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Well, fuck. He’d thought the Rattata in the forest had a progressive stage of some sort of disease. He really hoped he was wrong. If Surf’s sibling ended up like that Rattata... It would break her. Should he say something? Warn everyone? He didn’t know... Well, he did know. He should. But...

Well, that explained why Surf expected Celeste to already know who her parents were. Seems like the kind who’d have a reputation. It also explained why they didn’t really invest in home security. He figured most petty thieves knew better than to target a duo who’d taken on two higher beings...

Augh, they were just dumping as much information as possible into as few words as possible. Had they no respect for the fact the group would remember it better with some proper storytelling? This was just an exposition dump. Hmph. At least there was no brooding romance subplot distracting from...

The context of this crisis? Sounded like a long story... and Celeste loved long stories! He settled into the remain of the blanket pile. “It is soft! I want to go to sleep in it... but I’ll stay up for the story.” Hearing Maple say they needed to pass them out disappointed him... Wait, no...

Celeste stared at Potluck. “Well then. I don’t believe I’ve heard of a “Silvally” before... Nice to meet you.” Celeste inspected him curiously. As bizarre as he was, he had a sort of... dissonant coherency to him. Potluck didn’t look quite as odd as written description of him would’ve made him...

The blanket monster had stolen not just Astrid’s blanket, but also his own. Such an injustice could not be allowed to stand. “I’m going in. If I never come out, tell my family I love them.” He pushed his way into the blanket pile.

Celeste entered the dojo. He was about ready to collapse for the third time today, but he wanted to be in bed before he did it. “Nobody bug me, I’m going t-“ All the blankets were piled in the center of the room. Furthermore, was there someone... inside the pile? Some childish part of him...

Celeste slowly blinked. He really didn’t know what in creation to make of this teammate of his. “I... Err... Yes. I imagine it wouldn’t be.” Celeste would also imagine that having your actual head cut off would kill you, but he was clearly imagining that incorrectly. “Anyways, I was going to...

Celeste took a moment to mull that over. “There’s got to be more to it then that, Mr Worthless Phantom... Or Miss Worthless Phantom. Or just Worthless Phantom. I can’t really tell, you don’t have much of a scent. I just... the voice. “A-Anyways, there’s got to be more to it than that. You said...

“I don’t know,” Celeste grumbled. “He said the Magicarp might be a symptom of a larger issue, didn’t he? Maybe that larger issue is what he and Truffle are both fighting against.” Celeste shook his head, as if trying to dislodge his thoughts. “No amount of hypotheticals will conjure information...

That sounded to Celeste like a fancy way of saying Truffle had bribed him with food... Well, there was also the matter of “purity to their souls,” which probably counted for something. “Maybe this is more complicated than two sides. Truffle being somewhat pure doesn’t mean Diyem is trying to...

Celeste pressed a paw to his forehead, as if he had a headache. He didn’t, but this discussion was giving him an honorary headache. “I don’t know. I... I don’t know. Do any of us really know anything about Truffle? Listen, I don’t like Diyem, but... I have no reason to trust Truffle, either.”...

Celeste didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t been there for the conversation, and didn’t entirely understand what was said. “I don’t know. Surely, multiple humans are better than one? We’ve got a few. The rest of us can help, too.”

Celeste stopped to think for a moment. “Well... when he sent us over, he had full control of our spirits, right? Couldn’t he have just... not sent them? Kept them for himself and destroyed them? Or maybe he could’ve turned us into a school of Feebas instead? If he’s trying to kill us, he’s kinda...

Celeste let out an awkward laugh. “Aha. Yes. I... That did happen. I haven’t the faintest idea how Diyem managed to separate me from my sense, much less by accident. It was... quite the unwelcome surprise.”

As he left, Celeste noticed someone else on the way in. He hadn’t seen them since they’d all arrived and... “Oh, hello. You’re the one who got the Poochyena thrown at you earlier. My name is Celeste, pleased to make your acquaintance.”