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"Come on, come on!" Surf urged Bahamut to follow them to the battle arena, where Turf was already trying to scale the stands to. By now the audience seemed convinced this was some kind of scripted performance as a special event, and were taking seats once more.

Owen shrank some when Brisa raised her voice, though he seemed to have enough mettle to not back down entirely. He nodded when Brisa relaxed. "Yeah. L-like I said, he's harsh, but I think he's just trying to help, in his own... Shadowy way. Maybe that means my subconscious side is also trying to...

Owen stared, slack-jawed for a few moments, and then jerked his head upward. "What do you mean, you told me so? When did you--Oh right. Well, er..." He turned back to Brisa. "I don't think he said anything all that helpful anyway. Just something about how what's making your Shadows worse is your...

"Mhm." Owen could sense the apprehension in the air, so he made it easier for now. It pooled below his feet and rose behind him, looming and staring with those golden, featureless eyes. It stared at Brisa, judging silently. "...So, there he is," Owen said with a nervous titter. The flaming...

"I won't," Owen said. "I've already got Bahamut telling me to be honest with myself, too. And now that I have my Shadow lecturing me about how to be proper and all that, it's not like I have anywhere to hide anymore." He laughed a little, rubbing his cheek. "Mm... But all things considered, I...

Owen watched, a little surprised to hear that, but he smiled anyway. "Yeah, thanks, I... yeah. I don't have much trouble speaking to others nowadays, since, you know, comes with the job and interacting with clients... Back when I actually did that job and wasn't--not important. I, er, I've been...

"Yes," Maple replied, nodding. "I am like Buffet." ...I cannot tell if she is lying or telling the truth, Diyem said flatly. She could be. Or this was a story she had prepared for this circumstance, just as I did. There is no telling. Though, to come up with the exact same false story that I...

Maple stared at Cynthian with an expression somewhere between annoyance and pity. Then, with an exasperated sigh, the Smeargle looked toward them all and said, "Very well. I suppose by the good word of the Arceus of this world, I can at least have him vouch for my benevolence." ...So she...

Chip was too enamored with the logo and whatever other technological marvels there were to say anything further, but Maple, still standing with a pensive frown, glanced Starr's way. "...I suppose it will have to wait for the meeting," Maple said to her. "I will need to prepare the full...

"Whoops," Soda said, holding a paw to his mouth with an innocent, startled look in his eyes. "Sowwy, Maple. I guess I messed up." With just her glare, a beam of light shot from just over Maple's shoulder and into Soda's chest. It passed through and left a small scorch on the wall, but did...

"That Cosmog is resting in the study right now," Maple said. "Apparently he spends most of his time there, reading about the world... Or at least that's what he says he's doing. I think he just doesn't want to be around others." "Not a very sociable human, is he?" Soda remarked, poking at one...

"If Starr seems only slightly surprised that they would be behind something like this," Maple said, "I suspect they were quite scary." Maple hummed, thoughtful. "Do they go by a name? Is there anything else you know about them? How about others on your team? Perhaps you can communicate to them...

"Yeah, uh, Bahamut, don't you remember?!" Surf called immediately, running toward him as the crowd cleared the way. "You were, uh, you were scheduled for a surprise match after the last one was over! Right?" The Incineroar announcer at the center of the stage seemed surprised at first, but then...

A bright and loud arena greeted Bahamut, even though by now half the seats were empty. However, there was one person in the arena who seemed to be looking directly at Bahamut with an odd glint in his eye. "What's this?" called a magnified voice. "It seems we have a special visitor just as the...

"Still haven't caught up with everyone, huh?" Owen asked, sighing. "Yeah, I guess after everything, you should focus more on resting and all that..." He stood up, stretching. "I'm glad that we were all able to get through it safely, at least. Maybe later we can get together and plan our next...

Owen nodded, grinning. "Right. Sounds great to me!" He sighed, looking lighter than before. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a fight now and then, after all. Outlets and healthy, productive uses of it, and stuff." Though, speaking of her Shadows... "Yeah, and about that, your Shadows... In...

Cynthian couldn't make heads or tails of any of the scraps, but Starr's synopsis worried him. "Then humans are doing this? I thought Darkwhite was behind it all..." "Darkwhite..." Maple frowned. "Do you know anything about this... interdimensional organization and a Mew, Starr?"

"Thank you," Owen said, his voice quieter than usual. "I'd... appreciate that. I don't want to become that monster again. It's part of me and I'm never going to get rid of it, but... I can at least keep it down. Turn it into something more productive, you know? That's sort of how I wound up...

Several curious eyes looked toward Bahamut during his walk. Being so large, he already attracted a few eyes, even among fully evolved Pokemon that walked the same wide halls, but it was how different and luminous he looked that also contributed. "And the winner is Balm and Cepa! A decisive...

It was a relief to feel a lack of terrified eyes on him. He nodded along, saying, "That's one reason I meditate. It keeps me even and calm and steadies my aura, or whatever the equivalent is here. It helps calm that need to fight. Fighting on its own is fine, and as long as I do it only a...