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Astrid tilted her head. “If you say so. I don’t think it’s right to hold one another accountable for things in our old worlds—it feels necessary for this adventure. For this mission. But that’s just me. I won’t try to convince you how to label yourself. It’ll hardly matter in a few hours anyway...

“Heroes are survivors,” Myles parried casually. “Heroes are and can be many things. But what does that mean? Nothing at all, that’s what. Should we honestly rest our morals on such an abstr—” A gust of frigid air silenced him. Astrid lashed her tails, taking a half step forward. “Okay, dude...

“I am what I am?” Astrid chuckled to herself good-naturedly. “I wouldn’t know what that would be. That’s why I think about it a lot! I guess, if I had to label myself, it would be… someone who doesn’t know how to label themselves! That would be my label. I can be happy with that.” She cracked a...

Astrid’s cheeks flushed. “Hero? O-oh. Um. I don’t know. I just make maps most of the time… help catch criminals too, but that’s—I guess, it’s nothing crazy.” A shrug and a gentle smile followed as she eased up once more. “I try not to get caught up on that sorta stuff, anyway. Always throws me...

For some reason, Astrid thought she wouldn’t be able to answer. “Well, I don’t have a way off this world right now, so, that’s that,” she started—a little blunt, but without hesitation. “And I’m in no hurry to leave either. At least, not right now, y’know? I…” She frowned, trailing off. There...

Astrid nodded. “That’s nice. It’s really been a day though and it’s stressing me out. I hope everyone else is coping well…” She eyed Seyka up and down. She’d hardly talked to him, but maybe she could learn something from his attitude. He didn’t seem phased by anything. What went on in his head...

“Hi!” Astrid called. Another Spectrum member—looking as lost as she probably looked. And felt. “You’re Seyka, am I getting that right? Say-kah.” Astrid didn’t suppose Seyka was any more clued in on what to do about all this. “How’re you, uh… coping? You ready for this fight?”

The catastrophe in the sky above was impossible not to notice. Astrid tried to pretend she didn’t, but got slammed into a wall of futility shortly thereafter. By now she’d crossed under its shadow dozens of times in her travels around the city; by now, dammit, she’d have hoped to have gotten...

“Yeah!” Astrid was already on the way, but it was clear that the battle was already over. Digital displays planted around the facility showed her the score—three knockouts, two challengers, one Brisa. “Aww,” she hummed to herself. “I wanted to see Brisa fight…” Perhaps, if the Shinx didn’t...

“—There’s a shop!” Wow, that was quick. Lost in their discussion, they’d become adrift like the overcast skies. Now they were back in town almost; the unmistakable decrease in space between buildings caught her eye, marking what had to be the city limits. Destiny Tower was this way, too. “Hmm...

They weren’t a bunch of children. Games that she played with her brothers long ago wouldn’t work here. Besides that, the only reference point she truly had were the infrequent socials that she attended with her peers. But true to its name, the Expedition Society was not entirely synchronized...

Her head cocked sideways. “It’s worth considering… for the locals, maybe. I get the feeling most of our team wouldn’t be too bothered by—” She went mute. Should she finish that sentence? The friends she’d made so far were great, but were they truly an accurate reflection of Team Spectrum as a...

“Aha, um.” Good question. “I’ve been to parties but never anything, I dunno, big. I don’t really have a good reference point, but… mm. The town I’m from would hold festivities on the beachfront on the first Friday of every month. Shops would stay open well into the night, Pokémon would be out...

Many of the fancier words this fellow used bounced right off of Astrid. He sounded like Chief Ampharos when he was excited for a mission, naïve to the fact that he would certainly veer away from the group and get lost. Astrid had to admit, Icetales talked differently from the others in their...

Astrid blinked and pointed with her paw. “It’s that way, I think. I saw a sign back—” A cursory glance behind her revealed more roads, not unlike the ones running the opposite direction. This was a subdivision, no? It was rare that she would find herself in the richest part of Lively Town, but...

“…Yeah, I’d like that,” she reflexively answered. The path Icetales had gestured to led further into town, where more buildings awaited. A single outlier stuck out among them, unmistakable from the rest: a tower, where she immediately assumed Arceus lived. What it would be like to meet an...

“Noted,” Astrid giggled. “Hiding something…” Subconsciously, Astrid ran a paw through the fluff on her head. “They’re definitely strange, and I bet they think the same of us. I-I have to admit, I’d be hesitant to trust us in their position…” A shrug. “Still. They kinda need us. I’d like to...

Astrid giggled. How polite, this fellow was. “Ahaha, yeah. I… yeah.” She flashed a hearty smile his way, hoping to distract from the fact that her voice was still a bit raspy. “I’m feeling sore, but sitting around in the infirmary wasn’t doing me any good. I’m ready to get back to work as soon...

Was this where Karat lived? Had to be. Astrid wasn’t totally sure why she was looking for him so soon, anyway. Bored and free to leave the infirmary after nearly twenty-four hours spent sitting around, she’d set out to do what she did best: explore. But she needed a destination, and with little...