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Owen frowned, looking Mellow over again. He nodded and followed her away, taking a seat just off the path where a few plants were. "Say, Mellow," he said gently, "have you ever taken on meditation exercises or anything like that?" It was an odd thing to open with, but he had a few ideas on what...

"...Uh, hey... Mellow." Owen wasn't stealthy anymore, not that Charizard had that going for them to begin with. He looked down at Mellow and regarded her with an air of caution, but then squinted as he tried to get a closer look. "...That's weird... my Perceive isn't telling me anything is off...

"That could be it," Diyem muttered. "Or some fragment of her, but I do not want to take any risks. It does not 'feel' like Eien. Perhaps derivative." He closed his eyes, thinking back. "Yes... I remember. Xerneas, the one we've come to know, is not a Shade as we know them. It's more likely...

Diyem made a rumbling sound that would have been appropriate on a Feraligatr warding off an annoyance. He searched for the words, started a few times, but stopped. Then, after the third try, he said, "...Do you know what it is like... to be unable to feel positive emotions without pain... and...

"I've been through worse," Diyem replied with a hint of bitterness to his voice. He leaned further against the vines and grumbled. "Like I said, it is an embarrassing episode that I can only hope to move past by ignoring it. I haven't spoken to Xerneas ever since that meeting and..." He trailed...

Diyem regarded Nate with perhaps an analytical stare. He flicked his tail toward Toast, who snarled and rolled deeper into the forest, and then Diyem took a seat on one of the chairs that had been overtaken by shadowy vines. "Lingering embarrassment has sped up my recovery," Diyem replied...

"It was suggested that I take up a hobby. I've been trying a few things. Owen suggested baking." Toast rolled off of Diyem and flopped around on the ground. "I'm trying a different hobby. I also tried gardening. A few of these plants are my work. That one is the one I put the most effort in."...

"This is Toast, yes. Say hello, Toast." Toast spat a dark crouton at Nate, which smelled burned. Diyem stepped away and gestured inside, revealing the home that had mostly been converted into a self-contained jungle thanks to Mellow's handiwork. "Would you like to come in?"

Something slammed into the door and snarled and growled at Nate from the other side. Then came a few annoyed curses and a firm kick, which resulted in even more snarls. "Go away, you useless--" "Rah!" "Nnnngh..." The door slowly opened, revealing Diyem on the other side. Munching on one of...

"Potluck would definitely love a fight," Owen said. "I think it'll distract him from things going on right now. He's an interesting fighter, though. You'll want to be careful." He rubbed his nose, thoughtful. "He only attacks a little before it goes all at once. It's kind of like me, but..." He...

Owen guided them to a good spot near the colosseum away from crowds but still near enough to hear the audience as the next match was getting prepped. "I think some of God Squad is still looking for a good fight," Owen said. "Could also consider taking on someone from Poppin' Arms, too. Ho-Oh...

Everything before has been logged.

"I, uh, I think all three of them might be a bit much," Owen admitted with a titter. "I don't really know if they're interested in getting involved in any of this anyway... Hey, I heard you guys were hungry. Did you guys want some of the food I didn't get to yet?" He lifted a small package of...

Heavy rumbling shook the ground, and it was starting to become a familiar foot pattern again. In came Owen, grinning widely at them. "You guys did great!" he said, flaring his wings triumphantly. "I was really worried at first. That was the closest match I've seen yet!"

Not much new information was provided, only that the far isolated regions of Mt. Freeze were largely untouched by the crisis. Buffet doesn't know. They are neither in the Overworld nor anywhere easy to check, which means they could be sealed someplace that Buffet can't access, or they're...

"I would hope so," Lugia said with a smirk, even as she turned her attention to the stunned audience. Hesitant cheers slowly gave way to more enthusiastic ones as Incineroar rediscovered his rhythm, calling for the match's official end and official result. Meringue looked somehow crushed, but he...

Owen sighed, nodding. "I'll do my part, too," he said. Though, he could only hope that the exchange between Puddle and Bahamut would go well... He had other leads that he could possibly follow, depending on who turned up. "I don't really know if I want to be hard on people in that way, but...

Despite his enthusiasm, Owen's new size and generally intimidating features only helped to frighten some of the refs, and Owen backed down to let them decide what to do. They were looking over blurry footage and rumbling with one another on what meant what and who fell when. It wasn't until the...

A massive thunderclap fried several of the cameras; glass shards and scorch marks littered the sand and dirt that covered the area, despite the water that flooded through the rest of it. Incineroar looked up at the vitality sensors, then down at the sand that finally settled in the arena...

"Was that it?" Incineroar said in a low whisper, waiting for the dust to settle. He was being pelted by hail and yet it didn't look like he was bothered at all... And then, from above, booming thunder smashed into Starr--the attack was so sudden and so overwhelming that she'd been dropped right...