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In the back of the group, a slack-jawed Icetales was staring intently at the two legendary canines. By the heavens and stars! He had read many books and manuscripts about the legends that saved the world from Chaos, aided by the Lights, but to see them with his own eyes was another thing...

“…Pfft!” Petram waved his paw dismissively at Soda, showing a cheerful smirk. “I’ve baked all kinds of cupcakes and pies, dude, but I’m always willing to learn new tricks for old recipes! If I wasn’t made of ghostly goo, I would have flour in my veins.” He froze, his expression twisting with...

Petram trained his ears toward Soda and Cola, trying to make a sense of what they were saying. If only he took more after Firetales’ mother! He could only get a few scattered words from that distance, but he heard something about Soda being… wrong? About what, though? “Hmm…” The Ninetales...

Petram grinned and wagged his tails with more vigor. “Thanks, bud!” Then, Soda arrived and Petram regarded the other fox with a curious stare, before following his gaze. ‘Okay, Petram! This is it! Your first big job as an older ‘mon! Keep your focus on the—hey! Isn’t that Soul?!’ He waved his...

What seemed to be an excited yell came from the outside of the tower, before a phantom Ninetales came rushing upfront. The glow inside his chest was almost blinding, as a sign of his energy. “Yo, folks! Am I late for business?” He took some glances around the place, before tilting his head...

Petram's tails burst into flames when he was struck by Cola, more shocked than anything, and then he felt the warmth coiled around his stone. It wasn't the kind of warmth he used to manipulate. It was... much less spectral in nature, that's for sure. "Yikes! Okay, that was--" He blinked, then...

Petram blinked, puzzled by Cola's request. "My... heart? Well, that's a bizarre suggestion, but if that will make you happy then I'm willing to try. Sounds interesting, at the very least." The Vulpix poked his wobbly spectral chest and frowned. "Um, I don't think I have a physical heart...

Petram glanced at Cola and crossed his paws, while his non-existent spectral brain elaborated the situation. Then, he yapped in realization. “Well! That’s easy! You could go,” he pulled his tails over his face, making his eyes poke out of them, “with a disguise, of course! Do you have...

Petram sighed softly. “I know you’re new to this, but just because something is supposed to happen it doesn’t mean it has to happen. And,” he scratched the back of his head, “unfortunately, far too often things aren’t supposed to happen… happen.” Petram glanced at his fellow Shade and tilted...

…Huh. So the little deity didn’t know the concept of sadness. However, how to explain something that you just… feel? “Well… Yeah, you’re right. ‘Mons shouldn’t feel sad, but you shouldn’t shun sadness, either.” Petram started twiddling his paws. “How to explain… Sadness is basically your...

“…Eh?” Petram looked up as he was poked by Cola. His thigh wobbled like jello with each poke, and the small Vulpix was somewhat amused by that. “Oh, huh, no. I’m not dying!” Petram blinked and rubbed his chin. “At least, I don’t think I am. But I am something else.” He glanced into Cola’s...

Petram pouted at the dragons, his tails burning as everyone fawned over the small legendary. It seemed like legends of a feather (scale?) flocked together, or something like that. ‘I guess nobody wants to pay attention to a kid…’ He hung his head and descended toward the floor, then his...

Petram glanced at the dragons and tilted his head, before looking again at the small deity. “Well, he has talent! I bet he would be a really good actor. He wouldn’t even need to pay for the choreography guys — he could create his own choreography!” The small Shade clapped his paws and wagged...

“Oh, no! Don’t worry about that. Giovanni is just, what, the worst scum of the entire cosmos! He’s no big deal, really!” deadpanned Petram, crossing his paws. “I will never forgive him for hurting Daddy and I will kick that psychic butt of his the next time we meet him!” Petram started musing...

Petram glanced at those magazines and sent a copy of their covers through the telepathic link with Icetales. Just the time for the Ninetales to receive the mental image that the Vulpix’s head was filled with all kinds of panicky and horrified shouts, and he suddenly felt… very dirty. “…Never...

“Aah! Now I get it! You’re like a living insurance policy: if something’s broken, you fix or refund it!” chirped Petram, feeling suddenly very smart. He paused for a moment, looking momentarily alarmed. “Oh, erm, perhaps something more complicated that this, but that’s the closest comparison I...

Petram stared at the various books piled up on the corner with boredom. Paper treasures weren’t exactly his interest, but he had the feeling that they were brimming with valuable information, knowledge and all that stuff that makes scholars so happy. “…Okay, perhaps I should have let Daddy...

A part of Petram was really glad that he had inherited the stability and fortitude of Firetales’s mind: getting back to their feet was what he and his Solarian counterpart excelled most, and not even pulverized hearts were enough to bring them down for too long. Sure, he was no Firetales, but...

“…Sacrosanct words, good sir. Those are… the words of a true guide.” Icetales smiled and placed a forepaw on his chest, then bowed with respect. “Now, I shall leave thee with thy projects. It has been a true delight to converse with thee. A most illuminating experience, even. And… I would be...

“Golly, if I know how that feels like!” responded Icetales, feeling sympathy toward the deity in front of him. “Well, I am no Alpha, but I have felt this barrier cast between myself and the goodmons, separated by our oh-so-distinct origins. “It is not easy to integrate, I agree. When thou have...