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"The sun is lovely. I enjoy its light. Its warmth." Necrozma's core pulsated like a beating heart. "As for the team... there were rumblings of meeting at the guild. I chose not to go. Didn't want things too crowded."

Much as Xatu had done throughout their short exchange, Necrozma was looking up into the sun when he sensed that familiar aura approached. The red and orange triangles in his core glowed a bit brighter than normal. In his mind's eye, all he saw was a wall of flames and his outstretched, trembling...

"Mmm. Well, different world, different rules." Necrozma backed away from the tent. "See you around." And he floated away. <><><>

Necrozma was at the dojo for a few hours before he wandered toward the marketplace. <><><>

The moment Xatu said it, Necrozma’s core slurped up the light ball with an audible schlorp. The red and orange triangles sparked. “I see.” He looked at his arms. “Yes, I feel something familiar. From a better time.” Necrozma bowed to Xatu. “Thank you for the assistance.”

“I was not able to save the people most important to me back home. That’s all.” Necrozma squeezed the light ball. “Any other questions?”

“I did.” Necrozma looked at his right hand. “I’ve seen how drained the most basic attacks leave us. Healing a few people at once would be difficult. Possibly take me out of the fight. But, for someone as useless as me, it’s a necessary sacrifice.”

“It requires the other three elements: endurance to withstand your enemies’ blows, stamina to draw upon healing energy, and metal fortitude to patch wounds up.” Necrozma looked at the orb. “I tried to meditate and reclaim the power, but it didn’t work.”

“Raw power, stamina, endurance, and mental fortitude.” Necrozma wasn’t really expecting a philosophical debate. Though could it really be a debate if he was the only one making such statements.

“To help the team.” Necrozma’s shoulders sagged. “I’m not much of an attacker these days. What little power I have is best spent healing and shielding those who are stronger than me.”

How convenient. “May I request your services, Mr. Xatu? I really need that power back. Morning Sun.” The orb smoldered in his hands.

Ah. A xatu. Necrozma wasn’t sure what he was expecting. It seemed this one was a ‘mon of few words, too. “I need some help. I’m part of the group that fought the giant magikarp last week. I was hoping someone could help me regain a power I lost.” He looked at the light ball. “I think mortals...

Try as he might, meditating in the dojo with his light ball didn’t help him reclaim the power he was hoping for. After a few hours, Necrozma floated dejectedly through the town, looking for any hints that could help. He eventually sensed a strange energy from a tent resembling a xatu and...

Necrozma heard Celeste's comments about Dialga and felt whatever passed for a headache coming on. "I'm going to... excuse myself. There's something I feel I should practice if we're going to go out into the field again." He turned and floated off in the direction of town, heading for the dojo.

"Apparently the cosmos see mew as a punchline no matter where they dwell," Necrozma mused. He sighed and shook his head. "In any case, it sounds like you are going to this, erm, 'guild' place that Potluck mentioned to me?" Necrozma didn't really know what to make of it. Mainly because he knew...

Necrozma traced an "X" into the sand and pressed down on the middle of it.

"How old are you, exactly?" Necrozma's voice was flat as he looked at this mew. Stars above, it was an eerily similar sight to back home.

“Excuse me? You travel through time?” Necrozma said. He looked around. “I’m afraid that’s beyond anything I can truly understand. I’m just going to say you traveled for afar.” He turned to Maple. “It seems like traveling Pokémon are the ones getting into predicaments? Is there a way for your...

That was discouraging, but not entirely unheard of. Protracted exposure to an adrenaline orb could create such paranoia from what he’d seen. “So, you’ve been traveling recently?” That was important. Sushi and Sashimi has also claimed to be traveling from what Truffle told him. “Where did you...

Possession? That’s what this was? Necrozma tucked his arms into body. His core flickered erratically. He hit his right temple, trying to keep himself focused on the present. He couldn’t think about her. She wasn’t a problem here. She wasn’t— “Lady Celebi, might I ask what you and your friend...