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In the suffocating darkness that enveloped her being as it clutched from her toes to her neck, Violet believed she had gained her answer. The answer she had ran away from for so long: she had killed her brother. She had abandoned him with someone whose power she feared, then became ensnared in...

Everything was becoming far too familiar to her. It was... that day, wasn't it? The day that she lost her sibling — her brother, she corrected herself. But why would the dream take her there of all places? Wouldn't he be somewhere else in the multi-verse, having his own adventure, doing his own...

"Thank you," Violet replied, nodding, "I shall see to it that thou hath kept to thine promise, then," she said, giving a smirk that seemed half out of her usual facade and half out of genuine gratitude. "Thank you again, Cresselia," Violet said, as she blinked a few times to get used to her new...

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Violet quipped, delivering a light smirk with her comment before frowning. "But looks can be deceiving, I'm afraid. Most of those who were simply born into a 'royal' title have not right to deserve an inch of it..." Mineself included. She added to herself in...

Hazel smiled as Kimiko and Olivia spoke up for her trainer, while Violet stared in shock and flattery. They hardly even knew each other, and yet they were all standing up for her...? Cresselia's words snapped the girl out of her stupor as she listened carefully. "...Is that spoken from...

"I am grateful for the honour then, walker of dreams," Violet replied, taking a bow. She glanced to Hazel, smiling. It was more than likely a matter of averages; if there were any that had such truly royalty, it would be her friend, Violet thought to herself. It was a sentiment that wavered as...

"'These days'... a fitting choice of words," Violet replied with a smirk as she stood up. "Though 'royal' is mayhaps not the most befitting moniker for mineself; I was a lower noble, nothing more." She heard Hazel clear her throat next to her. Violet nodded her head as she made a slight noise...

Violet rubbed her forehead as she attempted to process everything that had happened that morning and the night prior. A considerable amount of information had been divulged from the type of mythical Pokémon that had been spoken with, to the legend of the Golden One, and even to detailed planning...

"Gladion... I'll be sure to remember it," Violet replied with complete sincerity. "Violet Gael, though I doubt mine own name hath much meaning to you in this era." She shook her head as she continued, "Bear not the sins of the family crest. Wear the emblem with pride or shave it off, but the...

"This whole 'genetic' concept is confounding to me, if I may be honest," Violet admitted as anxiousness crawled onto her face like a curious critter, "But if I am understanding this... they tried to blend Pokémon of disparate types together into one, but then added human into it to let them...

"Amen," Violet agreed, nodding her head. Hazel herself gave a pensive look in response. On one hand, it was valuable research data and knowledge — one that her father may even had a hand in — that would be completely wasted. On the other hand, it was likely going to prevent more Pokémon from...

Hazel glared for a moment, but closed her eyes and nodded. The human was perhaps a bit too... personal about it, but he wasn't hostile. She opened her eyes back up and typed, [Thank you. I'm just an assistant and a battler by trade. That's all.] "'Or core O'? Is that some kind of machine...

"I'm not engineered!" Hazel practically screeched in protest, before realizing such words would fall on deaf ears. She reiterated in text, [No! Papa would never do something so horrible! I was just raised under a good study regimen, that's all!] It seemed more like she wanted to convince herself...

"Her problem is she reads too much, mate," Violet replied raising a brow, "We made a promise to each other, and I'm helping to coach her through getting out that shell. What does she endeavor to do when a serious situation arises again? I'm not going to let her freeze up this time. No pun...

"Hear that? Not books; battle," Violet taunted to the Weavile, raising a brow as though she were expecting a snarky response. Hazel was too deep in thought to react. "An island made of metal? How does it even float? How does—" Violet started her barrage of questions before eying the defeated...

"I cannot say I'm familiar with that particular region, but you have a good eye for fashion," Violet replied, before snapping her fingers and pouting. "Inaccessible though, huh? That's a shame, really; I think I would look quite good in a black hood, what do you think, Hazel?" Hazel hadn't been...

Hazel observed the strange features of this one with bafflement. Nothing seemed to match up. Its back paws resembled that of a feline, yet its front claws were more insectoid. Its bristled mix of feathers and fur gave it a flying-type impression, yet there had also been a fin on its behind. She...

Violet stared at the vegetation all around her with disinterest as she waltzed through the forest path with her hands in her pockets. Sure, in the past, just even seeing something like this may have dazzled her, but Sinnoh had already well-acquainted with the sights of trees, trees, and, you...