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A wry smile was S'more's initial reply. "Well, I suppose if there was another way to spy on me, it would be by acting as my assistant." He nodded. "Very well. Come with me."

S'more nodded, then sighed as he turned away. "Was that all you wished to speak to me about? I should probably return to my work."

"Perhaps that would be best," S'more said, nodding. "But if you do... I have one request." And finally, he looked at Vix--and there seemed to be nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "Please do not tell Pop about this. He would be devastated. If we have any luck... we can resolve this and rid me of...

"I see," S'more replied, and he turned to continue his pacing. His head was down, deep in thought. "All very understandable. Keeping an eye on anyone that was possibly suspicious. And indeed, if I was the one that had been compromised, there would be no telling what sort of damage I could do on...

S'more paused, then glanced back, his frown deepening. "I believe you misunderstand me," he said, and then went back to pacing. "I'm not naive. I didn't live as Arceus' right hand without knowing how to be wary of my surroundings, even in places that would be considered safe. While I may be...

"Mm. I see." S'more hopped off of the bag and walked toward the other end of the room, pacing in silence as Vix continued her explanation and her theorizing, and finally her proposal. "You believe that all of the evidence appears to be pointing to me," he said. "The evidence we'd barely managed...

The more Vix spoke, the more those flames on S'more's head seemed to subside and stabilize into something that could be equated to stone-faced. "Yes, why me indeed," S'more hummed, sitting up in the beanbag that he had been resting in. "I do wonder why my strike and essence had been replicated...

"Hmm? Ah, of course, certainly." S'more nodded with a confident smile. "Are you having trouble finding your new home, by chance? I believe the directions given weren't very specific aside from the street name." As usual, there didn't seem to be anything suspicious about his behavior.

Cream nodded. "That must have been... quite the wakeup call," she said. "You know, if you'd like to talk about that . . ." The interview went on for quite a while. Occasionally they delved into chats about 'Luxray things' here and there, and at times it felt a lot like they had delved into...

Cream nodded, smiling. "That sounds like a wonderful thing to tell yourself," she said. "Perhaps something all of us can learn from time to time. Consider especially for us in Destiny Village the fact that... well, as much as we want to help others, we should also be helping ourselves when we can."

"I imagine there would be many places that would be more grateful of your help," Cream said, though she said it delicately. Not like she knew the whole story, after all, and this interview was going to be part of a series of them with Team Spectrum. There was a lot to talk about. "I heard,"...

"That's awful," Cream remarked. "A thankless world like that... I do hope there's a way you can turn things around. But a society like that could take time... I can't even imagine. Does your world have any leaders that could possibly make that change? If you're so strong and so prominent... do...

"That's a very noble thing to desire if your whole job is helping," Cream said. "I see that in a lot of people in forces like the one you're part of--both as a ranger and as part of Team Spectrum. But... I need to ask, Brisket. It sounds as though back home, you don't get that same thanks...

"I'm sorry for that," Cream said, nodding as more notes were scribbled down. "It sounds like you value your work a great deal. What would you say that you value the most?" she asked.

Cream nodded, eyes attentive, and she jotted down a few notes here and there. This was largely Brisa's interview, but one note in particular seemed to catch her attention. "You work alone," she said, "but not by choice?"

"That won't be a problem," Cream said, and it looked like she was already getting her supplies ready, particularly her recording badge. She'd prompted Brisa about it prior and it being standard procedure to take notes later. "I think I have a good starter," she said. "Now, that's all set...

After the somewhat rough encounter with Toffee and the following cleanup of battle debris and the water that started the whole mess, the lounge was back in working order, and Cream wasn't any the wiser to what might have happened there. Instead, the Luxray smiled at the other. "Well, this seems...

Toffee was trembling and her eyes were wide. "Did you not... read the sign? Or did you... ignore it... Do you have any idea... how much damage this causes? How much work goes into cleaning it out? Have you... even... THOUGHT?" Toffee shook even more and the winds were picking up. A nearby bed...

Awkward and hopeless silence passed in the dorm halls as the water poured through them and down the stairs to the lower floors. Someone shrieked from down below. Then, a rushed pitter-patter of some large Pokemon. There was a gasp--and, at the entrance to the dorm hall was Croviknight Toffee...

The sign on the dorm halls saying NO SURFING IN THE DORMS loomed ominously on the wall. It gave off a menacing aura.