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"What? No! That's not how it'll happen at all!" Cola crouched down, his wispy tail going between his legs. "If Pop gains all the power, he's probably gonna erase me! I'll just be a tiny voice in the back of his mind! He'll think that... that 'Cola' was just a silly phase young-him went through...

"You're gonna revive that old fart before you make me next? He literally made me for replacing him! So, that means I should get priority, right?" "Which one of you is giving him this attitude?" Giratina growled. Cal decided to assume it wasn't her. "Hey, listen, we're just trying to be...

Silver mimed it, brushing up against the cloth. Tugging it off, he grimaced and tossed it away. "I don't think I appreciate get-well-soon bows," he said to Zinc, who, too startled, didn't say anything about who was actually the one to put it on. "Let's go and check the sky. Is the moon out?"...

"Hmph..." Silver crossed his wings, then tried to float a little higher. "I think I'm getting used to this floating thing, at least. It's almost the same as... Hmph. Then what's the point of wings if I float like this?" "Maybe it looks nice?" Zinc asked. "I don't think nature cares about that...

Cal nodded. "We wanted to see if there were any messages about what Cola was going to do if Pop died," she explained. "We're thinking about how to use the Tree's resources, or something. It can't do everything we want. Only, like, one or two. Revive Owen and the others, restore Diyem, or Pop, or...

Silver growled again, propping himself up with his right wing. "Perfect. Fine... What did I miss, then? Is everything fixed, or is it worse? Knowing who you're fighting, he's probably five steps ahead of you still..." He looked skyward, like something was bugging him, and then shook it off...

"Three WHAT?" Silver jolted up, slamming his head into the ceiling. He shouted and covered it with his wings, but then fell forward when he realized he didn't have any legs. "What the--uff!" And on the ground he went, flopping uselessly. His instincts must not have kicked in yet. Against all...

"I dunno. Stuff I tried worked." Cola motioned to the corner of the room, which looked like it had been cleaned up, recently, of some sort of scorch mark. "His powers are underdeveloped. For the most part, they only work on himself." Dialga looked at Cola, frowning. "But a Creator's power isn't...

Maple didn't answer. She was having trouble focusing. She felt Joule's presence getting closer, and accepted it when he rested his crystalline hand on her shoulder. That relaxed her, just a little. "I feel..." Maple tensed. Pride was stopping her from speaking it. "It's okay," Joule said...

"...Xerneas is there... we are tending to it. I visited often..." Maple trailed along, thinking. "Making sure its energy is full. Tending to the plants to pass the time. I flew about, but the Tree was always my home... I remember visiting Paradise a lot, too..." She took a slow breath. "It's...

Cola trotted over to Koa and looked him over. "Good to meet you," he said. "My name's Cola. I'm the better version of Pop, and I'm learning how to be the next god..." Cola seemed a little nervous, regarding Koa like he was trying to say just the right thing. Then, looking at Lexx, that air of...

As a precaution, Zinc went further out of the room, even as the winds weakened. The light was also fading, but it had briefly become so brief that she had to look away, covering her eyes with her horns. But when Zinc tried to open her eyes again, it was like the sky had gone out. Even...

Maple looked skeptically at Joule, who gestured for her to go on. Then, he rested his arms in the sand and spread out his body to soak up more of the intense sunlight. Maple obliged. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap. She wondered if the others would try the...

"Nnngh... nightmare..." "Oh, he's responding," Zinc said. "Silver...? Can you hear us?" "Not... a nightmare... not scared of... going to make you have a..." "Aw, he's fighting back." Zinc giggled. "That's kind of cute." Silver was pressed against the window, though actually pushing him out...

Maple, meanwhile, looked less receptive. "I don't exactly think my caution about allowing Dark Matter to approach the Tree of Life are unfounded. I don't need my past with Telum to tell me that." She looked them over. "That was what the talk was about? How you're going to approach the Tree?"...

Cola's red circles for eyes were shaped into a furrowed brow, irritably looking through a book. "This is boring," he said. "Why do I have to keep reading if Pop isn't even dead?" "Well, he's still incapacitated, and we aren't really sure if it's safe to do anything yet, you see..." Giratina...

Owen nodded, though he didn't talk back. He knew very well, and he also knew that the Shadow was only trying to help. It was relatable, in a way, since he, too, had a Shadow that was more benevolent than not. But he was familiar with this kind of corrosive darkness. "Good luck," Owen said, then...

"Um, right!" She quickly went to the opposite end of the room and pressed a button. The wall slid open, revealing what seemed to be a tunnel of mirrors that brought in the light from the outside into the underground floor--either that or it was simulated light somehow. "We could also, well...

"I see..." Maple regarded the incoming trio, cautious. It was clear that she already suspected that Diyem was asking something odd of them all if he had to pull them aside, though she'd intended to interrogate a few of them later anyway. Perhaps one of the easier of Team Spectrum to get...

"We did," replied Zinc, nodding. "We followed a lot of Bahamut's instructions, actually. It seemed to improve his condition tremendously, or at least accelerated his growth. We--" "Mmmnn..." Silver, perhaps for the first time, made a sound in his sleep. Even during the fight with Joule, he...