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"Twice as strong hurts!" Nanab cried out, skidding back and coiling up to nurse her burns as quickly as she could. She wheezed. "I... I won't be able to last much longer, Pine! We shouldn't have taken it slow! Just--just take them out! NOW! We... we can still do this! I know it!" And as she...

Maple sighed. "I never asked him," she said flatly. "He never commented on it, either. I'm wondering if he's weighing his options as well. If he would want to keep traveling to save more worlds... which is entirely fair... or if he would really be okay with spending a world's age with me. Or...

"Joule is a traveler, world to world, realm to realm, saving the ones he happens upon. He isn't really one to... find a place he would want to consider a home for very long. And... well..." Maple hesitated. "Well, why would... I expect him to change that part of him?"

"Hey, good job," Pine commented. "You're gonna block all these, I think." And then he rushed forward anyway, slamming into Brisa with everything he had. He seemed to change up his strategy only slightly this time around--as did Nanab. "Huh. I think we could've actually hurt her if we...

"Well, they'll still have to do that in a spiritual sense," Maple said idly, turning her wrist like she was explaining the basics of water evaporating. "Think of it like emptying a bag of potatoes on the table." Maple thought about his next question. Travel... "...Yes. I did enjoy the travel...

Maple chuckled. "In a sense," she said. "I'm... working with Arceus right now. Both of them--the one of Cibus, and the one within me, which we found, dormant but awakening. We are going to search for a Null Realm to recreate Telum and resume where we had left off. Probably a neighboring...

"Cramped... isn't quite the term," Maple said. "When I assume the form of something else, my body shrinks and loses its proper shape and can fit into a false form. It does feel... limiting, though. I do feel... encased, somewhat. Not unlike a... mm. I'm not sure about an analogy. Like being...

The Smeargle was pacing around the pines, inspecting the leaves idly, lost in thought. Her hands were behind her back. It must have taken a while for her to stuff that body back into the false Smeargle form, but at least she didn't take up so much space anymore. "Hm?" Maple spotted Nate and...

"Huh. You're, like, twice as strong compared to before," Pine noted, eyes darting at something just above their heads. His claws twitched a few times, left, left, left, and then his other claw made another twitch. Press, press, back, back. He nodded. "Good luck," he replied. "Yep!" Nanab...

Logging all of the writing. Stat distro as usual. Everything above has been logged!

Owen nodded, folding his wings back. "That's a good way to look at it," he said, inspecting the plants one last time. Satisfied, Owen slowly got to his feet. "Seems like you know what you want to do. I hope you can help people back home the same way you grew here, Saltriv."

Owen sighed, nodding. "I guess that's why I can take it so well. You get used to it, er... retroactively." Owen hadn't summoned Wishkeeper in a while. As time passed, they became more and more alike, blended, faded into one another. "But, that's why I treasure how things are now, y'know? Even if...

Most, Owen repeated mentally, hiding a chuckle. "I don't think I will," he admitted. "I'm forgetting this. One day, I'll remember... but I think it'll be so distant that it won't have much of an impact. That's... too bad. But I'll treasure it when I can, like now."

"Maybe!" Owen said. "Though, I don't know if he'd want to get involved in something like this to begin with... He's not a fighter. He's technically just a civilian..." He sighed, looking skyward. "Still, crazy to think that it's almost over... that it already is for Cibus..."

"An author," Owen repeated, grinning. "Well, that would be something. I know about someone back home who's kind of the same way. Smeargle, actually. He's apparently a talented fighter, but his true passion is in storytelling. Illustrations. I'm a pretty big fan." He chuckled, sighing. "...Yeah...

"I've been doing fine," Owen replied, inspecting nearby plants before looking back at Saltriv. "Chronicling everything that happened? Never really thought about that; figured the news like with Puff and the others would've done that for us..." Then again, primary sources like journals could be...

Owen was on one of his morning strolls, wings flared to enjoy the rising sun. So early in the morning, he could afford to take up that kind of space while walking down the wide roads. Spotting Saltriv doing some writing in the garden, Owen decided to take a small detour. "Saltriv," Owen...

Mewtwo took the rock and tilted his head. It did look like him a little. Maybe he would keep it somewhere. Rocks were nice. Toast growled again. Zinc sighed. "I'm so glad you're able to get along with people," she said, smiling at Mewtwo. "And thank you for visiting, Nate, Rocky."

Soda waved back, returning to his mozzarella sticks. Wheat didn't move as usual, but Soda didn't mind. Overall, Soda was left in higher spirits by the end of it, a sense of purpose quietly kindling itself in his mind.

That was confusing. Mewtwo preferred it when he could just kill people. But if he was going to do things on his own, maybe killing people wouldn't work in the long term. Maybe he had to be more like that tiny Salamence. Mewtwo eyed Rocky, raising a hand. "No, no no, let's not do any killing...