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The brain cells appeared to have ceased. And for a moment, the only sound was a stray tomato landing on Owen's chest. "I, uh--" He hastily picked it up and shoved it in his mouth. "Uhmm, I d-don't remember doing that before!" he said. "I, uh, I mean, I have, I mean, it's not like it's my, I...

Owen tilted his head again, pausing between bites. Owen had a lot of brain cells, but unfortunately only fifteen of them were dedicated to these kinds of encounters. "Maybe I am more excited than usual," he said, taking another bite. The burger was about three quarters gone, now. "I guess I...

"Yeah, a real relief," Owen said. "I wasn't sure what to do with legs at first, but then I got used to it." He took a few mock-celebratory steps, then nodded to himself. "It was nice of Diyem to make sure the body was, uh, the right way this time." He walked along with the duo, adding, "Oh, and...

"He-e-ey guys!" someone called from the sky. Swirling above them was a great fire lizard, his orange scales and cream underbelly eclipsing the sun for a brief moment as he descended. He tilted back, flicking his tail forward, and beat his wings a few times before folding them in. He'd folded...

"E-eh? Hiding? Please, you know I can't hide things." Owen waved dismissively with a free hand before taking another big bite. "Maybe I'm just excited, huh? The whole world is behind us this time, yeah?! I guess... I'm confident. Yeah! That's the way to phrase it. Confident!" He wasn't looking...

"Something peculiar?" Owen asked, tilting his head. "No, I, uh, I didn't eat anything! Except for this burger! Well, I didn't eat it yet, actually, but mmmmnnfffffmnfmnf. Smme?" He took a bite out of it mid-sentence and grinned at Brisa as if to prove himself. Swallowing, he added, "What, was I...

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Thanks!" Owen grinned. "I was really nervous about it, but I guess all that training really paid off." His flame crackled a little and he reached for one of the extra large burgers that he had bought, looking almost surprised by the weightiness of it in his hands. "To think we...

"Aren't I always in a good mood?" Owen asked, tilting his head to the point where his horn got caught in the wall. "Gah!" He quickly pulled back, reversing, and thankfully didn't break anything. "Guess I'm still getting used to, uh, the size. Oh, training. Well, you know. Heading to the...

"Hey," Owen greeted back with a little laugh, setting the food down on the table before looking between all the seats. He settled on the largest one and carefully, gingerly scooted himself into a proper position, folding his wings down meticulously, and then reached into the bag to set out all...

About a week before their planned time against the Blacklight, it was a very rare, lazy day for Team Spectrum. No mission debriefs, no news about developments from Pop or anyone else, and everything seemed to have been settled on who would be joining them and how. It was a rare moment to relax...

"Hm? Yes, of course," Reshiram said, nodding. "Anything. At this point, we are in debt to both you and Team Spectrum, after all, for all the assistance that has been provided. Ask away."

"Guess that's just how this world works," Soda remarked, looking down. "Gah. I guess that's something I shouldn't be bitter about. Pop's... alright. He knows how to run things and he's not some tyrant or whatever." He sighed between bites, breathing through his nose. "Guess if Telum is the same...

Reshiram smiled, like he could tell more from what Mergo was saying, and he nodded. "I see," he said. "You must hold me in high esteem, or, rather, what I stand for in high esteem. I did sense something from you, in a way. This... aura about you. Perhaps a kind of resonance. You must hold the...

"Guess so," Soda said, finally taking the calzone and breaking it in half. Steam from the tomato sauce and cheese filled the air. "...So, uh." He glanced off, then offered half the calzone to Dave. "...Thanks. I've been thinking, and... I dunno if I'd be sitting here if it wasn't for you. Figure...

Reshiram frowned, pensive. "I'm afraid you misunderstand," he said. "I'm not the same Reshiram you knew. He's elsewhere, a completely different yet similar world. Is that... difficult to understand? I can certainly see why. It took me a time to come to terms with the concept. But there is...

"Flesh and I fighting at the colo, huh..." Soda tilted his head a few times, like the very idea was physically rolling around in his head like an egg in a pan. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. Flesh is a little camera shy, though, so I'm gonna take a day to hype him up about it." Maple nodded...

Pansit nodded, and then went on with the rest of the interview without much incident. She seemed to be most interested in Koa's relationship with his Pokemon back home, and how that translated to Echo. Koa's interview went to the tabloids, of course, but it was perhaps one of the few tabloids in...

Soda was receptive to a talk, though he appeared to be a little apprehensive. He wasn't immediately open to 'friendship' as requested, more like getting acquainted as allies. Some of it seemed to be due to guilt. When asking about Extreme Speed, Soda would remark next that he probably...

Silence fell over them. The chilly winds seemed to be getting to Soda, who tried to hide when he curled his body a little closer while eating. At least the bag kept the food warm. "Gettin' old," Soda murmured. "I think eventually I won't be a danger anyway." "All the more reason to make up for...

"There are different ways to be a hero," Pansit agreed, nodding. Her antennae twitched as she wrote, and then she said, "You know, I do think that in some small way, everyone can be a hero, even if it's not the kind that you'd see in the headlines of papers. I think it's important to highlight...