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"Egg Moves... Oh, Marowak must have told you, or someone may have mentioned it, huh? I heard that you guys were having trouble finding moves that you'd be able to learn in those weaker bodies of yours... I'd love to help! You see, I actually have the power to help other Pokemon learn egg moves...

"I have no idea what that means, but if you want to fight, I can!" Owen grinned, and his happy, blazing tail let the rest of his thoughts be known. "Where I'm from, feral Pokemon are... they're different. They look a little different, they can't even talk--or, well, they can, I think, but it's...

"Oh, oh?" The voice was upbeat, energetic, and a little airy, but there she was, Blissey Sunny of the Daycare. "Oh, there you are! Hello, Roselia. Hmm... I don't believe I have anybody under my care for you." She tapped her chin with her tiny hand, then said, "Oh! You must be with those...

The Croconaw nodded back. "And I'm Surf," she said, "and this is my little sister, Turf. Sorry we didn't meet properly until now, um... Brisa." Turf giggled. "That's a funny name." "C'mon, they aren't from this world, maybe it's an alias," Surf said, and then tried to smile toward Brisa. "And...

Near the south side of town, neighbors to Marowak Dojo, was a dated building in the shape of a Chansey's egg-shaped body. The pink exterior led to a snug, but surprisingly roomy interior that held a play room in the back and another room that seemed to be lined with nests, some empty, some...

Reviewed Canis' Hunter Haunted, prologes and chapter 1 for 2 reviews' worth of points. Participated in the 7 day fic challenge for 3 entries (+3 BLECs) Purchasing Useless Lump I guess. Everything before has been logged.

Surf's eyes brightened, and even Turf's did a little. "What? You mean you're another half-human?!" Surf nearly sprang up to grab Brisa by the paw, but stopped herself halfway. "I, er--sorry, I got too excited. Y'see, it's not exactly common, since there's only, like, four humans in the whole...

Soda's mane shifted around and frazzled, and Soda growled, complaining to himself about how long it would take to fix it up. "Yeah, Leg isn't good with talking," Potluck said, "but she's really nice, too!" "Eh, don't crowd around her," Soda said flatly. "If you overwhelm her she'll get all...

"Yeah, we're definitely tough," Surf said, holding up a fist as if to demonstrate. "Being half human can do that to a gal." A phantom of a smile crossed Turf's expression, but she tried to hide it, like she wanted to be sad for the time being. The medical supplies were largely unnecessary but...

"I don't understand any of the jokes but they're funny!" Potluck said cheerfully, his fishtail wagging rapidly. Soda rolled his eyes and passed along another unfinished bowl of curry to Flesh. "Hey, just be glad the team building is working out," he commented, and then felt something crawling...

Maple didn't answer Cynthian, focusing instead on helping Balm head up. She would have offered to use her portals to send Balm along, but something told her that he would have preferred to go there on foot. It seemed that with age came a stubborn sense of independence from that Sceptile, and she...

Compared to their last visit, Team Spice's home in Sharpedo Bluff had a quieter, calmer atmosphere. The wind whistled through the opening of the home from the Sharpedo's stone mouth until they closed it behind them, and Owen trailed in the back of the team of three. Turf was curled up in her...

"Oh, Dialga," Balm replied, looking like he had only half-processed Jaro's information barrage. "I, well... after everything happened with saving the future, efforts went toward rebuilding our world after the frozen environment ruined it. Afterward, I became... an assistant." "Mm... There's a...

Maple looked down, frowning. "Thyme is the father of Surf and Turf," she said. "In other words... I'm sorry, Balm, but he's missing, along with Pepper. We've been searching for them ever since the crisis began. I'm sure you witnessed the Magikarp from before?" "We did," Balm said. "But even...

"It's mostly an assumption," Balm said, his body language looking even more fatigued. "Balm... I think we should get you checked up," Cepa said, brushing off the last of the water that Nate had drenched her with. "Not until I see Thyme," Balm said firmly, then shakily got to his feet. "Where...

"There are... but they may not work when you go there. I suspect that the power I will be funneling into you over time will trigger an evolution whether you want to or not." Diyem hummed. "In any case... you look ready. I can sense as much. So if that's the case..." Diyem raised a hand. Black...

"Um." Cepa glanced at Balm, then at Necrozma. "Well, not really a where, more like a when?" "Not entirely correct anymore," Balm stated, "but it's easier to think of it that way. We are from the future... or at least, that's what we normally would have said before our timelines were separated...

"Hmm..." Balm closed his eyes, his guard finally down enough that he could sit. "I don't know. I only noticed it now that it's gone, but I've felt a lot more paranoid than usual lately, not too long after we arrived. But... not so much anymore. Besides, I'm always at ease when Cepa is by my...

"Hmm, another one?" Maple said, sticking her paw in a small portal like it was a purse. "At this rate we're going to start forming a collection. Still, more specimens might be useful..." She pulled out another jar from the portal and approached the bubble. Whatever it was, it didn't look like...

"...Pain?" Balm said, frowning again. Now that he mentioned it, though, there was a certain lightness to his shoulders compared to a few moments ago. He glanced at the bubble, and then wondered if Necrozma was secretly some kind of... chiropractor. The bubble was fast enough and the slug thing...