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"Oh! That." Surf nodded. "Guess with all the crazy stuff that's been happening, I forgot that you can just deliver letters. Yeah, we've got that. D'you want to borrow a paper or something to write them a letter? If it's addressed from Team Spice, you bet they'll read it." "Writing to other...

Surf and Turf exchanged looks at this one, frowning. "Sorry," Surf said. "We have the Waypoint stuff for travel within the continent, but it's not really strong enough to go across entire oceans like that. They're mostly for Dungeons... or, well, where Dungeons used to be. And other big towns...

Owen blinked a few times, surprised at how much Brisa had said just then. Suddenly, it all seemed to click for him, and he'd put a hand over his heart without realizing it. "Brisa..." Surf was less perceptive, merely nodding and saying, "I guess we both have a pretty good reason to find him...

The streams formed, albeit weaker than what Jumpluff was doing. Still, he smiled when Cynthian understood, and then focused entirely on the bowl, which never seemed to run out of its contents to take. Instead, Jumpluff intensified the stream, and then glanced again at Cynthian.

Jumpluff continued to stare at the bowl, drawing the white mist toward himself again. It was another silent motion, but it seemed like the stream had become thicker again, bits of the white energy going toward Jumpluff in whole spheres now. Then, Jumpluff glanced expectantly at Cynthian.

The Jumpluff stared for a while longer, then made a silent motion to the space between them. More constellations formed in the middle, creating a thin, water-like liquid resting in a starry bowl. The Jumpluff then stared at Cynthian, though if he tried to touch the bowl, a barrier would block...

For a while, only silence answered Cynthian, seconds passing like minutes. And then, the stars seemed to shift a little. Swirls of light and dots collected in front of Cynthian like a nebula, pinpricks forming constellations and soft outlines until, finally, a white, ghostly figure of a Jumpluff...

Sunny quieted the kids down, did a quick check of all the eggs, and then closed her eyes. "O, ancestors in the stars... Bestow upon us your knowledge for this young soul to inherit..." She went on, likely specifics of some kind, but now, even if Cynthian wanted to break out of his trance, he...

Agreeing to learn an Egg Move from Sunny was a strange prospect indeed. Once considered to be completely tied to your birth, new theories have shown that high compatibility with other Pokemon, often of the same species, can allow one to learn these once-inherited techniques. Yet now, Sunny found...

Surf and Turf exchanged a look, then nodded at one another. "I think I know what you're talking about," Surf said. "It's about his old life, right?" Turf frowned. "If you become a Pokemon and live in this world, that means you stopped being human in another. That's what Dad said when we...

"It's just a matter of meditation," Sunny explained with a friendly smile. "I'll handle the rest. All I need is for you to be thinking of the move you want, and then I do a small ceremony, and the rest falls into place! Everyone's experience is a little different, depending on the Pokemon."

"Egg Moves... Oh, Marowak must have told you, or someone may have mentioned it, huh? I heard that you guys were having trouble finding moves that you'd be able to learn in those weaker bodies of yours... I'd love to help! You see, I actually have the power to help other Pokemon learn egg moves...

"I have no idea what that means, but if you want to fight, I can!" Owen grinned, and his happy, blazing tail let the rest of his thoughts be known. "Where I'm from, feral Pokemon are... they're different. They look a little different, they can't even talk--or, well, they can, I think, but it's...

"Oh, oh?" The voice was upbeat, energetic, and a little airy, but there she was, Blissey Sunny of the Daycare. "Oh, there you are! Hello, Roselia. Hmm... I don't believe I have anybody under my care for you." She tapped her chin with her tiny hand, then said, "Oh! You must be with those...

The Croconaw nodded back. "And I'm Surf," she said, "and this is my little sister, Turf. Sorry we didn't meet properly until now, um... Brisa." Turf giggled. "That's a funny name." "C'mon, they aren't from this world, maybe it's an alias," Surf said, and then tried to smile toward Brisa. "And...

Near the south side of town, neighbors to Marowak Dojo, was a dated building in the shape of a Chansey's egg-shaped body. The pink exterior led to a snug, but surprisingly roomy interior that held a play room in the back and another room that seemed to be lined with nests, some empty, some...

Reviewed Canis' Hunter Haunted, prologes and chapter 1 for 2 reviews' worth of points. Participated in the 7 day fic challenge for 3 entries (+3 BLECs) Purchasing Useless Lump I guess. Everything before has been logged.

Surf's eyes brightened, and even Turf's did a little. "What? You mean you're another half-human?!" Surf nearly sprang up to grab Brisa by the paw, but stopped herself halfway. "I, er--sorry, I got too excited. Y'see, it's not exactly common, since there's only, like, four humans in the whole...

Soda's mane shifted around and frazzled, and Soda growled, complaining to himself about how long it would take to fix it up. "Yeah, Leg isn't good with talking," Potluck said, "but she's really nice, too!" "Eh, don't crowd around her," Soda said flatly. "If you overwhelm her she'll get all...

"Yeah, we're definitely tough," Surf said, holding up a fist as if to demonstrate. "Being half human can do that to a gal." A phantom of a smile crossed Turf's expression, but she tried to hide it, like she wanted to be sad for the time being. The medical supplies were largely unnecessary but...