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Owen tried to concentrate, he really did, and tried to clear his mind. It was unintuitive, but he knew the feeling. He'd done it so many times before. Cal was less familiar. She had probably not inherited memories or knowledge of those things, and she eventually gave up. Getting bored, she...

Owen flinched, as did Cal, but they said nothing in response. Owen crossed his legs and Wishkeeper withdrew completely. The Charmeleon closed his eyes and cleared his mind, breathing deeply. Cal tried to do the same, but without proper lungs, or a brain, or much of anything else, she was mostly...

"We've actually been considering that," Owen said. "But just as another possibility. We don't really know for sure." He settled onto the beanbag with Cal. "I did thank them, though. I can't imagine what it would have been like if I really was the one behind it, though..." Another sigh. "I think...

Owen and Cal dove under a beanbag and, partnered up, hefted it over so they could sit near Bahamut. While carrying it, Owen explained, "A Charizard attacked Destiny Tower. The attacks were strong enough to take out huge chunks in the wall, and a lot of Pokemon were badly injured, but we were...

"There he is..." Cal sighed, looking back. In a few minutes, Owen arrived next, looking partway relieved, and perhaps a little annoyed. "Getting some rest?" Owen asked, approaching quietly. "I guess I can give you a rundown of what happened, now that... most of it is over."

Wishkeeper nodded. "I want to take a walk around. Enjoy... my freedom. I feel as if for a time, there was a risk that I would not have been allowed to wander the streets on my own." He looked onward. "I also want to find a few people who aren't here to make sure they're okay. Bahamut, for...

"No," Shield said immediately, squeezing his paw firmly. "She's... There are a lot of things that I've been wrong about. But not that. Not Sword. I know that's her." "How can you be so sure?" Wishkeeper asked. Shield gently brought a paw to his aura sensor. "I know what Sword feels like...

"They are doing well," Arceus replied. "I do not think they are involved at all with this incident." "You don't have any omnipresence to detect where that Charizard may have gone?" Arceus shook his head. "The Blacklight distorts my vision. I cannot tell." Cal whispered to Wishkeeper, "Geez...

Shield looked at his bag, frowning. "...I keep it here. I can't... wear it most of the time, too--too many memories to have it around my neck. But I can't get rid of it, either..." Wishkeeper nodded, though he said nothing. It seemed reasonable from an emotional perspective... "I didn't even...

"Tell me something new," Wishkeeper said with a wry smile. "I'm a bit of a cosmic plaything. I've resigned myself to this fate long ago."

Even Wishkeeper broke into a little smile. "I suppose that's one way to prove it," he said, but noticed Maple's expression was still one of concern. "Mm. Right. But that still leaves something for us to consider. I do not believe Mia is lying. Why, then, the inconsistency? How did Owen get an...

The shadowy Charizard loomed above them, but his burning eyes held a sense of frustration. He looked to Owen, and Owen nodded. The dark cracks crawled along the lower half of Owen's body, and his eyes took on a calmer expression. "...I know little more than Owen does," Wishkeeper said. "We are...

Maple paused, looking to Vix, then at S'more. "I do recall a strange... waxy substance covering me," S'more said. "That was you, then?" "Vix," Maple said. "Perform it now."

"I don't remember that at all," Cal said. "And Owen doesn't, either. So when he came back, that was it. I didn't wake up to an explosion and Owen was right there. You would have woken up to him coming back, wouldn't you?" "Then you're suggesting this is yet another ploy to disrupt us?" Maple...

"Footage... It's, um..." Owen tried to keep calm. Stating facts always helped him stay calm. "It's like the video recording that our badges can do, remember? That, but for a building and what's happening inside of it. So, it would have shown where I went and what happened at night. But if the...

"I... I don't know," Owen said. "There's... I don't know how. I woke up because I had a nightmare about Sword, that's all, okay? It wasn't about fighting or anything, just, just looking at her, and--and I don't know, it was just a nightmare I needed to get water for. I didn't... there's no way...

"W-wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Owen held up his arms immediately, making sure that he could be heard. He thanked Brisa for getting between him and Shield--despite Shield's lack of attacking power, he seemed worried that Shield would try anyway. But everyone else, all of their theories, there was...

Shield didn't think. He saw his scarf and he took it, lunging forward and yanking it off of Owen, who yelped in surprise and rolled over. "What? What--what happened? H-hello?" He scrambled to his feet, ready to fight, but only saw Shield staring back at him, eyes filled with fury. "Shield...?"...

"Yeah. Take him there for now, and, uh... Maybe I can do an analysis later." Chip seemed exhausted by everything that was happening. "I'm gonna... do some defragging..." <><><>

"Yes," Shield said. "It has the powers of the Tree of Life--maybe the last memory and keepsake I have of Telum. It saved Sword and I once and let us fully evolve, temporarily. Before I had truly evolved, I had used it when in a crisis... And now it's..." His aura sensors twitched, like they'd...