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"Born humanoid...?" Hazel repeated, chewing on those words. Somehow, that was a more believable tale than Jack's own story. There were numerous explanations for it. Genetic variation. Embryo modification. Hatchling experimentation. But simply mimicking 'like humans do' for a month? Ridiculous...

Hazel slowly blinked at the Farfetch'd in front of her. Upon closer inspection, they were more sleek than toned as she originally thought, but they still remained human-shaped. She blinked a few more times, hoping to change the result by observing it. No, wait, that was quantum mechanics. The...

Every question Hazel asked just introduced more unknowns into the mix. Apparently, not only there was a world without humans, but there was an entity strong enough to individually pick and choose Pokémon from said world and send them to this one. One that had intimate knowledge of both cultures...

And now they're talking, too?! Violet and Hazel both echoed within in their minds. For Violet, an exciting opportunity. For Hazel, a terrifying revelation. "That makes two Pokémon-Pokémon trainers then; now that is tantalizing development I hoped to see on an outing like this!" Violet...

"Fascinating..." Violet replied, rubbing her chin with intrigue. "It is quite amazing, is it not? I still wonder how it all stays afloat myself!" Violet's smile widened as she put the pieces together: Pokémon speaking in a human language, from a home without humans to begin with, and unfamiliar...

Scientifically impossible. What was in front of her defied the laws of biology, physics, chemistry — of every discovery known to man and of every discovery not known to man. There was no formula for this; no written dissertation that would support it. Since the dawn of man and 'mon, human...

Violet took a step back, startled as Coleane fanned her wings out. She clutched onto the Pokéballs that hung at her side — forgetting for a moment that they had all been empty — before carefully releasing her grip as realized she was not in danger. As the Tropius's words sunk in, Violet's...

Turning towards the voice, Violet began to respond, "I do not believe I ha—" her throat tightened as she saw the looming delight that was the Tropius. She paused, trying to look at each side and behind the Pokémon before craning her neck, pointing and asking, "Was that... you who spoke just...

As interesting as it was to look up a bunch of alcohol brands that she couldn't have, Violet started rocking in her seat in boredom. Places like this were supposed to be loud, proud, and filled with cheer! Somewhere you could have a pint, meet new people, trade stories, and sing songs together...

"Whoa...!" Violet gasped in awe as she looked up and down every nook and cranny of the ship. They had nothing like this in her time! It was utterly massive; it could rival even the grandest of fleets alone, yet it was considered recreational? Not to mention the whole hull was made of metal...

Trainer Name: Violet Gael Personality: As someone transposed from the distant past, Violet splashes archaic mannerisms with modern lingo as she tries to adapt to the present-day. She is mischievous, showboating, and has the occasional streak of arrogance. However, beneath her façade of...

Well that was certainly something. She wasn't even sure how to react: should she clap? Sure, dance was a talent, but this song... Lord have mercy, another lunatic. She took a few steps back from Wes, not ready to have a repeat of previous events. A legendary Pokémon... She mouthed the words...

Robin hummed in response as she twirled one of her curls. Not the answer she wanted, but she supposed it was still getting to know each other by playing games together, right? "How about... you show us one of your best talents?"

She relented behind her mask. It was... a comforting thought, coming from anyone else - but from the one she was most scared of? She instinctively wanted to dismiss the sentiment, and yet... Maybe because it was Kora. Because it was someone so powerful. She let herself relax and reply...

The question gave her pause. Something she was proud of having made? To be honest... She looked down at herself, eyeing up her dress and smiling. It was the reason she still strove on despite the chaos of the new world she had ended up in. It wasn't just something she "made"; it was the woven...

Robin's blood ran cold. She was enjoying the conversations and the stories, and she had all but assured herself that since she had already gone, she wasn't in any further danger of being exposed or asked to do something really dangerous. Then the Quilava - Lyle, she think she had heard earlier...

Robin placed her hands to her mask-covered mouth as she looked in horror at what the Fearow was saying. Pokémon really were as terrifying as she thought! And not only that, but it seemed like even the bigger ones like this bird were helpless in the face of true might. Her gaze unconsciously...

I don't have as much time this week due to a family wedding, but I definitely want to participate where I can! Name of fic: White Swan, Black Swan Link: https://forums.thousandroads.net/index.php?threads/white-swan-black-swan.551 # of chapters to read: Just the first one for now!

"Aw..." Robin could help but vocalize, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and tilting her head, "It's okay. You'll have plenty more chances for that, I'm sure!" She took her hand off and placed it on her hip, "We'll give you a little taste of it here! I'll warn you though: I'm a sucker for a...

She relaxed. Now this was more of her style: calm, casual, not so unrelenting in expectations. This one question always lightened the mood, at least in her eyes, "What's one thing you always wanted to do, but never had a chance to?"