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As she left, Giovanni huffed under his breath and looked at the next main dish. Some kind of steak and seafood. Overcomplicated. Plating looked a mess. "There is something that I'm missing," Giovanni finally said, just as Vix was a little away from the room. He must have been pressing the...

"Oh, I know precisely where I am and what I intend to make of my power," Giovanni said, but then it seemed that he was losing interest again. The book floated in front of him. "Is that all you wanted to say?" And again, the pages turned...

"Maybe we can set up some space for them, too," Owen said. "This is a pretty big room, I think. They might have been expecting Pokemon around my size for everyone..." Owen shrugged. "Cal doesn't like sleeping alone, so we'll be sharing our space. I think we can figure something out for the rest...

And finally, to this, the Mewtwo closed his book and floated it behind him. "Power," he said, "is everything. For all of the meaningless platitudes you all share... for all of the hopes and dreams you hold... all of the ideals and beliefs you uphold. None of that matters against raw, practical...

Bolt after bolt rained down on them, sometimes two at a time. Cal lost an arm during one, but thanks to Luz and her vigilance, that was all she had lost. Not a single bolt struck Luz during that until near the end, when, right near the apex of the final hill, a wall of bright lights surrounded...

Once again, the Mewtwo said nothing, and only turned the page. Despite everything, though, it seemed like Vix still had his attention. He was still listening.

They were greeted immediately by thunderclaps in the sky, Zeraora perhaps challenging them more openly, as the first bolt of thunder rocked the earth only a few feet in front of them. It had a tell; the ground where the lightning was about to strike had flashed a brighter cyan color. It'd take...

Cal finished reforming her face. "N-no," she said. "If we got this far, I'm coming with you, alright? We're supposed to be indestructible anyway..." She steeled herself. "I'm ready to go. I'll follow your lead..." The skies rumbled challengingly...

Everything before has been logged.

Giovanni turned the page again. He was on the entrée section now. "You are," Giovanni said, "a Pokemon that I have the least interest in capturing for any reason." He turned the page, this time looking at what seemed to be a pasta-based dish that incorporated berries.

No response. Cal wasn't surprised, but it still felt discouraging. But as they continued through the field, the wind seemed to pick up, and the electricity in the air crackled more intensely. Cal growled and tried to brush it off herself. "I can't hold my form like this," she mumbled. But to...

Once again, Giovanni did not reply. The Mewtwo instead turned another page. No reaction, no interest. None had been truly presented, after all, and Giovanni was still maintaining control of just what would be enough to get his attention.

Owen curled around the bed and nestled his snout into the material, making several snorting and puffing noises. "It's even flame-proof," he said, voice muffled by the fabric. He poked his eyes out from the lumps of bed and looked at Dave. "Everything alright?" he asked as his tail thumped once...

"You need me around?" Onion asked, though he wasn't advancing. "I think we'll be okay," Cal replied, following Luz. "Alright. Be careful." He started back, though his body language suggested he was going to linger. "Mmm..." Cal shook her head. "The skies seem really thick here. Are you sure...

Sky-high, a shadow briefly washed over them in the shape of two great crescents. The mon in question was flying through the air, dodging and weaving out of the way of several Dark beams of energy. Occasionally, he barrel-rolled away and shouted something at his pursuer, who stopped and gave a...

"Oh? And they sent you for that?" Giovanni didn't even look up from his book. "Or are you here under no authority and talking out of whatever place your kind spew waste?" He turned the page.

They made quick work of the rest of the travel, idle chatter passing the time. Onion talked about their usual travel routes, the strange Charmander sightings in what little remained of the Amp Plains Dungeon, and of course asking how Cream was doing in the Mystery Continent. Apparently, to most...

Giovanni was reading a book as always. This time it seemed to be one about cooking, though it seemed like he was just looking at the pictures. Or he was an incredibly fast reader. His eyes flicked upward once, tared at Vix, and then flicked downward again. He said nothing.

Near the middle of the street of houses was a medium-sized home suited for accommodating Pokemon that were reasonably large, but nothing larger-than-life. This made things mildly cramped for Wishkeeper, but otherwise more than suitable for the residences who ultimately decided to settle there...

"Hey!" Onion said back, stopping only once he was a few paces ahead of them. "You guys made good progress! The place to Zeraora's rumored abode isn't far from here... But, you're sure you want to go?" Onion's face turned a little grave. "Adventurers have tried to travel here before, and now that...