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"That's awful," Owen said, thinking about what it would be like to be in a world where Pokemon were 'weak.' What did that truly mean, though? Owen wasn't sure how that translated. Weakness... Relative to humans? Relative to here? Still, it seemed too broad of a question. "You mean you're moving...

"Hasten the process..." Owen frowned, thinking back. "I think I know what you mean. I've, uh... Not important." He shook his head. "That's noble of you, after everything you've already tried. Though, I get the feeling there are a lot of people who don't appreciate what you're doing, since, you...

The Charmeleon nodded and brought a hand over Cal's back once Wishkeeper set her down. "It's no wonder you were looking for a way to avoid it."

Owen hopped back, expecting it--the talk about crushing some thief was still in the back of his mind--and steadied his footing. "You were dreaming, or having some kind of psychic vision," Owen said. "I think... it was through your perspective." Wishkeeper returned with Cal in his arms, still...

"Tss--" Owen winced at the sudden jolt, the psychic vision abruptly dissipating. Cal was curled up in a little ball, knees to her chest, as she stared emptily forward. Owen glanced behind him, at Wishkeeper, who nodded and drifted toward Cal to pick her up. Owen, meanwhile, cautiously approached...

"And you're ready for this?" Lugia asked, staring down at the much smaller Lugia before her. "Mm. I am." Meringue flexed his wings, beating them a few times to keep limber. "It's just one sparring session to practice up. I'll show you what I can do after my training." Lugia smiled a little...

Fear, naturally, was what grasped at Owen's chest, and he took a reflexive step back. But then he saw Cal next to him, her whole form quivering, and something welled up inside of him. Cal, Owen thought, unsure if this apparition was real or not, or if it would be real enough for them, within...

[Soda > Team Spectrum]: the fuck why are you doing this im tryna sleep. why am i even in this group. [Maple > Team Spectrum]: Because we're part of the team as a whole. Did you sleep through the explosions? [Soda > Team Spectrum]: what explosions. your wakeup system? you bet i woke up to that...

Cal stiffened and stumbled away, falling on her rear. She wanted to cry out, but for some reason her voice had caught in her core. Owen, meanwhile, felt his heartbeat quicken, but he closed his eyes and kept calm. The psychic force pressed into him and crept into his senses. Was that what...

Owen tried to concentrate, he really did, and tried to clear his mind. It was unintuitive, but he knew the feeling. He'd done it so many times before. Cal was less familiar. She had probably not inherited memories or knowledge of those things, and she eventually gave up. Getting bored, she...

Owen flinched, as did Cal, but they said nothing in response. Owen crossed his legs and Wishkeeper withdrew completely. The Charmeleon closed his eyes and cleared his mind, breathing deeply. Cal tried to do the same, but without proper lungs, or a brain, or much of anything else, she was mostly...

"We've actually been considering that," Owen said. "But just as another possibility. We don't really know for sure." He settled onto the beanbag with Cal. "I did thank them, though. I can't imagine what it would have been like if I really was the one behind it, though..." Another sigh. "I think...

Owen and Cal dove under a beanbag and, partnered up, hefted it over so they could sit near Bahamut. While carrying it, Owen explained, "A Charizard attacked Destiny Tower. The attacks were strong enough to take out huge chunks in the wall, and a lot of Pokemon were badly injured, but we were...

"There he is..." Cal sighed, looking back. In a few minutes, Owen arrived next, looking partway relieved, and perhaps a little annoyed. "Getting some rest?" Owen asked, approaching quietly. "I guess I can give you a rundown of what happened, now that... most of it is over."

Wishkeeper nodded. "I want to take a walk around. Enjoy... my freedom. I feel as if for a time, there was a risk that I would not have been allowed to wander the streets on my own." He looked onward. "I also want to find a few people who aren't here to make sure they're okay. Bahamut, for...

"No," Shield said immediately, squeezing his paw firmly. "She's... There are a lot of things that I've been wrong about. But not that. Not Sword. I know that's her." "How can you be so sure?" Wishkeeper asked. Shield gently brought a paw to his aura sensor. "I know what Sword feels like...

"They are doing well," Arceus replied. "I do not think they are involved at all with this incident." "You don't have any omnipresence to detect where that Charizard may have gone?" Arceus shook his head. "The Blacklight distorts my vision. I cannot tell." Cal whispered to Wishkeeper, "Geez...

Shield looked at his bag, frowning. "...I keep it here. I can't... wear it most of the time, too--too many memories to have it around my neck. But I can't get rid of it, either..." Wishkeeper nodded, though he said nothing. It seemed reasonable from an emotional perspective... "I didn't even...

"Tell me something new," Wishkeeper said with a wry smile. "I'm a bit of a cosmic plaything. I've resigned myself to this fate long ago."

Even Wishkeeper broke into a little smile. "I suppose that's one way to prove it," he said, but noticed Maple's expression was still one of concern. "Mm. Right. But that still leaves something for us to consider. I do not believe Mia is lying. Why, then, the inconsistency? How did Owen get an...