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May had hurried to the lounge as soon as she got the text. She knew it, she knew it, and even then she couldn't feel satisfied because it just meant there was no sure way to get home. When she stepped in they were talking about how they'd left the Prison Bottle behind, and she wanted to scream...

What the hell was that Noivern's deal? Everything he said seemed to be some kind of test or judgement. May exhaled. "Yeah. Let's try to find out where they are." Giving her PokéGear number to a virtual stranger wasn't exactly something she made a habit of, but it wasn't as if she'd be getting...

The Noivern was really going for the intimidation tactics and it wigged May out, but it wasn't like she didn't agree. She looked at Spirit, wary. The Ninetales looked between the three of them, ears flattening as she lowered her head. Her gaze settled on Malachai with his final remark, and...

May nodded slowly. She wanted to just confront Xavian, watch him shrink away apologetically like he did every time it became clearer how he'd bungled things. What could he do if he didn't like it, anyway, an oblivious rich guy against an island full of legendaries? But it'd sounded like the...

May felt the hairs rising on the back of her neck. Instinct wanted her to back away; she stood firmly still, clenching her fists. Something about the Noivern's presence reminded her strangely of Dragoreen. Pragmatic, sure, she'd take that. "Apparently Officer Jenny had a coded journal that...

That was definitely the Noivern from the ship, all right. They definitely didn't get that big in her universe. (And wasn't his coloration pretty weird, too...?) He'd no sooner come out of the ball than a booming voice spoke in her head. What makes you significant? For a moment she thought...

May took a sharp breath. "Well, originally I just went there to get a low-level Skarmory and then return, but I got sidetracked and wound up doing the Ouen League instead." No chance she'd heard of any kind of alternate-universe counterpart of hers, if she didn't even know Ouen existed. How did...

May shook her hand, wary. She looked older, but not old. Late teens, maybe. Galar was pretty far away, but she'd heard about it; rowdy fans of star trainers, the whole Dynamax phenomenon thing that made the Pokémon bigger for extra showiness. "I'm May and this is Spirit." She indicated Spirit...

The talk wound down, and May headed out. Out of the building. The culprit was probably the Hoopa. And what? It'd attacked Steven. She wasn't exactly equipped to fight a legendary with nobody but Spirit. Even if it was one that was doubly weak to Shadow Ball. Spirit was agitated, glancing at...

May pressed her lips together. "Well, then somebody other than you. Would he not let anyone check if his partner is actually his partner?"

So much for things calming down. Two people gone, one of them Officer Jenny, the other the girl with the Roserade that they'd chased down after the first disappearance. Spirit was visibly unnerved, staying close to May's leg, looking restlessly around. May checked her PokéGear and found a...

Before they left, Spirit warily sniffed around the lounge, trying to pick up any interesting or unexpected scents. [[Odor Sleuth @Flyg0n]]

Didn't want to talk about that much, did he. Probably predictable. Why'd he even ask? She sighed. "Yeah, you too." "I hope you find your way back to your world with Coleane," Spirit said. "Good luck to both of you." The Oshawott disappeared out of the lounge. May sank back down onto the couch...

May took a deep breath. Different world. Why not? "We've got a legendary telling us to save the world. He doesn't really know what he's doing. Just picked some kids out of a crowd. I'm not even one of the ones he picked; he picked my friend. I just got mixed up in it anyway. But if you know the...

Spirit's ears flattened back in alarm. She looked confused, distraught. Had to be pretty hard for her to imagine anyone being distressed at the thought of being a special chosen hero. Gen was whimpering, crying. May wished Spirit had never started this conversation. She looked away, rubbing her...

Gen flinched at that. It was pretty hard to picture him going around saving the world, but she supposed you could say the same about Mark. "Coleane was very adamant that the only humans in her world were heroes," Spirit said. "If the Voice of Life summons heroes for a purpose, then surely you...

He was from Johto. Something jolted uncomfortably in May's stomach. She'd been to Goldenrod, on holidays and sometimes when they needed something from the big city and all its specialty stores and businesses, back before her mom'd left. Different Goldenrod, of course - probably. He did say he'd...

What. May looked sharply back towards them. Spirit looked startled, too; probably she'd been imagining Gen might be keeping a secret more like her own, not that. "Hang on, hang on," May said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You used to be human? As in, you just got... turned into a Pokémon...

Gen looked uncomfortable. Hard to be surprised. Spirit nodded. "Yes. Well remembered." May raised a hand in a brief wave and stood up to browse through the bookcase. Seemed to have various books on training. Something about Unovan triple battles might be useful, maybe. Spirit looked after...

At least nothing had happened that morning. What a thing to be grateful for. May had a quiet breakfast of cornflakes and then considered what to do, who to interrogate, where to investigate. Once again she hadn't slept much. Spirit had chosen to keep restlessly talking about that dumb excited...