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"Mm. I still have some decades to decide," Lugia said. "Ah... to be mortal again. I am looking forward to it... so long as Meringue is able to fill the role before my departure." She shook her head. "I will not allow him to take up the mantle until he is able to match me in a fight."

Owen glanced at Koa. It seemed pretty obvious from all the information present. But even if Seventh wasn't lying, she could just as easily be misinformed and simply believe it to be the truth. But there was something that they had to be practical about. He tried to rephrase it in a way that...

"Making friends, hm?" Lugia chuckled. "I might, I might. As Legends, we are given minds that can whether long, long lives, and part of that is our need for companionship is lessened. But there are lingering memories of a more social life in the past, and it's not as if I'm against the idea." She...

Owen tilted his head, but held his tongue. He shouldn't say what he'd just thought, but--the moment it was mentioned that she'd died of poisoning... Well. It seemed fairly obvious to Owen. "Did you do anything about it?" Owen finally asked. Short, simple. It was really the only question that...

"Time to do hobbies is nice. Has that been helping you calm your nerves? After all, with all of the battles you've been doing against greater and greater foes, it must be difficult!" Pansit tilted her head. "What did you pick up from Leg?"

"Not particularly," Lugia said. "I suppose there is always Kyogre... but those three--the ones who command the land and sea and sky--are more solitary than the rest. They have withdrawn from their duties unless something truly cataclysmic is incoming... And as we have seen with the Meteor Omen...

Lugia was a tough one to read; it was a wonder if Owen spent any time with Lugia at all such that he'd be able to provide insight. "I am looking forward to similar things that mortals do when they retire," Lugia said. "A day away from duty. A time when I am not the strongest for a certain task...

During the course of the conversation, Owen stood back and watched quietly, seeing that the outspoken Koa and the central Tenth were handling what he would have tried. Though he could not help but smirk when Icetales got through to Seventh, perhaps in a way that 'non-nobility' would be unable to...

Owen snorted, eyes and pupils narrowed. "I'm a demon, too, you know," he said lowly. "Why don't you take a closer look at my spirit and see for yourself what I've done." "Now, let's not get hostile..." Buffet said nervously. "We are just guests here. We don't need to disturb the peace..." "I...

And to that, Lugia smiled fondly. "Of course. That, I remember," she said. "A very long time ago, very, very long, I was an Aggron. My name was..." She trailed off, trying to recall it, and then she chuckled. "Well. One day it will come back to me, I think. I'm not bothered."

"It won't be my first," Lugia said, "but I've... forgotten the vast majority of details of my mortal life, you see." She sighed. "So, I will be making another one for myself, in the end. It's a scary thing, but something that I am ready for, I believe. Perhaps overdue... It is difficult for...

Pansit nodded. "That's too bad... Maybe a little bit of socializing can help! Maybe from flowers to some small ferals, and then people! Actually, speaking of that... Do you see anything in particular for your future?" Pansit went on. "At home, I mean, when you return."

"Surrounding yourself in green," Pansit said, nodding. "So, your element? What did you usually surround yourself with, specifically? Flowers, other plants, Grass Pokemon?" She scribbled notes down faster than any other reporter--there was no telling just what she was actually writing. Maybe it...

Cal grinned, glancing down the street. "Yeah... For all of us." Maybe if they were together, it wouldn't be so bad no matter how the rest of the world treated them. And somehow, in a little, tiny way, she could believe it. <><><>

Lugia nodded. "Yes, that, I know," she replied with a solemn tone. "...Do you fear returning home? I imagine you will not be as powerful there... physically or otherwise." Being a Legend, she must have had a lot of experience with seeing mortal behaviors. Brisa was likely an open book to her...

"Well, all right!" Pansit said, tail flicking. "Let's start with the basic ones, why don't we? Tell me a little about yourself! Who is Cynthian... what does she do back home?" The Flygon's eyes were practically sparkling with interest.

Cal frowned. "...I guess so." She sighed. "I think when everyone's gone, we're going to need to stick together more. Because if we don't... I feel like it'll be hard to, you know. Make friends or something. At least if we're together, we'll... have each other."

Lugia made a disarming gesture and paced toward her, finally sitting down. "Only a small and simple one," she replied. "I have an obligation as an outgoing Legend to make sure that the world is in good hands, after all."

The Flygon had a bag of paper under her as always, and then spun and waved at the Roserade. "Great to see you!" she said. "Glad you could make it, Cynthian! I've heard all about your efforts with Team Spectrum the past few months." She hopped, her wings beating a few times until she landed at a...

The winds died down, and the source became apparent--a massive bird with wings like sails landed only a few of her paces ahead of Brisa. A final wave of wind forced Brisa back a pace, and then all was clear. "Good work," Lugia replied, nodding at her.