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"Yeah. She's really full of energy, and she even humored a spar once." "You lost, of course. But you knew that going in, didn't you? Just looking for a thrilling beat-down." "Along with that," Owen added after nodding at Wishkeeper as he always did, not reacting even slightly, "I like the way...

"I'm sure at least a little can come of this," Puff called back. His footsteps left little bunny footprints behind him thanks to the natural heat of his feet melting the snow that was already slushy from the incoming spring. "Been going around getting interviews with a lot of Team Spectrum, and...

He hummed at that, tail flicking heavily with thought. Wishkeeper bubbled out of his shoulder and drifted about as well before shrugging. "There's always Zekrom," he said. Owen didn't reply. He only nodded, as he usually did, but Brisa could hear Wishkeeper. "You know how she was like,"...

"...There's one thing that I can agree with Soda about, the way he talked," Owen muttered. "The most powerful Pokemon I know tend to be overconfident in how they feel. Gods really are stubborn. Otherwise, why would they still cling to their power?" Owen sighed, flicking his tail. "The only one...

Owen frowned. "The only reason you guys told me was because I live with you guys," he said. "There was no way you would've kept it hidden from me... and it was hard enough for me to not let everyone else know and leak it to Maple... And we had no idea if what Soda was saying was true or not or...

Owen nodded back and followed her along. "On a patrol?" he asked. "Keeping busy? I've been trying to distract Cal from... things. She's kind of conflicted about all her fathers. I can't really imagine how that must feel, being in her position..."

"Hmm." Soda thought about that, then looked skyward, mulling something over. "Alright," he said. "I guess there's one thing you can do. But don't tell anyone, and be careful with this name. It'll... it might set something off, but it'll be solid proof, alright?" He shifted uncomfortably, as if...

"...Yeah... not gonna risk that," Soda replied flatly. "He could try to reclaim me. I figure you wouldn't want anything like that."

Rumors and stories have started to circulate about the Ultra Shade. They call him a wandering spirit. It happened near Paradise on the Mist Continent, and he'd apparently fought many. He didn't find it odd at the time, only that he was trying to save others. It seemed that the Psychic...

...I have found Vix. Or what remains of her. She is a faded spirit in the Voidlands... I only found her because one of my Void Shadows happened upon her. We must be absolutely careful about anything to do with the moon right now. That attack did more than destroy Vix's body. It is almost a...

"...Maybe," said Soda with a hum. "Would have to be someone he'd actually bother listening to, though. You're probably the best candidate for that." He shrugged. "He could also be totally insane and not really bother anymore. But it's worth a shot."

"...And they didn't even think to ask--wait, it's Vix. Of course she didn't." Soda sighed roughly, leaning back. "I swear, all that wax is what she has in place of a brain. Gets all over your fur, too." He rubbed his nose, then took another bite out of his burger. "No kidding it wouldn't work...

It seemed that the moon was no longer firing toward them. Either that or it needed more time to properly charge another blast. Deoxys drifted to Cibus again, his one eye closed in some kind of wince, as he tried to reach out for the others--but they were drifting too far away. Eventually, he...

Not broken, and then he immediately says that it'll be fixed. Soda couldn't even muster a smirk. "Yeah, sure," Soda said, taking a halfhearted bite of his meal. "...So, how's life been for you, then? Anything explode recently?"

I'll think it over... A pause. Once I find her, at least...

Dying builds character. Did you guys seriously think flying to the moon is a good idea....? Good idea or not, Vix is now dead. What a shame.

It wasn't enough. First, Vix had shoved Deoxys away, and Rocky and Raven had made an effort to pull away with the others. Petram had been stuck in the bag due to some awkward angles, but in the end, Deoxys had been pushed out of the blast radius--but only partway. It cleaved through half of his...

Deoxys noticed all the hubbub but could not hear them in the vacuum of space. He flashed a few times, like he was trying to communicate some other way, and distorted psychic waves bombarded the team as Deoxys tried to communicate with them, but it seemed something was lost in translation...

Cal, you aren't there, are you? Fuck no, I'm reckless but I'm not an idiot. Vix, if you die, I'm going to leave you in the Voidlands so you can think about what you've done.

"Maybe." Soda rubbed his claws. "Then again, I bet the powerful psychics like Breaker would get that info. It's not like he's got any more locks on him. All his secrets are open to see. I bet Breaker could even find out what kinda girl he likes." He hissed through his teeth, thoughtful. "Call me...