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Given there was, by his understanding, probably going to be some sort of battling, Gladion decided to rifle through the TMs. He wouldn't have Silverbell to ice out enemies in the skies, and the opponents here were unlikely to be of the sort of calibre he could stall to the point of dropping from...

“And I’m certain to remember yours. And thanks for the tip. Speaking of, I’ve mostly ‘shaved off’ the family crest, so to speak, so please keep the matter of my family between us.” He stopped to read the message, then smiled. “Yes, Hazel and I will keep each other safe, as always.” Hazel gave...

Hazel brushed the foretalong that wasn’t occupied by the other Hazel’s hug through her head-plumes and down her head. As displeased as Gladion was with the way Xavier had set this all up, there was no denying it’d wise to have more people on his side. He accepted the handshake. “Agreed. And my...

Gladion laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it isn't. But this is a different kind of unpleasant." Hazel sat back down and rested her head against the ground. Neither she nor Gladion were comfortable with where this was headed, but this was a one-way street. "I said only one of the two genetically...

Gladion crossed his arms. "It means, if nothing else, that I'm going to make sure to burn Faba's lab notes when I get back if it's the last thing I do. Just in case. Because you're right, no one else should go through what Hazel has." Hazel nodded in agreement. "As for your laboratory, I've...

Gladion took a step back at Hazel’s outburst. Wow. He… hadn’t actually been intending to insinuate that at her, but she’d read between the lines. Had probably heard it before, given it was by far the most plausible explanation for her existence. He should have figured it out earlier, really...

Gladion raised an eyebrow at the other Hazel. "I mean, yeah, Sneasel are clever. But I've only ever heard of genetically engineered species having high-level human language comprehension. That's two species, one of which-" -at least, likely both, but definitely one- "-was engineered with human...

Gladion rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? You're here with a Weavile who can read and that's your priority? I didn't even know that was possible. I've got a Sneasel as a partner back home, I'd be floored if she was half this intelligent." Maybe I could teach Hazel something like that...

Hazel nodded in agreement before realizing it wasn’t addressed to her. Gladion thanked fortune it wasn’t available here, then. He’d feel weird about Violet wearing his clothes. Hazel was staring at the Weavile curiously, but eventually turned her attention to Violet. She raised her one of her...

Hazel took a step back to leave the other Hazel some space. She seemed uncomfortable. Hazel was used to that… Gladion laughed. “What? My clothes? I got these pants from some random store on Akala in Alola. I ordered the hoodie online. On a website we can’t access here.” He noticed the Weavile...

Hazel stood up to inspect the other Hazel closely. After regaining his balance from losing his backrest, Gladion shut the container with Hazel’s breakfast and stood up in turn. Gladion tried to mask his annoyance, but… really? Here was Violet and her partner Hazel, surely the ones who’d given...

After eating his own breakfast and taking another, larger serving with him, Gladion set out to look for a good place to let out Hazel. He found a spot out in the natural parts of the island with a nice lakeview. He released Hazel. "Hey, Hazel. Ready for breakfast?" She trilled in response...

Gladion and Hazel looked inside some of the rooms to see which ones Hazel might like. The answer, as it appeared, was "all of them." Adaptable to any environment, indeed... In the end, they settled for the familiar comfort of a conventional hotel room. Hazel greatly appreciated the large amount...

Gladion took one last glance back at their host before slipping into the hall. Wow. He looked like someone who bought a stage magic kit for their high school talent show. In other words, atrociously tacky with a veneer of falseness. Whether this even the real guy, Gladion was unsure. Quite...

“Hello. I’m Gladion,” he offered, matching the bow. He was grateful they were omitting last names. He probably shouldn’t have given it to Laura, had she known more about Aether, she definitely could’ve started deducing things with that information. “I think I’ve heard of you before. Nice to...

Gladion noticed a Milotic watching him. “What, never seen someone stuffing pastries in a bag before?” he snipped, assuming nothing he said would be understood one way or another.

Gladion skulked into the banquet hall once everyone else had settled. He almost went straight for his room, since he had already eaten in the evening back home, but he had an idea. He found some unattended pastries, wrapped them in a napkin so they wouldn’t make a mess, and put them in his bag...

Hazel’s tail flopped back and forth. <Bye! It was nice to meet you, too!> Gladion nodded and returned the handshake. “And the same to you, it was a pleasure. Be seeing you.” What do you know? That went well. He walked over to Hazel and gave her a scratch where her helmet met her neck. “Gonna...

"Right, right." Gladion smirked. "Steal a kickass chimera on the way out, it helps." Hazel cooed back at Malachai. <Yes! Okay! My brother is having a sister which is making her sort of also my sister because we are all having the father who is missing and the mother who we do not call that...

Gladion nodded in what was almost a shallow bow to Malachai, but smirked ever so slightly. Malachai wasn’t wrong, of course, but it sure had gone to his head a little. If the Dragon totem position wasn’t permanently filled, Malachai would fit the mood trial. Dragons indeed. Ah. That’s what...