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Owen blinked. "Huh? Just had me thinking." He glanced at Dave again, only briefly, and he seemed genuine. But an ancient creature like Owen could possibly not be genuine at all; there was no real way to tell, was there? "I guess it just has me thinking. My head's all scrambled, so maybe I don't...

Owen gave Dave a curious look just then. "Good home, good friends, good food. Didn't I just give a few reasons why I could be happy?" He looked away again, giving Dave that brief moment of respite that he wasn't being questioned in his own home. Now, Owen spoke more in a reminiscent way. "When I...

Owen shook his head. "Good home, good friends, good food, and the world is saved here. I'm happy for Cibus." Owen gestured vaguely to the air. "I'm going back home to somewhere that doesn't have a lot of those things. But if I was unhappy about how good Cibus was, even though my home isn't the...

Owen maintained his frown, looking skyward. "Yeah. And I have to return to my world, where I'll forget about how empowered I can be when not under someone else's control. Where the whole world's literally falling into a place like what Dark Matter tried--living and dead. And where everyone I...

Owen nodded idly, looking up. "Cibus isn't perfect, but it's got a lot of perks thanks to being in an era of peace. But just a few decades ago, it was a dangerous place where a Dungeon could twist your home and drive you mad. It's... complicated, when we've only been here for a few days. At...

Electricity crackled against the battlefield; flames licked at the distortion god's scales and spectral wings. Despite this, she endured it, barely standing, limbs buckling, as she let out a low, quiet hiss. "Did they do it?" Incineroar asked, checking the board. "No... they didn't! Giratina is...

Giratina seemed to be on another plane, but left a tiny outline in the field as she popped in and out of existence to sneak in a strike or two when she could. It was during those brief moments that the team was able to get some attacks in, and most of them seemed to connect very readily...

Giratina braced, expecting to be disabled for this volley, and yet she was narrowly able to shake off the Paralysis that had nearly taken her. She was sure it was going to hit on the next exchange, though. It was coming soon. She puffed. "I'll get a little more serious...! How about this?!"

"I guess that's true. Maybe normal is relative. Or maybe a better word is... common. Yeah, common. I dunno which type of world is more or less common, though..." He looked at the ceiling, thoughtful. "I guess it's nice, though. That things can still work out here. Not every world has that kind...

The distortion god crouched down, six legs buckling under the pressure of the initial volley. "Opening strong, are we?" she said. "That's fine. I have something just for you in return!" Giratina opened with a weak volley of attacks. The haze around them seemed to be getting stronger, but it...

Owen smiled wryly at Dave. "Right, I guess that's a lot like us. Wonder if it has to do with that hero's aura or whatever... There definitely seems to be kind of a pattern from it all, huh? Bet you never ran into a lot of people like that back home... Your home's one of the most normal, right?"

Chapter 118 – Just Acquainted Dark Matter stood face to face with Anam. He took on the form of a familiar Charizard, blue eyes tinged with streaks of darkness. Anam didn’t like looking at those, and Dark Matter knew it. All around them were Void Shadows. Under the ground, in the trees, and all...

There was something off about the atmosphere in the Colosseum. The stands were packed, a little more than usual. There was a segment of the audience that was marked off with railings, and the Pokemon inside had a strange aura about them. Like they radiated an ominous, black mist that was just...

Meringue panted, his scales softening back to feathers like some kind of magic trick. Light left him in undulating waves with every breath he took. "I guess so," he said gently. "I just... need to get stronger..." Lugia leapt from the stands and landed with titanic grace. She stood next to...

"Oh, yeah, we've been talking. But after a while we kind of realized that there wasn't a lot for us to talk about because we already... knew it all about each other." He chuckled. "We did end up talking a lot about our teams, though. some of them are more dangerous than others, I guess, but...

"It seems that Meringue is--" Incineroar pressed a claw to his ear. "...Still standing!" Meringue was muttering something to himself. "I... I can't lose... I can't... so easily..." He puffed. "All my training... all of my hard work... all of..." The gale winds swirled around him. "I'm...

"Oh, Cal set that up for me," Owen said. "It seemed like a fun way to pass the time and take a break from other things. And it helps me practice being mobile while capsulated. Never know when that might be useful one day, y'know?" He grinned in his usual, goofy way, leaning back on an oversized...

"No, this... how are you withstanding it all?! Am I just not strong enough?!" Meringue shouted. "I can't keep up with that... I... Oh, Pop, it's like fighting Brulee all over again!"

There was a Poke Ball rolling around in the house, going through an obstacle course. Based on the handwriting, it looked like Cal had created it, based on the nearly illegible 'Goal!' at one part of the path, which involved some of Leg's dolls as obstacles, as well as ramps and hills. When the...

"Ngah...!" Meringue winced. He felt his Protects coming back, but he wasn't able to call upon them just yet. His wings twitched like he wanted to cast them again, but the energy wasn't there. Instead, his eyes glowed again, and Brisa had a horrible premonition of something coming soon... All the...