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"Indeed. I learned from... cultural osmosis what worlds you came from were like. In your world, gods hardly existed at all. Here, that is less so. We hold great powers over the forces of nature as a whole. The fabric of reality is something we can weave if necessary. And that is not necessarily...

After Pop went into the circle of light again, and after allowing Bahamut to follow, they entered a large chamber that overflowed with light. Most normal Pokemon would have to keep their eyes closed to evade the sheer brightness, but Arceus withstood it. Soda was not, and was wearing a pair of...

"Esper, huh? Okay. Esper it is!" Potluck grinned, but then bounded toward Icetales. "Thanks, Esper! I'll see you later!" He nearly ran into Owen and Cabot, but leaped over them at the last moment.

Like before, a delay followed by a flash marked Pop's appearance. "Mm, she is stable, but weakened," Pop replied. "Would you like to see her? She may not be the most responsive..."

"I've heard bits and pieces about it," Silver replied, returning to the chair seat, which he floated a few inches above. "Not the details, though. I think everyone was too busy trying to recover. Something about an ambush, and apparently Dad decided he'd cut out the middle man and become the...

"Hmm... That's a good idea!" Potluck perked up, eyes flashing to an energetic yellow. "Okay! I'm gonna go and do that! Thanks, um... What's your name again?"

Potluck crossed his eyes to get a look at the napkin, and his cheek bolts whirred. His eyes flashed a pastel pink. "Yeah, I guess so." Stifling a giggle, he said, "But I'm still happy that I'm with Maple. She's great! But... she needs a lot of rest right now. I was actually thinking about...

Owen tittered nervously. "Uh, yeah," he admitted. "It happened on accident once, not too long after the whole Shadow Machine thing. Was at night because... "Not important. "Basically, he was there and it calmed me down a little. Sort of counter-intuitive. But I know that 'side' of me can be the...

Potluck tensed a little more, his eyes shifting to a pale green as he looked for a place to hide or look small. But he was too polite to leave and ignore someone like that. "She saved me a long time ago," Potluck said. "that's all." "Mhm." Owen glanced around, then let the wraith-like...

"Huh?" Potluck's cheek bolts whirred and flashed to an inquisitive magenta. "Oh, you mean because... Well, um..." Now more nervous, he glanced away as his eyes shifted to an orange-brown, like tanned soil. "I guess so. But not this one, um, you know. I kind of came from a different world, and...

Owen flashed a worried look in Cal's direction. She was, thankfully, just chatting with some random Cinderace that must have been passing by. The Cinderace seemed pretty curious about her, but as long as she wasn't causing any trouble... "I don't really know, is the thing," he said. "She's...

"Uh... I don't think we've tried testing that out," Owen said. "I mean, Cal's resembling a Charmander, so I don't think she'd be able to fly. I mean, I can fly back home, but that's because of some... different sets of powers that I got. Long story. I don't think Cal has the same thing. Who...

And yet, there he was, on the table. His pompoms were gently waving in the gentlest breezes within the building, perhaps from the air vents that ran through the ceiling. The lower quarter of his body was hanging off of the edge, while the rest of him was flat on a book... But he wasn't asleep...

"Okay!" And up Skara went again into the beak of the gigantic chimera. He weaved with surprising ability for his size and set Skara down by the fruit bowl like she was some kind of table centerpiece. "Sorry that getting around is so much harder now... Maybe we can find something that'll make...

Heavy pitter-patter and the sound of talons on tile caught the attention of a few partygoers as a Silvally came bounding down the road. In his beak was a likely very distressed Charjabug. Potluck happily set her down after one final pounce near the edge of the crowd. "Here you go!" he said...

Owen sighed, looking tired, but he smiled anyway. "You know, she is," he said. "I didn't really expect... any of this, but I think all things considered it's not so bad. She's happy, after all. She had way too much energy to just be a rock all the time, too." Ahead of them, Cal squeezed between...

"So this is what food is like!" Owen watched in stupefied awe as Cal unhinged her jaw and wrapped her entire face around a big apple. It was one of the simpler treats on the menu, simple fruits were a staple of any party, really, but... "Cal, when I said start simple, I didn't mean..."...

At first it seemed as though Owen couldn't hear Bahamut, or was simply ignoring him, but more accurately, he was lost in thought. He stared at the final spot that he had seen Cal, then glanced at Bahamut and his own 'manifestation of his psyche' that had been messing with Bahamut only moments...

"Looks like everyone's making good pals with their new friends," Cal remarked to Owen. "That's sarcastic, right?" "God, you really are dense as you are smart." Cal brought her arms behind her head. "I can't believe we're related." Owen pinched his brow and pat her on the shoulder with his...

Chip buzzed and inspected the lump that Celeste gave him. "Hmmm... That is a good question," he said. "It seems that he is trying to form into something, but does not know what? Or perhaps that simply is his form... If they're tied to their hosts and how much information they have... My...