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"I don't usually have someone laughing at me for it," Owen admitted, frowning. "But usually I sort of freak out on my own and then, you know, look over... what I'm supposed to be feeling. Meditate, think it through... It's in the past. I can choose what to do with it. That, uh, that empowering...

Owen tilted his head. "Well, in one, you have Ace. You're always talking about Ace, but... friends, so, plural. Are you forgetting someone else?" He moved his tail, pondering over what Vix was talking about. "...What about this beach?" Owen asked, sensing an odd reaction from the Shadow when Vix...

Soda looked at it, then at Giovanni, then back at the detector. "It's... picking something up." Giovanni's eyes widened a little, like he was taunting them. "I'm not real?" he asked, that voice far too real for Starr's liking. It didn't sound like a Mewtwo, not even slightly. That was the...

Owen nodded and stepped toward the building, settling in. He started by trying to convert some posture changes he knew of for himself into something for Vix. Then, when enough equivalents were made, he went over some calming exercises, praying Vix had some form of breathing, and then started...

Soda spun around again, the wood twisting and turning. There was no sense of direction anymore; the very ground felt like it would give away if it felt like it. This was more twisted than the reverse realm; the sky itself was gaining little streams of bright colors that swirled around like mixed...

"I make illusions, I dunno about detecting them. I guess takes one to know one, but this doesn't feel like an illusion. This feels more like some kind of... Dungeon distortion. And a bad one." He narrowed his eyes. "Stuff like this you don't expect unless it's from a massive epicenter of...

"Well..." Owen rubbed Vix on the... somewhere. Probably the arm. "How about we explore it together? I'll talk about some of the memories I'm revisiting, and you can talk about yours. At least then we'll have something to share, right?" He glanced at a nearby building. "Maybe just a little. And...

"Gtfo," Maple repeated. "It means--" "I think it translated properly," Maple said, nodding. "...Regardless, that's just it. I believe the plan is to get at least some powers so the device can register it." "Chip also asked to log down the exact time it happens. So, do that, if you can," Soda...

The door rang. At first, there was nothing. Then, a little while later, the ground shook. And shook... and shook a little more, like huge, giant footsteps. And then the door to this home--which was extremely large, only looking normal because it was across from Maple's--opened. A horrible beast...

"I was scared, too," Owen said, smiling even as his own flame dimmed. "Because I caught glimpses of what I used to know, and I wondered what more awful things I'd done was there. But, you know... I think that's up to you. If you forgot for a reason, maybe it's..." He sighed slowly. He couldn't...

Owen laughed at that, too. "One day at a time," he said. "Even though I might have a lot of... me to think about, day to day, second by second, I'm still making one decision for myself, and that's how I try to take things down. One step and a time. The rest comes naturally, y'know?" "And at...

"See, she knows how to keep it fun," Star said, flicking Barky on the wisp. "Now, what do you do next?" "Question why I'm here." Barky narrowed the red circles he had for eyes, then looked back to Odette. "...I dare you," he said, "to only speak in rhymes until your next turn. And along with...

"Well, uh." Owen cleared his throat. "A handful of centuries rushed past me back when I first got here. That's what that whole screaming episode was about, back with Cabot... I, uh, I wouldn't recommend it. You know what you should do? Maybe meditate... That helped me ease into my memories a...

"Yes. It's completely sacrilege. I will make sure there is some kind of retribution for this later." "Oh, please, like you have any authority here." Star knocked him on the haze above his head. "All right, pick someone, then!" "Rrgh. Fine. You." The hazy Arceus-like thing turned his head to...

Owen actually laughed at that, like he thought Vix was joking, before realizing that they hadn't really talked much. He quickly settled down and cleared his throat. Wishkeeper rolled his ember eyes and wandered off to scout the perimeter. "Very good," Owen said. "I used to do it all the time...

"Of course." Maple pulled out her badge and started typing into it, glancing at the others. "Do you think Soda will be enough for escape? I suppose as a scout, he would be best... Perhaps I can also bring Truffle." It took some time, but eventually Maple was able to summon Soda and Truffle to...

"What?" Owen asked, looking at his scales. No, he was still orange, and Wishkeeper was still tall, dark, and hazy. "I'm feeling fine. I just had, uh, just had an episode after what happened earlier. I'm feeling better now." He tried to smile, though it came off a little tired. "...I just need a...

"Excuse me?" Arceus said in a low growl. "I do not transform. This is my form, it is not something that merely shifts on the whims in the same way--" "Nooo, you totally can," Star said, her smile broadening. "You know what form I think is super cute? Back when you were a haze and still learning...

"Hmph. Well, obviously as I've said before, dares are juvenile games meant to make people laugh, and the truth is something far more valuable--" "If you pick truth, you're either gonna give a really boring answer, or he's gonna ask something really, really bad and you'll be forced to answer...

Owen entered Null Village with dampened, but still bright, spirits. Yes, he'd had a bit of an episode, but that didn't mean he had to stay in one, let alone that it had to define his stay in the Voidlands. Home sweet home, after all... He hoped Brisa and Dave were doing alright. Glancing at...