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"I guess we'll just have to see," Owen said, though he was smiling as he left the stands. Nothing more to see. Though, there was one thing that had caught his eye. "Did you notice it?" he murmured to himself. "Incineroar, the announcer. It looked like he was drawing power from something... he...

There was a new look in Owen's eyes then, something serene and relaxed. He let the silence settle in, and then he nodded. "That's great," he said, and then he flicked his tail again. "It looks to me like you're putting some priority into comfort instead of duty all the time. I think it's going...

Owen tilted his head. He had caught that. But he also knew it was rude to analyze every little thing. So, he kept it cheerful; she could bring it up if she wanted. "I'm glad people don't worry about me as much," he said. "Real change of pace, in a way. I think people joke about me more than...

Owen nodded, tail swishing behind him. His room was noticeably tidy, perhaps because he had gotten tired of constantly flicking his tail in anything in the way. Most of his books had been moved to a further corner. "I've felt lighter, mentally. I think I've had that little thing in my head this...

"Oh! Yes!" Owen said, rolling a little until he could kick his feet in the air, splaying his arms forward. "Do you have the number for that one place we had those skewers during the spring street market? They had an actual place down in the southern district--wait, I wrote it down, hang on."...

The ball wobbled a few times before clicking open, a flood of light solidifying into the Charizard that could now barely squeeze through the front door. He instead curled around his bed, as was tradition, and peered up at Brisa while his head rested on the cushions like a mother protecting her...

"Substitutes? Huh." Chip thought about that. "Y'know, we never thought about that one, between Reshiram and I. We can see how they react to spirit fragments. Maybe we can get Truffle, since he can withdraw a Substitute if something goes wrong..." He bobbed his head. "Right! Looks like we still...

No reaction. "How about, uhh, what's his Telum-themed name again? Gun? ...No reaction to that, either. Wasn't there another name...?" But even to that one, whether it was said or not, they gave no reaction. It was like a wall. "At some point I'd just want to call in Buffet to look at their...

It seemed to have at least a marginal effect, in that it was no longer trying to attack Nate... but it also was refusing to cooperate nonetheless. Chip sighed. "Thanks for trying, everyone, but I think these two are just not going to cooperate. We'll continue to study them, but... In terms of...

Diyem wrapped his darkness around the new Dark Matter that appeared. Maple, meanwhile, was breathing heavily, trying to recover. Her breaths were shaky and the light of her body had dimmed. He pulled this Dark Matter in and wrapped it in a tight ball of Shadow. Then, he looked left, then right...

[Pop > S0urdough]: Yes. It's a very good fight! Pop was being coy, clearly. -- "Now, don't be rude," Diyem taunted. "Use my weapon against me, why don't you?" "If you insist." No matter how many hits Diyem took, it was as if he was completely invulnerable to a finishing blow. Maple had to...

When the initial slam against the glass was ineffectual, it had attacked a little more before it reeled back and curled in the center of the room again. It wasn't cooperating at all. Meanwhile, Chip, after seeing no progress, slipped in an inert stone through the door--they were very low on...

Icetales' attempts at getting to Maple were met with a seemingly impenetrable wall. Diyem, in his Abyssal form, completely shrugged off the ailments that Icetales attempted to throw at him. His dark eyes glared at Icetales and he flicked a paw in his general direction, and suddenly the very...

Her bursts of light from within the shadowy storm were feeble at best. She struck and swung in all directions, but nothing was coming from it. Maple shouted and roared and sliced, but Diyem was unstoppable, now. An echo of Diyem's power rippled through the arena, concentrated on Maple...

As far as they can tell, S'more operates by fighting quickly and accurately, but his actual attack power isn't as strong as others that he'd seen. Still, he seems ready for anything, and might have more techniques than the average elite.

They didn't seem to give any particular response to Dave that suggested cooperativeness. Chip did prattle on about their behaviors, though, attributing personalities to each one. Whether or not they were exaggerated by his perception or not was up to debate. Apparently, the larger, darker one...

"You're slow," Maple said, looking suspicious. "What are you doing? This isn't at all like your normal fighting style. Trying to harness by Radiance? It's burning you up!" "Your ability to use my Shadows seems to be turning your hand to stone," Diyem said. "What?" Maple glanced at it, but it...

"Well, that depends. That Owen fellow seemed like as upbeat and positive as they come, and even he was vulnerable to it. In fact, it was in him the whole time..." Chip sighed. "I don't really know if that's reliable."

The ocean waves roared in Cabot's ears. Cold ocean spray roused him from slumber, though a brutal headache--and that meant a lot, for a species like him--plagued him. Chilly winds and dark skies meant he was in the middle of a storm... But what happened? How did he get there? Water brushed...

The Parasite to the left, the one that was bigger and darker, made what might have been a hissing noise, spitting a fluid that evaporated into ether, but something in Dave's instincts told him that it was corrosive to his very spirit. The smaller one curled up, just barely, like it was ready to...