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"Starr?" Maple asked. Starr, let me see through your eyes for a moment, Diyem said, like he'd sensed that spike in emotions all the way from Veritas. Starr would feel a presence in the back of her mind, almost as if Diyem was mentally over her shoulder. ...R? It's a letter. That seems...

Owen could tell, and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to say anymore. But he'd already let it out, and refusing to elaborate further would probably just make Brisa fill the gaps in with something worse. Maybe. "...I lose it when I battle," Owen said. "When I battle too much, I mean. There's...

Maple reemerged from the lab and scanned the relatively small crowd that had gathered with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "I suppose the team is mostly busy touring Destiny Village or continuing visitations to Treasure Town, hm?" she said, frowning. "No matter. This will do. There are at...

Owen's eyes remained neutral, but his flame betrayed him and crackled near the end of Brisa's quiet rant. "Why can't you just stop," Owen repeated like he was speaking of an old friend. "You like to fight. It's... part of you. And you're in a team where not a lot of them are the same way. You're...

Owen seemed to understand, fiddling with his flame and seemingly 'scooping' off a stray ember or two to dance around his claws. "I guess that's true," he said. "Even back home, I have a lot of people worried that I might lose it if I don't focus. That's why I meditate so much, actually. It helps...

Owen smiled a little at Brisa's commend on friends, though the way he smiled suggested he was treated it as a given rather than a revelation. Unsurprised. Though, as Brisa continued, the smile became something of a pensive frown, and he finally asked, "What do you mean? Curio, Starr... I don't...

"Oh..." That was very different from how Owen had been treated. Sure, he looked a little odd, and behaved a little oddly, but he still made it into one of the best career paths in all of his world. He had a team, and a family that supported him, and sure, maybe he was in danger of dying now and...

"Well..." Owen scratched the back of his head, thoughtful. The conflicting expression seemed to be more one of trying to phrase himself, rather than anything that troubled him of his past. "Hmm... I guess I did. My adopted mother is a Gardevoir, for one, but..." Owen laughed a little. "Well, I...

"Oh, yeah, a little," Owen said with a nervous chuckle. Seeing that he had everything taken care of, he sat down against the wall and curled his tail in front of him. "I guess I should explain the difference since everyone's world seems to be a little different. Where I'm from, there are two...

"Ah! Thank you." Owen sighed, taking the bowl and pulling his backpack over to the front of his chest to slip the bowl in. "I really need to try using my other senses more. I get kind of self-conscious of it in public now and then because, you know, coming off as feral and all that..." He rolled...

" . . . only time I forgot something. Like, you totally forgot stuff before, so don't think this is a me thing! ...Oh, sure, because that's what the difference is." Someone was talking to... apparently someone too quiet to hear down the hall. The voice was getting louder and the voice was...

Between the residential north and the entertainment south sections of Destiny Village's eastern side sat Destiny Colosseum. A massive, circular building that was home to the greatest fights known to Cibus. With recent technological advances, even some of the more high-end parts of the world...

"Mm." Owen nodded firmly. "I'll be there if you need any help talking it out. After all, I can give a second opinion on what it was like to be Shadowed by that thing and all that... It's not you, it's..." He tried to push the thoughts away for now. He could meditate about it later. Speaking of...

[Maple > Team Spectrum]: I hope everybody has been settling well into Destiny Village. If anybody has time to spare, I would appreciate if you went to Chip's research facility. It is between the guild and Destiny Tower. [Maple > Team Spectrum]: Particularly the humans.

Between Destiny Tower and Poppin' Arms was a short road, and near the base of the hill that Destiny Tower sat was another, tiny building, a perfect cube in shape. A single, sliding door opened for anybody who approached and pressed against the doorway, but the second entrance required...

Owen watched quietly for now, deciding that Bahamut covered more or less what he wanted to cover. It didn't help that he was hearing something similar from his fragmented Shadow. The one thing he took objection to, though, was the idea that it was a cheerful façade. Just because Bahamut had to...

Seeing Cabot like this was... surreal, in a way. Was this how others had seen him just before? Sure, he had a false smile a lot of the time, and they probably saw through that, but for Cabot... He frowned. He had a pretty good idea why. "Cabot, the Machine would've made anybody lose control."...

"Uh--Cabot?" Owen called. "Are you alright?" The Charizard behind him rose from behind Owen, eyes flashing gold, and then sank back into Owen shoulders. "You don't seem hurt," he murmured.

Owen smiled sadly. "About that..." With Toffee leaving to guide Cosmog to the study room, and the others shuffling off for one reason or another, Owen sighed and bowed deeply to Bahamut. "I know I said I'd listen to you, but I'm sorry I doubted you anyway." He rose up. "...I still don't agree...

"Aww, that's so--" "I am not a child. I am a human." "Oh! Another one." Toffee nodded, then gestured for Cosmog to go forward. "Thank you for your help," she added to Bahamut. Owen glanced toward Bahamut and cleared his throat. "Um, and hi, Bahamut. Feeling better...?"