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Karat sighed, then said to Deoxys, "Just return back as quickly as you can. Be careful. If something goes wrong... Save yourself. Unlike them, you can't afford to die, okay?" Deoxys nodded and stepped toward them, looking unsure of how to carry them.

Finally, Deoxys appeared, along with Karat, making for two Mewtwo and three powerful Psychics in their presence. "You realize that you're going to die from this, right?" Karat said flatly, glaring at the group of Ultra Shades and a Vix. "I know you guys aren't too afraid of death, but that is...

"Kind of." Soda was lounging on a simple nest that had been made for him in his cell. All things considered, occupants of the holding cells were treated nicely enough, and that helped keep Soda from feeling like his body was wasting away more than it needed to. The way he moved, though, he was...

Soon, Silver got off the call and said that Deoxys would be on his way. "But he also told me that when he got too close, he got a horrible feeling that if he went any closer, he would be attacked. Are you guys sure you want to do this? You especially, Vix..."

Haha... yeah... Owen seemed disappointed nobody laughed. More seriously, though, I think a lot of it comes from stuff like soy or almonds, but I've seen mammal milk being sold at places, too. Seems more expensive, though.

I heard you actually get them from Feraligatr here, Owen replied.

"Into salt," repeated Puff with an air of intrigue. "That certainly is a... colorful idea." He finished taking his notes, and it seemed like he had covered a great deal of information. "Well," he said, "I think those are the key notes that I wanted to take regarding everything. Why don't you...

"Toast." Diyem growled, a sudden wave of rage overtaking him, but he quelled it, perhaps remembering his therapy. "What do you think, until you decide you are safe to recall your true name one day?" "Grrr..." "Well, it wasn't as strong a protest as before," Owen said. "Oh, God, are we...

"I don't know if I need air yet or not," Silver said with a scowl. "Fine, hang on. I know Karat's nearby. He uses me as a body double sometimes to escape his fans, but he should know where Deoxys is... But don't expect this to work. Pretty sure Soda would have seen something like this coming..."

Silver's eyes narrowed. "You don't even have the power to do this. Do you have any idea how hard it is to reach escape velocity? You'd be better off having someone carry you out who can fly in space, like Rayquaza or Deoxys. Though I doubt you'll get any help for Rayquaza. He think you're all...

Huh, Bahamut sounds a lot like Diyem, Cal remarked.

Well, if it was made of cheese, we could have found a way to use that to our advantage somehow. Cheese burns. I could have used Fire to distract whatever's down there. Or he could have thrown it at us as a distraction, kind of like Vix's wax. It doesn't hurt to make sure. After all, there are...

Silver rubbed his forehead with two fingers. "Unless you want to break your body apart and have no way to get back, you'd be spending weeks in space just to get to the moon. And chances are, whatever's up there has a way to blast you guys back. Did you ever... think about that?" He glared at...

"...What are you doing?" A Mewtwo was watching this all unfold near the crossroads--once their enemy, now their ally due to some mental shenanigans. Formally Giovanni, currently Silver. "Do you guys want the math on why this isn't gonna work out, or do you guys want to figure that out yourselves?"

Dunsparce doesn't remember the details, only that things had gone dark suddenly, and then the next thing he knew, he was rampaging around without thinking about it. When he returned to normal, he 'woke up' with the usual aches and pains of battle. He had just been on a morning stroll and didn't...

Diyem sighed, picking the bread up as it wriggled and squirmed. "Another lost soul, but this one a long-time inhabitant of my Voidlands. Have you chosen here to revive yourself?" It growled at him, biting ineffectually at his fingers. "...Mm. This is a defiant one, but he also does not wish to...

Just asked Pop, moon isn't made of cheese, Owen reported. ...You actually asked? I mean, with everything else that happened, who knows?

"Rah!" "...I think it is a Void Shadow," said Diyem with a low growl, sighing. "I must have channeled too much darkness into my baking supplies, and now we only have..."He frowned. "...Apiece of bread, animated by a corrupted soul. Hm." He reached toward the bread, and it snapped at him...

"Nothing to concern yourself with!" Diyem shouted. He had tossed Puddle down and managed to squeeze himself through the rest of the window with some effort, but the bread was already rolling far down the street. Owen had been sitting on his front yard with Cal, chatting about something while...

The evil baked bread smashed into Puddle before chomping at its body with its sharp, yeasty teeth. Diyem flared out his wings and leapt, reaching for the bread, which broke through Puddle's ill-defined body. Diyem ended up grabbing Puddle and getting his body caught in the window. "Ngh--!" He...