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All air and sound seemed to disappear from the atmosphere around the Isle of Light. The Hyper Beam's sheer luminosity made the sky look dark as night by comparison. Someone warm stood by Brisa's side, someone who had taken no Protect Orb, but instead crossed his arms and formed the strongest...

"Well... typically that isn't the case," Buffet admitted, frowning. "In fact, that was one thing that had me convinced for a little while that your patron was a Voice of Life. A powerful one, but a Voice nonetheless... After all, Maple is also a powerful Voice, even if I'm... puzzled by how...

"Er... Rayquaza." S'more closed the interface. "I should go. This... may require my assistance if this does not go well. Goodbye, take care." He nodded, and then sank into the ground, his shadow dashing for the depths of the guild. <><><>

"Oh! Well, this isn't my real body, no, not at all." Buffet shook his heads. "You see, when I manifest in the physical plane, I need to take on a form that's familiar. If I were to try to manifest as something akin to my true form, well, it might scare the poor things that I try to meet! Or they...

(( A SUPERNATURAL cranky Mudkip that contributed to punching out triplegod )) "Ohh, I see." Buffet nodded after placing an order for a large slider pan in addition to a platter of onion strings. The metrics used were worryingly large. "Well... How can I phrase this... I suppose, one way to put...

"May be a while," S'more said with a solemn nod. "The specialist I was considering is currently occupied with another of your peers, in fact. Though it's not my place to talk of the details beyond that. I'm not aware of them all myself. But perhaps later I will set you up with someone."

"Oh, that'd be wonderful! You know, it might be the body I chose to take the form of, but I can never quite get enough food! And there's no use talking over an empty stomach. Please, lead the way!" Chatty one, too. Buffet cheerfully followed after Nate, and after being shown their table and...

"Right." Owen seemed convinced that as long as they were careful, they could at least try to escape quickly if it went badly. They had badges, after all. If they had to, they could warp away--is what he told himself. But that took time. There was no telling if Rayquaza would be faster, and with...

The Hydreigon in question rose a little higher and spun around, careful not to knock anybody over in the hubbub of the very popular stand. "Oh! You must be Nate," Buffet said with his usual cheer. The fact that he remembered him at all either meant he was very sociable--Voice, after all--or he...

Truffle was unconvinced, but he also didn't press. "If you ever have need of me, feel free to contact me on my badge, yes?" It was the least he could offer after seeing what had just happened. The strong reaction, the evasion, Truffle could only assume it was a replica of a relative. Someone...

"It is curious," S'more said. "Owen apparently speaks to his Shadow regularly. I do not think he is a standard outcome, but perhaps we can learn a thing or two from that for Team Spectrum's sake..." He sighed. "Well, in any case, I wish you well. If there is ever anything you need of me, do...

S'more tilted his head. "Pretty sure we'd sense a Deoxys," he said. "Hmm, that's quite odd. But it's more likely that some aspect of Deoxys formed in the back of your mind, and that's how it 'followed' you here. Deoxys is not literally here... The one from your world, at least... Hmm. But the...

"That's Rayquaza..." Owen looked back, worried. "Can we approach that right now? Are we... are we even able to stand up to that? We didn't get the full team! We can't--" "Be careful," Puff said, looking toward the others. "Does he look corrupted?!" "I don't see any Shadows," Owen reported...

Chapter 75 – Descend He’s supposed to be dead! Star could barely run. Barely focus to fire an Aura Sphere, or anything, at what Anam had become. The sight of Owen and Eon being consumed by the wraiths had left her not knowing how to feel. Disbelief—that was all she could feel. That this had...

S'more, conflicted, glanced between the Shade and host. "I imagine Tari has your best interest in mind," he said, "...but it is also worth noting that, whatever he may be afraid of, that is far and away from Cibus. From what I understand, you are just yourself here. And, simply put..." S'more...

Owen panted, still just a Charmander. Everyone else was evolving so why was it taking him so long to get that done?! It was being a late evolver all over again and he knew that wasn't even true! Must have been some kind of curse. Maybe he could spend some time later just training up. They ran...

S'more frowned. Things were certainly not fine. But it also wasn't his place, and he doubted he had the time to look into this right then. With a nod, he said, "Be sure to approach someone if you find something new. Would you like me to set you up with a memory specialist, by chance? We have a...

S'more frowned. This Shade had taken on a very powerful identity, despite Cino having no recollection of it. He should probably mention this to Chip and the others later. "Hmm, memory recollection," he said. "I do believe we have a means to restore some of that, if you like. If it's possible...

Hey all, I have some announcements. First off, the big one: this round has been delayed by a week due to various scheduling issues that were told to me in public and private. I don't do this very often, but there were enough people this time that it was warranted. Note that the incoming plot...

S'more paused. "Shiny, triangular rock?" he asked. "Why, that sounds quite a bit like... mm. Well. It may be a mere coincidence, really." Different worlds made for different rules, after all. There was no telling what it could have truly been.