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"Into salt," repeated Puff with an air of intrigue. "That certainly is a... colorful idea." He finished taking his notes, and it seemed like he had covered a great deal of information. "Well," he said, "I think those are the key notes that I wanted to take regarding everything. Why don't you...

"Magically work out okay, huh," Puff repeated with a dark glint in his eye, but he nodded anyway. "I guess when there are a lot of good people with good powers, that's something that'll happen. Maybe we're lucky with Pop and everything, too. ...But... sounds like you don't have a Pop to help you...

Puff didn't press. Instead he nodded in understanding. "It sounds like there are hardships even when you return home," he said. "Sometimes it makes you wonder... when you return, if there was anything about this world that you could bring back... what would it be?" He let the question linger...

Puff nodded, tapping his claw thoughtfully. "It seems like a lot of trouble," he said. "And it also sounds like you put yourself at great risk for it when you didn't necessarily need to. But"--and to this, he raised his paw slightly--"I think, in your eyes, you actually did need to." He smiled a...

"Functional house arrest..." Puff frowned, jotting these notes down. "But you're still fighting for them..." He nodded, and then, when he was finished jotting what he could down, he asked Dave, "With all this trouble that you're going for, I guess this would be a silly question... but it would...

"But these part-Pokemon humans that you've made, are they not human?" Puff asked, brow furrowed with something between concern and confusion. "If your society treats people under human rights, wouldn't they get human rights because that's how they behave?" Puff was a reporter. They typically...

His ear twitched again. That seemed to be a 'tell' that he'd heard something interesting. "...How do you mean, not treated like actual human beings?" he asked. "We don't treat Thyme or the others as human... but the way you said that, I think the meaning of the phrase is different. Could you...

Puff was writing a lot of notes down while listening. "Incredible," he said. "With your limited resources in your world--no access to gods or the systems they follow--you're still trying to achieve similar feats with science alone. That's commendable all by itself. ...You've got a lot of...

Puff tilted his head. "Er, no. I was just wondering if that's something you could do with that... genetic technology, since I think Buffet can do the same thing, since he has a hold of all walks of life on Cibus. We already have him to work with that kind of thing, so Reshiram doesn't see a need...

"Humans with limited Pokemon powers, huh?" Puff repeated, nodding. "Seems like it might be helpful, but I don't think we really know what humans are really like aside from what the Omen Heroes have told us." There didn't seem to be any alarm in his voice. Interest, more like. "It sounds to me...

"Oh? A human, studying how to make them more like Pokemon?" Puff seemed to lean in, but only barely. The interest seemed genuine. "In other words, is this a lot like using science to replicate what the Voice of Life, Buffet, can do? To change humans into Pokemon? Or only the parts the humans...

"Eh, it's one of those things where it's catchy and the public came up with it first," Puff said, shrugging. "Alright, let's get started. With the basics. Tell us a little about yourself! What do you do back home, eh?" Puff was already attentive, ears twitched upright. There was an aura about...

It was a quieter point during the day for X-Eye, which usually saw most of its customers as the sun set. During the afternoon, things were calmer. Pokemon weren't quite done with their work and weren't quite out to lunch, leaving only the few on vacation or on odd schedules to populate the...

Soda watched her go, tilting his head. "Someone's busy," he mumbled, but then glanced at his badge, reading over what might have been a few notes. "...Guess she's not the only one." He eyed the badge, then his sliders, then his badge again. "Eh. Fuck it." He continued eating. <><><>

"A Shade in a Dungeon, eh? Guess that's nothing to really worry about, aside from getting stuck forever since you can't really starve or get knocked out by weaklings." He shrugged. "Anyway, goon on ya for getting wings. You're way ahead of that other Charizard's Shade, and whatever's going on...

Soda let out a noncommittal shrug. "Who knows? My scouting didn't turn up a whole lot. Guess it's up to you guys to just fight blind and figure it out from there, eh?" He got a set of what seemed to be mini sliders. He took the first burger and downed half of it in one bite. "So how's Shade...

Soda looked offended for a flash. He glanced off. "Peh, sure, I guess she's pretty strong, what with being some kind of abandoned Life God or whatever," he said. "But I guess even her powers aren't anything compared to this Blacklight stuff."

"Heh, have we?" Soda leaned back. "I can hardly tell. Powers are nullified and all that, and boy, is that frustrating to deal with. And unprecedented, as far as Maple's concerned. She said she's never encountered something like this in her life, and she has a long history of living."

"Heh. Real heroes, aren't you? Trying to save everyone just because you can, or maybe you think you can." Soda tapped his claws on the table. "Well, hey. You saved Sword. You've got that going for ya."

"That's probably gonna be it," Soda said flatly. "Want my guess? When Diyem took the power that was needed to restore you guys back to life, he also took on a heaping load of corruption. Maybe just that one part wasn't enough to mess with anyone, since it doesn't seem like anyone's behaving all...