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Owen tilted his head, and Charizard looked skeptical. "I guess we have different definitions of what it means to be a god... and what it means to bend the laws of nature." He swished his tail. "By that definition, I'm a god."

"Agreed," Owen said with a sigh. "But I don't think it's that simple, either. Where I'm from, it's... a sliding scale. It isn't like mortals don't have godly power at all, if you're defining it as being able to violate nature." Owen brought his tail forward, holding up its flame. "...I wouldn't...

"They, uhhh..." Owen scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Long story short, they kinda... are the ones that need some rescuing. And for a while we forgot they existed. Actually, fourth me used to not believe gods existed at all, or spirits, or, y'know, any of that."

"You could say that." Owen nodded. "So, for your original question... I think I remember enough of my past at this point. I remember enough to know exactly why my Shadow is the way it is. And I also remember enough that I don't need to agree with it." Charizard glared. "I've done enough moping...

"Ehhhh..." Both Owen and Charizard made the same shrugging motion. "Not in the traditional sense that you might be thinking about. Like, I've always been a Charmander or somewhere on that evolution line, for one."

"No, you're right," Owen replied, hopping onto his bed, which had been fashioned into a circle with a pit in the middle. He stayed sitting on the edge, though, so he could still speak directly to Bahamut. His part of the room had been filled with books borrowed from the library on the shelves...

Owen held the book out, but then sighed when he wasn't bothering to take it. Maybe the thousands of years Bahamut lived made his social skills atrophy. "Well, they start off rational and get irrational if he's out too hard. My flame is a pretty good indicator of that. Once it's about... half...

"Nothing ever satisfies you, does it?" Owen asked, and while the annoyance was true, Owen also smiled with it. Both emotions seemed genuine. "It's not dethatched from me. That guy is me. And now I can't ignore it when those thoughts I have are upfront. Now I have to deal with them... even if...

"What?" Owen glanced at his tail, then jolted and tried to hide it behind him. "Oh, um--sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I think it just does that when I call my Shadows to help out. You said I shouldn't be trying to bottle it all up, after all, right?" He tried for a smile, but it seemed to...

"Probably not," Owen answered after a pause, emerging out from one of the rooms which was still empty, though Owen suspected Bahamut would want to find someone a little larger than him to room with. Didn't exactly leave many options open, though... "I saw a few clips of you in that fight against...

Team Spectrum's new shelters were in the Poppin' Arms guild's second floor. Unlike the lobby, which was decorated with doodles and fan mail from all over the world, the dorms were much simpler, with beige walls and a bulletin board on the hall talking about a few incoming events. There was one...

Cino would feel the vaguest sense that Diyem was glaring at him from the aether.

God, what did I do this week? NaNo just started, so there's that... Log down 2k words. Also beta read Amby's fic. And prior to NaNo, I wrote for at least an hour, so I'll cover two of my waves here. I'm undercounting but who cares. Everything before has been logged. For Owen, giving him a +1...

[Tamato > Team Spectrum] But swords are cool. There's this one comic I read back home called Ammonia. It's about a Lucario with orange fur and he wields an Aegislash like a sword!

[Tamato > Team Spectrum]: A place where we can battle for fun?! But... what if we can also gain favor from them and stuff?

Small announcement/adjustment to a core gameplay aspect. This has to do with Critical Hits and Stagger. I have made a minor adjustment to how they trigger, and this technically counts as a buff for all players. "Leftover" Stagger points reset to 0 at the start of that player's turn. In other...

With their investigations complete, the group disbanded, though Maple lingered behind to speak to Chip. "Was there anything else that you saw from these scraps?" "No. But I'll look harder now that we know for sure it's human!" "Mm. Thank you, Chip. Continue your research, but try not to get...

"...The Cosmog is human. Right..." Maple narrowed her eyes, thoughtful. "Could he be the... Hmm. Well. Humans are typically found in the time of crisis... But Buffet would have told us about that." She frowned. "Yes. Perhaps investigating him would b a good idea. I have a few other things to...

Chapter 67 – Out of Control On the eighth sublevel of Quartz HQ, all Nate could feel were the distant rumblings from above. It was such a strange feeling to have all this activity going on. It was exciting, in a way! But then again, he was starting to wonder why Eon wanted him here in the first...

"I'm afraid we don't know what attacked us specifically. It happened so quickly that most of my team had been knocked out in the middle of our travel to this world. It was in transit, right at the edge of this reality, that we were attacked. It happened..." Maple frowned, looking at them. "Not...