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Early evening votes: Sparkle: 2 (Persephone, Phant) Astrid: 3 (Chibi, Yellow, Homestar) No vote: Espeon, Goat, Sinderella, Fusion Four and a half hours remain.

Another night passes... -- Hana jerked awake with a start, heart racing. Even before she saw the chains, she knew. They'd come for her. She'd thought she would have more time, to solve this, to figure things out. She was so sure she'd been right, that she could really make it to the end. But...

Owen nodded. "Hey, Vix," he went on, "how about I teach you some meditation techniques? Maybe it'll help with some of that mental fog you have going on. We can start with the basics. Since our bodies are different, maybe just mental exercises..."

Owen grinned. "Y'know, I wouldn't mind that, either," he said, curling his tail around his body until it could get a hold of Vix. "I didn't really expect it coming in, but I think we have more in common than I thought. Maybe when we see each other again, we'll be more at peace with our past...

"I think either choice would work," Owen said, nodding. "Diyem would probably do a better job at restraining you, though, if that's what you're worried about. But if he refuses, you can grab me. How's that sound?":

Owen shook his head. "You can go with someone else, then," he said gently. "There's nothing wrong with needing support now and then, especially for something like this. Pokemon get by through working together, y'know? Even in human worlds, the best and strongest Pokemon are usually part of a team."

"Well, that's easier, because that's all their name!" Owen replied with a hearty laugh. They went by aliases for some and followed different titles for others, but they were all, in the end, Owen. In that sense, he had an easier time and harder time than Vix with her identities. "...I think...

Owen chuckled, the rumble enough to vibrate the wax around her body. "I've had more time than you to sort through it," he said. "I don't think that's a fair comparison. But..." He looked Vix over, frowning. "I don't really see how that makes things any different. It was still an old life, wasn't...

"I wasn't sure what to do, either," Owen admitted. "I totally froze up. Bahamut was right... When the time comes, I don't know if I have it in me to actually kill someone when I'm not... in that mutant mindset of mine. It makes me wonder if I should... let it happen sometimes, but..." He sighed...

"Wasn't a problem," Owen said, sitting next to her. "Head is a fog, like it isn't screwed on right..." He let out a long, perhaps wistful sigh. "That's... familiar to me. Really familiar. You know about all my, you know, 'past selves' and all that, right? I... don't think we're too different in...

"...Are you doing alright?" The usual, deep voice of Owen shook some snow off of nearby low branches. He loomed over Vix, frowning. "You don't need to go back to bed, do you? Most of us are feeling better after the picnic, but I know it was a push for some of you..."

Final vote count: Jean: 6 (Chibi, Flyg0n, Phant, Homestar, Yellow, Persephone) No vote: Espeon, Goat, Sinderella, Abra, Fusion, Dragonfree -- The voice above Jean's head kept going, making a lot of complicated accusations. Jean shook her head slowly, tears in her eyes. "Stop! Stop that."...

Chapter 116 – Call of the Void Owen had a few reasons for going to the bathhouse that Zena worked. For one, he wanted to see what kind of lives Pokémon had in Null Village properly, now that he was out of the evaluation room. Along with that, he wasn’t sure if Zena was tolerating possible...

"Um... well, while this is happening... it seems the day is getting over soon," Eien said. "I'd make more tutorials, but I don't think there is much of a need for one just yet. Maybe I can make it easier with another hint! Give me a moment, I'll be sure to find one useful!" Evening vote count...

"C-curses?" Altowen asked. "We'll try our best not to, um, curse you by proxy," Owen said, inspecting the Branch of Necrozma. Altowen giggled. "I've never been cursed by a sacred Ninetales before, though," he said. "I get the feeling we don't want to be," Owen tittered. "Still... I guess that...

"N-no! No!" the Owens said. Owen went on, "It's just, you know, not the first time it's happened..." "We've survived worse," Altowen said. "...We'll... pass on it."

"Guess I'll see with that when I give you notes," Soda said, smirking. "...Nah. Nah, I'm fine." He finally took another mozzarella stick, and then another, not realizing how hungry he'd been. "...And... thanks. For, y'know. Whatever."

"He likes the Birch trees from the eastern Grass Continent," Soda said. "You gotta bundle up five of them with thick rope and he can munch on that all day. Satiates him for like a week. Longer if they were big trees." Soda rattled on, and Wheat stared intently at Soda, not that he noticed. A...

Owen and Altowen both brought hands to their chin, considering their options.

"Got to move on anyway," Soda repeated, looking at the sticks, of which he'd barely touched. "...Flesh..." He trailed off. "Yeah, I... I haven't talked to him in a while. I need to. And I need to make sure he isn't accidentally eating anything he shouldn't, heh. Need to get his favorite trees...