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And to that, the light flickered, brightened, and then manifested the deity that Dave had called for. Pop emerged and looked down, having to lean forward a little to get to a proper speaking height... though he seemed to be making an effort to not look intimidating. "Yes, my child? To what do I...

"Nu-uh, Owen's smart but he's dumb! That's just how he is, and it makes perfect sense." Cal shook her head, then pointed at Puddle. "Oh yeah? I bet well, I bet I could beat YOU up!"

There was not a reply this time, perhaps because Arceus had not heard him, or because Dave had not specifically called for him. The light, however, remained, and based on how others had come and gone in the past, perhaps Dave would have to go through as well, or call out to him.

"Are you kidding? Owen's totally the brains of the operation with Brisa! I bet she'd... like, I dunno, I bet she'd just attack Starr nonstop with her strongest attacks if Owen didn't strategize and rehearse stuff! He's smart AND strong AND dumb!" Cal puffed out her chest. "Besides, Owen's got a...

"Welcome to Poppy's Poffins, how can--oh." The shopkeeper was a Nidoking with a necklace that gleamed silver. It seemed to have an emblem of a silver feather at the center. "You. You're with those Dark Emissaries. Pretty hard to miss." He scowled, tail thumping behind him just once. "What're...

Arceus stared at the drawing, though his expression was hard to read. Without a mouth or nose it was generally difficult. "Thank you," he finally said, and the paper floated behind him. "I will keep this with me... and I will remember what I am fighting for. In the end, the ideal situation is...

Are you speaking of when you had been sent to Cibus? No. I lost track. You were among the last ones sent over, and I didn't have time to warn the others about your arrival. The others I had misifred seemed to have returned to their proper worlds. For better or worse, you did not.

"Smarter? Please! She couldn't puzzle her way out of a paper bag!" By now, Cal was snarling at Puddle, pressing her head against it. It seemed that their amorphous projections could at least keep from mixing together.

"Oh yeah, well--Owen's older than Vix and she's a ghost! So how about that, huh?!" Cal puffed up her chest and tried to look big. It wasn't working.

Wishkeeper let out a low, ethereal hiss at Starr once they were up close, the blow easily blocked, but the follow-through knocked him back. Owen, finally back on his feet, conjured two Dragon Pulses over his head, each one glowing ominously within their Shadowy spheres. Guess this is it, Owen...

"Hmph. There's nothing heroic about a sacrifice," Arceus said. "There are so many things that I'd rather do than sacrifice myself, and I am looking for any other option... I may seem informal to some, but I'm putting my serious hat on tonight." Arceus turned around. "Don't worry about me, Rocky...

"Oh yeah? Alright. Watch this." Cal closed her eyes such that her ember eyes dimmed, like she was working on telepathy. "Hey, Owen? Can you hear me? Puddle says that Vix can fuck your shit up. You gonna take that?"

Arceus looked surprised at first, but then let out a single, dry laugh. "I won't be going anywhere," Pop said, tapping his hoof on the ground. "I know how much I am needed. That is why I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that I will not go away. Unfortunately... my plan is vulnerable...

"Oh, really?" Cal asked, leaning closer until her amorphous face was right up against Puddle's. "Then maybe I should tell Owen that Vix could totally beat him up. Then we can go for a one on one, just like that!" It was unlikely that Owen would condone that kind of behavior.

Arceus was quiet just then, looking away. "...Not necessarily," he said.

"Not necessarily. If I can attract it and then strike it from afar... it should work out." Arceus didn't sound as confident in this. That was probably what his contingency planning was for. "...But even if I die," he admitted, "things will work out."

"Nice try!" Owen shouted, diving in the way of Starr's attack. But those flames... something about them burned more than usual. He wailed in surprise and pain, toppling over the ground and in front of Brisa as the aura of a Reviver washed over him. "Just as planned... haha..." It wasn't quite as...

"Hmhm!" Cal giggled, leaning forward. "Look at them go..." She glanced at Puddle. "Hey, does this settle the 'my dad can beat up your dad' thing? I know Vix isn't your dad but she's a candle so it's kinda close, right?"

"...That... may grant it more power and result in it exploding outright," Arceus said. "I plan to neutralize it, or attempt to, with my Judgement strike. If that doesn't do it, nothing will, at least on short notice."

"Unbelievable! Even after that attack, they're still going strong!" Incineroar hopped out of the way of a careening Fire Blast, though he seemed all too eager to get directly involved in watching the fight, totally unafraid of the attacks that crackled past him. "They're tough," Owen said...