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"Where Brisa's from," Owen explained, "she's used to more or less... being stronger than pretty much everyone else. Has to do with being part-human, y'know? Self-augmenting energy. But Dave's right." Owen placed Shady back on top of his head, where it wobbled and balanced on the shiny, scaly...

Owen followed along and looked at his stone. "Hey, Shady. What number am I thinking of? Wobble the number." Shady didn't even bother.

Owen frowned, sensing there was something he didn't know about Brisa. Ever since Jesse had been brought up... A Delphox, right? Well, a human who became one... But Owen didn't want to pry or make assumptions. "Hey, it's alright," he said gently.

"I don't think so," Owen said. "I mean, he seems to know when I'm upset, and it seems like he understands what I'm saying, but I never tried to deliberately send thoughts to him before. Maybe I should try..." Owen hummed. "Well--either way, I don't think it's like... direct mind reading. It's...

Logging a bunch of writing due to NaNo. Also, backlogging some chapters I forgot to say I published. SE7 and Chapter 97, for a total of about 22k words. Everything above has been logged.

"Oh, this is Shady!" Owen held out his hands, flat like a stage, and the stone rolled off of his head and onto it like it was a trick. "We've been finding Shades here and there for a while, most of them on the Grass Continent, and instead of killing them, we've been hanging onto them for...

"Buffet wasn't even able to help during the Dark Matter crisis," Owen said, nodding at Brisa. "Because Dark Matter was another opposing force in the world, they couldn't really interact directly with each other. He was weakened at the time, practically at mortal strength at Dark Matter's peak...

To the side, as God Squad prepared to depart, Potluck nodded at Bahamut. "I think Arceus is gonna do that now for the Legends who can leave. We might go into total lockdown in Destiny Village like this! It'll be like a big Legendary slumber party!" -- Owen, meanwhile, was listening in on Brisa...

Maple looked to Truffle and Soda, and a mutual understanding between the three of them resulted in a simultaneous nod. "Alright," Soda said. "Looks like I'll be bringing Flesh back home and then Truffle and I're heading out to investigate. We'll report back if we catch even a hint of Shadows or...

"Last I checked, he had no stories about a Necrozma," Maple said to Bahamut. "I suppose you can take a small comfort in that." "Hmm." Marshadow's wisps drifted to and fro. "It may still be something worth looking into later. Karat is very reclusive, and not very keen on speaking of his past...

"They do. It is commonplace in human worlds, though it is mostly used as a species codependency. Pokemon help humans, and humans help Pokemon. Team Rocket, however, is the dark side of such relationships." Maple hummed, thoughtful. "We will need to be careful." "A taller Mew that could...

"It seems there are," Maple replied with a nod. "You are from a very faraway world, are you not? Perhaps they are few and far between, but Team Rocket appears in quite a few worlds, it seems... I am not as familiar with them. Human matters tend to resolve themselves."

Diyem, meanwhile, finally replied to Bahamut. I've been looking for signs of another Dark Matter as well, but have had... little success so far. It might be hiding within a distortion, one that many Legends live within if they chose not to live in Destiny Village. I will keep looking, as per...

Despite this, it seemed that S'more did not seem very fazed by this revelation. Perhaps, as the leader of Poppin' Arms, he had been made aware of this aspect of their team? After all, Arceus knew. And if the books in the library were anything to go by, he and Marshadow had worked together to...

The team glanced awkwardly between one another, and then Maple sighed. "Well," she said. "...You." She gestured to Team Spectrum. "Ah, hello? Is everything all right in there?" called a high, masculine voice. It sounded like it was coming from a small body, though all that came down the hall...

"AHHHHHHHH!" "Oh for fuck's--" Soda rubbed his muzzle, pressing his claws between his eyes. "Great. He has company." The not-Snorlax bounced once, and the whole building seemed to shake. "Yep, I'm happy for ya too, buddy," Soda replied. "Just remember, inside voice." "AHHHHHH..." "Good...

"Nah, just Flesh and Maple," Soda said. "I'm totes a Zoroark. Leg here's a Mimikyu, and so on, yadda yadda. Though we did pick up native names to blend in more. Before, we had names more like what Maple's true name is." "Mm. I've already told a few others," the 'Smeargle' replied. "My real name...

"Oh, right. Flesh." Soda gestured toward the gigantic Snorlax. "Yeah, that's not his real form. The reason I'm always hanging around the guy is because I'm keeping up an illusion. His real form is too off-putting to have out in public right now. Like, we were thinking about doing it for a while...

Owen nodded, and Shady hopped a few times in farewell. "See you soon." Owen mentally went through what he knew of Dave from the past month or so to figure out what he might enjoy for breakfast. He didn't really know what a good roommate was like but he supposed he could start with that. <><><>

Owen laughed a little. "Nonsense tech, huh?" he said. He wondered if Dave was still obsessing over how his paws were able to pick things up. Then again, now that Dave actually brought it up, that left Owen wondering the same thing. He had taken it for granted for so long... Owen lost the mood...