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"Hm? Darkwhite?" Buffet spun around, looking for whatever Saltriv was apparently seeing. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Saltriv." His tail-tip was on fire.

Buffet didn't seem to understand. "I... see. That's too bad..." He rubbed a head against the little, feline ears that had appeared on the top of his main head. "Well... I'm sorry for that. I think I'll go and think about that a little. I suppose I've not been myself lately... Maybe the stress is...

"What do you mean?" Buffet asked, tilting his heads. "I thought it was a great flight! Uhuhu... well... I suppose it was a little energetic, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it if we do it again!" Buffet floated closer to Saltriv again. "I know! How about, this time, we..." Buffet studied Saltriv's...

"Busiest, huh? Probably Truffle and Maple," Potluck said, nodding. "Truffle and Soda are usually the ones who go scouting, but Soda also has to stay at home and make sure Flesh is okay because he gets anxiety in crowds and settlements, and then he stress-eats. And Maple was always looking around...

"Yeah!" Potluck nodded, smiling again. "I guess sometimes they're more busy than usual because this is a really big mission, though... But then again, so am I!"

"Leg and I play a lot," Potluck said. "And sometimes Soda plays cards with me and stuff. And Flesh and I wrestle a lot. Um, Truffle and I also meditate together sometimes. He's really nice... I kind of like everyone..." Potluck shifted his posture. "That's why I don't think any of them could...

Astrid and Nate both would see a similar vision, yet neither would see one another in it. Mewtwo's body felt stiff and similar to, but perhaps an imitation of, flesh. There was a vaguely static sensation to the touch, as if their very spirits were reeling and shrinking away at its presence. And...

"Possibly," Giovanni said. "I was able to reach into whatever world Diyem hid in. It wouldn't be hard to reach further if they got more power... more knowledge. And greater intentions. I expand my empire... slowly. Carefully. In a way that is guarantees success. Others may be... more...

"Humph..." Giovanni's smirk remained despite his apparent disapproval. "I thought you would have known better. I hate the weak. As if I would recruit them as part of my cause if they couldn't pull their weight. No. Knowing who they are... would merely give you a fighting chance. If you remain in...

"I dunno," Potluck replied, and he seemed to be honest. "When you go from world to world so much, all the different calendars and times and days being different lengths, I dunno how old I am or how long we've been together. But it's been for a long, long time... I've seen whole teams change...

It was, as far as Brisa could tell, similar enough to Karat's body that there was nothing of note to discern otherwise. To Dave, there was nothing strange about his scent, though it seemed that, just barely, he seemed to be hiding hints of perspiration. Stress, irritation, impatience, it could...

Buffet twirled in the air and sped toward Saltriv, even faster than his falling speed, with three manic grins on all his faces. Then, he stopped just below Saltriv and banked upward so the Bayleef landed snugly on his back, and then he slowed his fall with rapid, pressing deceleration. In time...

"What was that? I can't hear you over going so fast!" Buffet laughed madly, doing even more loops in the air and subjecting Saltriv to quite a few Gs of force. Then, with a sudden twist, and as his three smiles twisted into devilish grins... And then, Buffet performed a cork-screw in the air...

"Perfect!" And, without warning, Buffet reached forward and plucked Saltriv off the ground with frightening ease, flinging the entire Bayleef into the air and onto his back before rocketing into the sky. In mere seconds, Destiny Village's entire perimeter was visible to Saltriv from all...

It seemed that Blacklight Mewtwo's strength hadn't changed much since the last time they had interacted with him. Though, curiously enough, it also didn't look like there had been any harm done to it, either. Had it healed up over time? No breathing, no pulse. Anything that one could expect to...

There was another glint in his eyes, but then it seemed to dim with a mild sense of confusion. But that went away next, and he tilted his head for a smirk. Boisterous, almost. "And it seems that you have succeeded. You have stopped me. Joule is no longer in my control. Darkwhite is... well. I'm...

Potluck had been getting more and more agitated, but Cabot's proposal ended up being a good distraction. "O-okay. I'll do what I can, I guess... wh--who do you want to hear about first? Um... I'll start with Maple. She's really nice, and she's the one who's been here the longest, except for me...

"I'm not sure. Perhaps your world is just different!" Buffet nodded. "As for using the Worldcore... asking for wishes there is a very difficult thing. It really strained itself with Pine a few decades ago. I'm not really sure if we'd be able to do something like that again for now! But Arceus...

"You haven't heard? It's been all over the news outlets!" Buffet nodded. "Dungeons all over the world have been having phantasms of Charmander appearing inside, all with the same description. Hollow or empty faces, disappearing and reappearing... But most of all, a dark, big smile that goes past...

"I'm... not sure," Buffet said. "It must be part of that... strange curse flowing around Dungeons and here and there in normal areas." He sighed. "It's been very strange, really... But also fun! In an odd way..." He giggled.