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There was no reaction. Additionally, Mewtwo's skin did not have any 'give' that Rocky could push through. The body was solid. Any place that Rocky tried to make contact with the body, however, made his ectoplasmic fingers sizzle and partially evaporate, losing its form, like there was still a...

"It helps immensely," he replied easily, and that seemed to put a little bit of light back in his aura. "I would... certainly have not gotten so far with myself had it not been for Joule, Maple, and all the others. I do owe them my life. And even when we fail... we've had so many successes. Our...

Owen winced, glancing at Wishkeeper. His head looked fuzzy, like he was having trouble maintaining his form. "I'll be honest," Owen said. "Something about Darkwhite is always really hard for me to read, and it's like these apparitions are only half-there. I can't make out anything specific...

"We've tried before," Shield muttered, "but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try again. Sword! Can you hear me?" The apparition giggled, hands only barely covering her oversized mouth, as she sank into the wall. Her eyes and smile lingered longer than the rest of her body, even as it had completely...

Truffle relaxed a little, and replacing that initial ire was what might have been waves of shame. Now wholly unfocused on his cooking, he didn't realize Leg had approached from behind and pressed against his talons. "Ah--Leg." The Mimikyu didn't let go. Truffle deflated more, held his breath...

<><><> "Still nothing." A small team had been sent to various parts of Cibus to investigate whether it had any adverse effects--well, more adverse than usual--from the Sword sightings. Shield, of course, spearheaded these efforts, and had been going nearly nonstop on missions to investigate...

"No," Truffle snapped, giving Luz a pointed look that briefly displayed his Ghostly nature. Spectral darkness flared just beneath his feathers like a raging river. He quickly quashed it away, staring downward again. Leg, nervous, seemed to be peeking out from her room's darkness. "I'm... sorry...

"...No," Truffle said darkly. "I do not want that. I do not want to see myself... another me, living happily with my family who happened to work things out. I... do not know what I would do. I do not. I do not..." It seemed that there was no real coat other than leaving their home behind. And...

"Ah." This was subdued and the light briefly left his eyes. He looked at the oven. "Yes. It is as they say. No member of our team has a happy reason for being here."

Truffle shook his head. "Potluck is... by his nature, that way, and perhaps even by necessity. He qualifies as feral, and his kind have two modes. Standby and... combat. Combat happens when under stress, and he becomes a very different person. Frighteningly so. We have a helmet that keeps him...

"I don't," Giovanni said, and he likely only said so because that was easy to verify with Diyem. "It was simply... easy to trace where he was, after your team communicated with him so readily." He gestured for Starr to leave. "If you want to confirm with your leader, go ahead. And good luck...

"Ah, that could help," Truffle said, gesturing to some untouched apples that needed slicing, but then he raised a wing with an amused glint. "But I'm quite dexterous myself, you know. Comes with the species." He bent his finger-like feathers, which glimmered with dark, spectral energy. Truffle...

Leg's room was filled with that usual, spectral darkness like before. Truffle was in the main room, working on something slow-cooking in the oven, perhaps a side dish meant to be sliced and diced. "Ah, hello, Luz," greeted the Radiant fighter. "I thought I heard talking outside. How are you doing?"

"No, I didn't sense anything on this side, but your vitals shot up for a little bit, kind of like you were watching a scary movie," Chip remarked. "Are you guys okay?" As usual, Blacklight Mewtwo didn't move. It was probably unwise to touch the body.

Giovanni shrugged, and Dave would find that his nervousness was starting to fade a little. Why was more difficult to tell. "I don't believe I need to guarantee anything until I am freed," Giovanni said. "After all, it is my one bargaining chip to getting out of this cell earlier. Which would be...

"Huh? Oh, um..." Potluck looked down at his mostly-finished food. "I guess umm... maybe some running around Destiny Village to work off some of what I ate. That's all I can think of." He shook his head. "I could go for doing that right now, actually..."

Buffet smiled a little at that, though he still did pull away, trying to resist the urge to send Saltriv on another flight through the skies. "Thank you, Saltriv. I'm sure Arceus can help... Uhuhu--ah, oh dear..." After lingering for a while, Buffet flew toward Destiny Tower, keeping focus to...

"Um..." Potluck still didn't seem to understand Cabot's line of questioning, and it seemed to be making him uncomfortable again. "I guess he's been spending more time with Leg lately. She's been really stressed ever since the Joule fight and, um, a lot of you got killed for a little while. Ever...

"What?" Buffet seemed just as alarmed, spinning around several times to try to get a look. "I... I've never had something like that! What's going on? I--this body should be a Hydreigon's! Why, I haven't taken on a Charizard Voice form in... goodness, ever!" Buffet fidgeted. "Oh, dear... I don't...

"Not as much..." Potluck sighed. "But that's how it always is for missions with a lot of scouting. Even though Soda spends a lot of time with Flesh, too, I know that he's been away on scouting, too. Leg and I usually do guard duty at home base, which is the Guild for now. And Flesh, too, as...