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Drake grabbed hold of Vix, startling her. "Looks like we're up, I dunno if you're scared or not so I'll just force you through the portal anyway." "What?! N-No, I'm fine, you don't ha--" "Too late!" Drake huffed loudly, throwing Vix into the portal surprisingly easily. "...Boy I hope she...

"Why didn't we let Bahamut help with the portal making process? That's like, one of his gimmicks, ain't it?" Drake asked, taking a more battle-ready stance since the moon was doing shit and they were all soon to be spaceward. If that was a word. Silently, Vix shuffled to Drake's side. Even...

Drake shot Cola a confident grin and wave. "Thanks for the luck but it ain't like we'll really need it, hehe! We'll be up an' back in no time, without a scratch on us!" He looked over to Vix, who still refused to put her face back on. "Most of us, at least." Vix seemed to know that Drake was...

"...Did... did you misspell or mis-say big?" Drake blinked.

"Do we, uh, know anythin' about what we're headin' into?" Drake asked, looking up at the big, kinda-still-broken rock in space. He glanced back at Vix, who looked like she didn't want to look at it at all. Probably explains why she took her eyes off and shoved them into her bag. "...Why?"...

"D-Dammit..!" Scrafty gritted their teeth, but for the sake of whoever they were holding, flew strong still. "G-GAHH!!!" Puddle cried out. It's body hardly held true, dimming and melting off of Scrafty's back, Ultra Stone and all. Towards the storm. "DAMMIT!" Scrafty growled. They dropped...

Scrafty's glare fixated on the Moon. Their flame crackled and popped, and a jagged frown cracked along their face. "That goddamn rock..."

Scrafty rolled their eyes, smirking. "Best, but not the only ones. I got two arms people could hold onto, and lame as it may be, one or two of our smaller members can ride on my back." They looked back at the team, humming. "...When did everyone get so big, actually?" "I ask myself that every...

"...Like siblings, huh?" Scrafty muttered. They lifted up a rock, and it was suddenly whisked away, replaced in their hand by a tattered notebook. They scratched something out, sighing to themselves, and the book was sent off to be replaced by the rock once more. "I'm tempted to ask which would...

"That might do me some good... maybe," Vix nodded, humming. "One of my mentors has that same line of thinking, too. Plus, it's been a while since I've fought for fun. I'll take you up on that, then."

Vix looked up at Brisa, managing to crack a smile for once. "You say all that like brushing off your own death will be easy. But... maybe it is, I sure as hell wouldn't know." Another bit of silence, followed by Vix sighing as she stared into space. "...Thanks, Brisa. For what it's worth, I'd...

Vix shrugged, falling onto her back and letting out an exhausted breath of shadows. Her body stopped melting, and her shadows almost entirely faded, leaving her only a few shades darker than usual. It didn't look like she was getting any less shadowed than that. "I... think I'm scared to find...

"...I wish," Vix muttered. "I might be lucky enough to have you as a friend, but as far as being a Pokemon? I dunno..." She took a deep breath, sighing. "Nothing about me makes sense, right? As far as being a ghost goes, I only recently learned to phase through things and float things around...

More silence, drawn out until Vix let out a chuckle. Her shadows faded further and further, but never fully left. "You're only mostly right, I never wanted to be a hero to be admired, I just... I dunno. Trying to remember yourself from a lifetime ago kinda leads to a lot of confusion, doesn't...

"It would be so much better for you if you did," Vix hissed. She stood her ground, waiting for some kind of attack to counter, or at least try to. Then, the Whiplash came. She tried to avoid it at first, simply out of instinct, but those radiant tethers were far faster than she was. Hearing...

"Bull. Shit. You people only cared about me because of the power I brought, and I know none of you would actually give a damn about me without it," Vix spat, clenching her fists and shutting her eyes, aching. "The second I'm obsolete on this team, I'll be thrown away, Brisa! Why do you want me...

Darkness; Vix knew it was getting to her, but it was the only way she could try and make sense of her thoughts. It felt backwards to think that the shadows helped, but it did, and Vix didn't care to know why... She didn't want to know why... Pain and anger melded on Vix's face, and long...

"Seeing how I'm already dead, that point feels moot, doesn't it?" In any other situation, that would've been a joke. Vix turned to face Brisa, glaring, but hurt. "When I first died, I was alone. Cold, heartbroken, and possibly literally falling apart... I know I had friends, but none of them...

Silence, followed soon after by Vix slamming her fist into the side of Destiny Tower. She didn't even leave a dent, but her arm almost entirely fell apart on impact. "I know. At least... I know that now," Vix growled, holding her melting arm and staring at it. The melting didn't slow, even...

Vix grimaced, then sighed. She didn't really have fists, but she curled up her chandelier arms as if she did. "Would you blame me if I didn't? All I've heard about Zoroarks is how mistreated they are because they're all seen as liars and tricksters. I owe one of them my life, and we all had...