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Owen chuckled weakly, but something wasn't settling right in his gut for some reason, and he wasn't sure why. "I, er," he said, "I think I should get going, too. Want to take a look at town, and..." And now he had a feeling why. They were quite involved in their conversation, and Brisa was...

He couldn't take it anymore. Balling up all of the courage he could muster in his tiny Charmander fist, he took a breath, stood up, and said, "And..." ... Nothing. His mind was as empty as a Shedinja. It all flowed out like a river. "Er, sorry," Owen said, sitting back down. "The joke slipped...

Owen was halfway to wishing he'd been an Ice type. There were so many puns that he could use as one-liners for a fight! Did Fire have anything like that? A mental note was made to think of some later tonight. "How do they come up with them so fast...?" Owen trailed off, but then his tail...

I got that one! Owen's flame doubled in size as a dumb grin spread across his face.

...He didn't get it. Snow, laughing? Was there a Pokemon species that did that? What was the original pun?! Owen stared intently at the table, running the conversation over in his head again. Puns. No laughing matter. Snow laughing, snow--chill. "Chill!" Owen whispered loudly, followed by a...

Owen pushed away from the table, sighing. "I think that's enough food for me," he said, sliding the bowl toward Soda. It then went to Flesh, who gladly and greedily took it out to be finished off. He scanned the table to see that several others had left to walk off their meal, which was...

"Complete idiots, absolute buffoons, what in the fifteen thousand gods--" Diyem stopped cursing at a circle in the ground to look toward Skara. "What? Who are you? What are you talking ab--" He glanced at his tail. The flame was black. It quickly turned to orange as he stood up, clearing his...

The devastating beam of water smashed into Celebi's face, tearing and ripping away the mud that had clung to it. She screamed in surprise and shielded herself, finally drifting away and out from the beam. "Ow, ow! Stop that! We just met! I promise, I'm not stalking you!" She weaved left and...

"Ah!" Nate had hit something, but it was hard to tell exactly what at first. Small, but with a big head for its body, vaguely onion shaped. It flitted around blindly and into the open, trying to wipe off the mud that had presumably gotten in its eyes--a lucky strike for sure. Meanwhile, Nip's...

Thanks for the review, DA! I'm really glad you're getting back to this, and happy to see you're enjoying yourself! There's certainly more to come and a lot more of Owen's journey to go. Enjoy the ride! Next up, a chapter where we go on some shopping! Chapter 57 – Golden Breath Kilo Village...

The Water Gun connected, yet it had stopped in open air. The way it splashed off of something--apparently the actual attack did next to nothing in terms of damage--it was an angular face, and a tall creature at that. It also splashed off of something much smaller flying near this first...

Maple didn't notice Nate at first, perched on his rock, but the moment he tried to avoid them, she knew two things. First, that he was among the interlopers that they were hosting, distant as he wanted to be from the others. Two, that he was not the powerful presence that she had sensed, or at...

What? Give me a moment. Maple continued to move casually, and it seemed she was expecting the others to do the same. "I see. You are not accompanied by another powerful presence, other than your leader. But I do not think your leader is among us, let alone hiding. ...No. I'm sensing two life...

"Hit in the bluff? When?" Maple remembered having a sudden need to sneeze, but that had been all. Was that one of the invisible creature's attacks? She shrugged. "I suppose it isn't something to worry about. If you see black smoke coming from me, then warn me. I don't think any of us natives...

"You could say that," Maple replied, looking toward Cabot leisurely. "But I think I was looking to relax instead. I've done my rounds of the place and found nothing out of the ordinary. I decided, then, to relax, because Truffle would incessantly request I do so if I don't."

Owen giggled. "A little too spicy?" he asked, and then, as if to demonstrate his unlimited power, took a raw bite out of the berry that Starr had left behind. "I'm so happy Diyem was able to transfer my taste for spicy food. It's the little pleasures, right? Every time I take a bite a little bit...

"I'll meet you there in the afternoon," Owen said, glancing outside. Still noon. "I need some time to... work off this curry." He then looked back to Starr with a hint of expectancy and eagerness, wondering if there was someone else who shared his love of spicy food.

If Maple noticed it, she didn't react. "I am," she said. "The time with your team was pleasant and the curry was made well. It seems that you are taking some of that light well, too. Yet, is it still too much right now?"

"Spicier?" Owen asked, perking up. "I've got just the thing!" And suddenly, he was digging through a small satchel that he'd kept with him. He likely acquired it or requested it at some point during their break to carry some of their simpler supplies, but apparently he also kept it for some kind...

Over the gentle waves of the beach and the hissing sands, tranquil, slightly cheerful humming got louder and louder. Maple stepped in a slow rhythm, keeping tempo, as she sang a wordless, bouncy tune that felt more like it was meant for sea travel than a walk along the beach. Though, those were...