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High above the rocky plains was the top of the Great Canyon, orange and sun-drenched by an eternal summer. Heat lines riddled the horizon and left countless mirages in the faraway sands, and the winds were dry and blazing. Fire Pokemon and other desert dwellers would feel right at home, but for...

Wishkeeper smiled, and then Owen said something to him. He nodded, and then the shadowy Charmander disappeared, and the Charmeleon's countenance seemed to change to something more casual. "Okay, I'll be right back, Icetales!" Owen waved back, then ran with Cal. And so, they left, making sure...

Darkwhite disappeared, leaving Nate alone with his thoughts--and Rocky. She had definitely been more subdued than their usual encounters, and the haze around her seemed to be much calmer. And, perhaps most fortunate of all, Nate hadn't been hurt once.

"Huh? Oh, no, I just restored it, that's all." Darkwhite tossed the berry around. "Dunno when I got that power actually. Don't remember having it before I got stronger. And nobody told me about a party, either..." She flicked her tail. She must not check on Destiny Village often; perhaps she was...

"Support is not a zero-sum game," Wishkeeper said as Owen drifted to Icetales' side. "One can help another while being helped by that same person in another. Weaknesses are covered by the strengths of others and it's easier for them than if they did it on their own." He shrugged. "I'm sure that...

"That's sad," Turf said simply. Surf rubbed her shoulder. "Well, you're in a world where you can fight for fun, if you ever warm up to that," Surf said. "Thanks for the battle, I guess. You got to fight back, right? But just you wait. One day we're gonna get so strong that we'll overwhelm you...

<><><> The days passed unceremoniously aside from a few chance encounters with Darkwhite and others. Buffet was still busy searching for leads in the aether, and Bean was unable to find anything else, according to him. Everything was a bit too short notice. But despite that, one thing was true...

"Easily! But it gets old after a while so I just stick to my normal body unless I wanna mess with someone. And you guys are boring to mess with now. Especially that dumb... stupid crystal not-dragon-anymore." Darkwhite had ground up the berry she had been holding into mush. She grumbled and...

"Of COURSE it's because dragons are cool!" Darkwhite snatched the berry from Nate and bit into it like it was alive and had to die. "I don't know what the heck a Pockey Bowl is but it sounds like a dumb way to catch Rayquaza. I wanted to grab Rayquaza way earlier, but after I stole Lugia, oooh...

Darkwhite's eyes were narrowed to half, those white irises focused on him. "So he's gonna be there, huh?" she said. "In three days... That's such a long time! Do you know how long that is? That's like, nine meal times! And I don't even KNOW where that Mewtwo guy went. I was just about to steal...

"What... what are you doing?" Darkwhite asked Nate, floating a little higher. Her tiny fists were balled up and a malevolent energy swirled around her. "Toying with me? You think you're allowed to toy with ME? I'M the one that's allowed to play mind games!" By now she was trembling, looking for...

And again, something nagged at Darkwhite, and she stared at Nate. "...Telum. He said Telum?" Darkwhite hadn't been herself this whole conversation, but this time in particular it seemed that even the haze around the strange Mew's body had calmed.

"My memory's perfect!" Darkwhite flicked a spray of sand Nate's way. "Great Canyon in three days, huh? Maybe I should show up there too and see what happens. I bet I could have a lot of fun! Or maybe I'll be busy doing something better."

Darkwhite blinked, turning toward Nate with a curious tilt. By now, she'd fully pulled herself out of the sand to address him, even as sand poured out of her hazy ears. "What? Who? Boyfriend? Not interested. Especially a Lucario. They're, like, always angsty or serious." She huffed, and...

"Oh..." Surf looked to Turf--she had looked down on reflex, before realizing that she no longer had to do that. She grinned a little, but Turf seemed more concerned with Bahamut. "But if battles are always about survival, how do you get stronger?" Turf asked. "Everyone loses a battle now and...

"Who? The big me guy, is that his name? He ran off once you guys were away. I had to figure out how to get back after he disappeared in one of that thing's portals!" Darkwhite leaned back. "Right now I'm just on break."

"If we were battling for survival we'd be running away," Surf pointed out, frowning. "This was a competition where we want to fight to win! It's totally different!" Turf looked Bahamut over pensively, wondering why he was thinking of this like it was to survive. "We aren't fighting the...

"W-wait!" Surf said. "Come on! You have to at least acknowledge how much damage I dealt there! Look!" She pointed at the vitality sensors, which showed that Surf was tired, Turf was exhausted, and Bahamut, surprisingly, had a decent chunk of damage out of him--especially considering he'd...

It had been several, perhaps countless instances of trying this tired song and dance over and over and over. And every single time, the only thing to answer Nate was the wind, or other idle sounds, perhaps even a tumbleweed if he hallucinated hard enough. But today was different. Today, a...

Turf yelped and ducked, not used to her new body yet. She didn't know how to fight with it, but she did know how to scream--so, in a last-ditch effort to get Bahamut when it counted, she made one last Screech attack against him. And this time, it was just barely enough to get his defenses down...