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Odette’s brows furrowed. “You mean Wallace?” He got attacked? In broad daylight? So now the culprit was getting ballsy? Was it payback for getting Mitch back? Gods, she fucking hoped not… “Oh no…” Enora cooed softly. However, that last part did not phase her. If anything, it simply made her...

“His private quarters, huh?” Odette suddenly started to wonder where that might be. She wondered if anybody outside their group would know that. She cleared her throat at that last bit, though. Vaguely remembering how Wallace mentioned drilling the fuck out of him. She hid her sheepish...

Aside from enjoying this schooling on how Roserade worked, this was all proving extremely helpful. Much more than she anticipated, too. The medicine here was really good--enough to help her weird burn--so she would have to assume it would be useful in curing a really intense poisoning too. So...

That felt like a pretty decent exchange. Odette had almost forgotten that Roserade were partial poison types, too. Suddenly, her disappearance didn't seem like that much of a coincidence. "Deadly enough to poison a steel type, maybe," she murmured. Was it possible this culprit had means to...

“Yep, yeah, she’s weird, heard it all before,” Odette said as she reached up to swat Odile off her head. The bat just hovered up before landing happily back on Odette again. “I’ll spare you the details, but all you need to know is that she’s—“ “̷A̵ ̵L̶E̴G̴E̵N̶D̸A̴R̵Y̵,̶ ̷B̶I̵T̶C̴H̶.̵”̴ Enora...

Odette nodded in agreement. “I’m not the jumpy type either, but this island has definitely done me in.” She made a mental note of the Salandit’s wary demeanor, but nodded toward them in greeting. “Hey,” she murmured back. She was impressed he’d even bothered to greet her, after what happened...

Odette jumped at the sound of the trainer’s voice. Lasting jitters from her rescue? Or sleepiness? Maybe. But, now she had no reason to leave. “Oh, hey,” she sputtered. She regained herself by shaking her head. “I wasn’t expecting to find anybody here.” That was only a half-lie. “I don’t mean...

Odette had never spoken to that Salandit trainer. Barely even glanced at him. She didn’t normally touch poison trainers with a 30-foot pole. But this was a special case. Nobody from their group had said a word to him, and she was aching to change that. “Do you really need to be hunting down...