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Owen looked at the blade, then at Mergo himself, frowning a little. "Catching me at the end of my training, when I'm not even expecting a proper fight, huh?" he asked, smiling. "That's smart, too, isn't it? ...Well, sorry, Mergo, but... I think I'll surrender this duel right at the start." He...

That light in Truffle's eyes was flickering again, even more than before, like an illusion that was finally disappearing. Perhaps Ionys wasn't the true master of those after all. "Leg..." She pressed against him again, quiet. "...I apologize for... frightening you. I must have gotten carried...

Maple, silent through it all, gave Truffle a small glance, the same glance that Truffle recalled from Ionys the night before. Perhaps their spirits were tied in more ways than one. "...It was none of your faults," Truffle replied. "I was... merely fighting at my best, was I not? And I had more...

"I certainly wouldn't think so," Truffle replied to Luz with a small chuckle, placing the book down with one of his feathers as a mark for where he'd left off. The moment he did, Leg hopped onto a nearby beg and then onto his; Zinc was about to protest, but Truffle subtly moved a wing, allowing...

After taking some emergency treatments in the Colosseum recovery wing--where Leg and the others hadn't been allowed--they were informed that Truffle had stabilized and had been taken to Poppin' Arms to continue his recovery. They remarked to Brisa and Icetales that Truffle's performance at the...

And to this, Owen paused, blinking. "It..." He stumbled over his words again, and then stared at Mergo in disbelief. "Y... your hero's aura faded, and that much time passed for you? Five whole... summers, so that's like cycles, or years..." Owen brought his wings down and squeezed his toes...

Owen blinked, tilting his head in the way that was always so easy to read. Maybe it was out of courtesy, because he could so easily read others. Or maybe it was because this Owen--compared to the one Team Spectrum spoke of--was still soft and bright and ignorant of whatever hell was around his...

"Perfect." Owen hopped back and and held a single hand forward with a devilish smile. He snapped them, and the doll in front of him abruptly exploded from its core, sending bits and pieces flying everywhere. But the arm of this doll smacked into the doll to the back on the nose, where the second...

"It's more fun with lots of toys," Owen said, flicking his tail to the left. "I like putting them in really specific poses. Over each other, facing each other, maybe sometimes on their back..." He flicked his tail to the right. "And then I make their heads explode! Wanna see?"

The Mewtwo rolled his eyes as Incineroar got to his usual cheers and rallies. He really was good at that sort of thing... "You were clever to suggest this anonymously," Giovanni said, floating with relative ease above them all. "I thought this was a reward for good behavior. But a battle in the...

Owen adjusted himself until he was sitting with crossed legs, curling his tail forward like a campfire between the three of them. "Shadows don't normally stay emerged like this for as long as you have. Not for all of us, at least. Do you mean that Nate has always felt this way, inside?" He...

"Hey, Mergo!" Owen called, wiggling his rear at Mergo as his tail flopped like a casual wave. His eyes darted around the dolls again, checking each one for the final time. "Like what you see?" Owen added, finally glancing back.

Ten Substitutes lined themselves up in strange ways around one of the training rooms, each one with a head that glowed oddly. That wasn't natural. Crawling around on the ground, tail up, eyes focused, was a Charizard. His wings were folded back and his orange scales were covered in a thin layer...

"Nate can't be like you," Owen repeated, scaly brow furrowing at the phrasing. "...Can't as in, he can't afford to be like you. Is that what you mean? But the fact that somewhere inside, these feelings exist... Do you know why?"

"Nate," Owen said sharply, thumping his tail on the ground enough to shake the sand beneath the Marshtomp. "Let him speak. You only have to deal with this for a week, after all, don't you?" He and Wishkeeper turned their attention back to the inky Mudkip. "Nate doesn't seem to be externally the...

"Y-yeah..." Cal looked down. "...Well. I hope the other person you're from can find... some way to..." She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, hey! You have a family here, now. Something tells me we're gonna be a lot harder to get rid of." One of her embers shrank, like a wink.

To that, Owen frowned. "Well, if that's the case, would you be alright if I called you Nate instead?" he asked. "If you're a shadow, what are you a shadow of for Nate? It's okay; we won't be mad." He made a telling glance at the tangible Nate.

Denied, and if pressed, Kate would find that Maple warped her to the shallows of the Destiny Village rivers. Lugia seemed willing to do this, figuring that if the preferred form was one of a Lugia, then he may as well learn how to emulate one. Xernatus seemed to be in better spirits; after...

Leg followed after them without hesitation, worry in her eyes. She hopped onto Brisa's shoulders, and then her back if she ever reverted her shape. Leg murmured to herself now and then, but her words were too soft to understand. Still, it seemed like she'd been off her game to begin with; maybe...

"Maple... sacrificed a lot of power to resurrect me in a new body, and it still wouldn't bring me back to a place I'd died in. Most worlds make it pretty hard to bring someone back once they've died. Natural balance crap." He glanced back at Destiny Tower. "Even here... only large portions of...