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After their encounter with Gladion, Hazel wore a pensive look that ill-suited her usual curiosity. Violet might not have understood the full extent of her contemplation, but she knew that she just needed a bit of time to think things through. Clutching onto her claw with a warm touch, she lead...

"Gladion... I'll be sure to remember it," Violet replied with complete sincerity. "Violet Gael, though I doubt mine own name hath much meaning to you in this era." She shook her head as she continued, "Bear not the sins of the family crest. Wear the emblem with pride or shave it off, but the...

"This whole 'genetic' concept is confounding to me, if I may be honest," Violet admitted as anxiousness crawled onto her face like a curious critter, "But if I am understanding this... they tried to blend Pokémon of disparate types together into one, but then added human into it to let them...

"Amen," Violet agreed, nodding her head. Hazel herself gave a pensive look in response. On one hand, it was valuable research data and knowledge — one that her father may even had a hand in — that would be completely wasted. On the other hand, it was likely going to prevent more Pokémon from...

Hazel glared for a moment, but closed her eyes and nodded. The human was perhaps a bit too... personal about it, but he wasn't hostile. She opened her eyes back up and typed, [Thank you. I'm just an assistant and a battler by trade. That's all.] "'Or core O'? Is that some kind of machine...

"I'm not engineered!" Hazel practically screeched in protest, before realizing such words would fall on deaf ears. She reiterated in text, [No! Papa would never do something so horrible! I was just raised under a good study regimen, that's all!] It seemed more like she wanted to convince herself...

"Her problem is she reads too much, mate," Violet replied raising a brow, "We made a promise to each other, and I'm helping to coach her through getting out that shell. What does she endeavor to do when a serious situation arises again? I'm not going to let her freeze up this time. No pun...

"Hear that? Not books; battle," Violet taunted to the Weavile, raising a brow as though she were expecting a snarky response. Hazel was too deep in thought to react. "An island made of metal? How does it even float? How does—" Violet started her barrage of questions before eying the defeated...

"I cannot say I'm familiar with that particular region, but you have a good eye for fashion," Violet replied, before snapping her fingers and pouting. "Inaccessible though, huh? That's a shame, really; I think I would look quite good in a black hood, what do you think, Hazel?" Hazel hadn't been...

Hazel observed the strange features of this one with bafflement. Nothing seemed to match up. Its back paws resembled that of a feline, yet its front claws were more insectoid. Its bristled mix of feathers and fur gave it a flying-type impression, yet there had also been a fin on its behind. She...

Violet stared at the vegetation all around her with disinterest as she waltzed through the forest path with her hands in her pockets. Sure, in the past, just even seeing something like this may have dazzled her, but Sinnoh had already well-acquainted with the sights of trees, trees, and, you...

Violet kept praising the "flash" and "flair" of their courteous host as the duo made their way to the dorm hall. Hazel had to admit, it was nice seeing Violet so happy... even if was over something that she herself thought wasn't all that special. Still, the Weavile had been more fascinated by...

Unaware of the blonde trainer's plight, Violet kept loudly egging Hazel on. "Come now, surely that device of yours has something like that?" The Weavile barked a 'Sadly not!' in response. "But with all that fancy tech back there, surely, there's something?" Her Pokémon shook her head with a...

Violet wiped the cream off of her face and took a deep breath. She returned Hazel's challenging smirk with one of her own as she reached for the nearest dessert. The trainer rolled back her arm ready to toss it at the Weavile before she overheard a loud *AHEM* behind her. She turned to see one...

As Violet and Hazel entered the extravagant, classically styled room, a chilling wind passed by the duo. For Hazel, it was simply the refreshing breeze of the air conditioning bristling her fur. She closed her eyes and smiled as she relaxed, enjoying an environment more suitable to her species...

Well, shoot. Hazel thought to herself as she heard the announcement. Just how long did I sleep...?! She glanced at her phone and gasped saw that her little catnap had lasted well over the entire day. Rubbing her claws over her eyes, she leapt out of the bed in the cabin and looked around for...

"An Aegislash, and you were caught before you could thank him..." Hazel replied, looking at the Farfetch'd with pity. Were the wilds truly like that? Where you could simply be whisked from your home life without warning? How terrible. And yet, despite that, Jack seemed so... proud. Perhaps she...

"See him 'again'? You mean to say that Seb, your trainer, is not your 'master'?" Hazel replied, taking out her phone again to make some notes. "Kalos... interesting. I heard whispers of a deluded 'Team Flare' that had been apprehended recently, though not much else." It was important to know...

"I see," Violet replied, nodding her head, "That makes complete sense. I understand entirely now." She did not understand at all. Hazel clutched her phone as she pondered Jack's question. This scientific impossibility — No, Hazel, that's just your imagination; the recording tonight will prove...

Violet crossed her arms with a pouting half-smile. While she certainly wasn't a fan of being the butt of the joke, she had to admit, Hazel got her good. She couldn't even counter because she had no idea how to work that contraption of seemingly infinite information. Instead, she elected to stick...