Search results

-- "Yes, yes! Hahaha!" Chyla said, after finishing his barrage. "This is what I'm talking about! Oh, it feels good..." -- "All right, keep it up, everyone," Miracle Owen said lowly, focusing on the orbs that were forming in his hands. He gently tossed each one behind him, never landing a...

-- "C'mon. I saw your love for hexing in the colosseum broadcasts." Nero chuckled. "Maybe you guys shouldn't have been showing off so much?" -- -- Nero dug his talons and heels in to stand strong against the blows. "Whoo. Yeah, you guys are tough. I see why you're so popular around here." --...

"It looks like Team spectrum has readied themselves into position! And what a coordinated effort it is! But let's not underestimate their opponents. They've done the very same thing! the Miracle Matters--what will their answer be?! Ah--here they come! The response! -- "Ooh, nice boosts. Mind if...

Owen smiled a little. "That's life," he replied to Shadow. "Even in a world like Pop's, someone somewhere has to work to get something done. Who the reward goes to isn't... always the person who did the work. And sometimes you can do everything right and be the best person you can, and still...

It was strange to see this once trembling, lost Charmander now look down at Dave with the air of the age he actually was as a blackened, hardened Charizard. It had only been the better part of a year, but perhaps Owen had lived much longer as his memories rebuilt themselves. A younger, emptier...

"There you go again with the extremes," Owen replied coolly. "Either you're doing the right thing or you're an unhappy doormat. Like there isn't something in between." Owen tilted his head left, then right, slowly, as he spoke with his eyes closed. "All right, Dave. What should I do?" And then...

Owen frowned. "Well, that's a selfish way to look at things," he commented with just a hint of pointedness. "I won't be around, so why should I care how others remember me? That's the same attitude as people who make short-term decisions for the world when they won't be alive for the long-term...

Miracle Owen glanced worriedly at Mergo. There were pranks and Mergo's usual sense of humor, and then there was... that. Was something wrong? Something terrible must have happened back home. Or maybe he was still disoriented. He glanced back at Miracle Diyem, who remained stoic, eyes locked on...

The stands were packed and overflowing; no expense was left untouched for all the cameras and crew made to watch every aspect of the fight. Equipment upgraded, technology cutting edge, and Incineroar himself looked like he had half a mind to jump into the fight. "We have a very, very special...

Giratina smiled with the gleam in her eyes and walked out of the arena first, answering a few questions from Puff, Cream, and Pansit as usual before they moved toward the winners. She flashed a wave with her good wing at those in the Reverse audience and gestured outside, where she would likely...

That earned a little laugh and Owen glanced at Dave. "And what good will that do me?" he asked, tilting his head. "There's nothing I can do about it here by being unhappy about it. Right now, I've been focusing on meditating and planning out little things I could remind myself of. If it's a...

"I guess." Owen shrugged, thinking. "I've been through enough psychic manipulation to recognize the good kind." He thought about it. "I think I'm just more talkative in general, though... I didn't feel Wheat's manipulation to make me more talkative... I don't think therapy would work as well if...

"Wheat?" Owen asked. "I go in his room, he nods at me and stands behind his desk and asks me maybe one or two questions. Then I start talking and, I dunno. I just start talking. It's really easy to talk in front of him, even before he starts his Psychic aura." Owen looked up. "I feel like he...

"Must be a human thing," Owen remarked. "Or maybe I just like thinking less when I can afford it. I don't really know if that's all that healthy, but, you know. Working that out with Wheat while I have the chance..."

"I think I get that," Owen said. "I guess in a way, we both overthink a little, huh? That's kinda why sometimes I like to... stop thinking and go feral for a little while. Rip up some Substitutes. I'm happy when I do that. I guess human versions of that would be talking about random things, or...

"Ah, sorry." Owen looked away at that, nodding. "I'll lay off... Didn't think I'd get that into it. Just... a lot of people like you here, and they're probably a little worried about you, too. I think... I get what you mean. Not knowing how to be happy. Not knowing how to... do something that's...

"There you go again," Owen hummed, smiling sadly. "We didn't save everyone. And it's okay to mourn that... but I don't think they would want us to stay to that forever, when we also saved so much. And even though you listed all those things that we saved... you really don't sound very happy...

Owen nodded, and while it seemed like he was listening, it also seemed that he was intentionally trying to not push anything. "What are some things you're happy about?" he asked.

Another deep, pensive frown. "I don't know if anybody wants their lives to be worse," Owen said. "I mean, not unless they think they deserve it, but that's a whole different set of problems, I guess. But... I guess there's a difference between seeing a bad situation for what it is... and making...

One was dodged, as Giratina tended to do, but the rest of them struck and sent her spiraling back and against the ground. She yelped once, a black, spectral fluid from her wings spattering against the ground, making part of the ground float up and twist into something meant for the Reverse...