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Owen watched her go, a distant smile on his face, and he thought back to the fight. The smile turned to a pensive frown. "...I wasn't even much of a threat during all that," he mumbled to himself, pacing. "Cabot was set up right away... I guess Nate used a bunch of Blast Seeds, but maybe we...

North of Destiny Village, in a frigid yet dry tundra and between the rocky mountains, was a patch of pine forest whose fragrance was so strong that the edge of Destiny Village had a hint of its scent. It was peaceful within the pine forest with only wild Pokemon to call it a home, and only the...

Leg seemed flustered beneath her disguise, shrinking back until she was practically halfway into a pile of miscellaneous dolls. "Khhh... hhh... hhh..." This sort of attention wasn't normal. People usually went on by and didn't look at her, and she preferred it that way. Nobody would be this...

"There's no need to dwell," Maple assured them. "I don't think any of us hold what happened there against you. It has already been several weeks at this point and we know the effects that these Shadows have on others. They are not rational. They are not even truly your own... They're mutations...

"Light, airy thoughts?" Cosmog growled, though he did consider it. "Fine. I'm a happy little Drifloon, floating across the w... Oh, give me a break..." It was working. Cosmog floated several inches off the table, and he couldn't be any grumpier about it.

"Basic history would be nice," Cosmog said, frowning. "Any kind of basic history. And--stop cradling me! I'm never going to learn how to walk if I can't even try."

He didn't like thinking about that, either. Owen perked up anyway, giving an enthusiastic nod to Curio. "Everyone has their problems, but I think with everyone here, we can keep going forward anyway, right? If you ever feel like your, um, Shadows are too much, I'll be here, too. The same way you...

"No, we won't," Goodra said gently. "This is just to help you rest while you recover. You can't move around too much, alright? We were told that you need lots of rest."

She found something worse. "Okay, m-maybe kid is fine," Owen said, looking down. "I don't want to come off like I'm ready to dry up in a coffin or something..."

Owen's flame crackled a little, and he smiled nervously as he stood up as well. "H-hey, c'mon. Just because I act youthful doesn't mean you get to call me a kid," he said. Then, with a joking laugh, he added, "You can probably add a zero to your age and I'd still be older!"

Owen tried to hide how much that struck true for him, and he was doing a bad job at it. "Y-yeah," he said, nodding. "That's... I know a little bit about how that feels, and it's awful, isn't it? To be honest, I..." He wasn't sure if he should say it, but he had already gone halfway. Why not...

More clarifications, this time for roleplaying! Shadows are similar to Radiance in terms of corruption amounts, and they follow the same thresholds. So, when you're thinking about your Shadow Moves, follow the same rules as Radiance would. Additionally, just like Radiance, you become the Shadow...

"It seems like it manifests a little differently for everyone," Owen said. "I guess that's only natural, since it feels like our Radiance has been doing some crazy things, too. Sometimes their Shadows are kinda just floating there, maybe acting like an extension of you, and other times, like...

The flames were regulating. Charmander like him were open to a fault; it wouldn't take an empath to figure out how they were truly feeling, even if they wanted to hide it. Owen knew this, too, and he hoped one day he could properly control it so nobody was always looking at his tail for how he...

Cosmog sighed, but then looked back to the Zygarde. "Where can I find books about this world's recent history?" "Well, that would probably be just down that hall, check the modern history section," Zygarde offered, gesturing down the right path. "Help yourselves! Be careful with your usual...

"All right. We'll take care of that," Goodra said disarmingly, keeping Zane down. "Now, why don't you sit still for a little while? I'll make sure you're taken care of and safe." Her tail pressed against some button under Zane's bed, but it would be too difficult to notice with everything else...

"Khhh..." Leg approached in the dim light and circled around Cynthian a few times, looking him over with her usual curiosity. Then, satisfied, she slid to the back of the room and settled there. "...Home... yes..." A particularly strong breeze pushed further the covering on the window that had...

Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but there was another pair of pinpricks just ahead, only for a moment, like it blinked. The door creaked shut behind Cynthian, and something shuffled around ahead... A little while later, it seemed to get a little brighter. The windows were all covered, but...

The shuffling eventually stopped, and the door creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness and two pinpricks of light, like eyes, staring at Cynthian. Then, those lights faded, but the door remained open...

While gardening, Cynthian would likely get the vague sensation that he was being watched, somehow. Little, subtle noises came from the house, though it didn't seem like anybody was inside...