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"Mmf." Diyem saw Brisa's look and averted his eyes, rolling them like a teenager. Eien trembled like a giggle and nuzzled Diyem's shoulder, which he notably did not object to. "Bahamut, that's... I don't really know what to say," Eien said gently. "Cibus appreciates all of Team Spectrum, and...

As it happened, Eien had been flying across Destiny Village, spotting Bahamut flopping off the Guild roof. With some worry, she--and Diyem behind her--drifted closer to investigate. It seemed that the gathering had gotten the attention of a few others as well, though whether or not they were...

"Extreme Speed, huh?" Owen asked, humming. "Looks like it took a lot out of the ones who used it. Pretty sure Aria's hiding from Zinc so she can actually walk around town today..." He trailed off, thoughtful. "...Yeah. Maybe I can pick up something, too. Maybe not a move, but an idea or a...

Owen gave Brisa a cautious glance. He'd caught that. Normally he'd let it go, but that seemed to affect her. "I don't think Pop would have done this funny business without a reason," Owen said, "and the way the other me reacted, he seemed surprised, too. I don't think the battle was... planned...

"Uhh..." Owen hesitated. He knew; it was obvious he knew. "Well, I had a talk with the other me... He's softer than I am. He probably doesn't have all his memories, or something. And... Well. It's probably going to be explained when we're all recovered, since Maple said there'd be a meeting once...

Another little spark from his tail was all that was needed to show his excitement, but it dimmed shortly after. "I'd love to," he said, "but, er, well, I noticed it more than ever during my fight against the Miracle Matters that... I think big crowds can distract my Perceive. Same problem I get...

This surprisingly appeared to have an effect, albeit a marginal one. Karat had finally worked up the nerve or whatever else he needed to show up in person to Destiny Village, on the request that people leave him alone unless they ask for an invitation directly. Pop offered him a place to stay in...

"Sounds like your best bet would be Gil," Owen said idly. "He probably wants to know more about the world he woke up in, wouldn't he? Or something like that..." He chuckled. "You know, it sounds to me like even though we're both being to be back to zero at home... maybe we have some hope after...

Owen paused, then. "...Your dad..." There was a hint of light in his eyes just then. "You... that's right. You reached out! Maybe, just maybe he didn't think that was only a dream. Or maybe he'd take it as a sign... Who knows, right? Maybe that would cause a ripple in your world, too..."

Soon, their food arrived, starting first with Nate's smaller meal. It seemed that the curry for Starr was made fresh to order, but she was assured that it would be coming next. The soda visibly bubbled in Rocky's head any time he took a drink, giving a sensation not unlike gas-infused crystal...

After placing their orders, Starr, Nate, and Rocky were left to their own devices for a time, the waiter only briefly returning to ask if they wanted any drinks. They were given water at the start. Occasionally, Starr, Nate, and Rocky might catch some buzzing from the other patrons between more...

There were indeed other kinds of foods for Nate to order. It seemed to have a bit of a theme with spice and curries, but there were more modest options, too. Smaller bowls; curry with cheese; curry with seafood; curry with vegetables. All of it with rice, of course. There were also dumplings...

Hushed whispers had already been echoing throughout the restaurant when Starr had entered. She was a world celebrity, after all, and not without good reason. They also knew not to pester her, though. So when a Drizzile who looked to be no older than his late teens approached Starr with a menu...

"That's the... benefit of sealing them," Owen remarked, looking up. "I don't know how it works in other worlds, but in mine, you just... can't erase memories. Maybe for some people, that's more convenient. Being able to erase who someone was, maybe start a new life, fresh start... I don't think...

Owen nodded. "And he's not from your society, either. He's a fresh perspective... And, you know, when I think about it, he's also someone who might ask innocent little questions that get you thinking." Owen smiled a little. "Not too far from me, or the others you met here. At least, me, back...

Owen nodded slowly. "We can only... hope that a small amount will carry over. Some tiny way..." He laughed. "It's all we can do. I think in some ways, I understand why some people... think for the best when they don't know what comes next. When it doesn't matter either way, you know? I get that...

Hello Raggy, here for one more Blacklight prize! For this, I read the first few chapters, ending off with Arceus setting off for a town and Darkrai getting beat up. I have to say, your distinct dialogue style and the way characters behave, especially with my knowledge of Seyka from Blacklight...

Owen smiled appreciatively, and it looked genuine. Nodding, he said, "But having a... a posse would definitely make it faster," he said. "...I've got plans. I'm never not planning. Back home, planning was all I had for a while. Even with as much power I have, I'm..." He tittered. "I'm actually...

Owen nodded, not looking at Brisa as usual, at least until he remembered that was something he had to do during a conversation. He glanced at her, then maintained eye contact. "Right. I'm..." And then, he broke it, looking out the window instead. Cloudy. Behind the clouds, a bright sky. "Going...

Owen's tail flared up when he smiled. "Guess now I have to," he commented, stretching slowly so he made sure each joint got a little pop. They were incredibly deep from his body, almost like large drums from a distance. "Nnggh, there we go," he mumbled. "How have things been going with Starr...