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"Humans... aren't Pokemon. Humans don't fight. Pokemon fight, and typically Pokemon fight for humans otherwise." Cosmog glanced toward Mellow, then Starr. "At least, that is how it usually goes. I believe I remember that very clearly. Humans battled one another by proxy, with Pokemon."

"Mm. A shame." "I mean, I guess if yours happens to be around..." Meringue shrugged. "Maybe you could try befriending it anyway, or something? Couldn't hurt if we get some of them on our side..."

"Mm. Of course." Lugia nodded. "Those Shades... How come everyone else seems to think they're friendly?" Meringue asked. "I heard that some of them even understand what you're saying, and can reply to yes and no questions. It seemed like... Apparently they don't even know the situation...

"I haven't found any reference images," Cosmog replied simply. "Maybe later I will. Right now I'm more interested in getting things back than recalling things I already know."

"I see," Lugia said, frowning. "Well, I hope this doesn't result in you losing yourselves to those things somehow. After all, we don't really know... what will happen with those, do we?" She shook her head. "Do be careful."

"The Shade that possessed me... is within that stone you're holding?" Lugia said, scowling. "...I do remember you were the one to land the final hit against me that released my corruption. Well, one of them..." "Those things are terrible," Meringue said. "I can't understand why you're all...

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: Wow! Human technology, here? Could it be related to those ruins on the Air Continent?

"Come in!" Owen called. Owen's room had finally been set up. The shelves on his side were lined with books that he apparently planned to read through, as well as a few manuals that looked like fighting guides. They even had pictures. "Oh, hey, Dave," Owen greeted. He was on his belly, tail up...

"Another Charizard. There must have been a sale." Cosmog sighed, placing a bookmark between the pages and closing it. "Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to answer your questions. I don't even remember my name. I was hoping to find memory recovery methods in this book, or something to...

"Oh, wonderful. We should start a club." Cosmog didn't even look up from his book as he used one of his pom-poms to turn the page. Similar to Dave, it irritated him to no end that it was possible for him to do that, yet it happened, and he wasn't in the mood to question how or why.

"Capture them... Of course." Lugia eyed the stone curiously, warily. "And you've been gathering those Shades in them like pets, then? I believe I heard something like that before..." "Do you guys hunt them down or something?" Meringue asked.

"We were recovering," Lugia replied with a nod. "Well, I was. Corruption was one thing, but I was also severely weakened by trying to resist it all that time... And as you know, Shadow injuries tend to last longer than typical ones, even with healing. I do not know what they did to me, but... it...

"Hmm..." Lugia nodded. "And Shades are not appearing very much in Destiny Village for now, which is... good, overall. But we need to keep a watchful eye on the area regardless." Meringue finally had the strength to stand, and Lugia looked toward the Cranidos nearby again. "Was there any other...

"She heals herself?" Lugia repeated, though despite being a question, she also seemed to have known this to some extent. "And you don't really know if there's a limit to it, either. If we could find a way to exhaust that healing, we could stop her... But until then, we can only suppress and...

Cosmog was enjoying the silence and inwardly frowned when Mellow entered. He was braced for her to try to interact with him somehow. Charmander... for some reason that species filled with with annoyance. Perhaps that was an old memory. But... she didn't try to. She was, like a normal and proper...

"Never better," Meringue croaked. "I suspect we will be seeing her later," said Lugia. "Unfortunately, I'm not sure when... or how. We should certainly corroborate something to lure her and get more information. She was not very strong against you, after all. Is that correct? Hmm..." She sighed.

"Hmm... I don't understand her." Lugia sighed. "Then again, what is there to understand from someone so inherently chaotic? Is it all just a game to her...?" She narrowed her eyes. "Hello, Meringue. How was training?" Meringue collapsed into the sand and didn't bother to move.

Owen nodded and bowed politely. "Be seeing you. If you ever need a quiet place to hide out, maybe we can find some out-of-the-way spots to relax." This training room had been quiet, and Owen decided if he was going to try to take some of Nate's advice to heart, he'd also try some of that...

Nate was kinda cute, but Owen decided that to keep his tail flame alight, he'd be better off not saying that out loud. "Yeah," Owen said. "That one, though I don't think we met the guild's leader just yet. Apparently he's Marshadow S'more, but I think he's out on a mission or something."

Owen looked up at the stone, or tried to while it was back on his head, and grabbed the wedge for it. "Here," he offered, and then with his other hand grabbed a wedge for himself, eating with habitual politeness. The stone didn't seem particularly hungry, but perhaps out of similar politeness...