I didn't feel very well after that little blunder, 'which left me feeling more than a little drained.'

A bit dizzy, somewhat toned down vision... well, that was usual. Any time there's a fight, that would probably come up. "Of course we need rest. Those bastards didn't seem to care about their own safety, and already we're nearly dead." Instead of nearly turning upside down, I sank by controlling my bubble in ways I preferred not to dwell on. Apparently I now needed oxygen and some food.

Bouncing on the sea floor a few times, I was quite amazed at the amount of sunlight that came through. I thought if there were other Pokemon out there, living in lands we still haven't even bothered to think about...

Then, an unmistakable colour, out at the corner of my eye. Who sees black and white underwater, excluding the colourblind? It's practically a rainbow down here. "What was that, a racing flag?" I asked, unable to identify not only what it was, but where it came from. Naturally, I took a quick and slightly intimidating glance at Celes, hoping for a reaction. Of course, there'd be more blunders to come. For example, that soup... I quickly changed my attitude. "How did you... run out of a whole bottle of soup so quickly? What, you spilled some during your training? Got empty and decided to feast?" I let out a hearty chuckle, grabbing of my soups through the big bubble that could be considered a dome/air tent for all of us. I was annoyed at how it was wooden, since it meant I couldn't grab it. But... well, I wish I'd been happy to not be able to grab it.

As soon as a little bit touched my face, I ended up crying. The pain of a thousand degrees will never be forgotten. I screamed so painfully as I just dropped the bowl, rubbing my eyes and face frantically like I had just consumed humanity's bath salts. (Davis has got a disturbing amount of documentaries, telling future species about the human race. Not that he's shown anyone else.) "ARRRGGHHRAAARRRRGGGHHHARRGGGHHHHH- WHAT IN THE BLAZING STAKES OF ALL DAMNED MOTHERS OF ARCEUS WAS IN THAT MONSTROSITY OF A 'SOUP'?! MAKE IT STOP! IT BURNS LIKE HELL'S OWN FLAMES!" Well, actually I'd been pretty... dramatic to chili beforehand. Spicy things in my little community...

Anyway, the soup stained the ground which had been damp and pretty muddy from all the seawater on top of it. I was still letting out blood-curdling screams as I went from rubbing my face onto the ground (which made things worse, since I was practically earthing myself - not a good thing) to just leaving my teammate's bubble, waving my magnets and 'hand' like some giant crazy inflatable balloon, crossing boulders and passing neutral fish Pokemon. Damned bubble would follow me around...

...crucial when meeting lady Desia again in some wrecked nuclear submarine, on rather unconditional terms.

Here's a little preview of what was ahead, one of my only times of peace with Desia: "ARRRGGGHHAARGGHHHH! WHO'RE YA?! MY EYES STILL BURN YOU CRAZY IDIOT!"