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"I know what I saw," Shield said, and then motioned to his sensors. "These don't lie. Sword was here, she--do you really not see her, right there?" He pointed at the air between Esper and Skara. "...And then she disappears..." Slaking's frown deepened. "Shield, do you want to visit the...

"Conceal... the fact that Sword escaped? But she's--how can I do that? What if she tries to prank someone other than me?" "Erm, if I could speak up," called one of the guards--a Slaking, one of the strongest in the Guild, apparently. "I didn't see even a single ember, if this is a Charmander..."

"Eh, find a room with that other newbie and you'll probably find a spot approved by the Guild," Soda replied. "I dunno. Maple was the one who handled that sorta thing but she's busy with her mate."

"Well, I've... certainly had better days," Truffle replied. Leg hissed again, pulling him deeper, and he sighed in response. "...Of course it hit me hard," Anthus finally said, sinking into the dolls as Leg emerged to sit beside him.

"Same." Soda stood up. "Anyway, good luck out there, welcome to the team and all that. Maple sent me to do that, so my job's done."

"But--but she was just there. I know she--THERE!" And again, he pointed, and nothing was there, and Shield became even more frustrated. "This is just like her. She's just trying to make me look crazy, that's all. Sword! Come out! How did you escape from Giovanni, huh?" There was, of course, no...

Shield twitched his left eye, then looked back at the others. "Fine, well, if that's the case, follow me. She's around here somewhere, I--THERE!" He shouted so loudly that it startled the night shift, who all looked at him, then at where he was pointing. ...Nothing was there.

"More or less. I heard it isn't so bad, though, mostly because their devil is also your patron. You're a demon now, so, have fun with that." Soda stopped flicking at the stars in his claws.

Cornered by two strange entities. Shield didn't know if this nighttime stroll was a nightmare or not. "I--" Shield stopped, looking at Seyka, then at Esper. "I don't know," he said. "I'm just--I sensed someone. I need to see if it's true. I..." He shook his head. "I have to go, now. Excuse me."...

<><><> One night, lonelier and quieter than usual with the absence of so many of Team Spectrum, Shield stepped out of his dorms in a hurry, his aura sensors twitching upward like a canine hunting down a scent. With little care, he rushed through the halls and into the main Guild lobby, where...

Truffle's eyes fluttered open. "Hm? Ah--ah, oh, how terrible of me," he said, quickly trying to look elegant even while under piles and piles of plushies, several of them looking oddly wetter from little droplets of water. Among them were a Luxio, a Charmeleon, a Cranidos... "I do hope you are...

After thanking Cabot for the introduction, Garro gave a little nod and listened to their exchange with his usual grin. "Well, hey. Pleasure to meet you, and all that. We're kind of allergic to pleasure, but that's part of the therapy, I guess." "And hey, short, dark and handsome, Diyem feels...

"Nice t' meet you." Soda said. "Welcome to fighting for a cause you barely understand. Then again, most soldiers are like that, eh?" He flicked a claw and conjured a few sparkling stars between them. "The sooner you take care of this, the sooner you go home, I guess. But hey, on the bright side...

It opened without resistance, and inside was a dark room as usual. Truffle's home was often a mixture of light and dark depending on who was home and who was active. If Leg was out and about doing... Leg things, then the home was bright and shining with Truffle's presence. If only Leg was home...

"Probably," Soda said. "You guys came from a bunch of different worlds with a bunch of different worlds with all kinds of different powers."

"Well, I'm part of God Squad," explained the Zoroark. "Name's Soda. I'm kinda one of the strongest dudes here, just so you know." He smirked.

"Yo." Someone sat next to Pana, though at first it didn't seem like he had been there at all... A Zoroark. "Heard you got chucked by your patron. Talk about an entrance."

Owen shook his head slowly, almost like he was trying to figure out if he was at least slightly okay. He wasn't injured. He'd dodged every single hit. And even now, spending so much time trying to bring himself down, he was so painfully aware of every single thing around him. His Perceive was...

Diyem nodded, then turned away. "...Very well," he said, "but make sure to be careful who you tell, and... and..." He winced. "And... what did Icetales do upon entry?" He winced harder and stood up. He staggered off the medical bed and around the room, where he'd apparently found something...

"Well..." Garro's grin became a little wider. "There's always a little truth or dare." <><><>