worried about what you'll do, or if you're unpredictable or things like that," Buffet explained as he drifted forward. "It's him that I'm worried about..." Closer and closer, in relative silence, and Buffet seemed to grow more and more nervous. "I see something ahead," he...

Nugget was down next in another flurry, and in that same parallel, Bone saw an opening and took it. Nugget groaned from the back of the arena. "Ow ow ow... that..." he rolled onto his back. "Yep... a lot stronger than I thought... Ha ha..." "...How poetic," Bone said, turning to face Brisa...

Not a lot of new information was appearing. At the lab itself, it was totally empty at this point, though curiously, it seemed like a lot of what had been formed there was rapidly degrading, somehow. What should have taken decades of disrepair to form had instead taken only a few months. Perhaps...

Tender saw a horrible Crunch attack coming that would make his defenses weak in one fell swoop. He wouldn't allow that... But he also foresaw an even more horrible disaster. There was no way out of it, was there? But he had no time to consider. He dodged, then shouted, "Be careful of--" But...

Karat stared at Puddle for a good five seconds of silence. Then... "Go away."

"I have a restraining order on Chip ever since I found him in my home," Karat replied dully. "I don't remember that," Groudon said. "you file restraining orders?" "No. It was an order. From me." "Oh. I get it." Groudon nodded. "Well, I guess if you want more sunlight, maybe if I'm feeling up...