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<Did she just—?> <Yes. Spoken Galarish. I'm as surprised as you are.> Malachai kept matching the tropius' flight path. Below them, it was hard to see anyone who might be down on the forest floor. The tropius didn't seem worried, at least, so maybe nothing was wrong. Indeed, if she was...

<Lone pokémon sighted. I do not know the species.> Laura peered down from Malachai's back, braced firmly with both hands grippiing his fur. Enormous, tree-like... There was no mistaking that creature. "Tropius," she called, above the wind. "Grass/Flying, tropical, herd herbivore. You hungry?"...

Laura set her mouth in a determined grin. Never complacent, but confident, that was the key. She'd give that experimental pikachu (!) a run for his money no matter what he was packing. "You're on," she replied. <Excellent,> came Malachai's satisfied growl. <I grant the right of first blow!>...

Sleet smirked to herself as she crested the hill. She was tough stuff, making it up here. She had moxie. Fuck yes. She'd not climbed up her for fun, though. She'd climbed up here to gauge the distance from the island's amenities, to see if it was frequented by many trainers, to determine its...

Laura's eyes widened. "A whole organisation, with real resources? So... You worked alongside others, did real missions? All I've done is spy a little, I'm no saboteur! And holy howls, if there's a whole group with that goal, it must be pretty high stakes shit." <Did she battle?> whispered...

Laura chewed her lip, not sure if it was okay to ask out of pure curiosity. But Jade was already talking about it. It was fine, probably. "What was it you were looking for, when you did that kind of thing?" she asked. "I keep wondering if the guys you've messed with are anything like my lot."...

"Uh, sorta..." Laura scratched her shoulder and dropped her eyes. "Most of my snooping around was online, you can find out a ton of shit with enough persistence on a search engine. Not really helpful here, though..." <There's more. Take pride, girl.> ...Fine. Augh. "But," she continued...

Malachai made an inquisitive rumble, but the Jade had already moved on. He huffed, and examined her companion. An interesting electric-type to be sure, with avian features on a 'mon so evidently not a bird. <Perhaps we could grant ourselves time enough to battle, before nightfall,> he...

"Probably for the best," Laura replied, fidgeting with her wrist. "Better to stay in groups, right? God it feels so bloody weird to be worried about getting, you know. Vanishing." Malachai, satisfied with their apparent safety, turned his attention to Jade, and her stare. <Perhaps you are...

Huh. It was kinda weird getting a good text from a friend for once, instead of corporate or scambot messages or some horrible bullshit from Dad. A friend... An ally, at least. Friend would be nice, though. Laura had no trouble making the decision to head down to the training area. It helped...

Laura peered at Gladion's device for a concerted minute. Looked like network logins worked a little differently in his universe. Nothing unfixable... "Think I got it for you," she said, with a nervous laugh. "I'm sending you a message... there. You see it?" The phone buzzed. Nice. "Okay...

Laura nodded, pursed her lips, and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Yeah... Don't know if that means we can trust everyone on the boat, though. Heard there was some guy who went off about killing people and attacked someone. But... at least I—" She felt her heart push at her ribs. C'mon, just...

Laura blanched. "There are so goddamn many yellow psychics, though. Abra line, drowzee line, pacific raichu... if you include everything possible, it'll be a hell of a job to narrow down." Malachai made a warbling growl of agreement. The island, or these events, were making him exceptionally...

Laura processed first the apparent truth that Odette knew her world's Gladion, which was a touch unnerving, and then Odette calling her 'friend'. Gosh. Already? That was a good thing, but howls, what if she fucked up now? Malachai chuckled darkly at Odile's threat, and Laura headed up an...

Laura waved an awkward greeting. Bickering with her team for half an hour had put her behind everyone. "Heya, Odette. You and your partner doing alright today...?" Malachai snorted in what sounded like derision for Odile's current state.

"Three people? Howls. And yeah, if you've met another person with that link... I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's something, and I don't fucking like it." Laura shook out her shoulders and shuddered. "Starting to think we should be sticking to small groups for safety's sake...

Laura hugged one arm to her side and let her face fall into a dry grimace. She didn't think she counted as 'extrovert' or 'wannabe detective' and maybe that meant Gladion would tolerate having her around? Guessing social norms was fucking exhausting. Fuck it, if she made a faux pas, it wasn't...

<Hello there, Hazel,> replied Malachai, in dry, bassy telepathy. <No need to shout.> He landed with such a strong a wingbeat to arrest his descent that a long stretch of loose sand was flung up and about to be scattered by the wind, and promptly lowered his neck to the beach to let Laura step...

Laura's morning began with a fight. Not a battle, that would've been tooo much fun. No, she got in a fight with her ace pokémon. Both of them. "Youu don't trust Sleet, or sssomethin'?" the inteleon rasped. "I swearrr to fuckin' gods they fffuckin' killed someone, bitch." <The lizard is...

Sleet's Odor Sleuth picked up some interesting info.