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Owen frowned, thoughtful. "I guess when I phrase it like that it sounds worse than it is..." Or maybe he was minimizing it again like how Bahamut mentioned. Then again, Charizard had also told him he was doing the same thing. About... himself? Was that contradictory? They entered one of the...

Owen's flame grew a little and the Charizard behind Nate narrowed its golden eyes dangerously. Owen held his hand up, staring the Charizard down--up, technically. He flared his wings, folded them back, and cautiously relented. "Nothing you have to worry about," Owen said. "What gave me the idea...

A few diners glanced at the Mudkip, wondering if he was at all troubled. He had just screamed at open air, after all. Was he seeing things? "I've been doing okay," Owen admitted, taking a steady breath to quell the shadows that sputtered out of his tail flame. It became a gentle ember with a...

"...You're eating cookies before--wait!" Owen made a motion to go after him. "Nate, I don't really know if you're fine, y'know? Like, sorry for being presumptuous or anything, but--" Owen nearly ran into a Tyranitar passing by and had to move out of the way, but by the time he did, he couldn't...

Owen wondered if he actually did have places to be. "I just wanted to talk," he said. "Checking on people when I can--you know, since... You seem a little troubled. At least, that's what it feels like. Ever since my Perceive kinda came back, I might've been checking things lately." As much as he...

Lugia nodded. "I read Maple's report on the incident," she said. "One of the Charmander, the Shinx, you, and the Mudkip had been badly corrupted, in addition to those who had already been brought to darkness. Hmm. Quite dangerous how easily that happened, so we can only take solace in the fact...

Owen tilted his head, frowning, and then tilted his head upward, like he was listening to someone. It did not appear to be Diyem, nor the stone, so perhaps he was just crazy. "Looking for the good food?" Owen asked with an amused lilt in his voice as he followed along. He knew something was...

"Oh, Nate!" Breaking that tranquil solitude was Owen, who happened to be going for snacks at the same time. Balanced atop his head was his own stone, whom he named Shady. Despite how shiny and smooth Owen's skull was, it was able to maintain being there with practiced ease, like it was some...

"Mm, maybe," Lugia said, though she didn't seem very satisfied with that answer. It seemed like something else was bothering her about that possible solution, though she didn't bother to bring it up with Cabot. "And from what I heard, you're no stranger to corruption, either, hm?"

While the main arena was the attraction everyone paid attention to, there were side rooms that could be rented out for use by Pokemon that were preparing to fight, or simply those training in an enclosed setting. The Colosseum in particular had highly reinforced walls and floors, making it very...

"...Mm. Darkwhite." Lugia looked ahead. "Yes. That strange... Mew, I think she was. A very odd one. When I was with her, there was... a crazed feeling in my mind that I wasn't able to shake. It was foreign to me, yet there was nothing I could do about it." She growled, the rumble enough to make...

"He did, hm?" Lugia asked, peering down to take a closer look at him. "Hmm... I see." She rose again and made another gesture for Meringue to follow. "Considering your cheer, I assume he spoke highly of me. That's good. I always wondered if he was the sort to badmouth his masters when speaking...

Lugia didn't acknowledge Cabot for quite a while. She raised her wings, made more sweeping motions, and Meringue followed them like a Combee followed its queen. Lugia's body glittered and shined against the sunlight. Scales of silver, marble, and sapphire covered her body; without the Shadows to...

Unlike the beach south of Treasure Town, the beach at the Mystery Continent was anything but pleasant. Harsh, cold winds kicked up chilling ocean mist and choppy waves of a dark ocean. The sand was gray from the stone that it was made of, rather than the traditional beige, and made for a gloomy...

Chapter 68 - Quiet “Big Brother? What happened to Mom?” Klent wasn’t really sure how he wound up in this situation. In some twisted sense of irony, he was the Grass Guardian again, at least temporarily. And not only that, he was taking the form of the very person who had killed him. He had to...

"I'll think on that. Maybe we can set up some kind of bait and ambush..." Owen sighed. "Well, er--anyway... Thanks for the talk. Do you want to read that Pyroar book? Might be helpful, since I don't think you're used to... being flesh and blood-like."

Owen looked like he had been, before the chuckle, actually considering the request. "...Well, do you think she'd take the opportunity?"

Owen shrank a little. "Er, yeah... I guess I can take a page from this guy." He gestured to Charizard, whose arms were crossed. "Learn a thing or two about being stoic. But. Kinda hard with this." He gestured to his tail. "Though, I almost put it out if I concentrate hard enough. Kinda like...

Darkwhite, just there, and they all kept their cool? And Darkwhite didn't obliterate them? "But... she beat me up pretty badly," Owen said, recalling the times he'd left imprints on the ground. "And Celeste, too. What's up with that?"

"...Ignoring... her?" Owen said. "As in, just, even if she's right there, ignore her."