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"Wasn't a problem," Owen said, sitting next to her. "Head is a fog, like it isn't screwed on right..." He let out a long, perhaps wistful sigh. "That's... familiar to me. Really familiar. You know about all my, you know, 'past selves' and all that, right? I... don't think we're too different in...

"...Are you doing alright?" The usual, deep voice of Owen shook some snow off of nearby low branches. He loomed over Vix, frowning. "You don't need to go back to bed, do you? Most of us are feeling better after the picnic, but I know it was a push for some of you..."

Final vote count: Jean: 6 (Chibi, Flyg0n, Phant, Homestar, Yellow, Persephone) No vote: Espeon, Goat, Sinderella, Abra, Fusion, Dragonfree -- The voice above Jean's head kept going, making a lot of complicated accusations. Jean shook her head slowly, tears in her eyes. "Stop! Stop that."...

Chapter 116 – Call of the Void Owen had a few reasons for going to the bathhouse that Zena worked. For one, he wanted to see what kind of lives Pokémon had in Null Village properly, now that he was out of the evaluation room. Along with that, he wasn’t sure if Zena was tolerating possible...

"Um... well, while this is happening... it seems the day is getting over soon," Eien said. "I'd make more tutorials, but I don't think there is much of a need for one just yet. Maybe I can make it easier with another hint! Give me a moment, I'll be sure to find one useful!" Evening vote count...

"C-curses?" Altowen asked. "We'll try our best not to, um, curse you by proxy," Owen said, inspecting the Branch of Necrozma. Altowen giggled. "I've never been cursed by a sacred Ninetales before, though," he said. "I get the feeling we don't want to be," Owen tittered. "Still... I guess that...

"N-no! No!" the Owens said. Owen went on, "It's just, you know, not the first time it's happened..." "We've survived worse," Altowen said. "...We'll... pass on it."

"Guess I'll see with that when I give you notes," Soda said, smirking. "...Nah. Nah, I'm fine." He finally took another mozzarella stick, and then another, not realizing how hungry he'd been. "...And... thanks. For, y'know. Whatever."

"He likes the Birch trees from the eastern Grass Continent," Soda said. "You gotta bundle up five of them with thick rope and he can munch on that all day. Satiates him for like a week. Longer if they were big trees." Soda rattled on, and Wheat stared intently at Soda, not that he noticed. A...

Owen and Altowen both brought hands to their chin, considering their options.

"Got to move on anyway," Soda repeated, looking at the sticks, of which he'd barely touched. "...Flesh..." He trailed off. "Yeah, I... I haven't talked to him in a while. I need to. And I need to make sure he isn't accidentally eating anything he shouldn't, heh. Need to get his favorite trees...

"Guess I am," Owen said with a laugh, leaning back. "Sometimes we forget how crazy other worlds can be, including, y'know, our own," Altowen said. "You think it'll always be that way?" "Maybe all worlds are crazy and we just don't know it."

"Until some random outworlder finds it or something," Owen said. "...I also... kinda have some suspicions that all the other planets aren't... er... real. But that, uh, that's another problem... Long story."

"Not my fault, huh..." Soda sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It was my claws. It was my thoughts. It was everything except the Parasite ignited it all. Sure... it wasn't me, I guess, but... it's hard to dissociate it. I saw it, I did it..." He sighed, looking down.

"Maybe..." Owen considered this. "Impenetrable is sort of hard to do. Never say never and all that." "Yeah. I was told that I'd never be able to court someone, once, but that turned out fine!" Altowen grinned. "Yeah!" Owen nodded. "But, er, I guess never say never doesn't come in our favor here."

"N-no, I meant, making it some inert power means someone might just grab it and start the cycle all over again," Owen said, puffing his cheeks. "...And it turned me into a Grass-type. For a little while."

"Well, um, transferring it into something inert is what led me into, uh." Owen made a gesture and conjured a small bouquet of flowers from his hand. He paused, staring at it, not knowing what to do with it next, so he offered it to Bahamut. They smelled fragrant. "But you might be onto something..."

"That's true..." Owen's flame grew just slightly. Despite Bahamut's pressing, he seemed to be taking it all in like it was plain advice rather than any pointed words. "Get rid of it..." He trailed off, weighing that. "...Get rid of it... How?" He sighed. "The power being fought over is...

"I thought so," Owen replied, sighing. He wasn't sure why he asked. He knew that would be the answer, especially from Bahamut. Altowen seemed pensive, too, by this answer. "Everything is this... tenuous balance right now. If any one pillar goes down, the rest will try to make a move and I just...

Owen fiddled with his fingers. "Yeah. That, um. For a good five hundred years or so I lived a normal life and kept forgetting my age. And the other one was sealed inside someone else's spirit." He sighed. "...Both of those seals broke recently. I don't... know if it's worth going back into that...