Search results

Sword was punching the air, giving jabs and uppercuts that left trails of Psychic energy wherever she struck. "You bet it is!" she shouted back. "Don't think you'll be able to get past me that easy!" "Remember to focus, Sword!" Shield called out. "It looks like both fighters are ready!"...

They went through meditation slowly and methodically, and Owen soo recognized that Mellow would need more time to sort it all out. No problem; he knew that it was a gradual process, much like meditation itself. In the back of his mind, though, he couldn't help but realize that despite her...

"I do. Let's try that now, and maybe we can explore what's going on, huh?" Owen gave an encouraging smile, then scooted back. "Here, try some of these exercises..." They began, Owen giving pointers each time with breathing, positioning, and so on.

"Recently, a lot of things have been emerging with us, around the same time Diyem went into that cool form of his." He nodded to himself, then looked at Mellow. "This might be yours. I think if you want people to stop feeling unnerved with you, you should try to harness it. This feels like if...

Owen looked toward Wishkeeper, who seemed briefly dazed by something, and then Owen held out his hand to catch the badge thrown at him. "Mellow, I think you're haunted by yourself." He showed her the simple video.

Diyem sighed. "If we want to tackle a problem like this, then we need to think as a Cibus native than an immigrant to it. As absurd as this world is... its rules are to be followed. It has some consistency. Let's look at these elements one piece at a time. In fact, Owen took the liberty of doing...

"No, not an accident," Diyem said. "It's only a guess... I could easily be wrong. But I do wonder if the very nature of Cibus is what caused this to happen. Emotions, positive and negative energy... pseudoscience in other worlds is hard fact here. It was how I was born. How a Voice of Life is...

"I believe you," Owen said, bringing his tail forward to get into a more comfortable, meditating position without taking up too much space. "The problem is that the rumors came up randomly, right?" He had no idea what these rumors were, but just from how Mellow immediately behaved, that was...

Owen furrowed his brow, then pulled back and tossed the stick ahead and out of view. Wishkeeper disappeared through his leg and into the ground, but nothing seemed to happen otherwise. "Nothing, I guess," he murmured. "Did you not see it split the other stick that went toward you before? From...

"It's all a fog for us. The moment between Eien attacking Maple, to us arriving, still has too many gaps for us to make a proper picture of it..." He looked out one of the windows, toward the sky. Nothing so far. Not that he expected anything. Maybe a little. "I'm beginning to wonder if there's...

"How about we do some of that now?" Owen asked, and then, deciding to mimic the youngster, he reached toward a nearby stick. His arm seemed to expand with Shadows as Wishkeeper emerged and grabbed it, pulling it back toward him. To a native bystander, it was like Owen had telekinesis. Owen...

Owen frowned, looking Mellow over again. He nodded and followed her away, taking a seat just off the path where a few plants were. "Say, Mellow," he said gently, "have you ever taken on meditation exercises or anything like that?" It was an odd thing to open with, but he had a few ideas on what...

"...Uh, hey... Mellow." Owen wasn't stealthy anymore, not that Charizard had that going for them to begin with. He looked down at Mellow and regarded her with an air of caution, but then squinted as he tried to get a closer look. "...That's weird... my Perceive isn't telling me anything is off...

"That could be it," Diyem muttered. "Or some fragment of her, but I do not want to take any risks. It does not 'feel' like Eien. Perhaps derivative." He closed his eyes, thinking back. "Yes... I remember. Xerneas, the one we've come to know, is not a Shade as we know them. It's more likely...

Diyem made a rumbling sound that would have been appropriate on a Feraligatr warding off an annoyance. He searched for the words, started a few times, but stopped. Then, after the third try, he said, "...Do you know what it is like... to be unable to feel positive emotions without pain... and...

"I've been through worse," Diyem replied with a hint of bitterness to his voice. He leaned further against the vines and grumbled. "Like I said, it is an embarrassing episode that I can only hope to move past by ignoring it. I haven't spoken to Xerneas ever since that meeting and..." He trailed...

Diyem regarded Nate with perhaps an analytical stare. He flicked his tail toward Toast, who snarled and rolled deeper into the forest, and then Diyem took a seat on one of the chairs that had been overtaken by shadowy vines. "Lingering embarrassment has sped up my recovery," Diyem replied...

"It was suggested that I take up a hobby. I've been trying a few things. Owen suggested baking." Toast rolled off of Diyem and flopped around on the ground. "I'm trying a different hobby. I also tried gardening. A few of these plants are my work. That one is the one I put the most effort in."...

"This is Toast, yes. Say hello, Toast." Toast spat a dark crouton at Nate, which smelled burned. Diyem stepped away and gestured inside, revealing the home that had mostly been converted into a self-contained jungle thanks to Mellow's handiwork. "Would you like to come in?"

Something slammed into the door and snarled and growled at Nate from the other side. Then came a few annoyed curses and a firm kick, which resulted in even more snarls. "Go away, you useless--" "Rah!" "Nnnngh..." The door slowly opened, revealing Diyem on the other side. Munching on one of...