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They got his attention. His gaze bore no recognition or emotion whatsoever, and Owen, based on how he was concentrating, and then looked unsettled, wasn't drawing any conclusions, either. "I think he might be looking for an opening," Owen said. Red stood behind them, staring at Mewtwo in...

Logging a hilarious amount of writing. Also logging for BLECs the publication of 14138 words and 6243 words. Distributing Owen's stats as per usual. Everything before has been logged.

There was something different in the air... an electric feeling that was more than just Brisa's usual presence in the arena. No, this time it seemed to be Zekrom--standing with her broad smile and muscles flexing, perhaps to intimidate, or perhaps just to show off what it meant to be a Pokemon...

"Me to conjure my attack," Diyem reported, and then held up his claws. "We are ready... Stand still. I will be sending you all in at once. Is everyone prepared?" And once he got an affirmative from everyone set, he blasted forward, and the team before him became nothing but stone. ---...

"I will be sending you to a location near him," said Diyem. "The plan will be to subdue him and try to break through when he is no longer attacking. As of now, he is only wandering, and occasionally terrorizing my Void Shadows, but none of it is anything they cannot handle or evade." "We have...

With how large Diyem's home was, it made for an appropriate gathering place for their new mission. "Mm. So, this will be some of you... And you." He stared at the other Charizard in the room--Red, along with his pocket of Pokemon, and a Pikachu on his shoulder. "You intend to go to my...

"Maybe!" Owen giggled at that, tail crackling at the prospect. If Mia hatched into something powerful, that would be a good sparring match indeed. ...And probably some worrying implications, but they'd tackle that when they got there. "Let's get some more training in," Owen said. They still...

Yeah, but she's dead, Owen thought to himself. "Right... And even if you don't have Eien, or even Diyem, you guys will have each other. I think it'll work out." He grinned. "It was good talking to you, actually, Mia. It's kind of nice to meet someone else who can see battle in, you know, the way...

Diyem isn't sure what will happen, but he suspects that Blacklight Mewtwo will be the least dangerous while in his Voidlands for the time being. He has been monitoring him carefully, and would alert the team if something else happens. Unlike when he was in Chip's lab, Diyem is able to keep a...

"Uh." Pine thought about it. "Dunno. Sometimes I go into really hard Dungeons, y'know, the ones that exist still. Or I relax and help out in Paradise and stuff. Even if they're weak, taking down some troublemakers is fine." Nanab nodded. "I remember what he said back against that Machine...

"It might be because making a human body isn't the same as making a Pokemon one," Nanab said. "After all, Voices of Life are technically... Pokemon-loyal, if that makes sense, y'know? They aren't affiliated with humans in the same way they are with Pokemon. That could be why." Pine nodded...

"Uh?" "Do you mean... can Voices of Life create human bodies so a Pokemon spirit can inhabit it, or something?" Nanab asked, tilting her head. "I never really thought of something like that before..."

"Mm... Dunno how it'll go," Pine said. "Bone's different, since she had to choose without totally knowing. Kinda the opposite of me, where I knew stuff but couldn't choose." "Soda..." Nanab frowned. "Sometimes, I wonder if Soda used to be like Pine, and... it just didn't work out for him. How...

"I guess. But maybe if they pool their knowledge they'd know more." Owen nodded, then sighed. "But... You know, I think it'll work out for you. As long as we can save Eien and stuff, but... I don't really see Diyem not being able to do that." Owen paused, then looked at Mia. "Do you worry? Or is...

Pine was holding Nanab a little tighter, and she gently curled around him. "Kinda sucks," he said. "I dunno how it even happened. Dunno even if it happened." "Pine..." "Mm..." Pine looked off. "Sorry. Just something I wonder, sometimes." Nanab sighed softly. "Pine... wonders if the reason he...

And there, for perhaps the briefest of moments, there was a hint of discomfort and hesitance. Pine opened his mouth, but no sound came, and he closed it, and Nanab seemed to have gone quiet, too. "My life as a human was alright," he said. "Nothing too crazy. Probably boring stuff to you. Humans...

"Yeah." Pine leaned back. As usual, his expression was inscrutable, but his body seemed more relaxed. By then, Nanab had returned. "Okay! I'm back," Nanab said, sighing in a satisfied way. She grinned. "What'd I miss?" "I told Brisa about my brain defect." "Ohh, don't call it that," Nanab...

Pine's eyes darted around the air just above Brisa. "Three seventy five. Seven fourteen. One fourteen. One eighty. Two forty six." Pine nodded, and one of his claws twitched in a curious way. "Guts. Charge. Thunder Fang. Facade. Electric Terrain... and a bunch of other weird names I dunno...

Pine paused, considering this. Then, he turned his head and looked at Brisa, perhaps considering something, perhaps looking at something that only he could 'see.' "Four hundred eighty," he said.

"Uhuh." Pine was still staring off into space, but a closer look would reveal that his eyes were trained on where Nanab was heading--one of the sites in paradise, inspecting a quarry in progress, it seemed. "She gets me. She gets a lot of the weird stuff I see."