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Ouch. Nineteen was pretty late. How old was Jade, anyway? Maybe about seventeen, or something? Or like, a really fucking tall fifteen year-old. Maybe. Especially if she was the 'aged by fucked up traumatic shit' type. Was Laura that type? She sure seemed to be headed that way. "It's okay," she...

Laura gave herself a moment, and willed the emotions back down. She could be upset later. Always 'later', as if there was ever going to be a good time to get extremely fucking upset. "Well, while I was away from home for uni, my... My purrloin went missing. 'Ran away', my parents said. Decided...

"Nah, I saw loads of people with ostensible ordinary 'mon while I was on the ship," agreed Laura. "And my 'mon, including the ones with me here, are pretty ordinary. But... Well, it's like this." She'd played out conversations like this over and over again in her head, usually wondering if...

"Me? No. No, the ones I've been dealing with aren't... like that. It's weird, actually... You know, I don't know how to talk about it? Before this trip I don't think I ever actually talked about any of it to other humans. Hell, I barely kept most of my team in the loop, just in case. It sort...

Laura nodded, a little too fervently. Was Jade implying she had had run-ins of her own? Hard to tell. Increasingly anxiety-inducing. Better plough on. "Um, yeah. Well, I mean, not with doing any experiments myself. Just, the organisation I'm, uh, investigating... They seem to be making a bunch...

Laura laughed sheepishly and gripped her glass tightly. "Well, there's me, there's Gladion, there's Odette... Or at least, I think so. I might not even be onto something with this, but it sure was fucking weird that the first person I spoke to also had experience with genetically engineered...

"Niccce. Firsst, I gotta teach you how to ssswear." This was going to be the beginning of a wonderful friendship, that would hopefully cause many problems for a large number of humans. "Ha-zel, do you know what fffuck means?" Sleet couldn't be happier with how her evening was turning out...

Laura chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I've been there. I mean, that sounds a lot like me. I've shelled out to spectate live at my local gym a few times, but I've never been to anything like this. Howls, I'm barely halfway into my first circuit, even. My friends have been doing circuits since before...

Neither of them seemed to lead the way, exactly, but by walking with each other in a vaguely directionless way, they found themselves at a table near the bar top. That was alright by Laura, it meant not having to cross an empty room to order drinks. She swallowed the usual awkward nonsense she...

Laura stifled a snicker at Odile, who seemed like the goofy demonic type, prone to the same kind of mischief as ghosts, fae, and some dark-type lines. Probably still hideously dangerous, and obviously putting a heavy toll on her partner, but silly. That was easier to deal with than she'd...

Laura shrugged, scratching the back of her neck. "I, uh... don't know if I am. Don't a lot of countries have a legal age of twenty, twenty-one? But like, they must serve mocktails and shit, right? It's not exactly packed in here, they'll serve us." She waved over at the octillery tending bar...

Despite how well her chance meeting at the lake had gone, Laura was full of jitters. Everywhere was either busy, and therefore exhausting, or empty, and therefore bound to make her feel like crap. Mal and Sleet had both fucked off somewhere. She was thirsty. Ugh. Time to try out this 'Sap...

"Yyyeah, sssome humans are better at figurin' 'mon out," said Sleet, with an elaborate waggle of her hand which roughly meant [this issue is complicated and annoys me]. "Good luck learrnin' more, Ha-zel. You'll learrn fassst, I think." Actually, this could be fun and useful. Hazel could hardly...

"He'd better," quipped Laura, although she ended up kinda mumbling it. Goddamnit. She put her number into Odette's phone and felt kinda wobbly about it. When was the last time anyone had wnated her number, for any reason? Did this make them friends? Was it too soon to say they were friends? She...

Sleet nodded, and stroked her chin with the back of her fingers. "'Kay. Cool. Did you jussst not ssspeak be-fore to-day?" Haha holy shit how frustrating would that be? It pissed Sleet off enough to have shit enunciation, to the point where she just signed all the time instead and made fun of...

Howls, it was weird actually cooperating with someone on uncovering the truth. She was so used to doing everything alone except for her team. Laura smiled, and something felt weird inside her body, like it was full or charged up or something. "Hey, sounds good. I'm having weird connection...

"Yooo, nice. Youu'rre prretty good for a newbie." Weird grammar, which might just be a chimera brain thing, you never knew, but this one was obviously smart. A day's worth of lessons, and already that articulate? It wasn't textbook or anything, but this one learned fast. Cool. Worth talking to...

Laura and Malachai weren't around, but neither was Hazel alone on the third floor. Lounging on a sofa in the hallway was Sleet, studying a pamphlet about Kunolo Island, eyes narrowed. She looked up from the pages as Hazel arrived, and grinned. "Youu arre a sstrrange one," she remarked, looking...

Laura blanched. "Yikes. That's... fucked up." She frowned, and put a knuckle to her mouth. "I'm sorry to hear you're dealing with all that. Best of luck, I guess? Hmm... The other guy I met said his fam were involved in dodgy shit. Starting to worry about my own parents now, ahaha..." Malachai...

Laura did the calculations in her head. Not a bad typing. Ice-type moves if she really wanted to win. Depending on how fast Odile was when she was 'big', Sleet might actually have a better matchup than Mal... and if she was ruthless, the correct move was to stall, not sweep. But it felt a bit...