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"Aura and tuning it properly," Owen said. "It sort of has to do with how you can resonate with the technique, and if the TM is compatible with you, then it'll awaken the technique within you!" He turned to Olive. "Right?" Olive grinned. "I have no idea! We just sell it."

"A jar with a--" Maple stopped channeling her light energy to stare incredulously at Necrozma. "You can't be serious. We can barely see it!" "Maple, do you not have such items at home?" Truffle asked, descending the stairway into the Bluff's hidden home. "Ah, and also, what exactly did I miss?"...

"Right, where do you want me to shoot? There?" Maple aimed at the strange, shadowy thing, or at least where she thought it was, but the thing immediately slithered to the left instead, hissing loudly. It fired a beam of darkness directly into Maple's face with impeccable aim; because Maple...

"You don't know how? Not even a little?" Plum asked, leaning forward. "Hey, now, c'mon. They're, eh, they're not from here, you know?" Olive said gently. "But, brother, they're TMs! Everyone knows how TMs work!" "But they aren't from here here," Olive whispered, and suddenly they went under...

"What... what are you talking about?" Surf said to Starr. "You're just attacking the air!" Meanwhile, the strange creature twitched and curled up, searching for a way out. Despite this, its body seemed too badly beat up to move well, and instead hissed when Celeste approached. "Careful," Maple...

The thing flailed again, jabbing and thrashing at Starr, but then came Brisa's attack. The crackling electricity made the creature pause and turn its head, if that was a head, toward the incoming blast. And for a moment, Starr would hear it make a strange noise--a growl, no, not a growl, a...

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"Well, maybe in your world," Owen said to Cabot, happily taking a Protect TM from Plum. "But what if they have advice for how things in this world works? You said you didn't know what aura was. What if there's something we don't know? My world... I remember it having aura. But it might work...

If Maple noticed, she wasn't showing it in her expression. "I'll make one for you as well. Come. No time." She carved a line through space and tore it open. The rift depicted the horizon that the stony Sharpedo eternally overlooked, and she passed through.

Maple frowned. "Now that you mention it..." Suddenly, a beeping sounded from her badge. She looked uneasily at Necrozma, then pulled it out. "Hello?" "Mellow collapsed in the dojo," Truffle said through the badge. "Something happened at Sharpedo Bluff. I'm on my way there but you may be faster."

The slug felt like something between water and gelatin. Her claws tore into the shadowy thing and it flailed and writhed in response. It hurt--its attacks suddenly felt like acid which jabbed and thrashed and bludgeoned against Starr. The attacks themselves were weak, yet they felt like...

Maple smirked, though she tried to hide it. "Well, I suppose if that's the case, the feeling is mutual, now isn't it?" She toyed with the satchel around her bag. "...I can't expect you to trust me, and I imagine your leader expects the same. Perhaps we can open a dialogue some time... and see...

Finally! At least one of you imbeciles listen! The strike rang true, and when Turf was distracted by the call, the phantom's hazy body weaved out of the way of Starr's attack. But Turf didn't move away in time; instead, the phantom looked back in a flash of horror as Turf was struck. Turf...

Maple said nothing, but she did nod. "That's also possible. But... I have not met your leader. I have no way of knowing what his motivations are." A pause. Then, "...Can he hear you now?"

"Possibly, possibly," Plum said. "You know, if you're unsure, one thing that a lot of people do if they're part of the Guild--and I suppose you are, for now--is ask Chatot for advice. He's very knowledgeable, you know, being the second in command at the Guild!"

Truffle emerged from the nearest room. "What?" he called back. "The Bluff?" But when Mellow collapsed, he spread his wings and swooped over her. "I'll be on my way! Warn as many as you can!"

The Astonish stunned Turf, and then the fire and electricity that followed from both sides left her with no way to dodge, let alone with stand the flanking onslaught. She wailed, and the shadowy haze around her, still shaped like a Totodile, roared and lashed out randomly, leaving huge gashes in...

"Hm." Maple nodded, though she gently pressed the ball in Necrozma's hold a little closer, easing the light in so he'd get used to it gradually, even if it was a push. "I don't think you're worthless," she said. "Far from it. You have sense to consider your circumstances. ...I'm suspicious of...

The blast stung and broke something in Brisa, but compared to the Gyarados from before, it didn't hurt quite as much. Still, another hit would make it hard to stand up afterward. And there was something peculiar about this strike, those strange shadows, that made it hurt just as a Mud Shot would...

While Cabot lamented the loss of his easy TM, Plum returned with several more strange, prismatic disks for the others. "We've got a lot of what you're asking! Frost Breath, Blizzard, Shadow Claw..." "Well, it's good that most of our stock in the back survived," Olive said. "Helped that we got...