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Soda didn't have anything to say to that, but his eyes had gone just barely wide with surprise. After a blink or two, he looked down again, silent. And then he walked over to his bed, silent. And after a long time, not really answering anything anyone said... he let a few tears fall, silent...

"It's dumb as shit, but I know why," Soda replied simply. "Yeah, maybe some of it is because he's waiting. But the other is because Pop still has true dominion... and Soda can only overpower it from far away, and only immediately around him. That dot on the moon is his reality, and if Pop gets...

Owen, stay back with Bahamut to maintain the barrier while I withdraw the others. Then, we will need some time to rematerialize it and deliver it to the lab in the same way. It might be useful for study in comparison with the other, diminutive one found in Maple. Owen seemed ready enough and...

Soda smiled sadly. "Yeah. That's true, huh?" But there wasn't any fight in his voice. "Must be something to live in a world of a god that really does empower the good. It's volatile, y'know. If that god ever gets a warped view themselves, suddenly 'good' becomes... well, a twisted evil. But I...

And, perhaps for only a moment--but that was all they needed--Mewtwo believed Brisa. He pulled away, he tried to push back, but he had no strength left. After one moment where he opened his mouth, perhaps to breathe... he disappeared into a fine, purple dust. Owen looked like he was panicking...

Diyem answered Nate just as privately. ...I do not know if something like that would work. This is a different kind of injury. It would be the equivalent of giving blood to a bleeding person, but without any attempts to close the wound. Turning him into a Void Shadow would stop this 'bleeding.'...

I am already sending Garro your way. I have the same power. But... "But if you do that, he'll become a Void Shadow. Is that right?" Owen asked, looking up. ...Yes. If I use my powers on Mewtwo as he is... he will reduce to a Void Shadow. A lost spirit. That is what they all are, after all...

The flurry of blows came to a head again. Zekrom blocked several of them with her silver sheen, but even after that faded, it was as if all of their attacks weren't even making Zekrom flinch. Was this the true power of an Original Dragon component? It was no wonder they were rumored to be...

Soda was quiet, like he was considering his words, or just the ones Dave was saying. "Eh. I think the time before, I was looking at a few other books. Don't really remember the rest of them." He flicked his mane, thoughtful. "Heh... yeah. I'm in a really hopeless situation, aren't I?"

"Been reading about marine life," Soda said, disappearing so he was standing by his bed. He returned on foot, showing the cover of a book, which was blue and with a picture of a Milotic swimming under a sunlit ocean. "It's like a whole different world down there. Crazy to think about, y'know...

Soda slid something forward until it was up the the jail barrier so he could see. It looked like it was a badge with a game downloaded onto it. A very basic one by Dave's standards--one with some bricks and a ball to break them. The score, however... "Got pretty good at maxing out the score of...

"...You look like shit," Green stated flatly, though they went through their usual ritual of pushing things through the cell exchange. Compared to jails in Dave's world, the guards were remarkably lax here--perhaps because gifts were nothing compared to what a Pokemon was innately capable of...

"Oof! Now there are the strikes I've heard so much out..." Zekrom beat her wings and blew the three of them back, gaining some distance and breathing room. "That's pretty impressive, you three! But don't think I'll be through with you just yet! Time to get serious!" She slammed her foot on the...

Hey Yoda! This is a review for catnip. I had planned on only reading the first chapter to give my thoughts there, but the premise was interesting enough that I gave the second chapter a read as well. Overall, I'll say that this is a unique start compared to the stories I've read before, not only...

This parasite didn't seem that strong. In fact, it looked like it was quite depleted, perhaps even starved, or at the end of its life, whatever life it might have had. It writhed against the barrier, its golden light occasionally flashing with each impact, but Owen restored its barriers each...

Mewtwo immediately tensed up and there was a Psychic wave that tried to push Brisa away, but moments later, it seemed to disappear. A thin golden energy protected Brisa, undoubtedly from either Owen or Bahamut; it was hard to tell while focused on Mewtwo. But then it calmed. Mewtwo tried to...

Okay. Don't panic. Owen then looked at Mewtwo. Everyone else had him vulnerable. Red was speaking to him. Nate got a reaction out of Mewtwo. The Parasite's hold was weakening. Brisa was readying to reach out as well. Bahamut confirmed it all. The Parasite was fighting back, though. But he...

Owen stepped forward with Brisa, but gave an acknowledging nod to Nate. Then, he looked at Bahamut, recognizing that state of his. He nodded to him as well, then made eye contact with Mewtwo. "It's going to be okay," Owen said. I'm going to do something stupid. Nobody panic. Mewtwo's fingers...

More silence. Tense silence. Half the team was talking to them with words, and the other half seemed to be speaking with thoughts. Mewtwo was ten feet away from them, and now he was only barely hovering above the ground. He stopped once he was five feet away. The red star in his chest pulsed...

Zekrom's opening volley seemed to be more one meant to grapple against them. She hummed. "Oh, interesting... You prepared for my attacks! Now, how did you know I was a physical attacker? Was it my winning smile?" She grinned, even as she prepared for their incoming strikes.