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"He did, hm?" Lugia asked, peering down to take a closer look at him. "Hmm... I see." She rose again and made another gesture for Meringue to follow. "Considering your cheer, I assume he spoke highly of me. That's good. I always wondered if he was the sort to badmouth his masters when speaking...

Lugia didn't acknowledge Cabot for quite a while. She raised her wings, made more sweeping motions, and Meringue followed them like a Combee followed its queen. Lugia's body glittered and shined against the sunlight. Scales of silver, marble, and sapphire covered her body; without the Shadows to...

Unlike the beach south of Treasure Town, the beach at the Mystery Continent was anything but pleasant. Harsh, cold winds kicked up chilling ocean mist and choppy waves of a dark ocean. The sand was gray from the stone that it was made of, rather than the traditional beige, and made for a gloomy...

Chapter 68 - Quiet “Big Brother? What happened to Mom?” Klent wasn’t really sure how he wound up in this situation. In some twisted sense of irony, he was the Grass Guardian again, at least temporarily. And not only that, he was taking the form of the very person who had killed him. He had to...

"I'll think on that. Maybe we can set up some kind of bait and ambush..." Owen sighed. "Well, er--anyway... Thanks for the talk. Do you want to read that Pyroar book? Might be helpful, since I don't think you're used to... being flesh and blood-like."

Owen looked like he had been, before the chuckle, actually considering the request. "...Well, do you think she'd take the opportunity?"

Owen shrank a little. "Er, yeah... I guess I can take a page from this guy." He gestured to Charizard, whose arms were crossed. "Learn a thing or two about being stoic. But. Kinda hard with this." He gestured to his tail. "Though, I almost put it out if I concentrate hard enough. Kinda like...

Darkwhite, just there, and they all kept their cool? And Darkwhite didn't obliterate them? "But... she beat me up pretty badly," Owen said, recalling the times he'd left imprints on the ground. "And Celeste, too. What's up with that?"

"...Ignoring... her?" Owen said. "As in, just, even if she's right there, ignore her."

"I heard about it, yeah," Owen said. "I don't really know what I can say for Cosmog, though. And I don't really..." he trailed off. "Well, I don't know if I'll have a lot I can provide that's useful right now for that whole thing. But I'm starting to wonder what Darkwhite's... deal is. Like, did...

"I doubt it," Owen said, frowning. "The whole reason Diyem sent us in the first place was because he wouldn't have been able to get here on time. But, mm... Well..." No, he couldn't really theorize further there. "About that, actually... Are we sure Darkwhite was the one who made that machine...

On the far end of the hall of the dorms, as far from the lounge was possible, was the study room. There were no board games here, no darts, no Sky Jukebox, and perhaps to some, no fun. But it was here that the quiet, insulated walls allowed for deep concentration, meditation, and learning. The...

"I guess so," Owen replied skeptically. "But I dunno, I guess I got the wrong impression. You, uh, well, I don't really think you should be beneath any of us, either, but... some of that kinda... radiates out and it feels like you disregard what everyone else is saying. That's where it comes...

Silence fell upon the room. Charizard stared at one of the chairs, silently lamenting that they were probably going to have to trouble someone to get it replaced. So Bahamut was a god who wanted friends. Owen's flame dimmed, whatever ire he had felt washing away into something between pity and...

Owen glanced at his Shadow, who nodded in reply and made a sighing motion. "Right, okay," Owen said softly. He hated confrontation like this, but if they were going to work as a team, he still had to come to a mutual understanding with Bahamut. Not an argument, but at least an understanding...

Down the hall of the dorm rooms was a much larger room that was a communal meeting room where all guildmates and otherwise can meet up to chill out, as Pop called it. Board games, dart games, and various other recreational furniture made up a small portion of the floorspace here, along with...

Like you almost did? Owen thought to himself, though he knew not to say it out loud. He was starting to gain an understanding of how Bahamut thought, and he didn't like what he was seeing. "Then your idea of a god also means they need to be powerful. They can't just Teleport or manipulate time...

"How much energy does the food you guys eat have over there?" Owen said, squinting. "Having a personal fire constantly burning wastes... way too much energy. You only get so much from metabolizing food, y'know?" He frowned, looking pensive. "Different worlds, sure. But as far as I can tell...

Owen frowned disapprovingly at Bahamut. Despite not claiming himself to be a god, he clearly treated himself like one... And so once again, Owen brought his tail forward. "Back home, there's research into the nature of the world, and Pokemon are a distinct kingdom from the rest of how...

Sorry for the delay, but here's the current lineup for Front Liners unless they step down or others ask to hop in! Front Lines: Owen will probably be Support once again, though I'm not against joining if there's an empty slot. Doubt there will be, though. 0: Starr 1: Brisa 2. Mellow 3: Jaro 4...