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Violet had much to think about: she truly was thousands of years in the future, the Darkest Day she had endured was caused by a dragon creature, and, at some point between then and now, there was a second Darkest Day that was artificially induced. Like a jigsaw puzzle missing its last few...

"You can perfectly recreate a theatre production?!" Scratch her earlier assumption, the future was awesome. "So you mean to tell me that all someone has to do is 'record' my performances, and then anyone can see it any time?!" Her eyes practically sparkled in excitement. However, Violet frowned...

"Utter madness!" Violet gasped. How could one unleash an apocalypse for something so... absurd?! The anger on Hana's face mirrored her own, but there something far more intense - more personal to Hana's that she could see. Mayhap it was because she was closer to the truth than I. Violet looked...

"'August'...?" Violet mumbled, unfamiliar with the name. She vaguely recalled her father arguing with another noble about the reformation of the calendar, but couldn't quite gather the details. She couldn't make heads or tails as to what that date meant. "Purposefully?" She practically snarled...

"No, not a dragon," Violet murmured as she continuing thinking abou--hold up. "Did you say... First Darkest Day? There was another?!"

The game question being ignored was not lost on Violet, but she herself wasn't sure how to answer. "...Champion?" Violet tilted her head in confusion, "You mean, the King of Circhester?" Maybe another future term. However, the mention of the witch made her scowl, "I only saw them briefly before...

Violet's face was flushed with embarrassment as she nodded her head, not looking at Lillie in the eye, "A-a-ah, yes, o-of course." She wasn't used to that kind of close contact with any other person besides her family; anyone that visited the estate kept about a meter's worth of distance apart...

"Gah!" She squirmed as she was picked up by Lillie, "Unhand me-" she began to protest until she heard the intense BOOM behind her. She felt clouds of dust and a violent, searing heat just out of reach from her as small bits of rubble flew past. An instinctual fear arose as her eyes widened, not...

That gave Violet pause. "...Surely, you jest," her brow raised as she placed a claw to the gem embedded within her chest, "Thousands? Ridiculous! I'm sure the records are just mistaken... they have to be..." her eyes closed as the creeping, slither sensation of being alone began to crawl up her...

Violet nodded her head in understanding. "Well, before I became the absolutely amazing Sneasel you see here," she said, swishing her cape for emphasis, "I, too, was once human." Her ear twitched as she looked at her companions in similar circumstances. She wanted to say more - how she felt...

She understood the message. "Right, truth."

Violet clutched her bandaged ear as she winced, continuing to hear it ring long after everyone else seemed to have recovered. Just when she thought it might have started to fade after the first shrieking noise cascaded through the forest, a second one came through, banging on her skull as white...

"Oh..." Violet looked down and gently kicked a little bit of dirt on the ground. She sympathized with the Oshawott; while the pair were the same age and in similar situations, she had welcomed the change. She was freed from the strict upbringing of the estate and away from the impeding storm in...

"Certainly not," Violet replied, placing a claw on her hip as she did so, "Personally, I find that form of introduction to be platitudinous, but alas, it is customary." Violet rolled her eyes as she said this, revealing more of her true self. "...Though evidently, some of us don't," she snarked...

Violet breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed Kaz had calmed down. "It's quite alright," she muttered, looking away while placing a hand to the back of her head. "Mayhap we got off on the wrong foot; let's discuss something else." Violet's gaze naturally drifted to Lillie as she said this; while...

"Prithee, stay with us!" Violet stuttered, panicking as she saw the other Pokémon clearly writhing in mental agony. "I-it's quite alright! I don't have to know, it's fine!" her eyes darted around, trying to find something to help Kaz out, "O-oi, y-you want to see something I can do?" Violet...

"...Galarish myth, you say?" Her claws shook in anticipation. It was a stretch, but... perhaps they were talking about the same thing? Violet was about to speak up, but then she heard the Lilly's voice: Violet frowned. It can't just be a myth; it just can't be. She knows what she saw. Someone...

Realizing she was being watched, she quickly tried to save face pretend she was adjusting the cape and used an arm to make it flap in the wind. "It's nothing of the sort," she said as a sly grin crept onto her muzzle, "I simply have much to think about; a concept I'm afraid your friend may not...

"The pleasure is all mine, Goku," she said, nodding her smile rang true for once. Something about this 'mon felt genuine, yet still kind - a far cry from the double-speak of the old nobility that she had grown up with. However, the edges of her mouth twitched as her smile faltered at Vegeta's...

Noticing that the Riolu returned, Violet approached her with the towel in hand. "Gramercy for this," she said, nodding her head. "Mayhap our introduction was hasty. Mine name is Violet, perchance may I have yours?" Violet's gaze turned to the small mudkip, and she gave a haughty chuckle as she...