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Zeraora seemed relaxed, maybe bragging at first, until Luz phrased her question in that way. After that, her countenance had changed completely, stone cold and dutiful. "That won't be a problem." She crossed her arms, eyes closed, and the thunder was nearly totally absent. "...It was an...

...So, um, hi, Cal here. Luz and I are in the Amp Plains right now, and-- Oh! How is it going? Fine, Dad. Anyway, we're talking to Zeraora. She has Blacklight in her fist--don't worry, she's fine, but she got it from some meteor in Lush Prairie. You know, where our Cores were found... A red...

"Well, I figure it's nothing that abnormal," Zeraora said, shrugging. "I was in the Amp Plains and saw something falling through the sky. It was clearer weather, got lucky, and you can usually catch a feel for disturbances in the air when you're always working with it. Whatever it was, it was...

"Yeah, Shadow trouble. But I've got it handled." She held up the paw so she could see. "Had it since this Blacklight crisis began. I'm kinda used to it. And I've got it perfectly under control, too. Took a little practice. Lost my mind a bit. But that's all done and behind me, now. And if...

"Sociable?" Zeraora let out a single, sharp laugh like it was lightning itself. "No, I'm not. Never was. When I ascended to this form, I gave the furry god a nod and a farewell and he was fine with that." She shook her head. "I'm a lesser god in this world, no huge responsibilities, just a hand...

"She's the closest—I mean, you're the closest that she has to an ancestor. She's gonna use some of my body to form up again, by the way." She quirked a brow. "You can do that?" Cal nodded. "She just really came out all this way so she can have a sense of... I don't know, identity. I think...

"Can you say that again?" Cal whispered back, staring at her feet. "Oh? So you can still hear her." "Of course I—What do you care? You tried to kill her!" "Hey now, I gave fair warning. And I know you guys are durable." She shrugged, nonchalant, as the thunderclouds quieted further. "So, what...

Luz could see, barely. It was hard from such a strange angle, and her vision seemed blurry, too. Or maybe that was because Cal's embers were encircling Luz to hear her better. Thunder boomed again, and then footsteps... Cal spun around. "Y-you!" "Tsk..." It was a wispy, airy voice accented by...

CRASH! Luz would feel the strangest sensation of electricity stabbing painlessly through her body, and then, perhaps for the first time, the faintest sensation of a dull pressure somewhere that counted. It was fleeting, but there, and then it faded away. Luz's body, however, had been...

Owen's expression seemed to get even more remorseful, but he shook his head at that. "No, I can't," he said. "I can't read minds. I can't read your spirit or anything like that. It's just your body. Muscles, bones, blood. The... stuff going on in your brain is just too minute for me to detect...

Owen looked between them all, particularly at Brisa, who was listening attentively. He wondered how much Brisa had already figured out, and if she was just tolerating it because she knew him. Better late than never, he supposed. It was bad enough keeping this such a secret... "I can't really...

This is a thread to post any offscreen activities that your characters have been doing with one another or with NPCs. The format is generally informal and you can discuss in the discord what things have happened in advance with other players, but when it comes to NPCs, there may be some things...

"...No, I don't," Giovanni said, and finally he looked a little irritated, perhaps at himself. "Only that I feel something is missing. Incomplete. In... an abstract way." Giovanni held up his hand. "I feel that I am at my best. I am at my greatest power yet. And still, something... is missing."...

As she left, Giovanni huffed under his breath and looked at the next main dish. Some kind of steak and seafood. Overcomplicated. Plating looked a mess. "There is something that I'm missing," Giovanni finally said, just as Vix was a little away from the room. He must have been pressing the...

"Oh, I know precisely where I am and what I intend to make of my power," Giovanni said, but then it seemed that he was losing interest again. The book floated in front of him. "Is that all you wanted to say?" And again, the pages turned...

"Maybe we can set up some space for them, too," Owen said. "This is a pretty big room, I think. They might have been expecting Pokemon around my size for everyone..." Owen shrugged. "Cal doesn't like sleeping alone, so we'll be sharing our space. I think we can figure something out for the rest...

And finally, to this, the Mewtwo closed his book and floated it behind him. "Power," he said, "is everything. For all of the meaningless platitudes you all share... for all of the hopes and dreams you hold... all of the ideals and beliefs you uphold. None of that matters against raw, practical...

Bolt after bolt rained down on them, sometimes two at a time. Cal lost an arm during one, but thanks to Luz and her vigilance, that was all she had lost. Not a single bolt struck Luz during that until near the end, when, right near the apex of the final hill, a wall of bright lights surrounded...

Once again, the Mewtwo said nothing, and only turned the page. Despite everything, though, it seemed like Vix still had his attention. He was still listening.

They were greeted immediately by thunderclaps in the sky, Zeraora perhaps challenging them more openly, as the first bolt of thunder rocked the earth only a few feet in front of them. It had a tell; the ground where the lightning was about to strike had flashed a brighter cyan color. It'd take...