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Truffle's unending light seemed to waver. "Ah, well." He turned the page again, looking over some of the designs, lingering on some of them. "My story is a common one for Maple, I believe. Hard fighter. Casualties amid their crisis resolutions. Fought alongside them. During a desperate moment...

There was a little glint in Truffle's eyes. "I suppose I'm Leg's retainer," he said simply. "She's fully feral, you see. I've been teaching her how to talk and interact with civilized Pokemon, but it's a long road ahead, but we've also traveled down this road quite far. We actually got Leg on...

Arceus looked outside. "...At first, I did not know what I was doing," he said. "I ran on... instinct. I created. Energy, great amounts of energy, and I watched what happened as it all started to coalesce into something... else. I do not know if I 'felt' anything back then... That was a long...

"Ah, yes. I am looking into designs here. It isn't often that we have time to really settle in and look over the cultures of the worlds we visit." Truffle turned the page. "I am also taking a break from practicing my shields and incantations. One can only work so hard for so long, after all...

"My kind are often born of others of my kind, like any other species," Arceus said. "...I do not know my own Creator, if I had one. As far as I can tell, sometimes we are... born from chaos, into nothing, and our power is the ability to Create within Nothing. That is all I am, really. My power...

"Cynthian..." Owen wobbled toward her, wincing as he put too much weight on one leg. Wishkeeper stepped forward to help, but Owen waved him off politely. "This isn't the way to go about it. You can't fight frustrated. It'll mess with your aim and it'll color the way you fight when you practice...

"You're not fine," Owen said calmly, looking between the dummies and then Cynthian. "You're Shadowing, Cynthian. I'd be careful about that..." He tried to get on his feet, though Wishkeeper did so hesitantly. He set Owen down, then eyed Cynthian again.

"Oh, looks like Owen's leaving for the infirmary or something," Cal said. "Party's over... Hey! Let's go see how many cracks we had hide in somewhere else!" Cal hopped off her seat and disappeared under the stands, the only thing impeding her progress being the Core that made up her being. At...

"I created Cibus," Arceus replied with a nod. "Though, I like to think they regard me kindly because they like me." Simple and to the point. Perhaps Pop knew Dave wasn't one who was looking to dillydally. "Though... I do not know what you mean by absorbing all our sins. That reminds me of...

"Well..." Owen trailed off,, glancing up at Wishkeeper, but he remained stoic. "I was just curious, I guess. Wanted to say that you fought your hardest, but..." He'd heard that comment muttered to herself. "...Are you sure you're alright?"

"Hullo!" Truffle greeted cheerily as always, beaming at Luz when she entered. He sat at one of the tables with a book in front of him. It appeared to be about raising kids, for some reason, though it seemed to be more focused on the illustration of dolls and knitting. He must have been really...

"No, I'm fine," Owen said. "Wounds like these heal naturally and I like the pain." He grinned, and somehow he wasn't missing any teeth, and his flame was burning healthily, so he seemed to be telling the truth... "You're... really going all out with the training, huh? Good idea. Joule is...

Flames jutted out from Nidoking's nostrils and he stomped on the ground, looking like he was ready to hop over the counter to get Lugia. "I said get out!" he snarled. "Look at you, already ruining my stock...! You'll bet your ass the Guild's paying for that!"

Knock knock. The door slid open, revealing Wishkeeper holding Owen. Brisa and Starr were probably recovering somewhere else, or off doing their own thing, but Owen had been quite fatigued from the fight, and was still riding off that battle high. There was a slight smile on his face, even...

Deep underground, a hi-tech elevator beneath the Destiny Village guild led to a heavily fortified underground training facility. It was a known secret, and had in fact been designed as a secret bunker in case something catastrophic happened (unfortunately, Joule's attack was too strong even for...

Incineroar finally uncovered his eyes from his arm, squinting. "They... knocked each other out! Their duel had ended in a draw!" Owen stumbled over to Brisa checking if she was still conscious, but they'd both gone down with extremely relatable, satisfied smiles. Perhaps not on their faces, but...

Nidoking snarled. "You will never be Lugia," he said, squeezing his necklace tighter. "How dare you mock Her appearance." He gestured toward the exit. "No. I don't think you need to eat at this establishment." He thumped his tail again. "Dark Matter ruined my life years ago and I'm not going to...

Nidoking stared for a while longer, then grunted. "And why exactly do you need them? You don't need to eat. Why don't you go back to that Guild of yours and get food there?" He crossed his arms. "You may have everyone else fooled... but I know a false Lugia when I see one." He tapped at the...

Cal squinted, which was done by flattening her embers. "How did you even do that? I want to do that! Do it again! I bet I can do it, too!" She balled up her fist and wound her arm back, but her technique was all off. "When I snatch one of Owen's books I can hide in the cracks of the wall and he...

"You haven't even gotten INTO A fight!" Cal shouted back. She bit off Puddle's arm, stared at it, and then smooshed it back on. "I bet you can't even throw a decent punch with those dumb noodleblob arms!"