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Lugia nodded at Pleo. "Indeed. He is familiar with storms. He knew what he was doing a great deal, even if the storm seemed to catch him off guard at first. Perhaps that... Mm. No. I shall not speak until it is over." Meringue seemed lucid, at least a little. He looked to his left, at Lugia...

Meringue stared at the exhausted Cranidos and reeled at the strike--one of the hardest ones so far--but it was not yet enough to take him down. In fact, it still felt as if he could keep going. Moving with a strange, yet fierce serenity, Meringue hopped back and used twin Thunders on Cabot's...

"Correct," said Lugia. "And once again, it appears that Cabot has prepared." She chuckled. "I do not think Meringue will be able to win... He simply is not able to awaken his powers. I was hoping that this push would be enough for him..." She sighed. "But it isn't. I suppose, I'll just have...

"Nice try!" Meringue shouted back, parrying Cabot's attack, but he flinched a little at how hard the strike had been. "That... was harder than it should have been," he mumbled, just as his barrier started to flicker and fade. Lugia's smile became wry. "So the Cranidos figured it out. Behind all...

Raindrops spattered against the bright blue shield around Meringue's body. He winced a little at the attack, knowing that wasn't even one of his strongest. That sandstorm was going to make it less than trivial to take him down, too... Argh! He was hoping that he wouldn't have played defense like...

Owen nodded. "Right. Our translations are already starting to fade out. They've been happening more often lately, too. If he's just been doing that this whole time, there's no telling how much of his energy is left after that." "Guess I can ask around, too," Cal said, finally composing herself...

"It wasn't Teleportation. Astral projection. The far-reaching kind." Barky shook his head. "To even be capable of it is quite the feat. But as for everyone else..." "Looks like a lot of people got drawn here somehow," Star said. "Must be why we wound up this way."

"See?" Owen said, ginning even more. "There's some of that optimism!"

Star pulled back, grinning. "Yup, that's me. Guess we're from different worlds, since I don't recognize you. And as for what party..." She turned to Ayueg. "I dunno. You tell me!" "What she means," Barky said with a growl, "is that we did not intend to come here."

Owen winced. "Good... point. Pretty sure Radiance will cut right through him..." He rubbed the back of his head. "I just wish we knew where he was. We heard him. Maybe those clues Kate gave us might help..."

"Yet you're here," Owen said. "Still standing. And you're ready to fight. I don't think it's too late to crawl back out."

"Hmph." Barky tilted his head upward a little. "I suppose that's one way to kneel." "Oh, shove it up your tail," Star said, whipping his cheek with her own tail. "You aren't even that one's god. Feels like we don't have much power here anyway." She looked to Nero next. "Oh, hey, it's one of...

"Then fight on," Owen said, nodding. "There's nothing better for you to do, so... letting yourself fall into despair will only make the fight you're trying to fight harder."

"Whoops. Wrong projection. Good going, buddy." "Excuse me? In what way is this my fault?" "Well it definitely wasn't mine." "I'll have you know, my abilities to project through the Overworld are unparalleled." "Blah blah blah, I'm the best, everyone else is a bunch of hackers, right, Barky?"...

Owen smiled a little. "Sorry," he said. "I was talking about if you returned."

Name: Star Species: Mew Appearance: Standard Mew Personality: A little impish, not one for strict rules. Cheerful, defiant. Story: Hands of Creation Secret: Is afraid of being restrained. Items: A picture of a Zygarde. Pain: She's probably the more entertaining one to harm. -- Name: Arceus...

"Maybe it is," Owen said, shaking his head. "But I still think that it's better that you can still fight than if you give in and don't try at all."

Owen looked like he was going to answer, but when he started, there was a vacant look in his eyes, like this automatic answer he had was never there in the first place. He closed his mouth again, looking contemplative. "For lifetimes, I had forgotten everyone that I once knew, and was lied to...

"That might be true," Owen said, "but if you can save that world... then maybe you'll be able to get your rest. And if not... You can have a new beginning without Eternatus getting in the way." Owen rubbed his claws together, running them along his rusts and the back of his hands. "If there are...

"But if you're trying to find a way to fix it," Owen said, "and then you leave it behind... Do you think it would be fixed without you?"