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"Hmph. Damaged. Who isn't damaged?" Wishkeeper shrugged, but Owen gave him a glare from over the shoulder. Wishkeeper sighed and his tone softened. "What your Shade said is true, if you ask me. It isn't true. It's a Shadow trying to lie to you. The worst you can do is give it power by listening...

Turf went toppling across the ground, landing badly on her arm. She tried to stand, but it didn't look like it was going to be enough, and she fell over. Surf, meanwhile, let out a rallying cry and bit at Bahamut--but he was too fast, too evasive, and she was only able to get a small hit in...

Wishkeeper hummed. "I see... Is your Shadow a manifestation of your grandfather?" Owen, floating behind Wishkeeper, seemed concerned as well, and Wishkeeper said for him, "I'm guessing he's less friendly than what Owen's turned out to be." Yet despite how much Icetales had tried to hide it...

Surf's teeth seemed to be coated in a dark aura, and Turf tensed up, jaw tense, though it did not have the same dark aura. "I... can't handle it?" Turf asked. "You barely put any effort, and I..." Tick, tock, Surf could feel the seconds slipping away. If she didn't deal as much damage as she...

"Ahhh!" Turf didn't expect that one. Bahamut had been so tending toward nonviolence that doing halfhearted attacks, no matter how light they were, took her off her groove. She went tumbling away and rolling, and the audience quieted down to see how they would react. They mumbled to one another...

Turf knew it was coming, but the shock followed by the drain was more than enough to completely negate her speed and send her toppling to the ground. She whimpered and staggered to her feet. "L-like that'll be enough... I'm not weak like before!" "A lot can change in a month!" Surf said...

"Overworking is not merely physical," Wishkeeper said, nodding. "It's clear to me that most of your exhaustion has been mental. If you want my opinion... you should stay resting here with someone you like talking to. Maybe I can get an easy board game to play." Cal crossed her arms. "I... sort...

Turf yelped in surprise when the final barrier faded after Bahamut's onslaught. Those paws were massive. Was he as dangerous to attack as he was defending? They had to be careful. But they also had to be fast. Turf wouldn't be able to cast another Protect just after the last one shattered...

"Ghhn... k-keep it up," Surf said. "But he's just getting stronger!" Turf said, practically feeling the new vitality radiating off of the great lion. Something about being swatted at by someone so large... Turf had a flash of fear in her eyes, but it was replaced by a defiant growl. "I won't...

Hey all, just giving a final reminder to everyone to check your stats, especially if you're Front Line. Things to consider are ascent, Supports, Blacklight Boost, perks or perk slots (for Support Burst), items... And for newcomers, don't forget to get your Shadow and Radiant moves in. Fellow...

Wishkeeper nodded, sitting down next to Icetales. "Then you overworked yourself. Perhaps it was a matter of fatigue and exhaustion that has overcome you, now that the party and cleanup is all over? Is there anything else that you think it could be?" Wishkeeper made sure to speak slowly, giving...

"Ghh--!" Surf grunted and stumbled back, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "He--he got me!" she shouted. "But he didn't get you! Turf! Start the plan!" "R-right!" "And I'll start mine..." Surf planted her feet on the ground. "W-we know you'd try to t-target me first... so that's why... the real...

"Yes," Surf said. "Because this time, we're fighting with an actual strategy! And if you win, then... whatever! But we want a fair fight this time!" "And we trained," Turf added. "So we're stronger than before!" "A lot stronger. And smarter. We actually took training seriously for once!" Surf...

Bahamut had been prompted with a little more organization this time around. He was shown where to go, where to stand, and finally when to go in. One of the facilitators seemed unsure on whether they really wanted someone like Bahamut fighting these opponents again, but... well, they were the...

Owen smiled a little, then glanced over his shoulder at Wishkeeper. He seemed to want to speak to Icetales for some reason, and Owen decided to put some faith in that. Cal, nodding toward Petram, then turned her attention to Owen with a hint of nervousness. The first time they'd switched, it...

"I guess it's all I really know, so I'm used to it," Cal replied. "Sure, I have old memories, too, but I know they aren't mine, even if they feel like mine, and, uh..." She shifted her weight, very briefly looking uncomfrotable. "Well, you know." Back to chipper. "Not really worth thinking...

"My name is--" Owen glanced at the Charmander. "--Cal. And I'm sort of in the same situation. I mean, I guess I'm not really like that, but you know how it goes, right? It's almost the same thing, I guess, even if we're still just Shades..." Owen handed the Heal Seed to Icetales and waited...

Owen stepped toward Icetales again and first brought a hand over his forehead. Wishkeeper did a closer analysis of Icetales to see if it had any biological origins, or perhaps Blacklight origins. He was sensitive to that sort of thing. "Have you tried a Heal Seed?" Owen asked, producing one in...

It didn't take long for Petram to find someone who had been wandering the dorms in search of something to cure her own ailments--boredom. But when Petram had come to seek assistance, Cal found her cure, but also didn't know how to help. That made for a very simple call... In no time, Owen had...

"Regardless," Truffle stated, "there is little more we can do for now. We will contact you if we find any further information on Shield, his whereabouts, or the Mewtwo mystery. You may all perform your investigations as well, but do be careful in separating yourselves or spreading yourselves too...