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Faintly, almost imperceptibly, Keldeo nodded, seemingly satisfied by her response. He held his head high. "A noble desire. I can abide one who does not stand back to let others fight for them." Keldeo didn't miss that brief fear in her eyes, almost a shame. Hesitancy-? Until Nine spoke. His...

Keldeo regarded to the group of them carefully, giving Nate a particularly disdainful glare. He picked his way across the water and onto shore, standing before Nate, snout just inches from Nate's face. "Jirachi saved your life, at the expense of some of her own energy. Shaymin gave her own power...

Xavian gave them a peculiar look, then shrugged it off. His thoughts were more occupied with Clink. Perhaps he'd go check in on them again, make sure they were healing properly. "Good luck," he said softly. "May the mythical pokemon watch over you." <><><><>

A troubled expression flashed across Xavian's face before being replaced by a pleased smile. "Good. I hate to ask so much of the trainers, or that anyone should ever have to face such a terrible threat but then... I'd be lying if it didn't warm my heart to know that even in other worlds, there...

Xavian nodded, offering Zack a sympathetic look. "Your sister... she worked for Team Rocket?" He shook his head. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that Zack. That sounds terrible, to have to fight someone so close to you. I can't imagine how difficult that was." He shook his head, scowling...

A powerful jet of water blasted form somewhere, flying inches away from Nate's head and striking a tree behind him. Clearly a miss on purpose. The next jet shot through the air, straight for Nine. At the same moment, a shape seemingly emerged in the middle of the lake, melting out of the shining...

Xavian nodded as he listened intently to Zack. "Perhaps... well, I don't me to pry, its certainly none of my business if you don't feel like discussing it, but maybe talking it over with Seb will help you feel better." A pang of sympathy flowed through him. It sounded like Zack had his share of...

Beeheeyem let out an excited beeping noise. "Alrighty! Just hold still, this won't hurt a bit!" Closing its eyes, it held out its arms, flashing a series of lights. A brief trickle of multicolored light drifted from its arms to both Xavian and Seb's head, then faded. "There! You're all set!"...

"Oh no, I apologize, I don't speak the tongue of pokemon. There were some trainers here who do, so I had thought you might have been able to. It's rather common for pokemon and trainer to have some form of communication..." He'd definitely seen a Weavile here using a telephone... Xavian tapped...

"Mythical pokemon are quite finnicky, as I understand, although I suspect they might reveal themselves to a trainer under the right circumstances. Clink tells me mythicals are good at sensing hearts. I wish you luck in that respect although..." his expression darkened again slightly. "They may...

"Hm? Oh, go ahead," Xavian said, giving a brief amicable smile. He turned back to his drink, still lost in thought, before he seemed to realize Seb had asked a question. "Better. I just hope this nightmare can end soon, somehow." He shook himself, then turned to face Seb. "Apologies, don't mind...

The Machamp cook gave a friendly waved to the three, before returning to the kitchen. At the end of the bar sat Xavian, sipping at what looked like some kind of smoothie. Compared to the past couple days, he at least looked less haggard and worried. He mostly seemed lost in thought, staring...

Xavian clenched the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, as Steven placed the flower ever so gently on Clink's body. A pleasant scent seemed to drift from the flower and there was the slightest sensation like a fresh spring breeze, even with the windows closed. And then the flower...

Xavian lead them out of the main lounge, to the rear, and to a set of doors half hidden by decorative plants and the interior design. They almost appeared to be for staff, or the like. He pushed them open, revealing a warmly hallway that branched into other hallways. Bright floral themed...

"Thank you," Xavian said. He could trust Steven, right. And Odile... well as weird as she was she didn't seem like she wanted to cause genuine harm, even he was aware of some chaos she'd caused. He felt he could at least trust them to be reasonable and not have any ill intentions. "...I suppose...

A strange look crossed Xavian's face, one of nostalgia and wonder as he gazed at the flower cradled in Aggron's claws. He reached out, then seemed to reconsider and withdrew his hand. "Shaymin," he whispered softly, almost to himself. A soft smile drifted across his features, one not forced. He...

At the sight of Steven, Xavian's expression seemed to soften and he offered a tired smile. When he heard Steven's next words however, his expression shifted completely, a mix of excitement and curiosity, as well as apprehension. "Do you truly? They are responding to Nurse Joys treatments but...

The roll call that morning was grim. Xavian reproted that his pokemon were still struggling against the poison, but healing, barely. Slowly. But far more distressing, perhaps, was another stolen trainer. A young researcher by the name of Hayes, and his golden Nosepass. And a girl named Windi...

Very few books mention the myths of the Golden King, and there seems to be precious little information about him. Most only reference him as an old fireside tale or a story told to keep young children disobeying, and commentary from scholars suggests there's little substance to the myth...

"It was a pleasure to me all of you as well!" she said melodically. She bowed grandly. "Even though much misfortune has happened, I am glad to know there are good trainers such as yourselves out there." "You need not repay me, I am pleased to be of service." One by one, the other trainer bid...