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Well, shoot. Hazel thought to herself as she heard the announcement. Just how long did I sleep...?! She glanced at her phone and gasped saw that her little catnap had lasted well over the entire day. Rubbing her claws over her eyes, she leapt out of the bed in the cabin and looked around for...

"An Aegislash, and you were caught before you could thank him..." Hazel replied, looking at the Farfetch'd with pity. Were the wilds truly like that? Where you could simply be whisked from your home life without warning? How terrible. And yet, despite that, Jack seemed so... proud. Perhaps she...

"See him 'again'? You mean to say that Seb, your trainer, is not your 'master'?" Hazel replied, taking out her phone again to make some notes. "Kalos... interesting. I heard whispers of a deluded 'Team Flare' that had been apprehended recently, though not much else." It was important to know...

"I see," Violet replied, nodding her head, "That makes complete sense. I understand entirely now." She did not understand at all. Hazel clutched her phone as she pondered Jack's question. This scientific impossibility — No, Hazel, that's just your imagination; the recording tonight will prove...

Violet crossed her arms with a pouting half-smile. While she certainly wasn't a fan of being the butt of the joke, she had to admit, Hazel got her good. She couldn't even counter because she had no idea how to work that contraption of seemingly infinite information. Instead, she elected to stick...

"Born humanoid...?" Hazel repeated, chewing on those words. Somehow, that was a more believable tale than Jack's own story. There were numerous explanations for it. Genetic variation. Embryo modification. Hatchling experimentation. But simply mimicking 'like humans do' for a month? Ridiculous...

Hazel slowly blinked at the Farfetch'd in front of her. Upon closer inspection, they were more sleek than toned as she originally thought, but they still remained human-shaped. She blinked a few more times, hoping to change the result by observing it. No, wait, that was quantum mechanics. The...

Every question Hazel asked just introduced more unknowns into the mix. Apparently, not only there was a world without humans, but there was an entity strong enough to individually pick and choose Pokémon from said world and send them to this one. One that had intimate knowledge of both cultures...

And now they're talking, too?! Violet and Hazel both echoed within in their minds. For Violet, an exciting opportunity. For Hazel, a terrifying revelation. "That makes two Pokémon-Pokémon trainers then; now that is tantalizing development I hoped to see on an outing like this!" Violet...

"Fascinating..." Violet replied, rubbing her chin with intrigue. "It is quite amazing, is it not? I still wonder how it all stays afloat myself!" Violet's smile widened as she put the pieces together: Pokémon speaking in a human language, from a home without humans to begin with, and unfamiliar...

Scientifically impossible. What was in front of her defied the laws of biology, physics, chemistry — of every discovery known to man and of every discovery not known to man. There was no formula for this; no written dissertation that would support it. Since the dawn of man and 'mon, human...

Violet took a step back, startled as Coleane fanned her wings out. She clutched onto the Pokéballs that hung at her side — forgetting for a moment that they had all been empty — before carefully releasing her grip as realized she was not in danger. As the Tropius's words sunk in, Violet's...

Turning towards the voice, Violet began to respond, "I do not believe I ha—" her throat tightened as she saw the looming delight that was the Tropius. She paused, trying to look at each side and behind the Pokémon before craning her neck, pointing and asking, "Was that... you who spoke just...

As interesting as it was to look up a bunch of alcohol brands that she couldn't have, Violet started rocking in her seat in boredom. Places like this were supposed to be loud, proud, and filled with cheer! Somewhere you could have a pint, meet new people, trade stories, and sing songs together...

"Whoa...!" Violet gasped in awe as she looked up and down every nook and cranny of the ship. They had nothing like this in her time! It was utterly massive; it could rival even the grandest of fleets alone, yet it was considered recreational? Not to mention the whole hull was made of metal...