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Whatever Lauchs was saying, it didn't seem to completely register with this twisted Typhlosion. His growling became louder, and eventually it stopped at around the time Lauchs claimed to be a good listener. "...Every day... it is a new complaint... You're one of them, aren't you? I am tired of...

Garchomp smirked at this, shifting her stance for an easy dodge. Yet the moment she did, she was briefly blinded--orange cinders obstructed her view, and a small amount of it got into her eyes. It was just enough to stall her escape and the shards hit their mark. Garchomp flailed and swung...

"Giving me... trouble...?" Typhlosion opened the door a little wider, revealing that his entire abode looked mostly normal, aside from the black flames that speckled the walls and the floor. It probably used to be normal fire. "The only trouble I'm seeing..." The ground rumbled... "Now, we...

As they all shuffled out, Maple made it a point that she'd be the last one to leave, and then followed them out. "Um..." But Meringue still had something to say. "Hm?" Maple glanced back, stopping at the exit. "Who are you, exactly? I don't really... remember you as part of Arceus', you know...

Garchomp had too much momentum, but despite this, Dave's words still were enough to distract her enough to snarl in his direction. But her attack didn't stop. Shk! Owen's eyes bugged out; the claw missed its intended mark, but it still jammed deep into the lower portion of the Charmander's...

Another ethereal clang echoed across the marketplace, and by now several onlookers were watching what was happening, yet none of them knew how to interfere. A Bibarel wobbled toward Arbok and managed to get her to safety, but Garchomp was radiating such a menacing aura that nobody knew how to...

Garchomp snarled once she was back to her senses, but then slashed at Owen, who had been a little too close, on reflex. That, too, bounced off of the golden shield that had bubbled around him. "Dave?!" Owen said, looking back, but they did not have a whole lot of free time to think. "Dave! Get...

"Feel free, but be careful," Maple said, glancing toward Bahamut. "An unknown foe is the most dangerous sort. One wrong move could lose even more of our numbers. We can investigate as many places as we can, but we will only have to retread ground when we have better resources. Still..." Maple...

Meringue still seemed unsure, but he sighed and leaned back regardless. "Right..." "You're still tired," Maple said. "Don't worry about any of this for now and trust that we will be working for you. Rest." "Okay, okay." Meringue waved a wing dismissively, then settled down. "Just be careful...

...I am good at recognizing what destroyed them.

Maple frowned, humming in thought. "Well," she said to Cynthian, "while that's true, and I can make portals so individuals can travel to different locations quickly... I am hesitant to split your group up too much. You are not very strong on your own. If you are picked off one by one..."...

"Hmm, perhaps you could join Truffle," replied Maple, looking to Bahamut. "And I could also go on some flights, if needed..." "Oh, you're a Smeargle with Fly, too?" Meringue asked. Maple nodded, "Yes. I have quite a few moves, and acquired several more from the Legends of the Mystery...

Potluck's expression briefly darkened into something like a wince or fear, or perhaps both. "We... tried," Maple said. "And it is possible. But... we will not be doing that again with Potluck, no." "...I take it he went berserk," Meringue said, but realized that perhaps even that question was...

Both. Some are missing, and the remaining ones are evacuating and taking refuge in Destiny Village proper. Hrm, yes, I found the list. As of now I have noticed a distinct absence of the Regis, Lugia, Rayquaza--the rulers of Land and Sea as well, in fact... "Ahh, a wonderful time to meet...

Chapter 61 – Enemy of The Enemy Rhys found himself on his back with an aching pain on his arms. At first, he thought it was because more of Anam’s rot had gotten to him. Then, surprised he was alive at all, he looked down. His fur was intact and his flesh wasn’t falling off. That was a good...

Potluck's tail wagged, kicking up a few lighter objects behind him. "So these... possessed things," Meringue said. "Those are... the same things that I heard are corrupting Pokemon with an illness?" "...Hmm. When you are feeling better, I will explain that in more detail," Maple said. "But...

"Oh, yeah! That's one of my special abilities!" Potluck grinned with his eyes, and then stared at Bahamut. "Watch this!" And then, suddenly, his eyes flickered across several colors in rapid succession, each one corresponding to a different element. "Pretty cool, huh?" Potluck asked once his...

The timer was short. Garchomp ignored Arbok, who had fallen unconscious, and made a mad-dash for Dave, the one to make the most noise in recent memory, which might have only been the past few seconds. "Dave!" Owen shouted. He had perhaps a second to react.

"...Is something bothering you?" Maple asked, noticing Bahamut's gaze. Potluck was busy trying to feed Meringue, despite the fact that Meringue was probably well past adulthood mentally. The small Lugia growled and grabbed the first Oran. "Thanks, but I can seriously feed myself."

"Teleportation usually has a flash of light, and a portal, you would see them pass through." Maple tapped her chin. "Can you Teleport quietly?" Cynthian suggested. "No, well, yes, but... Lugia are part Psychic. They would have sensed something like that. Meringue?" He shook his head. "No, I...