MintyMimix
Otherworldly Dessert
Violet kept praising the "flash" and "flair" of their courteous host as the duo made their way to the dorm hall. Hazel had to admit, it was nice seeing Violet so happy... even if was over something that she herself thought wasn't all that special.
Still, the Weavile had been more fascinated by the Pokémon next the man. It was clear that the one with the ring, Orzo, was progenitor of the portals. Hazel wasn't sure why, but something in the back of her head came back to the Kalos region that had been brought up by the bar. Perhaps she could try to connect the two pieces of information on her own time.
But that was a small riddle in a far larger puzzle. No, the real mystery was the Klefki, Clink. It was clearly the right-hand 'mon behind the man, but that detail the... Xavie... Xavius...Xaviun?
Xaviun.
The detail that Xaviun brought up about Clink being the one who invited the 'rare mythical pokémon' had not slipped by her. The premise that a regular Fairy-type would have that much power would be one she would write off as statistically improbable, but she then she considered the other guests: Fallers hand-picked based on "talent" or "interest". It was clear that while Orzo made the portals, Clink was the brains of the operation. They had to have information on all of them, and, more than likely, on these "rare Pokémon" as well.
It was a chilling reminder that she needed stay frosty.
...Hazel was glad that Violet didn't hear that accidental pun.
Especially when they just arrived to an Ice-type room on the second floor.
Upon entering the room, a refreshing draft of wind invited them as the cool, crisp air blew their stresses away. Lodged straight into the wall was an enormous fan that could range from "cool" to "freezing". The full-sized bed had a retractable overhang to simulate the living conditions of a cave den. There was even a second shower that dispensed ice rather than water! Granted, Hazel considered that to be more akin to a projectile weapon with a tub, but even so...
Hazel and Violet had become enraptured by their new environment. They spent the evening exploring every little nook and cranny of their accommodations. Violet was enamored whenever a switch or button of some sort activated the appliances. It was as though it were magic! Really expensive magic, but magic!
Hazel made notes of every model ID she could find. She played with as many settings as possible to find the optimal housing conditions for the two of them. She was surprised at just how much Violet could withstand the cold — was this "Kingdom of Circhester" she had come from really so frigid? Nonetheless, it was convenient situation, and Hazel would gladly enjoy being her element for as long as she could.
Once the two satisfied their curiosities, the two snuggled together in their bed. The overhang above it added to the cool yet cozy nature as an instinctual sense of "home" breezed over Hazel. That evening, for all of its ups and downs, was... really nice. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe this really was just a festival by an eccentric philanthropist who just liked seeing rare sights from across the multiverse.
There was one last thing to check: the video recording.
Hazel carefully looked at her phone, ready to debunk what she thought was a hallucination with Jack...
...It was completely real. There was a tiny humanoid bird in front of her that whole time.
Hazel slammed the phone on the end table before clutching her arms around Violet.
Still, the Weavile had been more fascinated by the Pokémon next the man. It was clear that the one with the ring, Orzo, was progenitor of the portals. Hazel wasn't sure why, but something in the back of her head came back to the Kalos region that had been brought up by the bar. Perhaps she could try to connect the two pieces of information on her own time.
But that was a small riddle in a far larger puzzle. No, the real mystery was the Klefki, Clink. It was clearly the right-hand 'mon behind the man, but that detail the... Xavie... Xavius...Xaviun?
Xaviun.
The detail that Xaviun brought up about Clink being the one who invited the 'rare mythical pokémon' had not slipped by her. The premise that a regular Fairy-type would have that much power would be one she would write off as statistically improbable, but she then she considered the other guests: Fallers hand-picked based on "talent" or "interest". It was clear that while Orzo made the portals, Clink was the brains of the operation. They had to have information on all of them, and, more than likely, on these "rare Pokémon" as well.
It was a chilling reminder that she needed stay frosty.
...Hazel was glad that Violet didn't hear that accidental pun.
Especially when they just arrived to an Ice-type room on the second floor.
Upon entering the room, a refreshing draft of wind invited them as the cool, crisp air blew their stresses away. Lodged straight into the wall was an enormous fan that could range from "cool" to "freezing". The full-sized bed had a retractable overhang to simulate the living conditions of a cave den. There was even a second shower that dispensed ice rather than water! Granted, Hazel considered that to be more akin to a projectile weapon with a tub, but even so...
Hazel and Violet had become enraptured by their new environment. They spent the evening exploring every little nook and cranny of their accommodations. Violet was enamored whenever a switch or button of some sort activated the appliances. It was as though it were magic! Really expensive magic, but magic!
Hazel made notes of every model ID she could find. She played with as many settings as possible to find the optimal housing conditions for the two of them. She was surprised at just how much Violet could withstand the cold — was this "Kingdom of Circhester" she had come from really so frigid? Nonetheless, it was convenient situation, and Hazel would gladly enjoy being her element for as long as she could.
Once the two satisfied their curiosities, the two snuggled together in their bed. The overhang above it added to the cool yet cozy nature as an instinctual sense of "home" breezed over Hazel. That evening, for all of its ups and downs, was... really nice. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe this really was just a festival by an eccentric philanthropist who just liked seeing rare sights from across the multiverse.
There was one last thing to check: the video recording.
Hazel carefully looked at her phone, ready to debunk what she thought was a hallucination with Jack...
...It was completely real. There was a tiny humanoid bird in front of her that whole time.
Hazel slammed the phone on the end table before clutching her arms around Violet.