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<I am called Malachai,> sent the noivern, hissing gutturally. "Nice to meet you," replied Laura, bowing lightly to Azar with the quick sign for [hello, you look strong] that combat 'mon generally appreciated. "Don't mind Mal, he's just full of himself." <More to the point,> interrupted...

"Good luck, Coleane!" replied Laura. "Take care!" Malachai pulled up, rising well above the treeline, and away from the tropius. <She's not the guilty party,> he sent, flatly. "Absolutely fucking not," replied Laura, chuckling. <><><><><>

Airborne circuits of the built-up part of the island were an excellent way to spot humans and pokémon alike, regardless of how they lurked in unseen places. So far, Malachai had pressured Laura to stay out of the strange happenings on Kunolo Island as much as possible, save for passing...

"Neat names!" replied Laura, over the sound of wingbeats. Did a world of only pokémon have HTML? What? "My other ace is an inteleon!" she added. No point in relaying a list of her entire team, especially when so few were likely to be permanent members. Didn't really make for great light...

Laura squinted into the wind, trying to make sense of the reply. Humans don't exist... except they do, and they save the world. And in the human world, trainers existed... except also Coleane was a trainer. It was like talking to a little girl, or something. A young kid on their first circuit...

Well, that explained it. Or, not so much explained it as... justified it. "Well they can," began Laura, flustered, "but like, with so many species all with their own vocalisations and body language, the paralinguistics alone take years of study, and—" <Pokémon mouths and vocal cords cannot, as...

Laura made a face that bordered on confusion and frustration. "What, since birth?" she asked, in abject perplexity. "Surely someone taught you...?" Malachai huffed, and pulled ahead a little. <Pokémon seldom speak in fluent Galarish, Tropius,> he sent, irritably. <Do you not marvel that you...

<Did she just—?> <Yes. Spoken Galarish. I'm as surprised as you are.> Malachai kept matching the tropius' flight path. Below them, it was hard to see anyone who might be down on the forest floor. The tropius didn't seem worried, at least, so maybe nothing was wrong. Indeed, if she was...

<Lone pokémon sighted. I do not know the species.> Laura peered down from Malachai's back, braced firmly with both hands grippiing his fur. Enormous, tree-like... There was no mistaking that creature. "Tropius," she called, above the wind. "Grass/Flying, tropical, herd herbivore. You hungry?"...

Laura set her mouth in a determined grin. Never complacent, but confident, that was the key. She'd give that experimental pikachu (!) a run for his money no matter what he was packing. "You're on," she replied. <Excellent,> came Malachai's satisfied growl. <I grant the right of first blow!>...

Sleet smirked to herself as she crested the hill. She was tough stuff, making it up here. She had moxie. Fuck yes. She'd not climbed up her for fun, though. She'd climbed up here to gauge the distance from the island's amenities, to see if it was frequented by many trainers, to determine its...

Laura's eyes widened. "A whole organisation, with real resources? So... You worked alongside others, did real missions? All I've done is spy a little, I'm no saboteur! And holy howls, if there's a whole group with that goal, it must be pretty high stakes shit." <Did she battle?> whispered...

Laura chewed her lip, not sure if it was okay to ask out of pure curiosity. But Jade was already talking about it. It was fine, probably. "What was it you were looking for, when you did that kind of thing?" she asked. "I keep wondering if the guys you've messed with are anything like my lot."...

"Uh, sorta..." Laura scratched her shoulder and dropped her eyes. "Most of my snooping around was online, you can find out a ton of shit with enough persistence on a search engine. Not really helpful here, though..." <There's more. Take pride, girl.> ...Fine. Augh. "But," she continued...

Malachai made an inquisitive rumble, but the Jade had already moved on. He huffed, and examined her companion. An interesting electric-type to be sure, with avian features on a 'mon so evidently not a bird. <Perhaps we could grant ourselves time enough to battle, before nightfall,> he...

"Probably for the best," Laura replied, fidgeting with her wrist. "Better to stay in groups, right? God it feels so bloody weird to be worried about getting, you know. Vanishing." Malachai, satisfied with their apparent safety, turned his attention to Jade, and her stare. <Perhaps you are...

Huh. It was kinda weird getting a good text from a friend for once, instead of corporate or scambot messages or some horrible bullshit from Dad. A friend... An ally, at least. Friend would be nice, though. Laura had no trouble making the decision to head down to the training area. It helped...

Laura peered at Gladion's device for a concerted minute. Looked like network logins worked a little differently in his universe. Nothing unfixable... "Think I got it for you," she said, with a nervous laugh. "I'm sending you a message... there. You see it?" The phone buzzed. Nice. "Okay...

Laura nodded, pursed her lips, and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Yeah... Don't know if that means we can trust everyone on the boat, though. Heard there was some guy who went off about killing people and attacked someone. But... at least I—" She felt her heart push at her ribs. C'mon, just...

Laura blanched. "There are so goddamn many yellow psychics, though. Abra line, drowzee line, pacific raichu... if you include everything possible, it'll be a hell of a job to narrow down." Malachai made a warbling growl of agreement. The island, or these events, were making him exceptionally...