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"I heard about it, yeah," Owen said. "I don't really know what I can say for Cosmog, though. And I don't really..." he trailed off. "Well, I don't know if I'll have a lot I can provide that's useful right now for that whole thing. But I'm starting to wonder what Darkwhite's... deal is. Like, did...

"I doubt it," Owen said, frowning. "The whole reason Diyem sent us in the first place was because he wouldn't have been able to get here on time. But, mm... Well..." No, he couldn't really theorize further there. "About that, actually... Are we sure Darkwhite was the one who made that machine...

On the far end of the hall of the dorms, as far from the lounge was possible, was the study room. There were no board games here, no darts, no Sky Jukebox, and perhaps to some, no fun. But it was here that the quiet, insulated walls allowed for deep concentration, meditation, and learning. The...

"I guess so," Owen replied skeptically. "But I dunno, I guess I got the wrong impression. You, uh, well, I don't really think you should be beneath any of us, either, but... some of that kinda... radiates out and it feels like you disregard what everyone else is saying. That's where it comes...

Silence fell upon the room. Charizard stared at one of the chairs, silently lamenting that they were probably going to have to trouble someone to get it replaced. So Bahamut was a god who wanted friends. Owen's flame dimmed, whatever ire he had felt washing away into something between pity and...

Owen glanced at his Shadow, who nodded in reply and made a sighing motion. "Right, okay," Owen said softly. He hated confrontation like this, but if they were going to work as a team, he still had to come to a mutual understanding with Bahamut. Not an argument, but at least an understanding...

Down the hall of the dorm rooms was a much larger room that was a communal meeting room where all guildmates and otherwise can meet up to chill out, as Pop called it. Board games, dart games, and various other recreational furniture made up a small portion of the floorspace here, along with...

Like you almost did? Owen thought to himself, though he knew not to say it out loud. He was starting to gain an understanding of how Bahamut thought, and he didn't like what he was seeing. "Then your idea of a god also means they need to be powerful. They can't just Teleport or manipulate time...

"How much energy does the food you guys eat have over there?" Owen said, squinting. "Having a personal fire constantly burning wastes... way too much energy. You only get so much from metabolizing food, y'know?" He frowned, looking pensive. "Different worlds, sure. But as far as I can tell...

Owen frowned disapprovingly at Bahamut. Despite not claiming himself to be a god, he clearly treated himself like one... And so once again, Owen brought his tail forward. "Back home, there's research into the nature of the world, and Pokemon are a distinct kingdom from the rest of how...

Sorry for the delay, but here's the current lineup for Front Liners unless they step down or others ask to hop in! Front Lines: Owen will probably be Support once again, though I'm not against joining if there's an empty slot. Doubt there will be, though. 0: Starr 1: Brisa 2. Mellow 3: Jaro 4...

Owen tilted his head, and Charizard looked skeptical. "I guess we have different definitions of what it means to be a god... and what it means to bend the laws of nature." He swished his tail. "By that definition, I'm a god."

"Agreed," Owen said with a sigh. "But I don't think it's that simple, either. Where I'm from, it's... a sliding scale. It isn't like mortals don't have godly power at all, if you're defining it as being able to violate nature." Owen brought his tail forward, holding up its flame. "...I wouldn't...

"They, uhhh..." Owen scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Long story short, they kinda... are the ones that need some rescuing. And for a while we forgot they existed. Actually, fourth me used to not believe gods existed at all, or spirits, or, y'know, any of that."

"You could say that." Owen nodded. "So, for your original question... I think I remember enough of my past at this point. I remember enough to know exactly why my Shadow is the way it is. And I also remember enough that I don't need to agree with it." Charizard glared. "I've done enough moping...

"Ehhhh..." Both Owen and Charizard made the same shrugging motion. "Not in the traditional sense that you might be thinking about. Like, I've always been a Charmander or somewhere on that evolution line, for one."

"No, you're right," Owen replied, hopping onto his bed, which had been fashioned into a circle with a pit in the middle. He stayed sitting on the edge, though, so he could still speak directly to Bahamut. His part of the room had been filled with books borrowed from the library on the shelves...

Owen held the book out, but then sighed when he wasn't bothering to take it. Maybe the thousands of years Bahamut lived made his social skills atrophy. "Well, they start off rational and get irrational if he's out too hard. My flame is a pretty good indicator of that. Once it's about... half...

"Nothing ever satisfies you, does it?" Owen asked, and while the annoyance was true, Owen also smiled with it. Both emotions seemed genuine. "It's not dethatched from me. That guy is me. And now I can't ignore it when those thoughts I have are upfront. Now I have to deal with them... even if...

"What?" Owen glanced at his tail, then jolted and tried to hide it behind him. "Oh, um--sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I think it just does that when I call my Shadows to help out. You said I shouldn't be trying to bottle it all up, after all, right?" He tried for a smile, but it seemed to...