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"Oh, I do. I think my powers here are trying to echo what I have back home." Owen nodded. "Actually, er, I think my powers back home are even stronger... so it's been a relief to not have to deal with the full extent of that here." He sighed. "Too bad I'm still not allowed to play poker."

Owen nodded. "That's actually really cool," he said. "I'd love to know what people wanted to tell me, if they were, you know, afraid to. Even if I can tell how they're feeling, I can't really tell the words they can't say, or are afraid to say. I think you can do a lot of good with a power like...

"Oh! No, no, it's nothing like that!" Owen quickly waved his hands in front of him, and then he sat down to try to equalize the height between the two of them. Perhaps a casual chat was in order. "I wasn't saying you were accusing me or anything! Like, I know it's invasive, y'know? Everyone has...

"Well..." Owen seemed uncomfortable. Perhaps in exchange for reading others so readily, he makes it so others can read him just as well. For allies, at least. "Well... I know how your body is doing. I can tell if there are any hidden wounds or things like that, internal or external. If I know...

Owen's flame grew a little, as did his smile. "Yeah! I think it's been going well! I mean, I have some experience with this size from, uh, a long time ago, so it's not totally novel to me, y'know? But it's been nice. I even have the Dragon element properly when I really focus, too." He nodded...

Zekrom slowly got to her feet, still grinning and showing her electrified teeth. "It's no surprise that you had such a favorable time with me. After all, your bodies are already at their ideal... You do not rely on weakening your foes to bring them down. That is not the only thing you can do, at...

"Oh, hi," Owen said, pretending to be surprised. He had been tending to the garden on his own, the flame on his tail a gentle and serene hum rather than a battle-ready inferno. One of his arms trailed with Grassy power--likely a residual effect of his older abilities--as he helped revitalize...

"Never thought of that," Silver remarked. "Sure. I'll think that one over." He stepped to the fridge, opening it. He reached for what looked like some of his leftovers and didn't even flinch at Weavile or Gengar inside, then closed it without a second thought. He passed the hefty bag to...

After a lucky blink, Silver appeared in front of Crobat and yanked him off, which was finally enough to calm them all down. With a sigh, he held Crobat in front of him and gave a lecture, then tossed him in the air to regain his air. "Geez. I know you guys were looking for a fight, but this is...

Weavile made a purring sound and rolled deeper into the fridge. Gengar was starting to form a smile near the bottom of the jug. The ground trembled moments later. "Hey! Get back here!" Frantic buzzing of Magnezone followed, and then the shout of Typhlosion. Glimpses of the scene, thanks to the...

Thanks to their long lifespans, Legends had a tendency to change slowly over time, both in personality and appearance. S'more looked hardly different in the recordings, even if the video quality left much to be desired. It depicted S'more battling against someone that they wouldn't...

The incoming storm gave Zekrom pause mid-strike, first with alarm, then with a proud smile. "And so, these are your ideals..." She braced, crouching for a defensive stance. By the time the dust all settled, Astrid flopped on the ground as was tradition, with Brisa and Starr panting from the...

"Hmm, sure. We can practice that way, too. How about that, Pop?" It seemed agreeable enough. "We can go for regular sessions of that for the coming days," he said. "Thank you for your help, Bahamut."

They both nodded. "That should be everything, then," Pop said. "You two should start training your bodies in thye physical world for the coming days." "Okay, sure." Zacian looked at Zamazenta. "So you're the defender. How about we just go at each other and see what happens?" "That could...

Zacian's smile faltered, but she nodded. "I... we have. But that was, you know, that was a long time ago--before the current-era Dark Matter stuff." She glanced at Zamazenta, who nodded gravely. "We aren't strangers to things like that. But... we will still prepare. And Zacia--uh..." He paused...

Zacian yawned. "Good morning," she said with a sigh. "...Wait, why did I answer to that?" "Your species names," Pop replied. "You are Sword, correct?" "Yeah, I am..." She pawed at the ground, testing her new weight, and then glanced at Zamazenta. "Definitely feels like it's been some time,"...

Light coalesced and changed their forms, ribbons and fur and some kind of steel hide hardening and forming on once had been a descended Mew and a Lucario. The spheres collapsed over their bodies, granting a silver sheen, and then dispelled outward in a rapidly diminishing haze. There they...

Pop nodded. "That storm will be difficult to navigate," he said, "but perhaps with some effort you will be able to guide Diyem if he loses his way." The light flickered. "Ah... They are about to wake up. This will take some time. Feel free to observe..." Their bodies within the spheres were...

"Diyem was once the embodiment of evil and hatred, yes, but I recently learned that he also acquired the powers of a Voice. Not only that, he has become like one. I should have deduced as much early on, frankly..." He sighed. "But... that means he probably has lost his killing touch, at least...

With a nod, Pop looked back to the pair. "I understand you have your reservations, but their hearts are true," Pop said. "They are ready for this. My only real concern... is Diyem."