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Laura peered at Gladion's device for a concerted minute. Looked like network logins worked a little differently in his universe. Nothing unfixable... "Think I got it for you," she said, with a nervous laugh. "I'm sending you a message... there. You see it?" The phone buzzed. Nice. "Okay...

Laura nodded, pursed her lips, and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Yeah... Don't know if that means we can trust everyone on the boat, though. Heard there was some guy who went off about killing people and attacked someone. But... at least I—" She felt her heart push at her ribs. C'mon, just...

Laura blanched. "There are so goddamn many yellow psychics, though. Abra line, drowzee line, pacific raichu... if you include everything possible, it'll be a hell of a job to narrow down." Malachai made a warbling growl of agreement. The island, or these events, were making him exceptionally...

Laura processed first the apparent truth that Odette knew her world's Gladion, which was a touch unnerving, and then Odette calling her 'friend'. Gosh. Already? That was a good thing, but howls, what if she fucked up now? Malachai chuckled darkly at Odile's threat, and Laura headed up an...

Laura waved an awkward greeting. Bickering with her team for half an hour had put her behind everyone. "Heya, Odette. You and your partner doing alright today...?" Malachai snorted in what sounded like derision for Odile's current state.

"Three people? Howls. And yeah, if you've met another person with that link... I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's something, and I don't fucking like it." Laura shook out her shoulders and shuddered. "Starting to think we should be sticking to small groups for safety's sake...

Laura hugged one arm to her side and let her face fall into a dry grimace. She didn't think she counted as 'extrovert' or 'wannabe detective' and maybe that meant Gladion would tolerate having her around? Guessing social norms was fucking exhausting. Fuck it, if she made a faux pas, it wasn't...

<Hello there, Hazel,> replied Malachai, in dry, bassy telepathy. <No need to shout.> He landed with such a strong a wingbeat to arrest his descent that a long stretch of loose sand was flung up and about to be scattered by the wind, and promptly lowered his neck to the beach to let Laura step...

Laura's morning began with a fight. Not a battle, that would've been tooo much fun. No, she got in a fight with her ace pokémon. Both of them. "Youu don't trust Sleet, or sssomethin'?" the inteleon rasped. "I swearrr to fuckin' gods they fffuckin' killed someone, bitch." <The lizard is...