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"You pick interesting friends," Shield said with a frown. "I'd be careful about being so ready to follow authority just because of their position. If Dark Matter ever does or says something suspicious... Be careful. Don't forget what he did to a world."

They stared each other down, the mutant Legend and the daughter of his creator from a world far away. He listened to Seyka's statement and was more disturbed than he'd ever admit to how much he had a point. "Fine," Karat said, "here's my angle. Giovanni seemed to know every single move we made...

"I don't," Karat said, shaking his head. "I just felt the suppression aura in this room go away, and at the same time, tremors outside, so I investigated... "But as for who the spies could be... I don't really know. I researched a lot about your team and gathered the information I could, so I...

"How do you know," Shield retorted, "that a literal embodiment of negativity does not have an ulterior motive?"

Karat glared, looking Starr over. It looked like he had something to say somewhere, but closed his eyes and opted for a more productive response. "I guess, all things considered," he said, "that's true. If you are his spies, any of you, then you must already know what I know." He adjusted his...

"Why is your patron so insistent on saving a world he has no part of?" Shield asked simply. "Dark Matter is not someone who acts out of the goodness of his heart, and I do not buy the explanation that he is doing it to repent. There is more that he is not telling you."

Karat didn't seem too pleased at the line of questioning. "And why exactly should I answer you?" he asked. "Giovanni... He's clever. I only escaped from my world's version of him through luck, power, and other humans getting in the way. This Giovanni... is one who won. And he's already gotten...

"Considering that I was once seeing your activities as something to destroy the world again, and I am still cooperating with you now, I think that speaks volumes," Shield said. Gods, this Cranidos was annoyingly persistent in points he had no place to peel away. "So you think that your Dark...

Wishkeeper looked unnerved at first, but forced a lopsided smile anyway. "Well, er, I suppose--" "Now, hang on just a second!" Cal called, marching toward them with her ember blazing. "What's the big idea, huh? Going around with a new Ultra Shade just because I ran off?" "You see, Ivy, I got...

Wishkeeper grinned. "Then let's get some mochi." It was a short walk through the small crowd, most of the passerby citizens giving them a spare glance or two, but after so much time in Destiny Village, they didn't get much more than that. They were just 'those odd outsiders' or 'the not-Dark...

"...It's technically Wishkeeper Owen, not..." He cleared his throat. "I'm neither great nor mighty. At least, I do not think of myself as that--I'm just another member on the team fighting toward the same goal. A lot of us on the team were leaders of another back home; it's better if I not butt...

Wishkeeper frowned, but then decided it wouldn't be worth pursuing. Ivy was happy, at least. Cynthian... Perhaps he could help him later. "It's to help differentiate the two personalities," Wishkeeper said. "Owen and I are of the same spirit, and technically of the same mind. The Shadows...

"It's ethereal in nature," Wishkeeper said, giving Ivy a pensive look, narrowing his eyes. "If I get too excited, or I'm in a battle, it burns hot. You should... be careful about that sort of thing." Wishkeeper cleared his throat, then continued forward. "So, Ivy. Do you know anything about who...

Wishkeeper felt a headache coming on. And despite this, he pushed it down, and beneath that annoyance, he found a little smile. "...Right. Of course. Then let's go walking. She won't be far, and maybe if she sees me playing with Ivy, she'll get jealous."

Shield looked skeptical again. This kid was some wide-eyed idealist for sure. How old was he, twelve? These useless platitudes weren't really doing much for him. There was nothing he could do. He was being forced to stay here under supervision, even if he was happy to help if he could, but they...

Wishkeeper frowned, looking at the shredded bread, then back at Ivy. "Soul, mm... Celsete's." He looked back. "I was actually searching for Cal, my own familiar. She ran off again. I know where she is in this town, but every time I get close, she runs again. I'm going to try a different strategy...

"Didn't you just tell me a second go that maybe if I apologized and showed my regrets, it'd be enough? Now you're saying I need to do it more." He snorted. "Sounds more like time is all I need. These platitudes, I'm not as sure..." He looked off. "What I really need is a way to rescue Sword..."...

"...What are you doing here?" A Charmeleon with a cracked pattern of darkness along his lower half crossed his arms, staring down at the strange Ultra Shade. "I thought I sensed someone here... I don't think I've properly met you yet." He leaned forward. "My name is Wishkeeper... though your...

Oh, wonderful, he had a crowd again. That was one thing he did enjoy about being in a holding cell, actually. His rabid fans because of his Colosseum fights--which were, nowadays, the only real place he could get a good battle in--weren't able to get to him. Sure, there were protests to release...

Shield looked at Cabot with complete befuddlement. "How soon something can change if I show what I regret? I've been showing my regrets all day! All week! And yet the only ones to really bother approaching me are you, that Charmeleon oddball, and a few others. Blade can hardly look at me...