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"I think that's a good plan," Skara said, nodding. "Keeping berries around and making sure people know they can be reasoned with, or at least distracted, I mean." She managed to wrestle the lid back onto the jar. The mudkip had a point; the shade did seem like it had had enough. Maybe she'd try...

Skara dropped the jar held in her pincers, staring at the shade. She was still for a few moments, then clicked once. "...huh." Gingerly, she retrieved the jar and carefully lowered it over the shade and its berry, glancing between the creature and the mudkip worked up into some sort of silent...

Ah. Some of the "human" worlds had "pokémon trainers", right? The human-creatures kept pokémon with them all the time, helping each other get stronger. Something like that. For some reason. Why the pokémon of these worlds needed help getting stronger was probably a question for another time...

Truth be told, Skara hadn't really thought about the implications of the stones being similar to objects from the others' worlds. A few rapid, confused clicks, and then: "I guess they did say that... does that mean that there are shades in your world? Or something like them? Do 'poké balls' make...

That was... brusque. It was just a question. Based on what Skara had overheard so far, though, it seemed like that was just business as usual for him? Huh. "I was just looking for a quiet place to finally do some research," she said, pausing now that she could see him clearly. "I haven't been...

Skara still wasn't clear on how much time they had before being relocated to Destiny Village. Probably any day now, now that their missing teammates had been brought back in one piece. All the more reason to try and get to the bottom of this slug nonsense now, then. Chip's visit and the...

Skara wormed back down the trunk, fumbled in her pack for a jar—definitely best not to leave town without one at this point—and hurried over to where the sneasel had the shade pinned. "In here!" she said, offering the open container.

There was just no keeping up with the thing. Skara's eyes couldn't move fast enough to follow the streak of darkness as it darted around the group, and she certainly couldn't turn her head fast enough to track it. (Not much of a neck, after all.) Forget about trying to chase it. She wished Soda...