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"Not much. I've heard they can travel across universes of course, and there's one legend from my world about a Hoopa who was trapped in some bottle when it rampaged. But I'm not sure if it's the same for every universe..." she trailed off, eyes narrowed and lost in thought. "What you described...

"Golden King huh? Sounds like some pretty serious crap." Her mouth shifted to a scowl. "Seems like whoever is doing this is trying to cause as much confusion and chaos as possible, that's for sure." She swirled her drink absentmindedly, staring into it as if it held the answers to the mystery...

Lourine waited until Azar returned a few moments later. She made eye contact and he nodded his head. "Okay I think its safe to talk." she spoke in a low voice, leaning a little closer. I haven't got much though." she drummed her fingers on the tabletop. "Just a theory. Azar keeps picking up a...

Lourine glanced over at them, her gaze casual, yet evaluating. "Ah, you lot," she said in greeting. By her side, her houndoom. Azar, woofed softly in greeting to the two pokemon. "I might, why?" She made a small hand motion, and Azar sniffed the air, before taking a moment to pace around...

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...

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...

Irene didn't look up from her drink for a long time. Her Roserade kept shooting her almost exasperated looks that she ignored. Finally, Irene took a long swig and set the glass down. A bitter smile crossed her face. "Got nothing to lose..." she muttered to herself. "I've had my eye on two...

"No its fine. I deserved as much, I suppose. I can't blame you for wanting answers, I hardly deserve an apology." She sipped idly at the drink, as if trying to distract herself. At his next question, she seemed to consider her words. She cast a side-eyed glance at her Roserade, as if for...

Irene had mostly been staring at her drink for the better part of the last half hour, barely sipping it. Roserade was picking at her own food, but seemed more concerned, or perhaps miffed with her trainer's mood. As Steven approached, Ampaharos perked up and let out a warning pulse of light but...

The bar seemed immaculetly kept, in fact, the whol restaurant was quite clean. A few miscellaneous paintings on the wall, a photo of Xavian and Klefki together with Xavian smiling brightly, and a jukebox in the corner, playing soft music. By all appearances, a cozy, well-kept bar area. The...

This cozy little bar is tucked away off to the rear of the main hall. Soft music greets you as you enter, and the dim lighting makes the atmosphere relaxed. If people speak here, they certainly know how to use their inside voice. An Octillery behind the bar serves up tasty drinks alongside his...