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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...

Gladion took a step back, startled. Damn… “You’re partners with a totem? And you’re really not sure why you’re here?” A look of shock crossed Gladion’s face for just a moment before he covered it. He’d never heard of any species using human language with telepathy before, and he’d looked into...

Gladion bit back a laugh. Holy shit she actually calls it a meta. I thought what they said about Galar was an exaggeration. “Sounds reasonable to me. We’ve got a bit of a similar problem, though. The system’s overloaded to shit, so you need your own money to make it function. Except we don’t...

“Damn. Knew Galar didn’t mess around with that stuff, but wow. I guess gyms are probably safer than an island challenge, but still. Takes a special case and lots of paperwork for us to let a sixteen year old go.” Gladion nodded. “Unofficially, yeah. Can’t exactly do a challenge with a Null. I...

“Oh.” Gladion mulled over that for a moment. “That’s not too late, really. An extra year’s not so bad. I’m sure you’ll do alright.” A chill went down his spine at the thought of Mr. Xavier knowing more about them than they did. “I guess if he’s from our future, he would… have the chance to...

Gladion nodded. “Brilliant, you’re a natural. And yeah, I get long better with Hazel than most people, so I’ve adjusted well. It’s been quiet for a while now, for whatever that’s worth here. Was kinda surprised to get invited, really. You got any clue why you’re here?”

Gladion’s eyes widened. “Huh.” So that had actually been what she was talking about, he was just lucky to have a related guess. “Really, I didn’t plan much of it myself. Couldn’t have done it myself. Wish I could help more… Unless I could, like, fuck with the past to help you out. Probably not...

Gladion nodded. “Okay…” He took a deep breath. Those bode all kinds of bad omens for his future. “Great. Yeah. I nicked her four years ago. I was…” It sounded like the future didn’t know who he was. That was good. He couldn’t be outed if nobody knew him. “…Living onsite. Was related to someone...

Gladion nodded. “I’m no hermit. We’ve figured that it’s possible for there to be other worlds with life, that’s my suspect. In that case, the real weird thing is that you do know Alola, and I know Wyndon, Galar. Hell of a coincidence.” He paused for a moment. “And if that’s correct, it’s...

Gladion narrowed his eyes at her, but bit back his tongue. He'd take that as his cue not to send out Hazel. That was a shame, she'd seemed trustworthy to this point. "Personally, I think technology poking around in my brain without my permission is scarier than a bit of genetic engineering, but...

Gladion took a step back, startled. “Ah. That’s weird. Because yeah, it is. That’s probably bad. This is quickly exiting the realm of what I’d consider plausible.”

He took Laura's hand and shook it. Gently. Most firm handshake purists kinda sucked so he didn't want to be one of them. He was somewhat relieved at her answer, too. It meant she had no ties to him, and that he wasn't remiss not to know the guy himself. "Gladion Mohn," he offered, opting not to...