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"If Starr seems only slightly surprised that they would be behind something like this," Maple said, "I suspect they were quite scary." Maple hummed, thoughtful. "Do they go by a name? Is there anything else you know about them? How about others on your team? Perhaps you can communicate to them...

"Yeah, uh, Bahamut, don't you remember?!" Surf called immediately, running toward him as the crowd cleared the way. "You were, uh, you were scheduled for a surprise match after the last one was over! Right?" The Incineroar announcer at the center of the stage seemed surprised at first, but then...

A bright and loud arena greeted Bahamut, even though by now half the seats were empty. However, there was one person in the arena who seemed to be looking directly at Bahamut with an odd glint in his eye. "What's this?" called a magnified voice. "It seems we have a special visitor just as the...

"Still haven't caught up with everyone, huh?" Owen asked, sighing. "Yeah, I guess after everything, you should focus more on resting and all that..." He stood up, stretching. "I'm glad that we were all able to get through it safely, at least. Maybe later we can get together and plan our next...

Owen nodded, grinning. "Right. Sounds great to me!" He sighed, looking lighter than before. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a fight now and then, after all. Outlets and healthy, productive uses of it, and stuff." Though, speaking of her Shadows... "Yeah, and about that, your Shadows... In...

Cynthian couldn't make heads or tails of any of the scraps, but Starr's synopsis worried him. "Then humans are doing this? I thought Darkwhite was behind it all..." "Darkwhite..." Maple frowned. "Do you know anything about this... interdimensional organization and a Mew, Starr?"

"Thank you," Owen said, his voice quieter than usual. "I'd... appreciate that. I don't want to become that monster again. It's part of me and I'm never going to get rid of it, but... I can at least keep it down. Turn it into something more productive, you know? That's sort of how I wound up...

Several curious eyes looked toward Bahamut during his walk. Being so large, he already attracted a few eyes, even among fully evolved Pokemon that walked the same wide halls, but it was how different and luminous he looked that also contributed. "And the winner is Balm and Cepa! A decisive...

It was a relief to feel a lack of terrified eyes on him. He nodded along, saying, "That's one reason I meditate. It keeps me even and calm and steadies my aura, or whatever the equivalent is here. It helps calm that need to fight. Fighting on its own is fine, and as long as I do it only a...

"Starr?" Maple asked. Starr, let me see through your eyes for a moment, Diyem said, like he'd sensed that spike in emotions all the way from Veritas. Starr would feel a presence in the back of her mind, almost as if Diyem was mentally over her shoulder. ...R? It's a letter. That seems...

Owen could tell, and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to say anymore. But he'd already let it out, and refusing to elaborate further would probably just make Brisa fill the gaps in with something worse. Maybe. "...I lose it when I battle," Owen said. "When I battle too much, I mean. There's...

Maple reemerged from the lab and scanned the relatively small crowd that had gathered with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "I suppose the team is mostly busy touring Destiny Village or continuing visitations to Treasure Town, hm?" she said, frowning. "No matter. This will do. There are at...

Owen's eyes remained neutral, but his flame betrayed him and crackled near the end of Brisa's quiet rant. "Why can't you just stop," Owen repeated like he was speaking of an old friend. "You like to fight. It's... part of you. And you're in a team where not a lot of them are the same way. You're...

Owen seemed to understand, fiddling with his flame and seemingly 'scooping' off a stray ember or two to dance around his claws. "I guess that's true," he said. "Even back home, I have a lot of people worried that I might lose it if I don't focus. That's why I meditate so much, actually. It helps...

Owen smiled a little at Brisa's commend on friends, though the way he smiled suggested he was treated it as a given rather than a revelation. Unsurprised. Though, as Brisa continued, the smile became something of a pensive frown, and he finally asked, "What do you mean? Curio, Starr... I don't...

"Oh..." That was very different from how Owen had been treated. Sure, he looked a little odd, and behaved a little oddly, but he still made it into one of the best career paths in all of his world. He had a team, and a family that supported him, and sure, maybe he was in danger of dying now and...

"Well..." Owen scratched the back of his head, thoughtful. The conflicting expression seemed to be more one of trying to phrase himself, rather than anything that troubled him of his past. "Hmm... I guess I did. My adopted mother is a Gardevoir, for one, but..." Owen laughed a little. "Well, I...

"Oh, yeah, a little," Owen said with a nervous chuckle. Seeing that he had everything taken care of, he sat down against the wall and curled his tail in front of him. "I guess I should explain the difference since everyone's world seems to be a little different. Where I'm from, there are two...

"Ah! Thank you." Owen sighed, taking the bowl and pulling his backpack over to the front of his chest to slip the bowl in. "I really need to try using my other senses more. I get kind of self-conscious of it in public now and then because, you know, coming off as feral and all that..." He rolled...

" . . . only time I forgot something. Like, you totally forgot stuff before, so don't think this is a me thing! ...Oh, sure, because that's what the difference is." Someone was talking to... apparently someone too quiet to hear down the hall. The voice was getting louder and the voice was...