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"Thanks," Blair replied pleasantly. Seemingly satisfied with May's answer, she continued. "We came from breakfast, which I suspect a lot of the other trainers did too. And this morning I was training privately again. If someone on this island is responsible, I didn't want to use the arena so...

The chant echoed into caverns before seemingly being swallowed by the warmth. Silence fell for a moment, punctuated only by the sounds of breathing and the very faint rumbling of wild pokemon, far off. And then... A small ember flickered to life and moved down one of the tunnels. It floated in...

"Yellow, huh." Well at least May was honest, she figured. Blair glanced at Hatterene, who gave a nod. "Okay," Blair said. "No harm in sharing, since I think you two seem sensible. It's nothing big, but I've been helping Hatterene learn Magic Dust. I figured I can turn the tables and combo it...

"I beg your pardon. This is not a show, I'm the chef," Flygon rumbled. "This is my restaurant." He seemed put off, or maybe disappointed by the question. The waiter smiled in a friendly way and held up his hands. "I get you," he said with a wink. "You're here about the rumors, right? About...

"I was by the main hall," Xavian answered easily. He seemed unbothered by the question, as if he had nothing to hide. "Clink and Orzo and I had just finished breakfast. I was leaving our dorms with Clink when I heard the scream." His tone grew more serious. "I contacted Officer Jenny and thats...

Irene didn't look up from her drink for a long time. Her Roserade kept shooting her almost exasperated looks that she ignored. Finally, Irene took a long swig and set the glass down. A bitter smile crossed her face. "Got nothing to lose..." she muttered to herself. "I've had my eye on two...

"Nice to meet you," Blair said casually. "We're just working on some moves in case that kidnapper shows up again. Maybe we can paralyze them before they can teleport. Got a TM for Thunder Wave for Grumpig. Not sure what will work at this point." "Don't suppose you've heard anything about the...

A hit. Alakazam tensed, quickly evaluating. Effective, maybe, but not as much as he had hoped. Strong too - he'd put effort into that strike but they'd tanked it, and were still standing strong. Noro scanned the field, eyes narrowed and heart thrumming as Odette called an attack. Bitter...

"No its fine. I deserved as much, I suppose. I can't blame you for wanting answers, I hardly deserve an apology." She sipped idly at the drink, as if trying to distract herself. At his next question, she seemed to consider her words. She cast a side-eyed glance at her Roserade, as if for...

"I'll ask him to come by!" The waiter said cheerfully. He turned and strode purposefully away, vanishing briefly through the kitchen doors. A minute passed. The doors swung open again, and a Flygon emerged, wearing a chef's hat and apron. Despite the spring in his movements, his scales looked...

Blair turned towards May, seemed to evaluate her for a moment, and nodded carefully. "Yes. Name is Blair, yours?" she held out her hand to shake. Hatterene seemed to be studying Spirit and May both, while Grumpig hadn't taken his eyes off her necklace. After a moment, Hatterene dipped her head...

"Oh, I'm sorry I can't say I'm sure," the waiter said with a chuckle. "A few trainers now have asked around about them, but I'm afraid they can be very cautious. Or at least, I've never seen them. But you might ask the head chef? They know a lot of dragon types. Shall I get them for you?"...

Blair kept walking until she reached the far side of the lake, which was quieter. Grumpig and Hatterene followed behind her, periodically glancing around. She stopped in a small empty space and trned to her pokemon. "Alright, let's keep practicing, okay?" Grumpig puffed out his chest and nodded...

"Noro. Alakazam," Noro said simply, gesturing to Alakzam, who nodded in acknowledgement. "A pleasure, I hope," said Alakazam. His gaze shifted briefly to mild surprise as she gestured to the like...hairball bat-thing. In any other circumstance, he might have written her off as one of those...

Irene had mostly been staring at her drink for the better part of the last half hour, barely sipping it. Roserade was picking at her own food, but seemed more concerned, or perhaps miffed with her trainer's mood. As Steven approached, Ampaharos perked up and let out a warning pulse of light but...

Noro watched her, somewhat puzzled by her actions. What was that thing? No matter, he supposed. Off season, huh? So she was at least somewhat knowledgeable of battle then. At her next question, however, he gave her a baffled look. Noro narrowed his eyes. "A ploy, Noro. They seek information,"...

Xavian considered the question for a moment. "I'm afraid its a bit more complicated to find them than a list. I invited them, but they still operate by their own rules. But I can give you a list of the ones you can see! Clink tells me that they like to appear before trainers with a compassionate...

"Either keep quiet or get out. You had your chance," Noro said coolly to Jack and Zack, before turning back to Odette. So this girl thought she was- "Noro." Alakazam's mental chide cut through Noro's bad mood. Noro paused and evaluated the woman a little closer. Her demeanor wasn't like some...

Noro and Alakazam worked their way past the other training rooms, a few who had anxious or determined trainers pracitcing, probably anticipating the next attack. Trying to prepare. He passed all the rooms, hoping to avoid any trainers. He'd already had a few practice battles, but he found...

The brightly lit shelves were stocked to the brim with perfectly organized shelves of TMs. At first glance, everything appears meticulously kept and undisturbed. Whoever was in charge of stocking certainly did an impeccable job. Yet despite Wallace's sleepy brain, or perhaps thanks to it, they...