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Karat stared at Puddle for a good five seconds of silence. Then... "Go away."

"I have a restraining order on Chip ever since I found him in my home," Karat replied dully. "I don't remember that," Groudon said. "you file restraining orders?" "No. It was an order. From me." "Oh. I get it." Groudon nodded. "Well, I guess if you want more sunlight, maybe if I'm feeling up...

Karat sensed their caution, particularly Nate's, and looked at the cooling core to see the little tendrils wrapped around his wrist. More telepathy, and he nodded softly. "Deoxys... doesn't want to risk anything too much," he said. "But... maybe in a safer environment, we will try something."...

"...Deoxys would never hurt me," Karat said slowly, finally grasping the stone. His skin sizzled against it and he winced, yet he refused to let go. He pulled it toward him and Groudon stopped shining his light. The mirrors, too, dimmed. "I'm talking to him now. But perhaps not even he knows...

"I'm strong," Karat said in a mutter. "I'm one of the strongest Pokemon in all of Cibus. If anybody can handle it, I can. We're compatible." Groudon tilted his head slowly. "Compatible how?" "...We just know each other. I'd... I'll ask him. If it'll make him feel better..." Without thinking...

"...Oh, that form," Groudon said, rumbling irritably. "Pop got mad because of what we did with Shield. I can't go in that form anymore. Not for now, or until he gives that back to me..." Karat, meanwhile, stared at the core of light, shining bright and very hot. He could practically feel from...

With the mirrors arranged, there didn't seem to be much of a noticeable effect. Karat was murmuring again, and he said, "...He says... that it's a little comfortable. That's all he can say. I don't think he's all that aware, though. I think he knows I'm by him, though..." "Well, it had an...

Groudon stared again, looking bored, like he'd rather be napping. Karat, meanwhile, refused to look away from Deoxys' core, searching for signs of movement or life or anything. He occasionally seemed to murmur something, and his lips would move, like he was talking... but whatever the...

"I'll try..." Groudon sighed and Karat set the stone down. They stared, together, and Karat looked up after a few seconds. "And what now?" Karat asked impatiently. "...They just told me to shine light on it." Groudon looked down. "...And to wait. But that's because they knew Necrozma's...

"Apparently," Karat spoke up, "he is healed by light from the sun, similar to that Necrozma." "Hmm..." Groudon made a rumbling sound as he considered it. "I'm not really one for healing. Even that first time was... strange. Where is Deoxys now?" Karat seemed to wince. He reached into the bag...

It didn't take long for him to emerge from the sands, presumably from a nap. There was no telling how long that nap had actually been. Lumbering toward them, Groudon gave them a skeptical look. "You don't expect me to make a volcano... and shoot you to the moon, do you?" Karat was nearby...

"My crew?" Joule asked, and then he hummed and rattled as he scratched at his prismatic chin again. He chirped, contemplative. "Well, yes. A lot of them have been different. Maple hasn't left my side unless for urgent missions, and usually she can trust that I'd be just fine on my own. I suppose...

Joule made a few more chittering noises, then slowly got back to a floating, proper stance. "Ah, hrm, yes. Sorry about that. I was... processing things." "Mago?" Chip tested. Joule chirped and turned toward the Porygon-Z. When he did so, Chip scribbled down a few notes. "Interesting... And...

"I'm never going to work on a Shade again..." Chip sadly scribbled the notes he could, zapping them into a tablet with his usual speed, but none of the enthusiasm. "Ah--oh, give me a--" Joule chirped and hissed several times. "Just a moment. I'm sure they'll settle soon... krrrss..." "You told...

Joule hummed, even as one of the Shades leapt onto and crawled along his arm, burrowing curiously into it and making little chirping noises. Before Joule responded to Nate, Joule chirped back. "Ah, er, excuse me," he muttered. "I'm afraid going to the moon is beyond my power at the moment...

"Ah... I do recall that." Joule nodded. "But it wasn't a Shade, or Shades, that I sent there, no. I had fired a concentrated beam of Blacklight energy instead. I'm not really sure what came over me, really. Now, yes, I did want to expel the Blacklight, and I certainly did, but--ah, how to phrase...

This, as it turned out, lifted Chip's spirits tremendously. "Well, when you put it like that... okay! Okay, just give me some time and I'll get my notes! Besides, there are still plenty of Shades in the Reverse World that I can investigate!" "Oh, are there?" Joule hummed. Chip froze. "E-ehh...

"Certainly!" Joule slipped through the portal, where Chip had caught at least a few of the details. "Er, and where's Wiki, exactly?" Joule turned his head at the sound of his name, but then remembered. "Ah, right--I am Wiki now, yes." "Oh. ...Wait, you're merging with all the Shades?" Chip...

Joule paused, looking behind. "Well," he said, but then paused. "...Hm. That is quite awkward, isn't it?" An uncomfortable silence followed that was only punctuated by the heavy steps of Groudon wandering around the isle. "I don't really know how to answer that right now," he replied. "But I'm...

"...Wiki... yes." Joule nodded. "Yes, I do remember going by that name, very briefly. Ah... Interesting. It's all coming back to me, now. Er, all... three or so months of it, at least..." Groudon rumbled over to them. "Does that mean I can go home now?" he asked, his voice shaking the very...