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Ah. A xatu. Necrozma wasn’t sure what he was expecting. It seemed this one was a ‘mon of few words, too. “I need some help. I’m part of the group that fought the giant magikarp last week. I was hoping someone could help me regain a power I lost.” He looked at the light ball. “I think mortals...

Try as he might, meditating in the dojo with his light ball didn’t help him reclaim the power he was hoping for. After a few hours, Necrozma floated dejectedly through the town, looking for any hints that could help. He eventually sensed a strange energy from a tent resembling a xatu and...

Necrozma heard Celeste's comments about Dialga and felt whatever passed for a headache coming on. "I'm going to... excuse myself. There's something I feel I should practice if we're going to go out into the field again." He turned and floated off in the direction of town, heading for the dojo.

"Apparently the cosmos see mew as a punchline no matter where they dwell," Necrozma mused. He sighed and shook his head. "In any case, it sounds like you are going to this, erm, 'guild' place that Potluck mentioned to me?" Necrozma didn't really know what to make of it. Mainly because he knew...

Necrozma traced an "X" into the sand and pressed down on the middle of it.

"How old are you, exactly?" Necrozma's voice was flat as he looked at this mew. Stars above, it was an eerily similar sight to back home.

“Excuse me? You travel through time?” Necrozma said. He looked around. “I’m afraid that’s beyond anything I can truly understand. I’m just going to say you traveled for afar.” He turned to Maple. “It seems like traveling Pokémon are the ones getting into predicaments? Is there a way for your...

That was discouraging, but not entirely unheard of. Protracted exposure to an adrenaline orb could create such paranoia from what he’d seen. “So, you’ve been traveling recently?” That was important. Sushi and Sashimi has also claimed to be traveling from what Truffle told him. “Where did you...

Possession? That’s what this was? Necrozma tucked his arms into body. His core flickered erratically. He hit his right temple, trying to keep himself focused on the present. He couldn’t think about her. She wasn’t a problem here. She wasn’t— “Lady Celebi, might I ask what you and your friend...

“I didn’t actually know if that would work,” Necrozma gingerly scooped up his stress— err, light ball. “But Maple’s attack felt like it had a similar aura about it. So, I went for it.” He turned to Balm and bowed. “I apologize for my rudeness. I simply couldn’t stand seeing you in pain.”

A shadowy haze? Some sort of infection? Well, it sure seemed like Maple's attack had done... something. Whereas his Confusion was... borderline worthless. Fitting, he supposed. But if this sceptile was suffering, why were they just standing around talking? Necrozma looked at his light orb. Then...

XxX Chapter 5: Here Comes the Boomburst A small partition appeared in the dark, circular swirls of distortion, like an open flap from a pitched tent. From his position atop a pile of moss-covered rubble cobbled together to look like a seat, the Phantom watched a Mr. Rime stroll across the...

“... tch.” Necrozma saw where the other attacks were going. He fired pink psychic rings down. If they couldn’t strike true, perhaps they could restrain?

It was fast. Or... they were fast? There was a distinct lack of fliers among the people assembled, but Necrozma could float. So float he did. Hovering up to ensure nobody could go skyward. He pointed his right arm forward, ready to strike with Confusion if necessary.

“What the–” Necrozma nearly dropper his light orb. “What just happened?”

“Something did. It was...” Necrozma went silent. “Honestly, I’m not sure what it was.”

"It's hard to explain." Necrozma looked at the sphere. "I can deal with the burning sensation... but if I take it too much at once my core rattles in an unsettling manner. It's a pain I've... not really experienced before." He tapped a claw against the orb. "The one who sent us here told us he...

"You seem to be in brighter spirits than earlier." Internally, Necrozma cringed from that pun.

"Mmm." Necrozma's core rumbled. Was it... laughter? "I don't think I'll be putting that on my business card anytime soon." He paused. "Or buying business cards, for that matter." Did this world even have physical currency? "But more importantly, I sense an approaching presence. If this is who I...

"Weren't you the one saying you didn't need an uplifting story?" Necrozma tossed the light orb to himself. "You don't have to say anything encouraging. I suppose, like gifts, it's the thought that counts." Even if he wasn't necessarily worth said thoughts.