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"Different kid. The little one with the Drampa. Plus there was one with a Xatu before the Scisor guy, while we were still on the boat. A Fucking Trend indeed. I've also turned up another genetic engineering involvee. Apparently the Hoopa or whatever made the guest list, so I guess they have a...

<Oh sorry,> Hazel thought, <I was not knowing if telepathy was getting quieter from far like voices.> “Huh, haven’t met Odette yet. But yeah, you missed all the fun. A kid got nicked, I had the misfortune of being the first to the scene, I’d I’ve had entirely enough of people for one day.” He...

Hazel was still feeling melancholy after their encounter at the cafe. Gladion hoped the water's edge would help her feel better. She'd always liked Brooklet Hill, after all. Naturally, though, the beach was... not currently a relaxing location, per se. He went looking for another place, and...

The two of them watched the Tropius mope off. Hazel whimpered. [I am sorry.] Instead of trying to call Coleane’s attention back to communicate that, Gladion just have Hazel a scratch on the back. “You did nothing wrong. Don’t apologize for existing.” <><><><><>

[It is okay,] Hazel signed. It took a moment for Gladion to start paying attention and translating again. [It is okay. I am being safe now.] “We’re alright. Just, watch out for Aether. No idea what they want with you, but it’s probably bad news.”

[I am living. That is already more than my other siblings are doing. They are in cr]- Hazel decided that “cryogenic stasis” would take too long to spell. [are frozen.] Gladion’s tone was bitter as he translated that. [I am needing this helmet to stay living, though. It is not comfortable. And...

Hazel seemed thrilled for a moment- but unfortunately Coleane just had to continue talking. [It was not being cool.] Gladion shook his head. “No. It wasn’t. They hurt her. A lot. I had to take her away to protect her.”

“Yeah, that’d be why. Really… unusual.” Lusamine also has a vested interest in things pertaining to “other worlds” but that’s none of my business. [I am Hazel. I am a bird actually. You are also a bird, yes? You are pretty.] Gladion, feeling awkward about it, translated that one word for word...

Gladion wondered if a Tropius eating a banana counted as cannibalism. Though, based on Coleane he could only suppose it didn’t. “Huh? Aether as in the foundation?” Hazel growled. [That is fuck.] She signed each word out phonetically so that Gladion would understand. Gladion laughed. “I’m not...

Gladion’s eyes widened. It was Hazel who replied first. [Hello. I am Hazel. Today is being full of surprises.] He stopped staring in order to translate for her. Minus the grammatical error. She turned to at him, curious, when he corrected it. He supposed she’d never really had to choose tenses...

Gladion decided to go get something to eat. It had been a chaotic day so far, and the cafe was almost empty given the unusual hour, but that just made it all the more private. He got some food for himself and Hazel before sitting down in the corner.

Gladion decided they were going a little harder on the guy than necessary. He didn’t want a fight breaking out. And really, he just felt bad for the guy. Reluctantly, he approached. Hazel followed behind, as subtly as a chimera taller than he was could. “Hey, you guys, breathe.” He wished...

After informing the officer presiding over the case that he’d witnessed no tampering of the scene between it coming into view and her arrival, Gladion turned to leave. He’d probably get called in later, but he was ready to wash his hands of this for now. It was only when he saw the boy with the...

Gladion shook his head. “Hardly likely. I was here a few minutes after the initial scream and didn’t see a thing. I’d be impressed if anyone could defeat them, restrain them, erase all evidence they’d been there except the lingering psychic energy, and then physically escape in that time.”

“I was the first one here after the scream, and there was no one left when I arrived. Everyone here came after. And yeah, we all got the note. The victim was the young girl with the Drampa, who I suspect was the source of the flame. Seems Teleport was used to remove them.”

Gladion waved. His tone carried fake pleasure. “Hazel, Vi, hello! We’re all having a right fun time right now, you should join us!” He dropped the sarcasm. “Someone screamed and mysteriously disappeared! Also something’s happening down there, our Aggron buddy found a trail.” [Hi Hazel], Hazel...

Gladion crossed his arms. “Well, it seems overwhelmingly likely that there was a teleport involved. People don’t just disappear, after all. That’s a psychic trick, and one that doesn’t necessarily require the herald of the sun to pull off. Given how flowery the rest of the text is, it is...

Gladion crossed his arms. “So, I’m developing a hunch that our buddy with a Scisor didn’t just leave like we’d thought. In that case, this should be the second time this has happened. Unless anyone else has found mysterious scorch marks, the fire was probably Drampa’s.” [Something bad], Hazel...

Gladion was already on-edge from the creepy note under his door, so when he heard the scream, he reacted more dramatically that he may have otherwise. He and Hazel ran to the location of the scream, and his fear proved worthwhile. Her and the Drampa’s footprints disappeared, and with signs of a...

Gladion laid stretched out on the bed. “Talked to our host today,” he said. He’d considered using sign while Hazel was learning it, but in practice her limited vision made it hard for her to interpret them when she wasn’t looking directly at him, so he stuck with verbal speech. “Seems like...