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Laura processed first the apparent truth that Odette knew her world's Gladion, which was a touch unnerving, and then Odette calling her 'friend'. Gosh. Already? That was a good thing, but howls, what if she fucked up now? Malachai chuckled darkly at Odile's threat, and Laura headed up an...

Laura waved an awkward greeting. Bickering with her team for half an hour had put her behind everyone. "Heya, Odette. You and your partner doing alright today...?" Malachai snorted in what sounded like derision for Odile's current state.

"Three people? Howls. And yeah, if you've met another person with that link... I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's something, and I don't fucking like it." Laura shook out her shoulders and shuddered. "Starting to think we should be sticking to small groups for safety's sake...

Laura hugged one arm to her side and let her face fall into a dry grimace. She didn't think she counted as 'extrovert' or 'wannabe detective' and maybe that meant Gladion would tolerate having her around? Guessing social norms was fucking exhausting. Fuck it, if she made a faux pas, it wasn't...

<Hello there, Hazel,> replied Malachai, in dry, bassy telepathy. <No need to shout.> He landed with such a strong a wingbeat to arrest his descent that a long stretch of loose sand was flung up and about to be scattered by the wind, and promptly lowered his neck to the beach to let Laura step...

Laura's morning began with a fight. Not a battle, that would've been tooo much fun. No, she got in a fight with her ace pokémon. Both of them. "Youu don't trust Sleet, or sssomethin'?" the inteleon rasped. "I swearrr to fuckin' gods they fffuckin' killed someone, bitch." <The lizard is...

Sleet's Odor Sleuth picked up some interesting info.

Ouch. Nineteen was pretty late. How old was Jade, anyway? Maybe about seventeen, or something? Or like, a really fucking tall fifteen year-old. Maybe. Especially if she was the 'aged by fucked up traumatic shit' type. Was Laura that type? She sure seemed to be headed that way. "It's okay," she...

Laura gave herself a moment, and willed the emotions back down. She could be upset later. Always 'later', as if there was ever going to be a good time to get extremely fucking upset. "Well, while I was away from home for uni, my... My purrloin went missing. 'Ran away', my parents said. Decided...

"Nah, I saw loads of people with ostensible ordinary 'mon while I was on the ship," agreed Laura. "And my 'mon, including the ones with me here, are pretty ordinary. But... Well, it's like this." She'd played out conversations like this over and over again in her head, usually wondering if...

"Me? No. No, the ones I've been dealing with aren't... like that. It's weird, actually... You know, I don't know how to talk about it? Before this trip I don't think I ever actually talked about any of it to other humans. Hell, I barely kept most of my team in the loop, just in case. It sort...

Laura nodded, a little too fervently. Was Jade implying she had had run-ins of her own? Hard to tell. Increasingly anxiety-inducing. Better plough on. "Um, yeah. Well, I mean, not with doing any experiments myself. Just, the organisation I'm, uh, investigating... They seem to be making a bunch...

Laura laughed sheepishly and gripped her glass tightly. "Well, there's me, there's Gladion, there's Odette... Or at least, I think so. I might not even be onto something with this, but it sure was fucking weird that the first person I spoke to also had experience with genetically engineered...

"Niccce. Firsst, I gotta teach you how to ssswear." This was going to be the beginning of a wonderful friendship, that would hopefully cause many problems for a large number of humans. "Ha-zel, do you know what fffuck means?" Sleet couldn't be happier with how her evening was turning out...

Laura chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I've been there. I mean, that sounds a lot like me. I've shelled out to spectate live at my local gym a few times, but I've never been to anything like this. Howls, I'm barely halfway into my first circuit, even. My friends have been doing circuits since before...

Neither of them seemed to lead the way, exactly, but by walking with each other in a vaguely directionless way, they found themselves at a table near the bar top. That was alright by Laura, it meant not having to cross an empty room to order drinks. She swallowed the usual awkward nonsense she...

Laura stifled a snicker at Odile, who seemed like the goofy demonic type, prone to the same kind of mischief as ghosts, fae, and some dark-type lines. Probably still hideously dangerous, and obviously putting a heavy toll on her partner, but silly. That was easier to deal with than she'd...

Laura shrugged, scratching the back of her neck. "I, uh... don't know if I am. Don't a lot of countries have a legal age of twenty, twenty-one? But like, they must serve mocktails and shit, right? It's not exactly packed in here, they'll serve us." She waved over at the octillery tending bar...

Despite how well her chance meeting at the lake had gone, Laura was full of jitters. Everywhere was either busy, and therefore exhausting, or empty, and therefore bound to make her feel like crap. Mal and Sleet had both fucked off somewhere. She was thirsty. Ugh. Time to try out this 'Sap...

"Yyyeah, sssome humans are better at figurin' 'mon out," said Sleet, with an elaborate waggle of her hand which roughly meant [this issue is complicated and annoys me]. "Good luck learrnin' more, Ha-zel. You'll learrn fassst, I think." Actually, this could be fun and useful. Hazel could hardly...