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Icetales nodded. “I see. Well, I wish all the best for you both, and years of serenity and happiness.” The Ninetales checked his cup — empty. And his bottle… empty, too. “It looks like I must brew more tea, huh…” He glanced at Nero. “Well, it has been a wonderful chat, but I must get going. I...

“Married, hm…” Icetales wagged his tails faster. “How wonderful. Your soulmate is truly lucky? Who are they? Someone from your world or your team?”

“Not quite, no. But this humble Ninetales has a few tricks hidden into his tails,” said Icetales, his smirk not leaving him. “Not literally, however. So dost not try to check into my fluff.”

“Ah, yes. Because there is nothing deadlier than hard steel to strike down frigid fae, is it not?” Icetales flashed a smirk. “Yours truly has tasted metal in more than one occasion, and my endurance is near unparalleled. A result of years spent as a butler and the mastery over darkness. Whenever...

Oh? That was a very interesting detail. So it doesn’t seem everyone forgets what happened in Cibus. Hmm… Well, wasn’t that quite the dilemma. From one side, he would remember he had learned and perhaps change his life for the better. Have the bravery to face his father and claim the throne, so...

Icetales smiled, his tails swaying gently. “Thank thee, much appreciated. I hope to preserve some of my memories, too.” He tilted his head. “Speaking of that, did you forget your experience with the Blacklight in the other reality? It must have been shocking to remember everything or almost in...

“That I am not,” responded Icetales, flicking his tails and letting his aura dissipate. “I merely wanted to demonstrate that even though I am crafted from malignant forces, my heart is not any darker nor distant than other folks’.” He sighed and shook his head. “However, I had my doubts...

Icetales listened intently to Nero’s tale, nodding slowly to let him know that the chimera had his attention. Then, once Nero mentioned Diyem, he smirked with a rare devious expression. “Oh, well, being grumpy and distant is part of the curriculum for a being made of darkness. Ever read the fine...

“…Oh.” Icetales chuckled softly, in part relieved and in part embarrassed. “Well, it is certainly a good thing that the world has been restor—” He blinked as he noticed a curious detail about what Nero said. “Hm? An ice Ninetales that turned into a Necrozma? That is… intriguing. I hear rare...

What the… An entire planet blown up by a Necrozma? By the heavens and stars, that was so tragic! What was with cosmic creatures wanting to destroy cosmic elements. … And he himself was born from a Cosmic Daemon, a destroyer of stars and spawn of Chaos. Of course. “Oh, d-dear. I am truly sorry...

“Oh, believe it or not, I reckon that matters would have been far worse, if Sir Bahamut wasn’t around. Perhaps the entire team would be lost in the Voidlands by now, and Cibus… well… just cosmic dust.” Icetales looked away, a contemplative expression on his face. “I confess that there are some...

Icetales winced, his tails flicking erratically. So, if they indeed entertained the idea of being stealthy and infiltrate the Tree without anyone knowing, would that version of Cibus have been swallowed by the darkness? Sure, it seems that what happened to Nero’s reality was a temporary...

Icetales nodded in understanding. “So, not too differently from how we dealt with Blacklight, too.” He hummed, a curious gleam in his eyes. “We had difficulties with our Eien as well. What happened in your… reality? Did matters take a turn for the worse, or…?”

“Ah. I see. Not very accustomed to archaic lingo, I presume.” Icetales found it very odd to consider his own speech ‘archaic’. He wasn’t really that old, was he? To be honest with ourselves, we have half a century worth of life, so… He couldn’t really refute that. Though, there was a large...

Icetales tilted his head, and his ears flicked. “Hm? My voice?” The Ninetales started a short session of vocalism, trying to regulate the timber and fluidity of his vowels. He took a moment to study his own voice, before giving a casual shrug. “Well, my team and I have been on the moon and had...

Some time after the gathering, Icetales was walking around the houses of the God Squad, trying to wrap up around the concept of multiverse. While, yes, he had interacted with people from multiple worlds and with their own unique experiences, the idea that they came from some timeline where they...

“…Am I…?” Petram blinked, before puffing up his chest. “Well! If you say that, it must be true! Fear not, as the Expert Petram will lead us to victory and success!” And without another word, the spectral Vulpix and the Skarmory traveled toward the marketplace. They had seeds to find and ghosts...

Petram shrugged. "Well, ghosts surely know more about ghost business. But... yeah, I agree, ghost stuff seems shady, especially if they can make things disappear. Though, how do you kill a seed? You just... dehydrate it?" The spectral Vulpix rubbed his chin. "And, huh... infinity is eternal...

“Well! For a ghost tree I suppose we would need a ghost seed, no? So, maybe all we need it’s to find some ghost shopkeeper who could sell ghost stuff!” Petram tapped his forehead with his paw. “That’s foolproof logic, don’t you agree? “And forever? Huh. Forever is such a funny word. Beginning...

“Nutrients… from all of us. Huh.” Petram scratched his head, pondering hard about that. “I… guess it makes sense, yeah. So we’re like soil? Are we living earth golems, then? But if we are golems, who created us? And who created the creator of us? And who created the creator of the creator of the...