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“Honestly, I don’t know either. It would be impossible for there to be two of them where I’m from as well. They insisted upon Maple referring to their older counterparts as their master, but I can’t tell if that’s for accuracy reasons or if it’s just... adolescent angst? Or... something else...

Celeste noticed Bahamut over on the far side of town, in the bluff. Really, Bahamut was hard to not notice. He’d changed a lot since Celeste really had a chance to talk to him, at least physically. Celeste wondered if that change had affected him mentally, too. Celeste walked over to the bluff...

Logging 2 hours of writing and maybe a few tears.

“They wouldn’t be the first pair of higher beings we had to fight. Plus, they probably don’t have anyone like Pepper and Thyme fighting alongside them, too. Sounds more manageable to me...” Celeste did have one concern: Could a Ho-Oh from this world revoke his blessing for the Ho-Oh of this...

Potluck’s gift... He had complete fluidity of typing? Celeste had known they’d all had gifts derived from Arceus, but this was different. This seemed to him like Potluck had Arceus’ blessing, on the same way he had Ho-Oh’s. That Potluck could have a gift of Arceus’ personal power was... awe...

“Bahamu- So you did have a name after all!” Oh wait, if Lugia was awake... was he supposed to bow again, but for real this time? Whatever. Even back in his home, Lugia had never been one of the stuffier higher beings. Even if his worlds customs carried over, Lugia was probably one of the ones...

Celeste took his badge and lifted it to his mouth. “Hello? Can anyone hear me? We’ve got a h- We’ve got Lugia with us. They crash-landed on the bluff and are unconscious. Hello?”

“I-Is it just me, or did someone just crash-land here? Looked like a particularly large Wi-” Oh. Hold on. If the illustrations he’d seen were to be belived, that was Lugia. Huh. Celeste had pictured them to be a lot larger. He approached Lugia and bowed politely... before realizing that they...

“T-Thank you. I... I think I’ll stick to using this in emergencies, though... I don’t want any more accidents.” It was a little odd getting reassurance from someone half his size, but it was nice enough anyways. Either way, plenty of Vulpix never evolve at all, so that made it less weird than...

He shut his eyes tight. “Focusing. I’m focusing. Well, I’m trying to.” Eventually, the glow faded from his eyes. “I still feel kind of funny, but I suppose this is an improvement.” Celeste suddenly became very aware of how he was curled up on the floor. He had done that? He got up, still...

Celeste was shaking. “What do we do? Do you know what’s happening to me? I’m scared. This is bad. There’s something bad happening. Something’s wrong with me. I feel... all wrong.”

“Wait. No. S-Stop this. What are you doing? What did you do to me?” He curled up into a ball. He tried not to cry, for even in his uninhibited state, he did want to retain some dignity. Diyem? Help. Make her stop. Make her stop what she’s doing to me.

In some part of Celeste’s brain, Diyem’s warning meant... something. Whatever. He had more important things to worry about, In the moments before the attack, Celeste tried to move out of the way, but the light followed. He was struck, and felt frost creeping over him, making it harder to move...

As Astrid began her attack, Celeste saw a beam of light extend from her to the spot he was standing. After waiting long enough to ensure she’d fully committed to the attack, he stepped to the side. The Weather Ball flew through the space he had been standing, but missed. He grinned and winked a...

The weather ball hit Celeste. He was overwhelmed with disappointment. But... when he opened his eyes, everything looked different. It seemed like the trees had streams of light hanging from them. A few moment later, an autumn breeze dislodged them, and the leaves followed the paths marked by...

Celeste shut his eyes and focused on his horn. “Before we start... try to hit me. I want to see if my sense is back.” His horn shimmered with light for a moment, but he couldn’t see it.

Most people would’ve gone to the dojo to spar, but it was already in use, and Celeste figured fighting inside of a building seemed rather uncivilized anyways. Instead, he headed to the woodlands. He hadn’t actually checked to see if anyone had wanted to come with him, but he’d make it work...

Logging 2 hours of writing.

“I’m trying it. I hope it manifests itself in some sort of disaster sense.” He reached out to accept the gift as well. “We should go try it. Anyone else willing to give this a shot?”

Celeste’s eyes lit up. “Could I use this to get my disaster sense back?” Diyem, if we’re going to do this, we’ll need all the help we can get. Not like you can help with all this yourself.