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"...We're fine. There's nothing to worry about." Karat started to drift backward, but his robe caught on one of the lower branches. It revealed Karat's hand, however briefly--which had become a boneless, twisting thing of orange, teal, and lavender.

"Our badge works with psychic power," Karat replied. "We didn't feel like answering. Not after everyone kept constantly trying to 'make us feel better.' We set you all on Ignore." Karat's body shifted a little under his robe in a way that didn't seem natural. "Was that all?"

Nate would suddenly get a piercing headache before he could get a proper reading. It felt angry, irritated, almost. "What do you want?" Karat finally said--his voice sounded normal, albeit a little hoarse. "We're fine." He didn't move from his spot.

The barrier didn't break or let up, but just before they could leave, there was a sound a little further inside. Someone was walking through the brush... Out came a robed figure, just like he'd been before the team had arrived. Owen in particular would have mentioned something like this--how...

No response. According to Chip, Karat was definitely here. Perhaps he was a little deeper inside? Chip had given a miniaturized version of the Mewtwo detector for Nate to bring for checking. Thankfully, it was pointing in the right direction--it had taken a moment to 'refresh,' perhaps because...

The bickering continued until, finally, Buffet returned with a pleased smile. "Everyone," he said, "I would like to present to you... Xerneas and S'more!" The first to emerge was a Machop, small and youthful, but doing his absolute best to appear dignified. He looked like he didn't know what to...

Owen winced. So her demise was only a vague one. Perhaps that was for the better... "I guess that doesn't scare you too much, though," he commented, standing. "You don't seem to get scared by much. I guess there's not much of a reason to, to you?" Mia's psychology always interested him, and...

"Is there... a reason we're here?" Diyem said with an irritable hum. He had returned to his Charizard form for the time being. "What is the purpose of this?" "Well! I just decided that we would have a little... Voice get-together, is all," Buffet explained with a cheerful lilt to his voice. The...

"I heard about that..." Owen frowned. "I guess it doesn't mean too much to you, but do you have any memories of, like, seeing it happen... or is it secondhand?"

"If I wanted, I could claim someone here and bring them with me. They could be lost to my Voidlands like any other spirit. But I do not think I should do that. It would not be received well. Good luck with... whatever you're doing."

Owen nodded. "I think that makes some sense, if humans are weaker. Pokemon can definitely handle more, I think..." He sighed. "It's too bad. I can't imagine being so vulnerable."

"If it's normal in your world, maybe that's okay," Owen said. "That means you guys have a society that can adjust to it, kinda like how Cibus does. I think on average, people in Cibus are more battleheart-like than people in my world. I kinda like it, but... they're still tolerant. I heard that...

Sword smashed into the Substitute and weakly tackled it to the ground, puffing again. She couldn't lose like this... not after all that! But her body wasn't listening anymore. Her tail flopped weakly behind her, emitting a purplish-pink flame. Incineroar watched for a short while, then glanced...

"No!" Sword snapped, staggering to her feet. The rocks fell to the ground, as did the spikes that had been floating around her. With another annoyed grunt, Sword pointed at Starr. "You... can't beat me that easily! Watch!" She ran forward, too tired to fly, and swiped--it was an easy dodge...

"Tch--I knew you'd do that!" Darkwhite shouted, catching Shield before setting him on the ground nearby. "Did a bit of an exchange, huh?! Well, guess what? I took Brisa down first! So that means I'm taking you down NEXT!" "Watch this! My ultimate attack! The Anti-Starr Rockfall Barrage!"...

Wishkeeper kept up, but foresight alone wasn't enough for Mia. This time, she had a clear shot, and the slice made the Substitute split in half completely. Wishkeeper seemed to smile. "Maybe," Owen said. "But... that's something that'll have to happen at home, not here, if they find a way to...

The barrier broke away in a flash of light which decayed into a fine mist. Shield and Sword took breaths in sync with one another, but Sword looked different this time. Her body... While it was covered in fur and still had a psychic aura about it, it had changed. Great wings spread wide...

Owen laughed a little. "It activates by external stimuli. A trigger energy. But I don't have it here, so it's just something mental now, no physical presence. Back home, it's a physical presence. I asked Breaker about it, actually, and she didn't find anything to fix with her methodology."...

This time, her blades connected, and the doll lost some of its ethereal stuffing before the wound seemed to slow its 'bleeding.' It was a good shot, but not a lethal one. "I don't," Owen said. "Not anymore. I was... it was to keep me from hesitating on a mission. But..." He sighed. "It's not...

"Hah! You guys didn't even hurt me that... t..." Sword finally opened her eyes to see what had happened. Shield was on the ground, flames slowly going out on his back. He was collapsed over her in a position that suggested he'd blocked the hit. And then came Brisa. She saw Shadows--she saw...