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And to that, Lugia smiled fondly. "Of course. That, I remember," she said. "A very long time ago, very, very long, I was an Aggron. My name was..." She trailed off, trying to recall it, and then she chuckled. "Well. One day it will come back to me, I think. I'm not bothered."

"It won't be my first," Lugia said, "but I've... forgotten the vast majority of details of my mortal life, you see." She sighed. "So, I will be making another one for myself, in the end. It's a scary thing, but something that I am ready for, I believe. Perhaps overdue... It is difficult for...

Pansit nodded. "That's too bad... Maybe a little bit of socializing can help! Maybe from flowers to some small ferals, and then people! Actually, speaking of that... Do you see anything in particular for your future?" Pansit went on. "At home, I mean, when you return."

"Surrounding yourself in green," Pansit said, nodding. "So, your element? What did you usually surround yourself with, specifically? Flowers, other plants, Grass Pokemon?" She scribbled notes down faster than any other reporter--there was no telling just what she was actually writing. Maybe it...

Cal grinned, glancing down the street. "Yeah... For all of us." Maybe if they were together, it wouldn't be so bad no matter how the rest of the world treated them. And somehow, in a little, tiny way, she could believe it. <><><>

Lugia nodded. "Yes, that, I know," she replied with a solemn tone. "...Do you fear returning home? I imagine you will not be as powerful there... physically or otherwise." Being a Legend, she must have had a lot of experience with seeing mortal behaviors. Brisa was likely an open book to her...

"Well, all right!" Pansit said, tail flicking. "Let's start with the basic ones, why don't we? Tell me a little about yourself! Who is Cynthian... what does she do back home?" The Flygon's eyes were practically sparkling with interest.

Cal frowned. "...I guess so." She sighed. "I think when everyone's gone, we're going to need to stick together more. Because if we don't... I feel like it'll be hard to, you know. Make friends or something. At least if we're together, we'll... have each other."

Lugia made a disarming gesture and paced toward her, finally sitting down. "Only a small and simple one," she replied. "I have an obligation as an outgoing Legend to make sure that the world is in good hands, after all."

The Flygon had a bag of paper under her as always, and then spun and waved at the Roserade. "Great to see you!" she said. "Glad you could make it, Cynthian! I've heard all about your efforts with Team Spectrum the past few months." She hopped, her wings beating a few times until she landed at a...

The winds died down, and the source became apparent--a massive bird with wings like sails landed only a few of her paces ahead of Brisa. A final wave of wind forced Brisa back a pace, and then all was clear. "Good work," Lugia replied, nodding at her.

"Oh, that's too bad..." Buffet nodded sadly. "I'm sorry if that upset you." "For someone with so much authority," Owen said, "I don't think she needs much pity." His tone could match Icetales' temperature. "You're fine without us, if that's how you're going to treat him." He jerked his head in...

And a storm indeed came, in the form of a sudden intensifying of winds. Air swirled and several small waterspouts rose from the sea like little serpents before dying away to even harsher winds. It cut through them, leaving a rough mist and turbulent waves. Brisa would hear, suddenly, a battle...

"I guess..." Cal sighed. She must have told, and been told, the same things by countless others, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging regardless. She didn't know what to make of it... "I guess I don't like the weird looks I get sometimes, just, you know, I get why... but it...

Cal stared at Raven, then gestured at herself, her Core, her tail, everything about her that was just a mockery of a Charizard. "I'm not normal. I'm some... twisted hybrid of a Void Shadow, an Eternatus egg, and memories that aren't even mine. Like. I'm as far removed from normal as I can get."

The sticks slipped through and remained on that opposite side. The Zoroark silently took them and added them to his own, but his lip quivered a little and he turned away. "Yeah," Soda said. "Okay. Sure. Do what you want..." His claws were squeezing at nothing and now he had his whole face...

"Y-yeah." Soda looked vulnerable again and he wasn't able to hide it. He was small, in a cell, alone and accompanied only by the one person who he could truly connect to anymore, doomed to return to his own crappy life and, even now, separated by the walls of the cell. Soda was alone in the end...

Cal nodded. "Yeah." She finished her meal, the last of the food drifting to her Core. "Maybe I can get to know what a normal life is for once..."

"Hey," Owen said firmly. "We'll be out of your aether as soon as we can. Icetales is looking for his mother. We're busy saving another world, and Icetales has been a great help, but during our down-time we have extra things that we can do to ease our minds." Buffet gave Owen an odd look. That...

"S..." And to this, he paused, and there was this brief, panicked look in his eyes the same way one looked when they realized they'd forgotten their keys at home. He did not, in fact, remember.