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"Will do, May," replied Laura, wondering what happened to this kid to make her seem half her age again at least. "And yeah, same here, Spirit." <Good fortune.> Malachai nodded to them both, closing his eyes a moment, and then reached out to tap his ball with a wingtip, vanishing into it in a...

Laura's fingers twitched as she scrambled for what to say. "Oh. Well, I'm glad. And thank you." She sucked her teeth for a moment. "I'm not sure where Orzo and Clink are. Maybe the infirmary, maybe somewhere more private? May, if you like, we can trade numbers, and I'll let you know if I find...

Ghost powers...? Due cause? Laura's head buzzed, but before her thoughts could coalesce into something useful, Malachai leaned down with a guttural hissing to lock eyes with Spirit. His sending was uncharacteristically intense, accompanied by the krookodile-like sound coming from his throat...

Laura nodded carefully, feeling intensely uncomfortable at the notion that one hoopa would eliminate and impersonate another. "If the perpetrator is Hoopa, maybe we could cross-reference the attacks with times he was around Xavian? If you're right, but Xavian thinks that's his real partner...

Malachai leaned down, a draconic grin alighting tentatively on his snout. <Fascinating. You dismiss your part in your world's safety, and your partner's service to a god, to speak of current matters. How pragmatic.> "As much as I'd fucking love to hear about that," said Laura, a little...

Laura nodded, looking sheepish. "Yeah, that's Malachai. I'm doing the Galar League with him and the rest of my team, but it's not really... I have some unrelated business that's more important, you know? Actually, it sure seems like everyone I meet on this island has got something like that...

Laura bowed reflexively to Spirit, signing an acknowledgement of her strength. It was harder to tell with 'mon that used casting over physical channelling, but she sure felt like she was strong. "I was, yeah. Nice to meet you both. I take it you're also trying to investigate this serial...

"Oh, shit, sorry—" Actually, the girl had been the one to run into Laura, but that was what being Galarian did to you. Compulsive apologies, a predilection for complaining about weather, and a natural affinity for queues. "Oh, you're, um— Actually, I don't think I know you...?" Pretty sure...