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"I'm beginning to think you're a psychic parasite meant to steal my intellect," Karat replied flatly, opening his book again. "Your theories make me not even want to try looking into your head, if I could."

Karat wondered if the isolation in the cells were starting to get to him. Seyka was clearly some kind of partial hallucination. "I don't know how he became another of my kind," he said, "but it was clearly so he could obtain some sort of power and make it his own. Or maybe it wasn't intentional...

"For now, as much information you can get from the Isle of Light could help," said Buffet. "We'll leave that investigation to you all. We can handle the Air Continent and see if we find anything there. Even the low-likelihood places..."

Karat glared. "How dare you compare me to him," he said, and even with the suppression of the room, it seemed very clear that his Psychic aura was starting to thicken the air. "I ended up in this world to get away from another of his sort. That he adopted my form is... is a mockery of creation...

Shield's paws squeezed around his own arms, the claws digging into his fur. "Pointing it out doesn't really help." He looked down. "I hate this place. It's a reminder of everything I failed to save. So many similar Pokemon just out and about, happy and celebrating the world that other Lucario...

"I see... It's possible." Buffet hummed. "Yes. Very possible. But I'm not really sure... how to go about proving that until we can actually find them. Goodness, Giovanni is very good at evading detection from the two best sentinels in the world!" Buffet laughed, but he seemed a little...

Karat only squinted harder, rising from his stool for only a second. Something made him decide against it and he sat back down, even as Seyka continued to speak. And then, when he was done with his grand philosophy, Karat let a new and befuddled silence creep in. "...Are you real?"

Shield was quiet for a little while again, like he didn't want to answer. Then, crossing his arms just under his chest, he looked away, huffing. "They said I got in the way."

Karat squinted at Seyka. "...By that logic, are you suggesting that I can beat you within an inch of your life," he started, "and it would all be okay if I stopped and realized the error in my ways?"

"Red?" Buffet asked. "what do you mean, Red? And--yes, I do think that GIovanni's technology would be a factor here." "That's quite an odd name," Bean remarked. "It is, but it's also a name I'll never forget. A very famous recurring entity," Buffet explained to Bean. "Not in our world, but...

Whatever Karat was reading, he'd stopped. He closed his book with a little thunk and set it onto the table again. "I'm not answering your questions," he said, "until you explain to me precisely why you think it's okay if I'm a traitor."

"They're working on it," Shield replied. "But apparently, explosions take longer than average to clean up. I don't even know how I slept through all that..." Apparently he and Maple had that in common.

"As one would expect from a jail," Karat replied with a scowl. "Quiet. Enclosed. Limiting. Dreary. And what are you here for? Here I expected a larger team than a single steel bird."

"A shame we can't simply Teleport where we need," Barky muttered, tapping a hoof on the ground. "Powers must be weaker," Star said, resting her back on the back of Barky's neck. "Well, the first thing I intend to do is rectify that as soon as I can..."

He continued to stare at the ceiling, perhaps considering what to say back, or perhaps ignoring him outright. But when Cabot did not go away, and enough time had passed, Shield finally answered. "Karat exploded my room." And then, more silence. "Didn't even apologize." Well, it explained why...

Shield quietly commandeered the Guild lounge. It wasn't that he forced anybody to go away from the room--he didn't have the strength for it--nor was it that he'd yelled at them. It was simply that when the Lucario entered the lounge, the two Pokemon who had been there before--Salamence Protein...

While rare, there are occasions where Poppin' Arms required the use of its personal jail. They were usually meant for unruly Pokemon of great power that needed to be under careful watch by the strongest fighters, Poppin' Arms being the focal point for just that need. The basement held three...

"A picture?" Lugia asked. "Well... I don't see why not. Here. I'll set up a picture for us." Lugia tossed her badge, where a Psychic hold levitated it in place. She gestured for Pleo, Cabot, and Meringue to come in close, crouching down so she could properly get into frame. "All right. Smile...

"Hmm... Compared to everything else, I'd definitely have a bit of a lead with that." The Zygarde leaned forward. "But it isn't just my nose that's good. That you were able to find a Marowak's Bone Club... That's much more than a scent. She uses so many of her attacks through this bone that the...

"A few places," Buffet said. "Why do you ask?" "I've already checked everywhere underground or hard to approach," Bean said. "What other places would be better to hide than a place hard to approach, right?" "But it seems they either moved around, or they picked somewhere new..."