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At first, there didn't seem to be anything of the sort that could be said. It wasn't until Keldeo approached Nate and gave a more thorough description. As it turned out, a Mewtwo like that had been seen, or something that might have been him, not long before the giant Pokemon. However, it seemed...

Pansit nodded. "I'm glad that you're able to find some joy among your team. That's very good!" Pansit said. "Now, how about . . . " And the questions continued, with Pansit asking about little, simple things about the team, and despite how trivial it all seemed, she seemed to earnest and...

"And here we are again, folks, but this time do we have an extra-special battle for you! We have the Team Spectrum regulars and her allies--Brisa, Starr, and Astrid! In this three-on-one fight, they will be battling a truly powerful foe... The Legend ready to retire, but not without a great show...

"Right..." Owen rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Cal's gonna be really upset. She was just remarking about how she liked being my size..." Owen tossed the ball to Brisa and guided her on how to 'recall' him so she could practice it--just in case. "And, Brisa..." The shining dragon...

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: Hi guys, um... I think I evolved again. [Image0.png has been attached]

Owen brought his hand to his chin next, thoughtful. "There's an old technique I used a really long time ago," Owen said. "It combined some energy manipulation I've had thanks to the help of someone I knew--Storage, Bestow... with the basic idea behind Mimic, which I used to know... and it let...

He dodged and weaved and did everything he could to avoid and graze past what Brisa was going for, but her attacks were simply too accurate. He winced at a grazing shot from Brisa's first hit, but then quickly swiveled his head around, having lost Brisa in the chaos. He felt her to his left, but...

"I think you can," Owen said, but then he did something strange. He gestured toward her, and a golden light channeled from him onto Brisa, revitalizing her. Owen, too, looked revitalized. There was a glint in his eyes just then, and a smile twitched on his face. "...Could that...?" He nodded at...

Despite everything, it did not look like Owen was trying to deceive Brisa. He was as lost as she was, in a way, and they both wandered together in this strange dance. The occasional hit did not bother Owen; his Demonic form was far away from him, and so his defensive measures were solid. He...

Owen weaved to the left, dodging it with his usual grace. He often dodged the first attack, but Brisa was ultimately much faster, and followups forced his Protects. So far, nothing seemed abnormal with the routine itself, but still, the stance was wrong. Owen usually readied himself in one way...

"...That's just it," Owen said, slowly getting to his feet. The flame on his tail didn't look like it was ready for battle. But it also didn't look afraid of battle. White sparks surrounded the dark shadows. Owen stared at Brisa like they'd just met. "I don't feel like letting loose." Then, he...

"I didn't want to test it so soon," Owen admitted, looking up. "I can't believe how much he said because we just..." He shook his head and dismissed it. He returned to meditating. He still didn't feel calm. There was an itch, and not just one for battle. In fact, he didn't feel much of a need...

Owen nodded. "I do. I think we should talk to Diyem first. Just us. See what he thinks. Then we can tell the others... This is one that everyone should know." He unclenched his fists. He still didn't feel right. Talking about it was supposed to make it feel better, but there was still this...

"Fast?" Owen asked, but then thought back to her other proposals. "To be honest... I think I already know everything I need to from Soda." He looked down. "Maybe he'll cooperate more if I'm around, but a lot of it is adding together. I guess confirmation would be nice. But if we're going to...

"Oh." That one in particular broke Owen's thoughtfulness and he glanced away. Some of that old Owen surfaced again, looking embarrassed. "Er, about that..." He slipped a hand into his bag and pulled out a capsule, showing it to Brisa. "...I already have one for myself. I realized it's better...

"I don't." Owen shook his head, not dropping that smile, as he turned his attention to his feet. He curled his flame around, where a little black ember bobbed around in the orange. Perhaps that was Wishkeeper, or perhaps that was just his permanent Perceive. "There's no telling what will happen...

Complete and utter silence, but Owen's expression didn't change. He, indeed, knew. But perhaps that also was why he was puzzled--puzzled that, despite knowing this, Brisa still came here. Alone. "...Diyem doesn't know, either," Owen said. "It's something not even he can see. I've never spoken...

"I see, I see..." Pansit seemed particularly enthusiastic. "Your elements are at odds with one another--how does that work? Your Poison and his Fae elements must make things difficult to manage at times. How does it work?"

"I heard about that," hummed Pansit, nodding. Her eyes seemed to glimmer with ideas. "Well! Thank you for telling me a little about your team, Cynthian. Was there anything else that stood about them? Any cool strategies? Relationships? Is there anyone you might have a crush on?"

Pansit nodded. "It seems that the Shadows manifest in odd ways depending on who it is. Some they don't manifest at all. Others, it's very pronounced, and they must truly work for it to stay stable. Are there any who seem to have great Blacklight, but harness it anyway?"