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"Hmm..." Owen leaned back, thoughtful. "I'm not really sure... It's too bad we haven't really done any hanging out like this before. But you know, if you're going to miss this place, miss being a Hydreigon and all that... Why not live it up right now, huh? We could have some fun together." He...

Owen didn't reply immediately. Instead, his eyes seemed to glaze over, possibly running through the many times it had happened, and then he stared at the horizon. "Well," he said, "I'll be mad about it. Mad that something was taken away from me when I wanted to keep it, just like anything else...

Owen frowned, nodding. "I think I remember hearing... you have a hard time at home. And with how powerful a Psychic you are, right, it's probably not going to be easy to recover these memories for a while. But... who knows. Maybe a tiny bit of it will help, you know?" He shrugged, sighing. "I'll...

Owen nodded. "Yeah, I am. Fire-Dragon, or Fire-Flying, feels like. Dragons are cool, though, even if I always have the egg group." He grinned, stepping until he could sit next to Cuicatl. "How, uh, how have you been doing? With the whole thing with the storm, and then the moon... It's weird that...

Owen perked up, turning his head. "Oh, uh... Well... yeah. That's why I decided to do some water training." He turned over until he was belly-down, using his wings to pocket some air as he drifted to shore. "And when I bring out my full power, I think I turn part Dragon instead of Flying," Owen...

The peaceful waves were oddly quiet this time around, like there weren't as many feral Pokemon in the water. Curious, because this place was usually thriving with life. Were they away, or were they watching something? There also appeared to be a large splotch of darkness in the water...

Owen grinned, pushing the book aside. "...Regardless of how this goes... I wish you the best, y'know, back home. And that's not just because I'm a Keeper of them, either!" He thumped his tail, showing his teeth with that smile of his. "I think if you can handle this, you can handle a lot more...

Fugu didn't seem to give Dave the time of day. He had a moment to breathe, a moment to focus, but the moment he tried to conceal his thoughts, Fugu seemed to know just when to counter. "And do you speak to one another? What does he say? Why? What is he to you?" She weaved in for a locking slash...

"Oh, you can go to the aisle down the road for that," Owen offered, pointing toward a section that was on the other side of the building. "Lots of entertainment books over on that side." He grinned. "Just looking for something to pass the time?"

Final votes: Sparkle: 6 (Persephone, Phant, Fusion,Homestar, Yellow, Sinderella ) No vote: Espeon -- One of the large secrets of Sparkleglimmer's success was her Voice. The voice in her head told her what to do, when to do it, and how. Of course, it was never something she would share with...

"Oh, this is a book about some of the fruits and berries local to the Sand Continent. I guess I've had a bit of a restless feeling to read all about Cibus before I go, y'know? And maybe some of that knowledge will carry over if I'm lucky."

"Well, the Blacklight didn't totally overpower you, so... that means something, doesn't it?" Owen pointed out, flipping through a few pages idly, focusing on some of the spicier berries.

Owen frowned. "Well, maybe that could change one day," he said. "You've still got time, after all. Who knows!" He sighed. "I guess I'm a little biased, though. Even with everything I've gone through, my friends and family helped me through it..."

"Freedom?" Owen asked. "You mean, the power, or something? I don't think we're... too free here, in a way. We're here for a duty, a job to save the world, you know? I've already felt... that would be what takes the most of my attention. It's only when I'm recovering that I can really relax..."

Fugu slammed into the barrier, but that was all. She seemed to be ignoring Shadow for now, even if she could see the barrier. "How do you treat this subconscious part of you?" Fugu asked. "Does he go away when you drink? Or does he become stronger?"

"Living a quiet life isn't so bad, either," Owen admitted. "I guess it's one of those things where the other way of life seems better when you're stuck with the first, though..."

Owen nodded. "One way or the other, you might eventually," he said. "Just depends on when... Something about the Hero's Aura fading, or something. Maybe once something is accomplished in the world you came from." He headed into a study room and gestured for Shiron to follow. "Crazy to think that...

"Same." Owen raised a book that seemed to be about local berries native to the Sand Continent. "I might forget all of this, but I'm hoping that maybe a tiny bit of it will stick with me in some way, y'know? Wouldn't be the first time."

While he was quiet, nothing could really mute the rumbles of footsteps that came with everything Owen did while moving. He tried to keep his footing light and even further tried to mute anything he did. The Blacklight Charizard rounded the corner, however, and spotted Shiron. "Oh," he said...

"You never know," Owen hummed thoughtfully. "I like to think that at least some of this might carry over in some way. And even if it doesn't... well. We all die eventually. Why be nihilistic about this?" Owen shrugged, grinning. "I say we make the most of it instead of putting it off just-because!"