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Laura watched as the exchange took place, trying to memorise the details. Modest and unassuming as Shaymin was, she was clearly an extraordinary being. 'God', she didn't know about, but extraordinary, most certainly. Malachai remained quiet, possibly disconcerted by Shaymin's response to his...

"Holy shit," murmured Laura. <Such a tiny god,> sent Malachai. His tone felt... gentle. Sleet said nothing; she only stared.

Laura ran a hand through her hair, nails pressing into her scalp. "There are too many possibilities. Orzo and/or Clink are actually impostors, Orzo and/or Clink are working with other 'mon, Orzo and/or Clink were poisoned to lead us to false conclusions... We ought to question them, I guess?"...

"It's disturbing to think that he's getting noticeably stronger this fast," muttered Laura. "Maybe there's more to it than we can guess. Either way, we ought to prepare. Strategise." Laura grit her teeth, and reached for Sleet's ball. It had taken some serious negotiation to get her to stay at...

Laura grinned and nodded firmly. "Yeah. I feel more confident of good results and our mutual safety, sticking together like this." Malachai sent a flood of information her way. <Aggron filled me in on what's been discovered besides the obvious.> "So, the energies here are pretty consistent...

Malachai needed a minute to plot a low-risk landing, and as he circled around, more figures became visible throough the trees. Jade made it out okay, then. Good. And according to Malachai, the aggron was partners with one 'Steven'. Laura wasn't the biggest overseas League buff in Galar, or...

Balancing the demands of both her pokémon partners and trying to get enough sleep to prop up her own dwindling energy was a tough ask already, and solo investigation was a crazy, stupid thing to be doing on top of that. And that was without considering the threat of abduction, which she wasn't...

Sleet cackled. Eggs. Howling fuck. "That is so grosssss and dumb," she replied, making a face. "Plussss Ssleet would get tirrred. And have to eat ssso much food." She grinned, dangling an arm down from her perch. "You'rrre weirrrrrd," she added. "Ssleet likesss you. Let usss be frrriendss."...

Sleet's mouth pulled into a satisfied, malicious smile. Noted: this one did not want ice. "Isn't my kink," she purred, stretching out on her branch as if on a chaise longue. "Don't think we would make good loverrrs, but it would be interrrresting to trrry." She stuck her tongue out at the...

Sleet giggled continuously to herself. Fuuuuck, this one was so upset, it was beautiful. Sleet had created art. Sleet had expertise at the craft of pissing people off. And so easily this time! "All rrreptiless have cloaca, mother fuckerrr. Don't rreally carrrre that you'rrre Legendarrry, this...

Sleet snickered loudly. "Ssleet does not have an assss-hole, only cloaca," she jeered. "Kind of ammm an assss-hole, though, yes." She peered at the human guise, wondering whether it was just an illusion, or true shapeshifting. Interesting. Weird, too. And maybe whatever Type this one was...

Sleet allocated a portion of her snooping each day to the forest. It was partly because the forest was fucking huge, and she hoped to get lucky enough to spot something by chance by searching bit-by-bit, but it was also partly because it was fun. She liked how easy it was to hide, and how many...

"Good luck, Coleane!" replied Laura. "Take care!" Malachai pulled up, rising well above the treeline, and away from the tropius. <She's not the guilty party,> he sent, flatly. "Absolutely fucking not," replied Laura, chuckling. <><><><><>

"Neat names!" replied Laura, over the sound of wingbeats. Did a world of only pokémon have HTML? What? "My other ace is an inteleon!" she added. No point in relaying a list of her entire team, especially when so few were likely to be permanent members. Didn't really make for great light...

Laura squinted into the wind, trying to make sense of the reply. Humans don't exist... except they do, and they save the world. And in the human world, trainers existed... except also Coleane was a trainer. It was like talking to a little girl, or something. A young kid on their first circuit...

Well, that explained it. Or, not so much explained it as... justified it. "Well they can," began Laura, flustered, "but like, with so many species all with their own vocalisations and body language, the paralinguistics alone take years of study, and—" <Pokémon mouths and vocal cords cannot, as...

Laura made a face that bordered on confusion and frustration. "What, since birth?" she asked, in abject perplexity. "Surely someone taught you...?" Malachai huffed, and pulled ahead a little. <Pokémon seldom speak in fluent Galarish, Tropius,> he sent, irritably. <Do you not marvel that you...

<Did she just—?> <Yes. Spoken Galarish. I'm as surprised as you are.> Malachai kept matching the tropius' flight path. Below them, it was hard to see anyone who might be down on the forest floor. The tropius didn't seem worried, at least, so maybe nothing was wrong. Indeed, if she was...

<Lone pokémon sighted. I do not know the species.> Laura peered down from Malachai's back, braced firmly with both hands grippiing his fur. Enormous, tree-like... There was no mistaking that creature. "Tropius," she called, above the wind. "Grass/Flying, tropical, herd herbivore. You hungry?"...