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Fugu nodded, eyes closed. "This is where we will explore today," she said. "Dave, I want you to follow your instincts here. Perhaps this will open a new mental path." She stepped away from her desk and then aside, giving it a firm push with her hind leg. The desk slid into the wall...

"Then, you associate your drinking with coping with stress?" Fugu asked. "Granted... dealing with world-ending apocalypses is very stressful. Why do you think others don't seem to be drinking a lot? Maybe we can explore this."

"I think so," Owen replied, "but that's not too hard to reason out, don't you think? If you know the path someone took that ended up being a bad one... then you can find a way to do it the right way instead." Owen tapped a claw against his chin. "Catching a Legend... Then you must know someone...

Owen nodded, tail curling around himself as his flame placed itself between the two of them. It was calm. "Someone important to me didn't know, either," Owen said. "...You... I have a feeling that you're going to do important things. I think that's what the Hero's Aura really means, in a...

Owen frowned, pensive. And while he didn't ask the question directly, and perhaps he would let up after this, he did ask the very same thought. "How far would you go, then, to take them back? ...What would you do, then, if Echo was at risk next?"

"You'd hunt them down, chase down the organization that took them, and try to take them back," Owen repeated, nodding. That was understandable. It made sense. "What if you fail?"

Fugu nodded. "I see. And does this happen often? Could that be what they were concerned with, or is it something else? What do you think about that?" All the while, Fugu seemed to be watching for a mental barrier Dave might try to put up. Evading something, dismissing something, she felt she was...

There was a glint in Fugu's eye, like she'd spotted something. Leaving nothing to mystery, however, she tilted her head and asked, "Wasted?"

For the most part, the above things went by without incident. Of note, it seemed that the two S'mores have formed some kind of odd partnership, able to largely do a little under twice the amount of work than their previous administrative duties. The false S'more, however, is considering pursuing...

". . . and overall, it seems like you have a lot of your life well-managed, would you agree?" Fugu said, but then nodded. "I think I understand the basics of your daily life. You have a lot of support. What drove you to come to my office?" she finally asked, now that the backdrop was set. IT...

Owen nodded, taking the response as a go-ahead to ask perhaps something more than Koa was expecting. But he had to know. Koa was too much like him to leave it at rest. "...What would you do," Owen said, "if you lost your team one day? If, say... everyone but Echo had been taken away from you."

Fugu shook her head. "I am sorry. I was more thinking about other humans that I have met, such as Thyme or Pita. They were uncertain with their new, Pokemon-bodied feelings. But that is not important now." Fugu made eye contact with Dave. It was an intense stare, but there was a soft light in...

Owen hid a smirk, but that was easy. He didn't need Perceive to sense that kind of torment. "I'm not really the most faithful person," he admitted. "In fact, because of things that have happened in my world, I actually started to believe in the gods and Legends even less than when I questioned...

The door closed and Fugu sat behind a desk that looked surprisingly untouched from all the battle. It was either made from the most durable hardwood in the world or something was fishy about that desk existing in the room. "Informally, I am known as a 'battle therapist.' Formally, I am known as...

Final votes: Sparkle: 1 (Persephone) Astrid: 6 (Homestar, Fusion, Yellow, Sinderella, Chibi, Phant) No vote: Espeon, Goat -- Astrid listened, listened… and finally, she heard them. The footsteps meant only one thing. It was time. “Nope.” She wouldn’t even look. “I’m going out on my terms...

"Oh, Dave! Good to see you. She's just down the hall, you'll see her office." She leaned forward and pointed down the way. After a short walk and a somewhat longer wait, the door to one of the offices opened and the horn, followed by the head, of a Samurott poked out. "Mightyena Dave?" Fugu...

"Maybe it's not the same in your world... or maybe it's just how I see things," Owen said, "but humans in general... the ones that stand out... There's something about them. The way they go ahead of themselves. Climbing mountains, challenging waterfalls, all without the usual power you see...

"You don't know," Owen said with a sense of finality. It spoke volumes that while Koa found a reason later, his first answer, the one that would be on the top of his head, was the lack of one. But despite the repeat, Owen smiled a little, and with his tail, he pushed his book aside and onto a...

"Catch one?" Owen asked, tilting his head. "How would that work? Are they weaker in your world... or would you have to prove yourself somehow?" Now that was a curious thought. Capturing a Legendary Pokemon, just like that. "Why?" Owen added, the simplest question with the most curiosity.

"Really?" Owen asked. "Sounds interesting to me. A pair, a single human and their single Pokemon... That's the sort of story you'd hear in a world like Cibus, isn't it? The Omen Heroes... It's, for the most part, a single human and a single Pokemon. Maybe there's a reason for that..." He thought...