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That was... unexpected, to say the least. For a second, Vix weighed her options. Staying on the cold floor, or not doing that. The right choice was obvious, seeing how Vix was already floating over to Brisa's side before she even finished thinking about it. "It would be... nice," Vix tittered...

"Goin' at it with the gentle care of a stick of dynamite could set her off too, smartass," Vix's Shadow rolled its eyes. "Otherwise I'd have told her already and gotten this shit over with." It then sighed and lowered its gaze. "But hey, at least you got a point in the needin' rest department...

"Oh no, I was a Pokemon still. I remember having a tail, and... punching things really hard. When I say humans, I mean, humans turned into Pokemon, like Dave or Starr. I haven't actually seen a human human before, in my life or my past one," Vix explained. "At least so far." "And..." her Shadow...

There was some emotional shift, but Vix couldn't tell what it was. All she was really good at feeling was sadness and its offshoots. She decided to let it go, and gave Brisa a mouthless smile. "...Thanks, Brisa." "It's... complicated. She ain't what she seems, I can say that much at least,"...

Vix let out a yawn and nodded. "When I first got down here, I was just... pissed. I couldn't tell what I wasn't mad at, honestly. I was mad at being weak, at feeling ignored, at the fact that I died when I was trying my best..." she crossed her arms and looked away, shutting her eyes. "When Owen...

"Oh, right, I don't have legs now but I sure did," Vix sighed. "And by Arceus did I fucking walk." Her Shadow sat down beside her, nodding towards Sombra. "It wasn't somethin' neither of us are proud of, but we're workin' through it. She's gotten used to that shadow bullshit or whatever about...

Meditation, surprisingly, was taking a toll on Vix. Or maybe it was all the remembering she was doing. She remembered sleeping in trees, and the backaches that would cause. She could recall a fair few fights, and all the bruises and beatings that came with them. Apparently her past self was a...

Looked like not having a proper face didn't mean people couldn't read your emotions. Luckily, Owen gave an explanation so Vix didn't have to. Seeing how she was stumbling on words anyway and wasn't going to say anything at first. "That's why we're doin' this, Vix can't get much stronger...

"She seriously doesn't get it?" her Shadow snickered, then cleared its throat and exhaled. "Alright, let's keep goin'." "I don't get what I'm not getting," Vix rolled her eyes. "Just focus on the beach, trust me." The grin on its face cracked along even further. Vix turned and shuddered. Her...

"Well, yeah, of course I'd always talk about Ace, he's one of my only friends," Vix crossed her arms and raised a brow. "And what do you mean what about this beach? It's just a beach; long sandy shores, crystal blue waves, salty air, sea... shells..." The longer Vix talked, the more her Shadow...

While Owen and Vix tried to get her meditating form down, her Shadow loomed over her in silence. As they went over their exercises, it followed along with them, breathing in when she did, and out just the same. Both Vix and her Shadow shut their eyes, taking in Owen's words. In, then out...

Vix rested her not-hand on Owen's claw, taking a quick breath and exhaling. "Yeah, thanks..." She looked up to her Shadow, who's expression actually changed. It went from having a permanent glare to only looking slightly pissed off. Seeing more of its eyes was kinda comforting, in a "so it...

What would Vix see if she tried to remember everything? Who would she have been? What... What happened to her? She couldn't even begin to imagine it, or maybe she desperately wanted not to. From the sound of it, Owen probably thought about it too, or something equally unsettling to think of. "I...

"One step at a time..." Vix hummed, thoughtful. What would that first step be for her? She still had no idea where to start, there really wasn't anything she could point to as a guide aside from Owen's advice to meditate. "Would it... what would I start remembering first? Because I have this...

"C-Centuries? And entire lives? As in, plural lives... More than just one or two?" Vix tittered. Was it rude to feel like it was a miracle that Owen managed to operate at a normal, cognitive level after that? It certainly felt disrespectful, which is why Vix didn't say it. "How the fuck do you...

That was both reassuring and kinda unsettling, and Vix couldn't tell if she was fine with that or not. She also didn't know what he meant by Wishkeeper being an example, but didn't care enough to want an explanation. "Cool, good, so like... how do you try and remember them? I really have no idea...

If Vix didn't know any better, she'd believe Owen thought she meant he looked literally blue. She floated down to the ground, then realizing how much taller Owen had gotten just from evolving. "I feel like we might need a lot more than just a nap, honestly... This Voidlands place is rough." Her...

It felt like it had been a long while since Vix had floated into this village. Admittedly, she wasn't exactly keeping track of the time, so it wasn't all that surprising. Leaving Nip to his own vices, Vix and her Shadow simply wandered around, the latter leading them back to the village for some...

Vix growled lowly, continuing on to follow Owen. "Lazy edgy bastard..." Her shadow got wispier again, chuckling. "I think you mean, 'Fuck I wish he turned me down more!'" "The moment you manifest I am going to kill you." "I'm surprised no one talked about the 'rough and messy' comment...

"Vix here has a thing for edgy, broodin' types. Sure hope you ain't single, otherwise Vix might try somethin' you'll regret." Vix winced. They had two goddamn seconds of being in agreement on something. She didn't even say anything to jinx it! "Diyem is there a way to murder a Shadow, and if...