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If Treasure Town was the economic centerpiece of the Grass Continent, then Shaymin Village was the spiritual centerpiece. Fields upon fields of green blades covered every inch of the mountains of Sky Peak, a great and segmented Dungeon that went all the way from the mountain's base to its tall...

Jefferson watched, its attention fixated mostly on the berry, and then at Zane when the berry went away. Finally, by some strange miracle, or perhaps because it finally realized what Zane was trying to communicate... it nodded, mimicking Zane's motions the best it could.

After being given some proper food, and the Shade delicately nipping at it before going for a more ravenous approach, it listened half-attentively toward Skara. The first question, whether it preferred berries or Pokemon, it had no answer to, and tilted its head. Perhaps it did not have a...

Jefferson hissed and lunged for the Oran when it slipped inside, and then curled around it. Its face enveloped part of the peel and the pulp, pulling it inside in little bites, as its body relaxed. The strange thing was indeed eating... And it seemed a little calmer. Just a little.

...Zane, they don't have a face to smile with. Jefferson continued to slither about in the jar, pressing against the walls, and it didn't seem interested in doing anything else.

"Bidoof disappeared a week ago," Maple said, "and Pine and Nanab haven't returned any form of correspondence in two days. I don't think we should wait any longer." "What I don't get," Soda said, looking irritated, "is why I wouldn't see anything. I'm a freaking Zoroark. I should have seen...

There wasn't much of a reaction coming from Jefferson one way or the other. It simply stared at the lid, then at the berry, and hissed lowly.

Several days passed without incident. Spontaneous searches throughout the Grass Continent turned up nothing, and perhaps by chance, the team was not able to find this mysterious Shadowed village at all. There were several reports of Pokemon looking a little antsier than usual, particularly in...

Owen nodded, though at this point he plopped onto his rump and took a breather. Little trails of smoke still drifted off of his body. "Yeah," he said. "There are a lot of ways to battle, even against extremely powerful opponents... Sometimes, smarts and teamwork and misdirection is how you beat...

Owen released the Protect, which in turn made a plume of delayed smoke and heat rise into the sky. Owen had several scrapes and wounds on him, most of them from Brisa's attack or stray strands of electricity, and he knew that his offensive power, while flashy, was not like some of the others on...

Owen took it. The electricity ran through his system and her bite pierced his relatively soft scales. He crossed his left arm in an attempt to conjure a Protect, but he seemed to have done it too slowly. But that was what he wanted to do; once Brisa had come close enough to him, Owen smiled...

You can't be serious. Jefferson hissed and butted its head against the jar again, showing little care for Zane beyond the fact that he was getting closer or further away. It did not have a proper face or mouth to smile with, let alone lips or eyes or even a nose. It did, however, take interest...

"Ghk--!" He wasn't expecting a Radiant retaliation so suddenly. golden bars blocked his path and surrounded him on all sides. Wave upon wave of gentle but debilitating electricity ran through his system, and his legs locked. His arms refused to move properly. So not only did Brisa predict his...

The Shade hissed a few times from within the jar, trying to burrow its way into Zane, but he was fast enough that only some of the Shade had gotten into him. It seeped out in the form of ethereal smoke, leaving no wound behind, while the Shade itself bled from within the jar, still angrily...

Diyem watched in awed silence, having no idea whether he should let Zane go about his business or warn the others that he was pulling another Zane. He elected for the former, for now. He could always just say he happened to see him too late. The Shade on the ground hissed and weaved past the...

Oh? She was letting him? Well, if she wished. Owen grinned mischievously and shifted his stance to run left; he made absolutely sure that would be the last image Brisa would see of him, aiming to trick her mind into assuming which direction he would go. A second after feinting left, Owen...

Owen kept it simple for now and took the crackling snaps of electricity, but then returned fire with his orb. It ruptured near Brisa, not a direct hit, but Owen could only hope that it would be enough to blast her sideward and gain him some extra time to form another. He was keeping his battle...

"Sure. Now you can watch and see how Brisa moves," Owen confirmed, and then took a few steps back to give Brisa and himself some starting distance. "I'll be going to Fire again so the matchup is fair," he added to Brisa, and at the same time hardened his feathers until they were back to orange...

Much like Owen himself, it seemed that the way he carried himself in battle depended on the mood. Without fighting back being his immediate priority, Owen switched to a defensive battle style, weaving and blocking the attacks that came his way. The icy strikes in particular he knew to be wary...

"Yeah, though if you want it to be a little easier on you, maybe I can start off with, um, you know, something easier?" Owen closed his eyes, waved his tail behind him, and then shifted colors. Scales to feathers, orange to green, flame to flower--and standing before Icetales was not a...