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On the way back from the cove, Gladion and Hazel walked pat the security office. Hazel paused to observe it for a moment. Who actually worked here? Did anyone do anything? She tried to perceive any signs of activity there. @Flyg0n Hazel is performing Odor Sleuth

Once he had left, Gladion’s phone buzzed. It would be too early for it to be Wes, right? He took a moment to send a message back.

Gladion sneered at the asshole. He hadn't actually seen the shot go off, but he knew what had happened. "You happened." He decided he didn't care enough to seriously engage the guy. People like that don't have very long life expediencies. Someone would sort him out, hopefully sooner rather...

Hazel found herself back in her own body again. It would take some readjustment to get used to it again. The weight, the confinement, and... [It is...] Unable to speak. Without Gladion to translate, she was effectively mute again. There was hardly a point in finishing the sentence. [...okay.]...

Gladion was still lying on the ground, an uncapped needle on the ground beside him. "Oh hey Wes. Sorry, I had to drug you. Except, not sorry, 'cause this pain'd be your problem later so really, you're welcome. You're probably gonna need stitches after this, but I don't think I'm up to walk right...

After a moment, Hazel dared look at the aftermath of her attack. The Espeon would live. But there would be no more attacking. Perhaps, then, she had done what was needed. The fear she’d been feeling abated. She walked as close as she dared up to the Espeon, given the shadows. Her arms were...

Hazel nodded. “Okay. I should not have been using it until they were switched back, then.”

Hazel dropped the gun as Odile snatched it, and threw her hands over her ears. She missed the ability to shut them. “Did I do it wrong?” she asked Odette. “None of these were exploding when they were being used on me and my siblings.”

Gladion fell over and landed hard. The pain in his side grew far worse. He needed it to stop. He spotted his first-aid kit lying within arm’s reach. He pulled it closer. The painkillers inside were, at full doses, meant for Hazel and not for humans. He tried to measure out an eighth of a dose...

"Yeah. Most of what I know's not for humans, but I can stop mys- stop you from bleeding out. Learned some of it growing up, some of it because I worry about my partner. Can't take her to a center if she gets hurt, so I've got to be ready... It'll make more sense once you meet her, trust me."...

Hazel nodded. "I am understanding. I do not think I will be jumping ver- Or, maybe I can be borrowing that knowledge from you." She took a few steps back, got a running start (it sure was a lot easier to get up to speed as a human) and jumped. What followed could be generously described as...

Gladion tried to maintain the deadpan tone, but did smirk a little. It felt good just to acknowledge the thing that'd been looming over him ever since he found that someone else was in his body. "Ah, you did notice. I'd started to wonder if you'd somehow managed not to. Which, uhh... thanks."...

A thought crossed Gladion's mind. The kind he would usually never voice, but... the guy was in his body, he quite literally had nothing left to hide from him. In the most deadpan, unamused voice he could muster, he quietly uttered a response: "You got a stick in the swap?" It felt a lot funnier...

Gladion's eyes lit up. "Yes! Make sure you pinch hard enough to disable 'em." Trusting Wes to hold the Espeon up, he slid out from under them and grabbed his side. "I'm just fucking swell, thank you! Never been better!" He sighed, and circled around Wes. "I'll take consolation in the fact...

Hazel took the next step. "Even if you are not showing me with your brain, your body is showing me." She took the steps she'd just made in reverse, moving more hastily this time, then tried to redo them without rushing through all the parts where both feet weren't on the ground. She was nervous...

Gladion took a step back. "I-" He stuttered. It was weird hearing his words in someone else's voice, even if it was an objectively better one than his own. "I didn't plan any fucking rituals. Just knew people were looking for myths and had the misfortune of spotting one. You think I wanted to...

Hazel made sure not to break her pose as she whispered back. “I was wondering the same.” Gladion watched himself- or rather, the man wearing his skin- get up, confused and frightened. Not that he'd expected much better. What's someone supposed to do in this sort of situation? 'Hey I nicked...

Okay no that was way more information than she’d ever been able to nonverbalky communicate with Gladion. Must be because of Manaphy. She followed Odette’s instructions, taking up first position. It felt odd to stand with her legs so close, but she managed. From there, she stepped her left foot...

Hazel’s eyes widened. Something about Odette seemed comprehensible. Was this what it was like for Gladion always seemed to be knowing what she was thinking? “Yes! I am knowing dancing! There’s much Oricorio in my brain and so I have wanted to be trying it before! I was not very good at it for...