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Codex’s eyes scanned over the crowd one last time. “Generally, I’d find the idea of losing memories quite worrisome. In this case, I think I’ll readily accept it. The alternative seems damaging in its own way…” They hadn’t really been here long enough for any of the people here to hold any...

"Like a black hole," Codex mused. They weren't as familiar with the cosmos as Whispers at Nightfall, but they'd picked up a fair bit through osmosis over the years. "Once enough weight has collected, it collapses and becomes very difficult to pull away from. Until tearing yourself away feels...

Codex met Keldeo's gaze when he locked onto them. Their no longer held any fire. Keldeo's battle was with his own corruption now. "Codes, rules, honour... They may not scribed in the stars or encoded in our blood, but the world was a darker, worse place when I didn't believe I could live within...

Kind words from a stranger, the will of Flygon’s song preserving their convictions, and and the sight of their opponent falling converged on Codex of Truth. They took a deep breath and… stabilized. The last of their borrowed corruption dissipated. Keldeo’s toxic emotional state still simmered...

Codex's eyes widened as Breve called Keldeo's next shot. They just knew where it would be aimed. They readied their tendril to try to deflect it. Their telekinesis shattered shattered into a flash of light beneath his attack, and his momentum carried him forward. Their poisoned horn slashed...

Codex sensed Keldeo's attack coming before they saw it, and that was fortunate. His attacks hurt well enough braced for the impact, a psychic shell protecting their soft flesh. The attacks came out so quickly that advanced warning of their intents was essential, given they doubted Keldeo would...

“Funny. I don’t think I’ve ever been called honourable before. Really more common of a concept in martial cultures. My types tend to operate more under rationale and rules…” Codex picked themself up telepathically and moved near Winged King. His radiant warmth wasn’t ideal for keeping their...

Codex rolled their eyes. “There’s something broken festering in your heart. That’s really not a matter of opinion. It’s an observation based on the most accurate sense I have. You’d just as well try to convince me of the subjectivity of the sun’s warmth, or that the salinity of a sea breeze is...

Codex of Truth felt as if their body was trying to reject their presence here. In a sense, they were: Base instinct told them the should be trying to escape to anywhere else but here. Keldeo’s spirit carried traces of energies dangerous to Hatterene, making their membrane crawl. His corruption...

Codex sighed. “Can we just… play this one straight? I don’t want to have to deal with any secondhand feelings of resentment, any more so than I already will. It sounds like a reasonable strategic choice, too, if we want him to his own share of breaking out of this state.” They also felt a less...

"So, Clink," Codex asked with an inquisitive look on their face. "What's our actual endgame here? How do we deal with this corruption? If it's a simple matter of depleting their spirit and defeating him in combat, then once he comes to his senses he'll likely have no real qualms about us getting...

Codex’s local area was mapped out well enough that there wasn’t really any need for exploration, but they were familiar with the concept. “Exploration sounds more like a name for a reconnaissance team, which is what I do.” But the Eevee had more to say than just that. As they continued, Codex’s...

Sorrows, did this guy’s world not have any sort of common convention against killing people? “If someone really wanted to die on the hill of invading a Scyther’s territory they could keep fighting after losing to one. But as living things we have a strong preference for our own survival, so when...

Codex shrugged a tendril at the person they were talking to. “It’s not like we’re all sticking to friendly sparring all the time, but there’s still no rational reason to fight past the point where your spirit’s depleted enough that it can’t stop your opponent from hurting you. It’s simply...

Codex sighed. “I suppose you’re right. But your kind doesn’t have any other protection from attack, so you?” (They didn’t have any sort of spirit so it would make sense, and it would match how Winged King described his partner.) “Are other species trying to maim you when they attack? I can’t...

"Huh?" Codex of Truth snapped around to look at this tiny human. Their tendril flickered with faelight in surprised, but they resisted the urge to let it manifest into anything threatening. (They'd already startled at one person today. They didn't need to do it again. And by any measure, this...

Codex saw the amount of iron flashing about and, after briefly considering a few angles of attack, decided it best to hold off getting iron-burnt before the main event. They’d spare some heal pulses for those less inclined to hold back. The hiatus could also be an opportunity to pick the brain...

As the Lustre Purge landed, Codex of Truth dug into the crack in the crystal with a Psycho Cut, trying to dig their mental reach into the crystal and slice from inside the fault. (Would they even need a fairy move after this, or was this the end of it?) "Oh, is that what it's called? Yes...

Codex didn't sense anyone behind them, so they were quite startled when they heard a voice. Their body reflexively wrenched around to face backwards as a burning light gathered at the end of their tendril, only to fizzle out a moment later. "Bleeding sorrows," they hissed in a shrill tone. "Do...

Sorrows, they were really stress-testing Clink's translation field with that one. How many different names did people really need for ways of controlling energy? They looked towards the Lucario for relief, but if it was close enough to aura he would've already taught it. But it wasn't entirely...