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Hazel turned her attention to where Gladion lay on the floor. “How are you doing?” He groaned and forced himself to his feet. He was back in the soaking wet clothes from before again. “I’m fine, Hazel, don’t worry.” Hazel tilted her head. “Wait… Really? You… You thought you were being killed...

[[Content Warnings: Transphobia, referenced past and possible-future suicidal thoughts, and violence towards a human who indisputably deserves it.]] Gladion and Hazel awoke in a room that was discomfortingly familiar. It was a cell meant for containing creatures that did not belong to the world...

“I’m ready to go as soon as we can,” Gladion said, “The sooner this is over, the better.” And, of course, the soon he had his bag back, the sooner he could stop worrying.

Gladion grimaced. “Then what can we do? Can Hoopa send us home from here once they recover? I’m not the only one who didn’t prepare for a long stay before getting whisked into the Maw. I can’t stay here.” “Thank you. I would be saying the same of-” Hazel blinked. “Wait. Evolving? I am not...

Hazel managed to stick her landing. Her crest and tail changed from black to red, and after a moment of focusing, a cloud of steam rose of her. She was, if still raggedy-looking, at least now dry. The same could not be said of Gladion, who was soggy, frustrated, and had crash-landed curled on...

Gladion looked around in horror. What the fuck had happened to Odette’s request to please be careful and act natural? What fucking idiot triggered this? “Love you,” he heard in his head. Then the touch of Hazel’s mind disappeared as her crest and tail took on an inky black colour, entering the...

Gladion and Hazel made for the lounge once he'd heard Odette had news, but they were on their way out for what he presumed was the meeting in Odette's room, so the two of them joined the group headed there instead. Hazel took a moment to inspect Odette's room. "Wow, you have so many things in...

Conversation With: 9+ Contacts Hey. Place is scoped out. Orzo’s room is fucked. There’s a painting of other legends but they’ve all been defaced. Pretty empty otherwise, as in extremely short in furnishings and decor. There’s a box in a storage room with a small chair locked inside which Hazel...

“Okay. I found a box that is full of a chair but I cannot get it out. Very strange. I cannot imagine why someone would be doing that. There is probably a reason but maybe not an important one.” Hazel took a moment to relay the two’s findings back to Gladion on the floor below before planning...

Hazel wasn’t sure what she’d just felt. She’d been cut off from Spirit, but there was no portal and Xavier was still there looking anyway. She didn’t think he was bad, and probably not so dumb he wouldn’t notice an abduction but she was less sure about that part. Still, she wanted to check on...

Hazel sensed something wrong in space in one of the rooms. She shuddered and the feathers on her neck fluffed. It wasn’t too late, though, she could still sense the Ninetales. She reached out with her mind. “What is happening? Are you needing support? I can be helping.”

Hazel reached out to the Ninetales whose name was Spirit. “There is Xavier and Clink and that is all I can find. It is filled with emptiness. We will be having difficulty getting anyone visible through but you can still be exploring.”

Hazel was eager to get started with the team's plan. Finally, they were doing something about everything that was going on here! Gladion would've been more eager about someone else doing something. He wanted to make sure Hazel got home safely, more than anything else. She'd just gotten her new...

Gladion sat leaning back against Hazel, with her curling around him like an armchair. He bit his lower lip as he mulled over all the new information. The subject reminded him of something he'd heard a long time ago... A week ago, which was basically an eternity when everything here sucked. Time...

Gladion's smirk widened. "Aw, don't worry Sleet. We'll accept you for who you are." Hazel looked back and forth between Laura and Gladion. They were clearly understanding something she was not. "Now I am being lost again. A 'bird thing?' What kind of thing are we talking about? What acceptance...

Hazel cooed, enjoying the touch. Sleet was acting very stange, which she found odd given nothing else strange seemed to be happening around her. "Yes. Is that surprising you? I am not sure what is supposed to be confusing me about this, with all honesty. You seem to be causing much confusion for...

Gladion wordlessly returned Laura’s glance, trying to pass an unspoken understanding. Hazel leaned her head towards Sleet. She didn’t actually see anything confusing about that request at all. “Of course! You are welcome to, if you would be enjoying it. It is being nice to be able to feel touch...

Hazel chittered and directed her thoughts to Laura. “I see. She is causing troubles. I am familiar with the idea… I am much happier like this. I can be seeing and feeling more easiness. And eating, too. I can probably be doing that myself now.” Gladion sighed. “Right. Here I almost felt...

Gladion couldn't help but laugh. Hazel had... Well, she'd almost pulled a fast one on him. And it was just last week they didn't have any way for her to speak at all. As long as they, well, survived, this trip would be the most worthwhile thing he'd ever done. It was too bad that they would have...

Gladion emailed back at Laura and gave a small wave. “Hey.” Hazel perked right up on seeing her. “Laura! Hi! Are you heading me? I can be talking much easier now. I am still using signs sometimes but I am also using telepathy when I am using the right style. Oh- Hello Sleet! Are you seeing how...