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Pop chuckled a little at that. "That's true, in an unintuitive way... He and I are the same, but he doesn't really feel that. We cannot quite feel each other. Not yet. Perhaps... we can find a way to compromise. Meditate together over time to become more in sync, to the point where perhaps...

"...It's weird, but I don't really know if he'd take offense," Cal muttered, leaning her back against the tree trunk. "Aside from the doom and gloom you have going on, I think he still looks up to you a little. OR at least, you know, sees your merits and stuff. I was ranting to him about... uh...

"Gh..." Cal crossed her arms and looked away. "...Ngh..." she marched to one of the trees and sat down, bringing her tail in front of her to stare at the flame. "...You're just like Dad," she finally muttered. "He literally told me the same thing."

"I know that," Cal said, looking off. "I'm just... ugh, what do you care? Why are you going all psychologist on me, anyway? I..." Her flame grew, but then dimmed. "...Never mind. Sorry." And like that, all the wind had suddenly been taken from her nonexistent wings, like she'd remembered something.

Cal flinched, looking herself over, then scowled. "What of it? Not everyone can look cool like you, y'know, mister 'I change forms like humans change clothes.' Like, what is this, your fourth look?" Cal didn't comment on the fact that she, too, could probably change her appearance on a whim if...

"If Cola were to go to the Tree now...?" Pop repeated. "Hmm... If I had to guess... he would restore his power, and then come to Destiny Tower to finish the job Joule could not." He nodded. "Considering you came here to ask me these questions for him... I'm certain he is not happy with the way...

Logging a lot of writing, and also beta reading Amby's incoming chapter. The latest chapter that I published is 5548 words long. Everything above has been logged.

The snow crunched under Cal's amorphous feet. After what had happened at Destiny Tower, Owen's aura had faded so much that he had to return to Diyem. As hasty as it was, Cal was at least able to give him a proper goodbye this time, and maybe he'd be summoned again later. Still, being in Destiny...

"Not at my best," Pop admitted. "I would still have some of me missing. I would need to work together with Cola to be at my best." "And, um, when you say work together, you don't mean that literally, right?" Cal asked nervously. Pop chuckled a little. "In the same way a team works together,"...

Perhaps. Or perhaps they still don't believe us and are merely playing along. Can we really tell? Diyem snorted, taking a bite out of the first chicken wing, crunching the bones like it was a normal thing to do. ...We should prepare for everything. The worst. And then some.

"What I'd do...?" Pop asked. "Well... Cola and I share the same spirit. We are two halves of a whole. Neither of us will be at our strongest unless the two parts become one again." He tilted his head, trying to look at them, but couldn't quite make it. Instead, he went on, speaking slowly and...

Xerneas... Guardian of the Tree of Life. Some call him the very manifestation of it, in a sense. If there is anybody who would want be gone, it would be him. We would need to be very careful. I do not know what he is capable of in this world on his own... Usually, he is known for strengthening...

Diyem visibly twitched when Astrid nearly said her name, but he masked it well. He must have just been taken by surprise. There's a lot of it, Diyem said. It's raw and readily accessible. And I am most familiar with it because I'd drawn from it before. You could say that I have a history with...

Months. Diyem looked at Astrid, wondering if she'd order something. He had ordered something basic so he'd at least be allowed to sit. He didn't really know what. He'd picked something randomly from the menu without much of a care. The Guild paid for it anyway. Which is why it's so important...

The little Charmander glanced at Astrid. It was a wonder how they allowed someone who looked so tiny into a bar, but based on how the barkeep was giving Diyem the occasional glance, yet quickly looking away whenever Diyem looked back, he probably did something terrifying as proof. This patron...

"What?" Silver looked down. He had completely forgotten Nate was there. "...It's nothing," he lied. "Just getting used to being awake again, I guess." He looked north, flexing his wings unconsciously as he floated there. He wondered how far he could fly, or if he could fly well at all.

"Yes!" Chip replied, perking up even more. His head rotated rapidly. "The data that Maple, Soda, and the others got from the Moonlit Forest actually worked! I was able to tie it to Karat as a test, but since we know where he is, any other foreign signals we get--that are strong enough, of...

"The Tree?" Arceus asked, not moving. "Ah... yes. The plans to restore me, I believe... Though, I don't think that should... be the only thing to be done." "We've filled Arceus in," S'more explained to them. "Lemme guess," Cal said, looking at Soda, "you were assigned to keep watch over...

"Almost, but only short-range. It's going to take more time to figure out how to do that on a worldwide scan... And I can't even imagine the materials we'd need to do something like that." Chip sank a little. "...But I'll keep at it! And probably ask for a few test subjects. I had asked that...

Thankfully, Diyem was the faster one to reply. I don't know. This isn't... normal for me to consider. I largely ignored the moon. Then came Chip, who buzzed nervously. "Well, Zekrom keeps watching everything I do, so it's kind of scary, but I've at least figured out how they work! But we don't...