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And to this, Diyem hesitated. There was something there to someone as perceptive as Brisa that perhaps others had also noticed. Could Owen have, too, or did his Perceive not extend to expressionless balls of Shadow energy? "Giovanni is using some kind of energy related to Eternatus," he said...

"Hmm..." Diyem seemed to sigh, or at least make something akin to one. "I have been watching the actions of what you have been doing even while I was imprisoned. And while I was not able to reach out to you, I saw flashes of what you were trying to reach out to me over. And of what I have...

A pause followed, perhaps because the ball of negativity was considering her words, or perhaps because he was still very tired. Despite this, though, he responded well. "Discussion is something I will accept," he replied simply. "About what? Owen is already filling me in on the strategy you are...

"Hrrnnn." That was probably the best answer Brisa was going to get, but it wasn't an outright rejection, and the door slid open. Diyem was alone on a soft bed stuffed with cotton and probably some other foam, meant to accommodate terrestrial Pokemon. There was a sheet on the bed, which shrouded...

"Hmhm..." Maple suppressed that laugh, even as she tilted her fur-hat down. "I see. Yes, I do have them, don't I?" She walked away from the tower. "I need to remember that more often." Down the path, beyond Chip's lab, and toward Destiny Village she went. "Thank you, Cynthian," she said. "I'm...

Maple's gaze had abruptly snapped to Cynthian when he mentioned his mother. "Oh... So that is why you hated him." She said it softly, perhaps only to herself. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. For someone to lose their mother at such a young age... To them, a mother can be your whole world...

In response, the Smeargle flashed a little grin, and it looked at least slightly sincere. "...I have to," she replied, looking up at the great, dark ball in the sky. "After all..." She was quiet, considering something. Then, perhaps taking a page from the team's incessant optimism, she said...

During Dave's talk to himself, Owen had closed his book--sure to mark here he'd stopped--and sat up. Wishkeeper, too, watched, his focus more on the Shadow than the others. "That Shadow is you, just like Wishkeeper is me, you know," Owen said, though he decided not to go further. Mia was...

"Still not getting along with your Shadow?" Owen asked with a frown, his flame dimming a little. As if because he had been indirectly mentioned, the wraith Charizard emerged, just his head and neck, from behind Owen to peer over the Charmeleon's shoulder. "I, um. You've kinda been like this a...

"Hey," Owen greeted, belly-down on his bed with his legs kicking the air while he read through what appeared to be literature on ranged combat. He'd been reading through that one ever since the apocalypse had started. His flame was its usual orange glow, so he was probably not very troubled by...

Owen winced. "I guess, in a way, that's one thing you have in common with us, huh? Still need to look out for the head..." He stood up, seeing that others were beginning to shuffle out. "Thank you, everyone, for gathering," Maple said. "I think we have a decent plan going forward. It's now the...

Announcing here as well: To all active players, I am looking for volunteers for something to do with this incoming fight. I would prefer at least three. Do not state here whether or not you are volunteering. I will not explain what it is publicly. However, It will significantly inconvenience...

Owen had come in some time in the middle of the meeting, but with an acknowledged nod from Maple, he seemed confident that his notes had at least helped. He sat by quietly and listened in. "Yes. Joule will most likely send back whatever you give him in terms of things to tarnish his fighting...

Owen nodded and stood, looking ready to go. "If you ever need to talk, I'm always here," he said. After the training room was cleaned, Owen left to prepare for the strategy meeting--and a few other errands on the side. He felt a little closer to Brisa after all this, though he hoped Brisa could...

"Maybe... but, I don't know for sure." Maple looked at Arceus, who was checking over a few documents again. "I know that right now, I won't be able to reach Joule. Perhaps if he is weaker, I can... but until then, I'm afraid that the only way through is to subdue him. He's... he's strong. He can...

"It seems so," Maple said solemnly. "I do not think Dark, Ghost, or Ice attacks, for example, would do much extra against him. Or, in the Reverse World, any less." "It'll be harder to take Joule down if he's in the Reverse World, too," Soda remarked. "Maybe if there was a way to time it now and...

"It took me a long, long time to figure out how to handle it myself," Owen said, rubbing Brisa's back. "And you're still young. You have time. And if you ask me..." That smile was back again, and his age seemed to melt back into youth. "I think you do just fine when you aren't fighting." He...

"And I would be careful about trying to rush immediately through Joule," Maple said, looking toward Cabot and the others' eager expressions. "I suspect that once we fight him proper, we might see that his defenses aren't nearly as flimsy as we think they are. I know Joule. Once he feels that...

Maple wondered if Owen was rubbing off on him. All that meditation must have been doing something with that psychic link. "The Reverse World was one part of the plan I have in my notes... It seems that it's a wise decision from many of us. But there are things that we need to be careful of. The...

And despite that, the Charmeleon listened, and it seemed like he was more than happy to delve into the problems of others for one reason or another. "Brisa..." By now, Cal had stepped over to clean up the training room some to keep herself busy. This was something she didn't really know how to...