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Owen weaved to the left, dodging it with his usual grace. He often dodged the first attack, but Brisa was ultimately much faster, and followups forced his Protects. So far, nothing seemed abnormal with the routine itself, but still, the stance was wrong. Owen usually readied himself in one way...

"...That's just it," Owen said, slowly getting to his feet. The flame on his tail didn't look like it was ready for battle. But it also didn't look afraid of battle. White sparks surrounded the dark shadows. Owen stared at Brisa like they'd just met. "I don't feel like letting loose." Then, he...

"I didn't want to test it so soon," Owen admitted, looking up. "I can't believe how much he said because we just..." He shook his head and dismissed it. He returned to meditating. He still didn't feel calm. There was an itch, and not just one for battle. In fact, he didn't feel much of a need...

Owen nodded. "I do. I think we should talk to Diyem first. Just us. See what he thinks. Then we can tell the others... This is one that everyone should know." He unclenched his fists. He still didn't feel right. Talking about it was supposed to make it feel better, but there was still this...

"Fast?" Owen asked, but then thought back to her other proposals. "To be honest... I think I already know everything I need to from Soda." He looked down. "Maybe he'll cooperate more if I'm around, but a lot of it is adding together. I guess confirmation would be nice. But if we're going to...

"Oh." That one in particular broke Owen's thoughtfulness and he glanced away. Some of that old Owen surfaced again, looking embarrassed. "Er, about that..." He slipped a hand into his bag and pulled out a capsule, showing it to Brisa. "...I already have one for myself. I realized it's better...

"I don't." Owen shook his head, not dropping that smile, as he turned his attention to his feet. He curled his flame around, where a little black ember bobbed around in the orange. Perhaps that was Wishkeeper, or perhaps that was just his permanent Perceive. "There's no telling what will happen...

Complete and utter silence, but Owen's expression didn't change. He, indeed, knew. But perhaps that also was why he was puzzled--puzzled that, despite knowing this, Brisa still came here. Alone. "...Diyem doesn't know, either," Owen said. "It's something not even he can see. I've never spoken...

"I see, I see..." Pansit seemed particularly enthusiastic. "Your elements are at odds with one another--how does that work? Your Poison and his Fae elements must make things difficult to manage at times. How does it work?"

"I heard about that," hummed Pansit, nodding. Her eyes seemed to glimmer with ideas. "Well! Thank you for telling me a little about your team, Cynthian. Was there anything else that stood about them? Any cool strategies? Relationships? Is there anyone you might have a crush on?"

Pansit nodded. "It seems that the Shadows manifest in odd ways depending on who it is. Some they don't manifest at all. Others, it's very pronounced, and they must truly work for it to stay stable. Are there any who seem to have great Blacklight, but harness it anyway?"

"You've been doing a good job at keeping them handled," Pansit said. "Maybe out of necessity. Is there anyone that you think has been handling their powers the best, out of everyone?" she tilted her head. "It's not often that we get to hear about the success stories."

Owen's pupils were normalized but they were still slits. It was odd how different they were from the average Charizard, whose eyes were more rounded, not like that of a serpent's. But Owen's intense stare seemed much more intimidating when he wasn't smiling or giggling. His brow furrowed by the...

Owen stared for a while, listening to every word. He was at least attentive; he wasn't yelling or screaming over Brisa. But this cold silence that was coming from him was so frighteningly uncharacteristic... Then, Owen closed his eyes, taking a slow breath, and silently gestured for Brisa to...

"That's the spirit!" Pansit grinned and nodded emphatically, and then she went back to sitting normally, though she did seem brighter. "I find it interesting, actually. Of all the members on Team Spectrum, there aren't many who want to bring their power back home with them--it's always their...

In that great dome that was the training facility, there was no wind nor any real sound aside from its occupants. And because of that, Brisa would notice the brief absence of a crackle or a hum of fire, like the Charizard's ember had gone completely silent. His pupils had narrowed, then dilated...

"The memories," Pansit said with a wistful tone. "That's true. It's not certain whether you'll remember any of this when you go back, is it? Or at least, not remember for a long, long time... That's really too bad, isn't it?"

"Hmm..." Owen's tail swished around, thoughtful. "Maybe... but I feel like we're at the precipice of something strong in us. Ever since Diyem went full Abyssal God on us. I feel like we can do a small version of that if we tried... I've been trying to mimic it myself, actually." His tail...

"Lugia, Lugia..." Owen breathed in, then sighed through his nostrils. The air in front of him distorted from the heat. "I've seen her training with Meringue, so I actually have a lot of information about her. The biggest thing to know about her is that her offensive power looks intimidating, but...

It was hard to get a read on the Charizard ever since the incident with Wishkeeper that had gone unspoken. The cheerful Charizard, all smiles and all serenity, was indeed suppressing countless thoughts of bitterness and contempt in the form of Wishkeeper. Compartmentalized into a psyche that...