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Swirl upon swirl of Eterna energy spun around Diyem, flooding his senses with red static. He tried to shake it off, eventually getting to his feet, staggering with each movement and every breath he took. The dust had a charged feeling to it, and not from electricity. It reminded him a little of...

"I'll be there if you want," Owen offered, bringing a wing over Brisa when she moved her beanbag closer. "It's... hard, huh? But I don't know if Luz would like a crowd or anything. You'd know better than me..." But their mission was tomorrow. Would they even have the time? Ruined the mood...

All of Team Spectrum had been scattered across the winds of the Eterna storm. Several of them had gone through trials in their own realms as their closest companions turned against them, or as the world that they'd been thrust into turned against them instead. And as they battled and fought for...

Astrid stood in the middle of town feeling somehow alone despite all the others that walked past her. They all ignored her; all of them were just shadowy apparitions that walked like she didn't exist. Like she never existed at all. It felt like it was daytime based on the activity, but the sky...

Owen frowned, tilting his head the other way like a confused pup. "A lot rolls off of Owen, too. And look at me." Wishkeeper's featureless eyes bore holes into Brisa's head. "Luz came from you. I wonder if she picked up a habit of trying not to make others worry. I wonder where she got it from...

"It's true," Owen admitted, though he tried to keep the tone conversational, like he'd been in the same fur. Though, he'd never had fur before. Feathers, sure. But not fur. "Like how Wishkeeper used to be before realizing everyone can hear him now. He and I are the same person. Parts of a mind...

Owen tried to suppress a wince, but some of it did emerge through Wishkeeper himself, who quickly looked away. If there was anyone else who could relate to a Shadow spewing their guts without consent... "Holding things in is kind of like a secret," Owen said. "I've gotten real tired of those...

Owen frowned. That one felt a little more severe. "How do you think Luz is doing?" Owen asked delicately. That was probably a good way to enter.

"Pretty much. I've been meditating like usual, going on a little sightseeing, I actually ran into some, uh, fans during a little bit of that! Er, some were more... excited than others, but I thought it was really nice of them! I've also been trying to spend more time with Cal. I think she's been...

"I guess we'll just have to see," Owen said, though he was smiling as he left the stands. Nothing more to see. Though, there was one thing that had caught his eye. "Did you notice it?" he murmured to himself. "Incineroar, the announcer. It looked like he was drawing power from something... he...

There was a new look in Owen's eyes then, something serene and relaxed. He let the silence settle in, and then he nodded. "That's great," he said, and then he flicked his tail again. "It looks to me like you're putting some priority into comfort instead of duty all the time. I think it's going...

Owen tilted his head. He had caught that. But he also knew it was rude to analyze every little thing. So, he kept it cheerful; she could bring it up if she wanted. "I'm glad people don't worry about me as much," he said. "Real change of pace, in a way. I think people joke about me more than...

Owen nodded, tail swishing behind him. His room was noticeably tidy, perhaps because he had gotten tired of constantly flicking his tail in anything in the way. Most of his books had been moved to a further corner. "I've felt lighter, mentally. I think I've had that little thing in my head this...

"Oh! Yes!" Owen said, rolling a little until he could kick his feet in the air, splaying his arms forward. "Do you have the number for that one place we had those skewers during the spring street market? They had an actual place down in the southern district--wait, I wrote it down, hang on."...

The ball wobbled a few times before clicking open, a flood of light solidifying into the Charizard that could now barely squeeze through the front door. He instead curled around his bed, as was tradition, and peered up at Brisa while his head rested on the cushions like a mother protecting her...

"Substitutes? Huh." Chip thought about that. "Y'know, we never thought about that one, between Reshiram and I. We can see how they react to spirit fragments. Maybe we can get Truffle, since he can withdraw a Substitute if something goes wrong..." He bobbed his head. "Right! Looks like we still...

No reaction. "How about, uhh, what's his Telum-themed name again? Gun? ...No reaction to that, either. Wasn't there another name...?" But even to that one, whether it was said or not, they gave no reaction. It was like a wall. "At some point I'd just want to call in Buffet to look at their...

It seemed to have at least a marginal effect, in that it was no longer trying to attack Nate... but it also was refusing to cooperate nonetheless. Chip sighed. "Thanks for trying, everyone, but I think these two are just not going to cooperate. We'll continue to study them, but... In terms of...

Diyem wrapped his darkness around the new Dark Matter that appeared. Maple, meanwhile, was breathing heavily, trying to recover. Her breaths were shaky and the light of her body had dimmed. He pulled this Dark Matter in and wrapped it in a tight ball of Shadow. Then, he looked left, then right...

[Pop > S0urdough]: Yes. It's a very good fight! Pop was being coy, clearly. -- "Now, don't be rude," Diyem taunted. "Use my weapon against me, why don't you?" "If you insist." No matter how many hits Diyem took, it was as if he was completely invulnerable to a finishing blow. Maple had to...