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"He'd better," quipped Laura, although she ended up kinda mumbling it. Goddamnit. She put her number into Odette's phone and felt kinda wobbly about it. When was the last time anyone had wnated her number, for any reason? Did this make them friends? Was it too soon to say they were friends? She...

Sleet nodded, and stroked her chin with the back of her fingers. "'Kay. Cool. Did you jussst not ssspeak be-fore to-day?" Haha holy shit how frustrating would that be? It pissed Sleet off enough to have shit enunciation, to the point where she just signed all the time instead and made fun of...

Howls, it was weird actually cooperating with someone on uncovering the truth. She was so used to doing everything alone except for her team. Laura smiled, and something felt weird inside her body, like it was full or charged up or something. "Hey, sounds good. I'm having weird connection...

"Yooo, nice. Youu'rre prretty good for a newbie." Weird grammar, which might just be a chimera brain thing, you never knew, but this one was obviously smart. A day's worth of lessons, and already that articulate? It wasn't textbook or anything, but this one learned fast. Cool. Worth talking to...

Laura and Malachai weren't around, but neither was Hazel alone on the third floor. Lounging on a sofa in the hallway was Sleet, studying a pamphlet about Kunolo Island, eyes narrowed. She looked up from the pages as Hazel arrived, and grinned. "Youu arre a sstrrange one," she remarked, looking...

Laura blanched. "Yikes. That's... fucked up." She frowned, and put a knuckle to her mouth. "I'm sorry to hear you're dealing with all that. Best of luck, I guess? Hmm... The other guy I met said his fam were involved in dodgy shit. Starting to worry about my own parents now, ahaha..." Malachai...

Laura did the calculations in her head. Not a bad typing. Ice-type moves if she really wanted to win. Depending on how fast Odile was when she was 'big', Sleet might actually have a better matchup than Mal... and if she was ruthless, the correct move was to stall, not sweep. But it felt a bit...

"Oh, what the fuck," blurted Laura, as Odile transformed. "Wolves alive, that's a hell of a trick." So, Odette had been pulled to multiple events, but none alike. By inference, they weren't all down to this Xanatos guy. So... keep investigating? Bloody hell. And then there was Odile's...

Laura's eyebrow rose very nearly off her face. That was a lot. Legendary? Vessel? "Okay, I'd figured something was weird about those portals and all that, but you sound like you know you're from a different world. And... weirdly comfortable with it. Odette – it is Odette, right? – do you have...

<She is entirely correct. The fish are too small.> Laura ignored Malachai and peered at the strange little bush of a creature, wondering what sort of 'mon she even was. Didn't look much like anything she was familiar, and if she'd had to guess, she'd have said 'regional tangela subspecies' at a...

Laura waved awkwardly. This didn't seem like the type of person to carry out weird, violent threats. And she was... Kalosien? Probably. "Uh, bonjour, I mean, hello." Shit, why did she say bonjour. That was dumb, she sounded dumb. "I'm Laura, I'm here for that Festival thing. You too?" Malachai...

<Find anything yet?> <Small fish. Sufficient for now.> <Well then come back up, I can't wait around here forever, and I think some of the fucking weirdos from the ship are coming by.> <Very well.> Laura waited, drumming her fingers on one arm and rocking a little as she squatted on the...

Howls, but she could just throw herself face-first onto her bed and pass the fuck out. The idea tempted Laura, but she had too much a sense of responsibility to do that. So instead, she found herself unpacking her things with a squinty scowl, muttering to herself about how this trip was just a...

Laura chuckled. "That's... honestly pretty much the idea. Not an RKS, but... yeah." The tannoy spoke up, and she blanched. "Howls, what time even is it? Whatever, I guess I'll tell you about the hybrid shit some other time? I could do with some actual rest for once. Malachai, you wanna take...

Malachai made a rumbling, warbling sort of noise, like the chittering and squeaking of a bat run through the bassiest filter possible. <How unusual. A being of flesh made through human artifice? It is a pity you cannot make yourself heard... Very well, Hazel; you may converse with me.> Laura...

Laura laughed sheepishy, and hugged herself with one arm. "I don't know what you mean by totem, but he's pretty impressive, yeah..." <Show some pride, girl,> snapped Malachai, in her head, as he crouched on his wingtips to the level of Hazel and Gladion. <The boy understands. I am exquisite.>...

Malachai didn't seem so huge from a distance, with nothing beside him for scale. It was when he just kept getting bigger as he loomed closer than it started to sink in just how dangerous he might be. He was big enough to ride. Big enough to total a vehicle. Big enough to snap up a human being in...

Laura chuckled. "Nice one. I get that. The meta in Galar is completely mental: you get little prodigies spewing outta every private school in the country year on year with purpose-built teams. That's not me. I got a herdier rescue from a shelter, a gogoat on loan from a friend, and a yamask that...

Laura tried to smile. "Thanks. An extra year, huh? You Alolans wait 'til eighteen? Galarish kids are off on junior circuits as young as thirteen." It helped. Really, it did. Laura turned and ordered a plate of chips and a lemonade, her appetite returning enough to contemplate eating something...

Laura shook her head. "Nope. And I'd need to get to know more passengers before I had anything close to a theory, although it spooks me a little that we both have had run-ins with the same sort of bullshit. No RKS specimens in my life, though. ...Not yet, anyway." She sighed, and leaned back on...