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Once again, Giovanni did not reply. The Mewtwo instead turned another page. No reaction, no interest. None had been truly presented, after all, and Giovanni was still maintaining control of just what would be enough to get his attention.

Owen curled around the bed and nestled his snout into the material, making several snorting and puffing noises. "It's even flame-proof," he said, voice muffled by the fabric. He poked his eyes out from the lumps of bed and looked at Dave. "Everything alright?" he asked as his tail thumped once...

"You need me around?" Onion asked, though he wasn't advancing. "I think we'll be okay," Cal replied, following Luz. "Alright. Be careful." He started back, though his body language suggested he was going to linger. "Mmm..." Cal shook her head. "The skies seem really thick here. Are you sure...

Sky-high, a shadow briefly washed over them in the shape of two great crescents. The mon in question was flying through the air, dodging and weaving out of the way of several Dark beams of energy. Occasionally, he barrel-rolled away and shouted something at his pursuer, who stopped and gave a...

"Oh? And they sent you for that?" Giovanni didn't even look up from his book. "Or are you here under no authority and talking out of whatever place your kind spew waste?" He turned the page.

They made quick work of the rest of the travel, idle chatter passing the time. Onion talked about their usual travel routes, the strange Charmander sightings in what little remained of the Amp Plains Dungeon, and of course asking how Cream was doing in the Mystery Continent. Apparently, to most...

Giovanni was reading a book as always. This time it seemed to be one about cooking, though it seemed like he was just looking at the pictures. Or he was an incredibly fast reader. His eyes flicked upward once, tared at Vix, and then flicked downward again. He said nothing.

Near the middle of the street of houses was a medium-sized home suited for accommodating Pokemon that were reasonably large, but nothing larger-than-life. This made things mildly cramped for Wishkeeper, but otherwise more than suitable for the residences who ultimately decided to settle there...

"Hey!" Onion said back, stopping only once he was a few paces ahead of them. "You guys made good progress! The place to Zeraora's rumored abode isn't far from here... But, you're sure you want to go?" Onion's face turned a little grave. "Adventurers have tried to travel here before, and now that...

"I don't know if that's true anymore," Cal remarked. "Owen used to be the same way. Same life over and over, the duties and the reciprocation from those he trusted, but it was all... I dunno, it was a mask for what they were keeping from him. And once he found that out--just a tiny little...

"Easy to stay good... if you get good back, huh. That's true..." Cal hummed. "I guess if Owen was always mistreated or something by those he helped, he might, you know, stop doing that. Kind of like the things Bahamut says about the way he was treated in all the worlds he visited. Or... how...

"...I dunno," Cal replied simply. "I guess I want to help people and, like, do something with myself... but I dunno if I have the same kind of ambition that Dad has. And I dunno if he wants the power he has back home, either. The Wishkeeper half of him definitely has those responsibilities and...

They walked, as instructed, for quite some time, and Cal eventually spoke to break the monotonous boom bursts in the sky. "I thought this was gonna just be some aimless wandering before giving up and going home," Cal said, looking back to see her light footprints. "We've probably been walking...

"I won't hold you back?" Cal asked, and then, after some hesitation, she nodded. "A-alright. I'll come with you. Besides, we're supposed to be really durable. This should be no problem for us!" Sour, amused, said, "If that's your choice, then continue north at a walking pace. I'll be sending...

"Um." Cal shifted her weight again. "So, you're saying I probably won't be able to come with her?" She looked at Sour. "Well... it won't be very safe for a Charmeleon like you. I could send a guide to help. My youngest sibling, Onion, knows the way to where Zeraora is rumored to be watching. He...

"Well." Sour's eyes widened at her boldness. Cal made a small tittering noise and added, "Y-yeah, uh, I just wanted to go sightseeing. Sorry if that's, like, against the rules here or anything." "As long as you don't overstay your welcome," Sour replied. "But finding Zeraora is no easy feat...

"We... aren't." Sour's eyes flashed with an odd light. "I don't really know what to make of Pokemon like you. Cream really knows how to find strange friends..." She approached until they were closer than usual, possibly a social adaptation due to all the thunder. She was a lot bigger than Cream...

A jolt of electricity struck the ground far from Luz, but certainly close enough that it would have been deafening for any normal Pokemon, but for them, it was just noticeably loud. "Yow!" Cal hopped back. "What was that for?!" "...That wasn't us," said a voice to the left. "That is just the...

The thunder answered her as usual, which could have been the masking they used to discuss with one another. "Um, we know Luxray Cream?" Cal called. "She said we could speak with you! About! Zeraora! Maybe?" By now, she'd reformed her upper body and made sure her head was attached properly...

"Choosing... who to be," Cal repeated. "...R-right. I..." Something about that made her even quieter. "I don't know who I'm supposed to be, either. Maybe that's also why I wanted to come with you for this. I mean. Seeking out another Zeraora when you're just like one... If only I could meet...