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"I don't know if that's true anymore," Cal remarked. "Owen used to be the same way. Same life over and over, the duties and the reciprocation from those he trusted, but it was all... I dunno, it was a mask for what they were keeping from him. And once he found that out--just a tiny little...

"Easy to stay good... if you get good back, huh. That's true..." Cal hummed. "I guess if Owen was always mistreated or something by those he helped, he might, you know, stop doing that. Kind of like the things Bahamut says about the way he was treated in all the worlds he visited. Or... how...

"...I dunno," Cal replied simply. "I guess I want to help people and, like, do something with myself... but I dunno if I have the same kind of ambition that Dad has. And I dunno if he wants the power he has back home, either. The Wishkeeper half of him definitely has those responsibilities and...

They walked, as instructed, for quite some time, and Cal eventually spoke to break the monotonous boom bursts in the sky. "I thought this was gonna just be some aimless wandering before giving up and going home," Cal said, looking back to see her light footprints. "We've probably been walking...

"I won't hold you back?" Cal asked, and then, after some hesitation, she nodded. "A-alright. I'll come with you. Besides, we're supposed to be really durable. This should be no problem for us!" Sour, amused, said, "If that's your choice, then continue north at a walking pace. I'll be sending...

"Um." Cal shifted her weight again. "So, you're saying I probably won't be able to come with her?" She looked at Sour. "Well... it won't be very safe for a Charmeleon like you. I could send a guide to help. My youngest sibling, Onion, knows the way to where Zeraora is rumored to be watching. He...

"Well." Sour's eyes widened at her boldness. Cal made a small tittering noise and added, "Y-yeah, uh, I just wanted to go sightseeing. Sorry if that's, like, against the rules here or anything." "As long as you don't overstay your welcome," Sour replied. "But finding Zeraora is no easy feat...

"We... aren't." Sour's eyes flashed with an odd light. "I don't really know what to make of Pokemon like you. Cream really knows how to find strange friends..." She approached until they were closer than usual, possibly a social adaptation due to all the thunder. She was a lot bigger than Cream...

A jolt of electricity struck the ground far from Luz, but certainly close enough that it would have been deafening for any normal Pokemon, but for them, it was just noticeably loud. "Yow!" Cal hopped back. "What was that for?!" "...That wasn't us," said a voice to the left. "That is just the...

The thunder answered her as usual, which could have been the masking they used to discuss with one another. "Um, we know Luxray Cream?" Cal called. "She said we could speak with you! About! Zeraora! Maybe?" By now, she'd reformed her upper body and made sure her head was attached properly...

"Choosing... who to be," Cal repeated. "...R-right. I..." Something about that made her even quieter. "I don't know who I'm supposed to be, either. Maybe that's also why I wanted to come with you for this. I mean. Seeking out another Zeraora when you're just like one... If only I could meet...

"Will I?" Cal asked, glancing at Luz, before she stepped over a large boulder and pointed out what looked like a bit of fur from a scuffle. They were getting close; the fur had been only partway in the dirt, but not dirtied itself. Still, no sign of a Zeraora. It seemed silly to be looking for a...

Cal said nothing in response for a while after that, so instead the storm jabbered over them both as they searched for signs of a Luxray tribe. According to Cream, it was around the season for them to be in this part of the field. They eventually found pawprints of a heavy-set Luxray...

"Wasn't just for you," Cal admitted, frowning. "I kinda wanted to get away from... there for a while." Her claws squeezed into her arms. "I kinda... heard about the Joule thing." Thunder boomed above them.

Thunderstorms constantly bombarded a certain portion of the Grass Continent, though its origins were a bit of Pokemon-and-egg. Electric Pokemon loved to live here, which caused the thunderstorms to persist. But was it the thunderstorm or the Pokemon that came first? Nobody really knew, and...

To that, she smiled, then sighed. "Right. You Dark Warriors really are something..." She started to leave, knowing that she'd been away from the Guild for a little too long by now. "Thanks again, Mellow. I'll see you soon at the infirmary." <><><>

Zinc nodded. "It would be... strange and very roundabout for Red to be working for Giovanni after what he did. I think we can trust him, at least." She sighed. "Still, everything else is so uncertain..."

"Mm, okay." Zinc nodded. "He was so polite. And quiet. Mysterious, too. There's no way someone like that could be so, er... well. He was under that Giovanni's control, wasn't he?" She sighed. "It must have been awful. And now he's making so many claims about spies being here--do we really know...

"I wish I could help more," Zinc admitted, arms crossed. "But I'm just the medic. I guess all I can say is that Silver seemed to be... a little strange, but amnesia can do that to you. I never really god much out of him. He didn't seem to like talking about himself. Oh, and your leader, Diyem...

Zinc frowned at that, looking over at Mellow as she carried the next batch of supplies where Mellow had asked to set them. "He's bring practical," she said. "He didn't like saying it. But he told us the same thing. It's awful, really..."