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That one hurt. Owen wasn't sure why it hurt. But it was something that he felt he should have known for a long time. "I feel like dwelling on that," he said, "will just make me bitter. I need to... go forward anyway, and maybe... I'll be able to handle it better later." He sighed, easing his...

"It's not, but it calms me down, um, forcefully. I need it, if... things get bad." Potluck looked down. "It's from how I was created. It didn't go right. So, um... that's used to keep me calm. But I rarely need it!" His fishtail tried to wag. "...But... all this spy stuff, you know..."

The Charizard nodded without a word. His flame hummed with the occasional crackle, a clear sign that while he was shaken by one thing or another, he was breathing and he was calming down. It was manageable. Owen wondered what Jesse would have said about him, had he learned anything of this. If...

Owen's body was built like it had been designed meticulously by the cold had of nature, and then further augmented by some hand of madness for some other purpose. Mutant indeed--he was not something geared for nature, but the supernatural. His flesh was strained but it was healing; his bones...

Owen seemed attentive, but his eyes occasionally darted around to seemingly random parts of the forest. A gust of wind had made some of the leaves move in an odd way. Occasionally Owen's pupils seemed to trace along the fur on Brisa's head rather than her eyes proper. "I'm..." Owen shook his...

"N-no, I--I'm in control of that now," Owen said. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I know that--ugh." He rubbed his forehead, stretching so he could get back onto a standing position. "I was... I was just letting off some steam," he admitted, kicking the doll until it was out of sight so Brisa didn't have to...

Chapter 9 ~ The Voice of Blacklight Giovanni was soundly defeated by Team Spectrum, but that wasn't the surprise of the night. When the Radiant Machine was destroyed, Diyem emerged from inside, and after countless motivational words from the team and the efforts to weaken the prison that held...

Feral snarls and snorts answered Brisa as a creature that went on all fours stared back at her. Fiery jaws were latched onto a large Substitute doll which had been shredded and burned in so many places, ethereal mist bleeding away at its form. His pupils dilated at Brisa and he spread his wings...

Potluck winced a little at that, but sighed and plucked open the bag by one of the straps and pulled out the singular object that took up most of its space. It looked like some kind of heavy, stone, mechanized helmet that looked just a little too small for Potluck's head and crest. If Potluck...

Off to the far side of the park there was a small, secluded but dense forested area that Pokemon sometimes went to explore in private. Usually pairs, or sometimes alone for a nice walk. In Owen's case, he'd gone there for something a little more natural than the training rooms, which always made...

"Er, um." The crest on his head seemed to fan down slightly and he looked away. "It's... just something I need to carry around for a little while, just in case, that's all .I, um, I-I've gotten stressed more easily lately, so... Just in case I get too stressed, I just have to put it on. That's...

"Sure." Soda waved Shiron off, watching him go before finally looking at the emptied glass. "Yep... No human to go back to anymore," Soda said to himself. "But at least you have a new home to go back to. Figure that's what you want, too." He took another long, long look at the glass, moving it...

"...Tch. It's nothing. We're just sharing something we have in common, I guess." He took another drink and shook off the alcohol with a sighing grunt. "Guess that's where I'm gonna call it for me, too."

"Aww, it was nothing." As Potluck sat, his tail swished behind him, kicking up a small whirlwind that a few Pokemon walked around to avoid. "I had a lot of fun! Pleo's really nice. He must have come from really good memories."

"Y'know, that's fair too." Soda nodded and took yet another drink, and by now his cup was empty. He shook it toward one of the waiters, who nodded and headed off to get another. Soon, he returned with another cosmic drink. "To abandoning humanity," he said, raising his new glass.

Soda smirked a little at that, but then seemed to hide it with an illusion. "I get that, too," he said. "I think Pine has something similar going on, y'know. Not that he ever talks about it, but you can tell. I think one day Pine just didn't go back... or he didn't have a choice, either. Heh...

"Nah." Soda shook his head. "It's just been so long. I've been a Zoroark longer than I've been a human. I probably don't even remember what it means to be a human anymore." He looked at his own fur, contemplative. "I don't remember what my face looked like. Or my hands. Any scars, freckles. It's...

"Tss..." Soda leaned back, tapping his claws against his arm, like he was really considering it. His eyes held an odd, somber glint in them that he didn't usually have. And he was quiet for a while, letting only the buzz of the bar fill the silence. Then, finally, "I dunno."

"Heh, yeah. Lots of us in this world. Pine, Pita, Thyme, and Bone, the other Omen Heroes, I guess. Except I wasn't really an Omen Hero, just some other world-saving thing in another world. Whatever." He looked off, tapping the glass of his drink. "Couldn't go back home, so this is my body for good."

"Ehhh, you'll get used to it." Soda leaned back. "Being a Zoroark was weird as hell for me. Well, Zorua, which was even worse. Going on four legs and all that... Yeah, I don't miss that."