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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The line goes silent. A click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Again, the tone ends without fanfare, not even a dialtone. A heavy sigh sounds. Another click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

This time, the silence isn’t put to an abrupt end. If one were to listen carefully, they might hear a weighty, rhythmic sound in the backdrop. Crunching footfalls.

Click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I suppose it’s to be expected,” Says the caller under his breath, “The odds that service would extend so far into untouched wilderness…”

He doesn’t elaborate. The footsteps continue inexorably onward, wherever he’s going. A breath trembles.

Click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The speaker begins almost as soon as the ringing ends, voice muted in a strange way-- not something he’s actively doing to silence himself, but as if the world around him has limited it. “This is ridiculous. If my call hasn’t gone through yet, it certainly won’t now. The only thing I’m doing is wasting this device’s charge.”

There’s a short silence.

“Though it… doesn’t seem to have depleted over the past two hours. Interesting.”

Click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“This doesn’t seem to be doing any harm, so I suppose I can allow the indulgence. It’s just… so quiet here. I’ll take a series of failed calls over the silence. And, perhaps, if I keep trying…”

He breathes out. The tremor in it this time sounds something akin to a strangled sob. The voice goes silent for the duration.

The footsteps, however, continue like clockwork, crunching on and on.

Finally, the line clicks off.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I have to afford it this much, it really is beautiful out here. You could never see the stars so clearly in the city, and the way everything is blanketed in a perfect layer of snow-- it would be a sight to behold under better circumstances. I tried to send a picture, but it’s no surprise that it never connected.”

He pauses for a moment. The audible inhale trembles, and so does its matching exhale, but it’s lighter than before. In spite of it, he laughs under his breath.

“Imagine if you could hear me, rattling on about nothing. Should I tell you about the Snorunt, just to be safe? I passed by an entire pack of them, hopping around to their hearts’ content. The amount of energy they have in such a harsh environment is enviable. They jump from snowdrift to snowdrift without the slightest difficulty, and here I am fighting for every step.”

The footfalls are audible as he allows a break in the one-sided conversation.

“I recognize that standard procedure when one finds themselves lost is to remain in place, but I’m afraid it’s no longer an option. I’m unsure how long I spent semi-conscious, but clearly I wasn’t found in that time. As the snow continued to fall, it became impossible to stay where I woke. I hope I haven’t made a horrible mistake.”

His breathing changes. It’s hard to identify in that moment, but when he begins again, the cause becomes clear: he’s coming across with a fabric barrier warping the quality of his speech.

“The cold air is beginning to become painful. I’ll try again once my throat has recovered.”

The line clicks shut.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“The snowfall has increased. Traversing it has become more difficult, and I’m tempted to walk along the edge of the nearby forest, where it accumulates less. Thus far, the Pokemon here haven’t seen fit to interact with me, and I’ve given them their space out of an abundance of caution, but I’m concerned that following the forest’s boundary might encroach on someone’s territory.”

Where the pattern of regular steps had been audible before, it’s overtaken by the wind now. White noise fills the gap in between thoughts.

“Please tell me the Pokemon stayed behind. I-- I know that you reasonably can’t, you can’t even hear me right now, but if they’re not with me, I can only hope that they’re home instead of lost wherever this is. They don’t deserve that.”

His breathing is still close enough to the receiver to come across, one short hiccup standing out before he’s able to control it.

“A selfish part of me wishes Chandelure, at least, was here. She could do nothing for the cold, but her light would be welcome. To say nothing of the company, of course…”

Similarly unaffected by the buffeting wind-- somewhere close to the receiver-- there’s a delicate tink-tink, and then the distinctive sound of a zipper being done up.

Muffled, the speaker says, “I’ll call you back shortly.”

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first thing that comes across as the line opens isn’t the caller’s voice, but the wind, stronger than it had been at any point prior. Beneath it, hidden behind whatever protection he’s mustered, the man can be heard breathing. There’s an undeniable shudder to it that doesn’t go away as he speaks, even though the quality makes it clear that he hasn’t emerged from his comparative haven.

“It’s too risky. There’s no telling what lives in the forests here, and without a Pokemon of my own, the danger can’t be overstated. Unfortunately, that means my only track is to continue through the snow, which grows harder by the minute. I—”

He cuts off abruptly, a startled inhalation sounding. It evens out a moment later, half in relief, half exasperation.

“I’m relatively certain I haven’t looped back on my own tracks, but as the snow continues to fall, it’s impossible to say. The terrain I’ve crossed has presented a number of unique features, which I would take as a good sign, were it not for the fact that I won’t be able to rely upon it for much longer. My visibility is beginning to wane as the-- the storm grows stronger.”

The line goes quiet, but the call doesn’t end. Several minutes pass without comment.

When he finally does speak back up, it’s nearly hidden beneath the building gale.

“I’m grateful that you’re not here, but…”

There’s a hiss. A frustrated, human hiss.

Click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I wish your voicemail would pick up. It would be nice to leave you a message instead of… this, but I’m afraid my reasoning isn’t so altruistic. I didn’t realize a place could simultaneously be so loud and so quiet. I can only speak for so long before it’s snatched away, and even beneath my coat, the cold becomes painful quickly. It’s silly, but it would be a relief to hear your voice, even just as a recording.”

It’s difficult to tell beneath the interference of the wind and the ever-present shivering, but the tremor in his voice shifts. The quality does, as well, making it sound like he’s speaking from deeper in the jacket he’s hiding beneath.

“I’ve been so focused on getting… anywhere that I can’t even remember what we were talking about before we split off this afternoon. I’m not convinced that I have gotten anywhere, and-- and I can’t remember now. It’s buried und--”

There’s a choked sound. It turns into a yelp halfway through, overlapping something coming into contact with the receiver. After a few seconds, a frustrated snarl becomes audible. It’s followed by half a minute’s worth of indistinct fumbling.

“I’m alright.” The speaker says, though the wavering of his voice has increased tenfold. “There must have been something hidden beneath the snow. My derailment was only temporary. I’m going to increase my pace for a moment, to try to warm my engine.”

His voice hitches, like he wants to say something else, but the only audible follow-up is a juddering sigh.

The connection ends.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“It’s gotten worse.” He says without hesitation. “I can hardly see a meter in front of my face. Even if I had seen any indication that another human has ever set foot here, it doesn’t matter when, for all I know, I’m walking right past them. Not with any speed, mind you. My track is so obstructed that I really do believe a Roggenrola could outpace me right now. The only other option is to find a terminal to wait the storm out, but if I stop here…”

It’s impossible to tell what else might fill the break. The wind has overtaken his breathing to the point where, if one wasn’t careful, even his voice could be lost.

“I’m going to press on, whatever good that might do.”

Click.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The silence stretches long after the ringing stops, circumstances unknowable with only the wind roaring in the receiver.

After several long minutes, the speaker’s voice sounds. He’s weaker than before, not only from the cold air he has no choice but to breathe in, but the emotion that keeps him in a stranglehold.

“I think I’m going to die here.”

The white noise takes over, but the connection doesn’t end. It stretches past empty minutes and, in the rare lull, one might think they hear breathing again-- ragged breathing, broken up not by involuntary trembling, but a man desperately trying to navigate a snowstorm while his despair struggles to tear loose from him.

He only tries to vocalize once more, well after his lungs have given up the fight as a lost cause.

It’s short.

Nearly imperceptible against the howling backdrop.

Utterly hopeless.

“I’m sorry.”

The call, however, keeps going.

Nothing through the connection indicates the passage of time. No metronomic footsteps, no whisper of breath. There’s never any indication that he tries to speak again, just the wind rushing past the receiver, drowning everything else out. It’s impossible to know what could be happening to the caller.

One might, however, recognize the sound of his body falling into the snow.

Without even the storm to roar across the receiver, it’s completely silent, both the device and speaker encased in a frozen tomb.

Time inches onward, and the lonely minutes become hours.

Crunch, crunch.

“Snnr?”

The line goes dead.

Chapter Text

[A picture of the night sky, crowded with stars. The peak of a mountain or cliff is visible in the lower right corner and light, nearly transparent clouds overlap the upper left.]

I’m a bit disappointed that never sent. Even if you hadn’t appreciated the view, I suppose something could have been read into the constellations here.

Not in a metaphysical sense; I know you don’t believe in that.

I’m alright, if somewhat sick. It seems a Pokemon rescued and brought me to safety, but that’s all I’ve been able to glean. The people here don’t speak the Unovan dialect, and while I’ve caught a couple of words in Sinnoan, it means very little without context.

The woman looking after me has made her instructions clear irregardless of language. Even if I had the energy to disobey her, I wouldn’t chance it; I saw a frighteningly large Ursaring poke its head through the door to check in earlier. It would be best not to cross her, I think.

I never took the time to question what this device is before, but I think it used to be my Xtransceiver. Given that I’ve had time to spare, I’ve been exploring it, and it contains the files and applications that I’d had on my own device.

I’m not sure how to put it into words yet, which is fitting, since I’m both unable to speak and prohibited from trying at the moment, but before I woke up in the snow, there was something there. Whatever it was, that’s what altered my Xtransceiver.

Why?

What purpose could that possibly serve?

Sorry. I know the repeated alerts wear on your nerves. I’ll try not to do it again.

---

I forgot you’re not getting these.

I’m going to continue double texting you.

---

What do you suppose it would mean to seek out all Pokemon?

It sounds like an impossible task, doesn’t it? There are over 1,000 documented species, and the list is always growing longer.

Even if a person had the luck to meet a new species every day, it’s a terminal that would take years to reach, which is to say nothing of unique Pokemon.

How would a person even go about meeting a Pokemon like Reshiram or Zekrom? What if they didn’t want to be met?

Whatever it was that spoke to me, that’s what it said. “Seek out all Pokemon.”

---

My caretaker’s name is Calaba. I’m unsure what her title means, but I’ll let you know once I’ve figured it out. I’m still not allowed to ask for clarification, and she’s not shy about enforcing her rule.

That’s ironic, isn’t it? Here I am, the one tempted not to follow the rules.

Though I suppose I’m not living up to the rest of your guidelines, either.

I hope you’re not too worried about me... or too mad at me. I know you’re probably both, and for good reason.

On Reshiram's flames, this wasn’t my intention; I would never want to leave you and the Pokemon.

Please stay safe. I don’t know how I’m going to get home yet, but I’ll figure something out.

---

If I’m supposed to “Seek out all Pokemon”, I should theoretically be able to start wherever I please, shouldn’t I? What’s stopping me from beginning in Unova? We see an incredible number of Pokemon through the battle lines, so it’s simply the most economical way to accomplish that goal. It’s not as though I was given a time limit, after all…

I’m probably meant to start here, though, since it’s where I was put. I’ve gathered that this is a place called Hisui, but that doesn’t mean much to me at the moment. It’s not a landmark I recognize and, for everything else this device is capable of, it’s unable to connect to the internet.

That’s hardly a surprise; I already knew it wasn’t getting a signal. I’ve gotten a look outside, though Ms. Calaba scolds me every time I get a breath of cold air, and it was enough to tell me that I wasn’t taken very far from where I collapsed. If this place is as remote as I suspect, and the weather as foul as I saw firsthand, it may be some time before I’m able to connect to a greater network.

Oh no. You might not be getting these messages in real time, but you ARE going to receive them en mass. I hadn’t thought of that.

...well, if I’ve started down the track, I might as well continue. You can be upset with me when I get home.

---

I maxed out my device’s score on Wurdple. There’s been very little else to do while I’m stuck in bed. Since you’ll definitely take that as a challenge, good luck.

---

I’m allowed to speak now, though I’ll save you the trouble and continue to text. Suffice to say it’s not a pleasant experience for anyone, just yet.

As part of my newfound freedom, I can roam the settlement on the condition that I wear a scarf over the lower half of my face to keep from agitating my throat. I thought exploration might be a good way to get a head start on meeting Pokemon, but there are barely any here. Ms. Calaba keeps a Bibarel, and I’m relatively certain I’ve seen a Glaceon running about, but it’s only been those two, a pair of wild Piloswine and their Swinub. It’s very strange.

Or maybe it’s just strange to someone with Unovan sensibilities. It could be that I’m the odd one, by their standards. That certainly seems to be the case thus far.

---

I was able to speak with the young woman in charge today, after a fashion.

It’s difficult with the language barrier in the way, but I do know that her name is Irida, and the settlement I was brought to belongs to the Shinju Clan. The title I was unable to understand before seems to be a position of authority, but I’m unable to translate with any amount of accuracy.

It all seems very old fashioned to me, but the people here seem content. Perhaps we’re just spoiled in Nimbasa.

---

The Pokemon who saved me is called an Ohnyula. It’s fascinating, isn’t it?

Maybe that’s what the entity that spoke to me meant: not that I have to reinvent the Pokedex, but that there are Pokemon here who have gone undocumented. It’s an exciting prospect, I have to admit… though I definitely would have preferred that it asked me first. It would be much easier, and certainly more fun, if you were here with me.

I miss you, and hope that you’re well.

---

It took some time to communicate properly, but I’m happy to report that, once I’m fit to travel, Mr. Gaeric is going to accompany me to a local village. I’m unsure how to describe him to you. Just know that snow is currently falling, and he’s refused to put a shirt on. If I’m honest, Miss Irida’s ambivalence to the cold is just as perplexing.

Maybe I’m particularly sensitive to it as a byproduct of hypothermia? Or maybe it’s that we live next to a desert? Everyone else here seems to be getting by without any coats or winter gear.

...what am I saying? Acclimation is one thing, but no human should be running around partially clothed in this weather!

---

Though I’m not well enough for a long commute, I’m allowed to wander. Yesterday, I traced the inner edge of the river that isolates the settlement, and as I type this, I’m on its outer edge, taking a breather.

I admit, I had thought Ms. Calaba paranoid when she said I wasn’t ready for a more strenuous trip, but I see now that she knew better. It was arrogant to believe otherwise.

I’ve been recording the Pokemon I see as I walk. That should give me something to work off of, though I hope it won’t be necessary. It’s also been a good distraction. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this mix of Pokemon in the wild, and I can’t begin to guess where Hisui may actually land on a map.

Bibarel, Drifloon and Glaceon suggest a connection to Sinnoh, which would be supported by the dialect spoken here, but I’m at a loss for how it relates to the Bergmite I crossed paths with, or Ms. Calaba’s Ursaring.

Hopefully today’s excursion will shed some light on the matter.

---

There’s a Pokemon here that I’ve never seen before!

I’m going to try to get a picture of it, so you can see too.

---

The Pokemon noticed me. It may have had to do with the fact that I’m wearing black in the middle of a tundra.

I thought it was hostile at first, but after it was done hissing at me, it shoved me into a basket. That’s where I’m texting you from.

It’s a terrible picture, but here.

[A photograph of an indistinct purple blur. It’s bipedal and was clearly caught in motion. It has noticed the camera operator, and is rapidly approaching.]

---

I’ve been informed that that was Ohnyula, and that she didn’t take kindly to the fact that I was wandering back into the territory she rescued me from. It’s become very clear that she doesn’t think much of my intelligence.

If I’m being honest, she wouldn’t be the only one, but there’s no use dwelling on that. With any luck, the village will be the first step toward getting home, and the Shinju Clan won’t have to concern themselves with me, save for laughing about that fool they once saved from freezing.

It’s not that I’m not grateful, because I am. I’m incredibly thankful that Ohnyula decided to take me back to the Shinju Clan, and that they gave me the time and means to heal. It’s just… I’m ready to go home.

---

[A picture of a snowy set of plateaus, studded with pale pink tents. A path carves through its center, winding up the incline, and a handful of people are milling about. One appears to be looking at the camera operator in something approaching exasperation. At the bottom right corner, there’s a smudge that one might assume to be a thumb, but at the very edge, there’s also a hint of deep purple fur.]

You’d better appreciate that. I had to fistfight an Aipom to get that device back.

---

I know you can’t respond, but how are the Pokemon doing? I can’t imagine they took this development well, but I hope they’re managing without too much trouble.

They ARE with you, right? I hope to Zekrom they are, and that they aren’t lost out there under six feet of snow. Once I was aware enough to look, I searched the entire area for any spots of color or divots in what had already accumulated. The skies were clear when I woke up, so they couldn’t have been covered in that time. They have to be with you.

I’m glad. You deserve someone to lean on right now.

---

I’m so sorry.

---

Sorry about that as well. I don’t know if the timestamps will be accurate once these messages finally arrive, but I sent those late last night. We began the trip to the village today, and the anticipation was wearing on me. I attempted to mitigate it by scrolling through my camera roll, but I daresay that only made things worse.

To my understanding, we’re only partway through the tundra. It wasn’t my choice to stop and rest, and I know Mr. Gaeric would have preferred to press on, but it seems I’m still not at full health.

Ms. Calaba allowed me to keep the scarf, and it’s been incredibly helpful. I’m unsure how many times I would have been forced to stop due to a renewed coughing fit if not for the protection it’s offered.

As a side note, I’m not sure if Gaeric has noticed or if I should call his attention to it, but Ohnyula seems to be following us. I can’t begin to guess at her motivation. I’m uncertain whether I even want to know.

---

Mr. Gaeric has a Glalie.

There are very few people here who seem to train Pokemon, but I’m not sure whether that’s a fair assessment given how small the Shinju Clan is. Regardless, I’d taken him to be one of the majority, as I hadn’t seen any pokeballs on his person, and, frankly, his refusal to wear a shirt makes their absence plainly obvious.

The Glalie doesn’t seem to have a pokeball, in actuality, but rather it responded to Gaeric’s verbal summons. It’s an interesting system. It would be absolutely impossible on the Battle Subway.

I only saw it use Ice Shard and Crunch. The former was effective in battling the swarm of Gligar we encountered, but the entire battle did… lack a certain finesse.

That sounds terribly elitist, but I know you understand my meaning.

It’s not poorly trained by any means, but I wonder if this isn’t a byproduct of the Shinju Clan’s reluctance to interact with Pokemon. Without any proper opponents, it would be difficult to raise them past a certain point.

Again, I have to wonder where Hisui really is.

---

We’ve made an unscheduled stop for the night along Mount Tengan.

I’m supposed to be resting, but I need to process everything that’s happened, and relaying it to you has always been the best way to do that.

Some time after my last set of messages, we ran into another Gligar. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but this specimen was… I’m unsure how to describe it. I’ve never seen a Pokemon fight with such ferocity.

It used a combination of a lightning-fast Aerial Ace and then followed with a brutal looking Stone Edge. The combination would have been fascinating if it hadn’t taken Glalie down so readily.

It turned its eyes on me after that, and I think Gaeric might have tried to tackle it himself, had Ohnyula not intervened.

She has to be an incredibly strong Pokemon to knock Gligar out the way she did. Poison Jab shouldn’t have done her any favors, but she used it beautifully. I wish I could confirm her typing, but that seems too ambitious when a simple ‘goodnight’ is still beyond the understanding I share with Gaeric.

We retreated to an empty campsite. Glalie is currently recovering from its battle, and last I saw Ohnyula sssssssssssssssssssss

i’ve located ohnyula. i’ll tell you tomorrow.

---

She decided I should have been resting and parked herself on my chest.

---

This should be our last break before we reach the village. It’s visible in the distance, but that’s only because we’re coming down from the mountain. It will still take some time to get there.

To be entirely honest with you, I’m beginning to worry. The Shinju settlement was small and old fashioned, but I didn’t expect that to ring quite so true here. Granted, you can only tell so much at a distance like this, but the fact that it’s not built to house any great number of people is self evident.

I shouldn’t make assumptions like that. For all I know, someone there will be able to point me in the right direction.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first thing the receiver picks up is repeated footsteps, loud and fast-paced against a dull-sounding surface.

“You’re not going to get the messages.” Says the speaker. His voice is rough, still damaged from his bout with illness, but there’s more than that. It has a choking quality to it, as though he’s holding something back. “At least, not for very, very long time. I spoke with-- there’s a man here who--”

A frustrated groan tears through and he starts again, honing in on one topic to keep his thoughts from scattering as before.

“There’s a man here who speaks Galarian. He was incredibly helpful, but during our conversation, he mentioned how long he’s lived in this village conducting research, and--”

He takes a deep breath and, slowly, lets it out.

“In theory, I may be able to find passage to Unova from here. It won’t matter, though. You’re not there yet.” Another breath, but the exhale doesn’t quite match the last. “This… this will be the Sinnoh region someday in the far future, but today, it’s Hisui.”

His breathing quickens, followed almost immediately by a fit of coughing. A second in, the sound is dampened, and remains muffled for its duration.

“It can’t be a coincidence that the Professor is trying to compile a Pokedex, not after ‘seek out all Pokemon’. I don’t know if it’s the way home, but-- but I don’t have any better options.” There’s a brief pause while he regulates his breathing; it seems the momentum nearly renewed his respiratory troubles. “This limits the scope, at least, since Laventon’s Pokedex is only meant to examine those species living in Hisui. I don’t know how many there are, but I’ve seen a handful already, and theoretically know their evolutionary information. It may take some time, but I can do this.”

There’s a silence-- tight and anxious-- but when he speaks again, it’s as if he’s settled the matter once and for all.

“I’m going to find a way back.”

Chapter Text

Species: Bibarel

Location: Shinju Pearl Clan Settlement (Ms. Warden Calaba’s), south of the settlement

What I know: Normal/water type. They evolve from Bidoof when trained to a certain threshold. The species is renowned for its ability to learn a wide array of HM moves, for better and for worse; measures have been put into place to prevent humans from abusing this trait. Their most common abilities are Simple and Unaware.

Notes: The first specimen I encountered had a human partner, but I’ve since encountered a number of wild Bibarel.

Species: Ursaring (Ms. Warden Calaba’s)

Location: Shinju Pearl Clan Settlement

What I know: Normal type. They evolve from Teddiursa with training, and are known to be incredibly protective of their unevolved kin. While omnivorous, they show a marked preference for berries, roots and honey over most meats, and their keen sense of smell is certain to lead them to these treats. Their most common abilities are Guts or Quick Feet.

Notes: The specimen I encountered was incredibly large. Admittedly, the only time I saw it, I was recovering from a serious illness, so that may have been my imagination.

Species: Swinub & Piloswine

Location: Shinju Pearl Clan springs

What I know: Ground/ice types. The base form and secondary evolution of a three-stage species; their final form is Mamoswine, and evolution can be triggered by teaching a Piloswine the move Ancient Power. As I recall, they’re foragers whose sense of smell and ability to burrow make them an ideal partner for those interested in collecting mushrooms. Their most common abilities are Oblivious and Snow Cloak.

Notes: This was a group of two Piloswine and one Swinub, all three of them wild. This trio seems to frequent the springs above the Shinju Pearl Clan’s encampment, and aren’t welcomed, but their sweet temperament means that the clan tolerates them.

Species: Glaceon (Miss Lady Irida’s?)

Location: Shinju Pearl Clan Settlement

What I know: Ice type. Glaceon is just one of an Eevee’s many potential evolutionary paths. There’s been some debate over the exact method that causes this evolution, with some claiming it’s triggered by the environment, and some adamant that an ice stone will also do the job. It has complete control over its body temperature, and can extend that to the immediate around surrounding it, which is how it powers its attacks. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Snow Cloak and, as with any of an Eevee’s evolutions, it’s more common to see males than females.

Notes: I only saw it twice: once in passing, and once with Miss Lady Irida. I was unable to ask, but their behavior toward one another suggested that they’re partners.

Species: Snorunt

Location: Unknown, south of the Shinju Pearl Clan settlement

What I know: Ice type. Snorunt is a species whose evolutionary path is dependent on its gender. Female Snorunt can evolve into either Glalie with enough training, or Frosslass if exposed to a dawn stone. Male Snorunt, meanwhile, can only evolve into Glalie. These Pokemon tend to travel in groups and consist on a diet of snow and ice; in some regions, they’re even considered good luck. Their most common abilities are Inner Focus or Ice Body.

Notes: A group of Snorunt were the first Pokemon I observed upon arriving in Hisui. They will generally flee if approached.

Species: Aipom

Location: South of the Shinju Pearl Settlement

What I know: Normal type. If taught Double Hit, it will evolve into Ambipom. Its most common abilities are Technician and Pickup.

Notes: They look innocent, but don’t believe it. If you have to engage, keep your eyes on the tail and a firm grasp on your possessions.

Species: Bergmite

Location: South of the Shinju Pearl Settlement

What I know: Ice type. With training, they evolve into Avalugg. These Pokemon protect themselves by building up an icy “helmet” over their backs, and if their armor is breached, will utilize freezing cold air to repair it; oftentimes, they can be found riding atop their evolved form as an extra layer of defense from predators. Their most common abilities are Own Tempo and Ice Body. Native to Kalos, Galar and Paldea.

Notes: This seems to be the odd species out. Many of the other Pokemon in the tundra Icelands are from similar regions, but this breaks the pattern.

Update: To my knowledge, Bergmite can’t be found in modern day Sinnoh. Why are they here in Hisui?

Species: Drifloon & Drifblim

Location: South of the Shinju Pearl Settlement

What I know: Ghost/flying types. Drifloon evolves into Drifblim with enough training. Both are said to carry passengers, be they willing or not, and tales dramatically suggest that their victims are ferried off to the afterlife. Given the stigma around species like Litwick, I’m inclined to pass it off as anti-ghost type rhetoric. Their most common abilities are Aftermath and Unburden.

Notes: I’ve only observed them during the late evening, and even then, only at a distance. It’s been communicated to me that they’re aggressive, which seems uncharacteristic, as most Drifloon are actually quite shy.

Species: Ohnyula Sneasler (Shinju Pearl Clan Noble)

Location: Unknown

What I know: Admittedly… I don’t know anything about this Pokemon.

What I think I know: Likely a poison type. Relation to Sneasel? There’s a basket involved?

Notes: She brought me to the Shinju Pearl Clan’s Settlement and later prevented me from returning to the area where she found me.

Update: The species’ name is actually Sneasler; “Ohnyula” is a title that refers to a specific Sneasler with ties to the Shinju Pearl Clan. The basket she carries pertains to her duties as a “noble” Pokemon, and it seems she’s Hisui’s answer to search and rescue. Noble indeed!

2^nd Update: She’s heavier than she looks.

Species: Buneary

Location: Northern Tundra Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Normal type. The species is notoriously difficult to befriend, but if a trainer grows close enough with one, it will evolve into Lopunny. Common wisdom holds that if you truly want to understand how it feels, you don’t watch its face, but its ears, making it a wonderful demonstration of how important body language can be when working with Pokemon and people alike. Its most common abilities are Run Away and Klutz.

Notes: I observed it at a distance while traveling through the tundra Icelands.

Species: Snover & Abomasnow

Location: Tundra Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Ice/grass types. Snover will evolve into Abomasnow once it has been trained to a certain threshold. Snover are known to be curious about humankind and incredibly social, particularly with children, which is at bizarre odds with Abomasnow’s more reticent nature; it’s unknown what causes this shift upon evolving, though, of course, exceptions have been noted. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Snow Warning. If an Abomasnow holds the corresponding key stone, it may be capable of Mega Evolution.

Notes: Both were observed at a distance while traveling through the tundra Icelands.

Species: Glalie (Mr. Warden Gaeric’s)

Location: Border of Mount Tengan Coronet

What I know: Ice type. One of two possible evolutions for female Snorunt, and the only evolutionary path for males. It uses its ability to sub-cool the air around it to hunt, freezing its prey solid; it’s said that they also use this ability to play by making shapes out of ice, giving it an unsettling duality. Their most common abilities are Inner Focus and Ice Body. If it holds the proper key stone, it may be able to Mega Evolve.

Notes: I watched Gaeric’s battle a number of Gligar, but it was eventually bested by a particularly strong specimen. Notably, he didn’t keep it in a pokeball.

Species: Gligar

Location: Border of Mount Tengan Coronet, Coronet Highlands (Alpha)

What I know: Ground/flying type. They evolve into Gliscor if given a Razor Fang at night. While not a poison type, they’re venomous carnivores known to utilize an array of poison moves both in battle and to incapacitate their prey; they favor having the element of surprise on their side, and often take aim for the face or swoop down from above. Their most common abilities are Hyper Cutter and Sand Veil.

Notes: The ones we first encountered clustered together and attacked as a group, though I’ve never heard of Gligar exhibiting this behavior. The second we encountered was unnaturally strong and bested Gaeric’s Glalie. Sneasler easily knocked it out.

Update: I’ve been informed that the second specimen was likely an ‘alpha’ Gligar. Its abnormal size, aggressive behavior and nonstandard moveset seem to confirm this. Unfortunately, I’m unable to confirm whether its use of Aerial Ace and Stone Edge were so-called ‘agile’ and ‘strong’ moves.

2^nd Update: The alpha managed to track us all the way to Jubilife Village, which is actually quite impressive. Expect further updates on this specimen, as I’m going to attempt to train it.

3^rd Update: A member of Galaxy Team has confirmed that he seems to be capable of agile and strong moves. It took some doing to coax him into demonstrating, and he attempted to do so in my general direction. I believe I have my work cut out for me.

Species: Oshawott (Professor Laventon’s)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Water type. With training, it will evolve into Dewott and then Samurott. These Pokemon are popular with new trainers in Unova, and, to my knowledge, are only native to the Unova region. They attack using the scalchop on their chest, and unless trained not to, will often default to it for any and every problem they run into. Unless they have a hidden ability, their ability will be Torrent, and as with many so-called ‘starter’ Pokemon, males are more common than females.

Notes: I’m relatively certain there are no wild Oshawott in modern Sinnoh. Professor Laventon was frustratingly vague as to how he acquired this specimen, and it doesn’t listen to him well.

Update: It obeyed orders beautifully when I borrowed the three to battle Gligar. I think it might just be bored, in which case it would benefit from being given an outlet as enrichment.

2^nd Update: This poor thing just needs someone to battle with it. I can sympathize.

Species: Rowlet (Professor Laventon’s)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Grass/flying type. With training, it will evolve into Dartrix and then Decidueye. Its primary methods of attacking are aiming razor-sharp feathers from a distance or, when cornered, using its talons to kick at and tear away at its foes. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Overgrow. Males are more common than females, and I believe they’re only found in the Alola region.

Notes: See Oshawott.

Species: Cyndaquil (Professor Laventon’s)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Fire type. With training, it will evolve into Quilava and then Typhlosion. These Pokemon are very shy, preferring to curl and hide than engage in a conflict; by watching the flames on its back, you can judge its emotional state and health. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Blaze, and again, males are more common than females. They’re almost definitely native to the Johto region.

Notes: See Oshawott.

Species: Pikachu (unknown partner)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Electric type. Its baby form is Pichu, from which it evolves with a strong bond, and, upon being exposed to a thunder stone, will evolve into Raichu. Unless they have a hidden ability, they will have Static. They build up static electricity in their cheek pouches, which they then use to fuel their electric attacks; if not given an outlet, these glands can become overcharged and need to be expressed by a professional.

Notes: It belongs to member of the Survey Corps, but it’s unclear which one of them. I’m curious whether this specimen might evolve into a Kantonian or Alolan Raichu… or something else entirely, I suppose.

Species: Abra (Captain Cyllene’s)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Psychic type. With enough training, it evolves into Kadabra, which will only evolves into Alakazam upon being traded. They’re said to be incredibly intelligent Pokemon, but are also very timid, and are known the world over for their skittish nature and ability to teleport, thus making them quite elusive. Their most common abilities are Synchronize and Inner Focus. In the event one does encounter an Abra, they’re more likely to encounter a male than a female.

Notes: None. It seems like a perfectly sweet Pokemon.

Species: Buizel (unknown partner)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Water type. It evolves into Floatzel once trained. It has a swim bladder around its neck that it consciously controls; this species can often be seen floating along on their back with this “collar” filled, keeping it buoyant, but when it wants to submerge itself and pick up speed, the ring will deflate and allow them to dive into the water. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Swift Swim.

Notes: It was idling around the southern gate with a member of Galaxy Team’s Security Corps, so I’m assuming they know one another.

Species: Bidoof

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Normal type. Evolves into Bibarel with enough training. Its most common abilities are Simple or Unaware. Like its evolved form, it’s capable of learning a great number of HM moves, which, while useful, makes it an easy target for individuals hoping to use it solely for this trait.

Notes: I’m only surprised it took this long to encounter one. Very docile and easy to approach; will climb on your lap if you allow it.

Species: Starly

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Normal/flying type. With training, a Starly evolves into Staravia and then Staraptor. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Keen Eye. I’ve heard that modern day Starly are just as shameless as Nimbasan Pidove when it comes to begging for snacks, and that some have become dependent on handouts to the exclusion of their bug-type diet.

Notes: I accidentally hit it in the back of the head with a pokeball, and I feel terrible.

Species: Shinx

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Electric type. If trained properly, it will evolve into Luxio and then Luxray. It flexes its muscles to generate its electric attacks, and is said to be able to sense danger, glowing when it feels threatened. Despite this, its most common abilities are Rivalry and Intimidate, and no Shinx has gone on record as having Anticipate.

Notes: It tried to bite me, so I threw Gligar at it. In hindsight, I’m unsure what I thought that would accomplish, because Gligar also tried to bite me.

Species: Togepi (Mr. Volo’s)

Location: Jubilife Village

What I know: Fairy type. They evolve into Togetic once they’ve formed a strong bond with their trainer, and then into Togekiss when exposed to a shiny stone. These Pokemon are associated with happiness and good luck, and a number of cultures have discrete folklore surrounding how they share both. Their most common abilities are Hustle and Serene Grace, and males of the species are more common than females.

Notes: I’m so sorry.

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Good news! I have a partner Pokemon now. The bad news is that he’s made no effort to hide the fact that he hates me. Ordinarily, I would release him, but he tracked our group all the way from Mount Coronet, and I think turning him loose would be an active safety hazard.

I’ll see what we can do. Alpha or no, no Pokemon is born that aggressive; there has to be something at the root of it.

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I am an awful human being.

A trainer challenged me for the first time in weeks. People simply don’t battle here, and so I accepted without thinking it through.

I should have backed out when I remembered that Gligar was my only Pokemon. He’s demonstrated that he wants to attack me twice over, so I knew he wouldn’t cooperate; I didn’t think it would be quite this bad, though.

He wouldn’t attack the trainer’s Togepi because he was too focused on me instead, and I suppose I… panicked a bit.

In the moment, it made perfect sense. My two problems were the Pokemon attacking me and the Pokemon that needed to be knocked out. To put it simply, I baited Gligar, and then moved so the attack hit Togepi instead.

I know it will be fine and that I should be more concerned for the fact that Gligar tried to use a strong style Stone Edge on me, but the poor thing didn’t stand a chance.

The worst part might be that the trainer didn’t even bat an eye. Sir! That was not a normal battle! Please tell me your Togepi doesn’t endure that kind of damage on a regular basis!

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I’m genuinely ashamed to report that, ever since that battle, Gligar hasn’t attempted to attack me once. It seems I’ve earned his respect, and I couldn’t have picked a worse way to do so.

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“—device functions the same as before… ah. There we go.”

What was a blurry blotch of green and brown refocuses to depict a grassy incline being shot from its peak. A number of Shinx pounce and play with one another in the frame, near a small copse of what look like berry trees. More Pokemon are visible dotting the area: a Wurmple lazily hanging off of a tree trunk, Starly roosting perilously near it, and further back, a lone Ponyta grazing.

Much further in the distance, past a shallow pond, the barest hint of a flickering fire can be spotted; it isn’t clear what’s producing it. It appears to be on the move.

“It’s currently seven-oh--” The voice behind the camera hesitates, but his tone isn’t questioning. He waits exactly three seconds and, confidently, concludes, “seven a.m. I’m in the Hisui region’s Obsidian Fieldlands-- more specifically overlooking the Horseshoe Plains-- hoping to document the behavior of the wild Pokemon here. This research is being conducted in the effort to create a comprehensive Pokedex, though I myself remain unaffiliated with Galaxy Team and its Survey Corps.”

The camera shifts, but settles back after a second. Movement outside of its range changes the lighting just slightly; while it can’t be seen, the sounds suggest that someone has seated themselves at its left side.

“I thought I might also try some… I believe the term is life drawing? As useful as this device is, the images it captures are incompatible with Hisui’s technology, and I’m woefully unqualified to operate Professor Laventon’s camera. Describing a Pokemon wouldn’t be enough for a complete index, and so I’m attempting to fill that gap.” Paper shuffles off to the side and, when it stops, the man sighs quietly. “Emphasis on ‘attempting’. It was my belief that a simple Pokemon like the Bergmite I saw in passing might be an ideal place to start, but… just don’t laugh. I’m sincerely trying.”

The sound of the paper becomes audible again, growing closer. Something pale is held up roughly a foot from the lens, and it slowly refocuses to capture what might charitably be called a Bergmite. Or a Ditto. Or a Ditto failing to copy a Bergmite.

It’s withdrawn several seconds later, when the wind nearly blows the page out of frame.

“Perhaps it’s best to start with a subject I can actively reference. That Wurmple over there seems promising, in that it’s visible and not actively moving.”

He lapses into a relative silence from there. Occasionally, a small vocalization can be heard-- consideration, dissatisfaction or, rarely, a happier note. The Shinx eventually get bored and wander off, and the Ponyta switches from one tuft of grass to what must be a more appetizing one. The Wurmple doesn’t move even once.

It’s noticeably later in the morning when the camera operator decides he’s done for now. The pages in the book he displayed earlier begin to flip off-screen, but, belatedly, he opens it back up to show the camera that morning’s artistic attempt.

Having a subject to actively consult, it’s orders better than the Bergmite, but the quality of the line work confirms that he’s very new to this endeavor. The lines are shaky in some places and far thicker in areas where he had to adjust the shapes. However, his work wasn’t for nothing. It’s recognizably a Wurmple, and this Wurmple specifically: sleeping vertically on the trunk of a tree.

A handful of seconds pass before the book is removed from the frame; it audibly shuts, and as he rustles his possessions around, the camera man speaks.

“I should do some proper fieldwork before the day grows too warm. While I have a general idea of what Pokemon can be found in this section of the territory, I’d like to be certain before widening my scope. I’m also curious as to how the alpha Rapidash behaves when it doesn’t have a target to chase; it would help to build a greater understanding of alpha Pokemon in general.”

He moves back behind the camera and lifts it, inadvertently demonstrating how he’d propped it up with a piece of wood to capture the setting.

The recording ends.

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As the camera blips to life, its frame is immediately filled with dark blue and cream fur.

The bottom edge captures water and a stripe of wet sand, betraying that the camera and its operator are some small distance away from the subject. It’s not that the camera is zooming or that he’s invading its space. The Snorlax is simply that big.

Overlapping the sound of waves, just for a second, is a fleeting sigh, accompanied by a hand emerging from the camera’s perimeter, silently asking a nonexistent companion, ‘are you seeing this shit?’

The sense of scale this lends is… frightening.

Water sloshes and, slowly, a distance is put between the camera and its focus. As the cameraman walks away, refusing to turn his back on the sleeping beast, ripples follow him. It’s only once he’s made it to the safety of a small sandbar that he pivots in full, his hand visible for just another second as he raises it to his head.

The only thing he says for the entire duration is a short, “No.” just before the video’s end.

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The camera is in motion when it starts recording again.

There’s a wide dirt path leading onward, which the cameraman follows as his attention wanders. At one point, he swerves to give a pair of Kricketot a wide berth, but they still jingle nervously as he passes. As he reaches the mouth of a mountain pass, he pivots to pan over the area he’s crossed, and then settles it where he’s heading.

“I haven’t explored this area extensively, but I do know that a fair number of Geodude can be found along this trail, which I’ve been informed translates to ‘Deertrack Heights’. Previously, I’d spent my time here observing the various Pokemon in the Fieldlands, but I want to make a dedicated effort to train with my Gligar; he’s stopped attacking me, but has to be convinced to use any of his moves on an opponent, and we need to rectify that.”

The angle shifts minutely, and a heavy sigh sounds as he moves to capture something on one of the overhead cliffs.

“Sneasler is also here. She refuses to give me any indication why.”

He refocuses on the trail, climbing up until one of the rocks in the distance can be seen meandering, at which point he releases a very large Gligar. The video lapses into the pattern of cajoling the Gligar into attacking and watching the Geodude wander prior to battle.

“Surely I could draw a Geodude without needing a reference.” He mutters to himself as one such Pokemon ambles along the path, unaware what awaits it. “All it is is a rock with arms.”

Gligar is perched precariously on an extinguished torch and Sneasler’s feet are visible on a nearby rock. The rest of her is out of frame. This Geodude doesn’t meet the same opposition as is brethren, however, and is instead startled off by the cadence of hoof beats.

A large white and grey Pokemon gallops into view and a woman in blue leaps from its back. The camera angle shifts dramatically as its operator’s focus changes; only the hard-packed ground is visible for now.

The newcomer speaks Hisuian, and as such, her words are largely incomprehensible to the average Unovan viewer. The word “Ohnyula” sticks out, however, and that’s what the cameraman focuses on.

“I’m afraid I don’t know why Ohnyula is here. Is her presence a problem? ...is our presence a problem? We can vacate this station at once, if need be.”

Unsurprisingly, the response is also Hisuian. The camera sways as its owner says, “No, no. I’m not from the Shinju Clan. Are you from a neighboring faction?”

This goes on for some time, neither able to parse exactly what the other is saying. At two points, the man behind the camera carefully and clearly repeats, “Ayashishi” and “Kongo”. While that seems to mean something to him, he doesn’t elaborate for the hypothetical viewer’s benefit.

The fruitless discussion is brought to an unceremonious end when the new Pokemon is heard drawing near, and the person holding the camera startles into dropping it. It lands lens up, revealing, for the first time, the person who had been recording.

His skin and hair are pale compared to his heavily pigmented, deep black coat, eyes shining strangely in the shade of the matching hat. The hoofed Pokemon is holding him by the collar, dangling him in the air. When words return to him, he yelps a scandalized, “Ayashishi!”

From off-screen, the woman laughs. She’s joined by Sneasler and, surprisingly, also Gligar.

Ayashishi sets him back down after a moment and he promptly runs his hands over his collar, flattening it back down. He mutters under his breath-- something about his job, not Ayashishi’s. His indignation all but vanishes when he’s offered the chance to pet through the Pokemon’s mane of thick white fur.

While he does that, the woman leans over to retrieve his camera, though her palm covers the entirety of its lens. It changes hands shortly thereafter, and the two humans awkwardly try to say their goodbyes before splitting off.

As the cameraman starts back down the incline, running footsteps sound behind him, growing louder and louder. Without any fanfare, he’s hoisted up for a second time with a gleeful “Sn-heee!”

He gives up and goes limp over what must be a shoulder, and the camera displays several minutes worth of lavender fur.

The video ends on the slightly-despairing realization that the device was recording through all of that.

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It’s bright when the camera turns on and focuses: white guidelines against a dusty brown field. There’s a small, dark building beyond it which becomes the focus for several minutes. As in the first recording, the camera is kept so still that it can’t be held in human hands; it must be propped up against something.

The first sign of movement comes in the form of two Pokemon being released opposite one another; the second is the hint of a dark coat that covers up the rightmost edge.

“Begin!” Calls the man who has been present in every recording, and the unseen trainers call out their first orders-- as always, entirely in Hisuian.

Neither the Pikachu nor the Bidoof have been extensively trained, and it shows in their battling. The moves they use are basic, but reliable. Twice over the course of the match, a trainer adds a modifier-- Bidoof preforms a “chikarawaza” Rollout, which hits harder than expected, and Pikachu a “hayawaza” Thunder Wave, allowing it to act twice in rapid succession.

These wrinkles aside, it’s a beginner’s match, and as such, it doesn’t stretch on.

“Pikachu is unable to battle! The match goes to Bidoof!” As he calls out, the man glances to his left for no immediate reason. He shakes his head and refocuses.

The Pokemon are recalled. One of the trainers leaves without walking into frame, but the second approaches the man in black. The Hisuian is no easier to parse this time than the last, but in spite of the language barrier, they seem to get something from their patchwork conversation.

When the man turns to collect the camera, his brows are drawn and the tilt of his mouth looks troubled.

He doesn’t say anything before turning the device over in his hands and shutting it off.

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The next recording shows something familiar: the dappled green and brown Fieldlands.

One would be forgiven if their attention didn’t land on that, but the raging fire extending from beneath the stone shelf the cameraman is filming atop.

“My research into the temperament of alpha Pokemon has been a raging success.” Says the man, voice dry enough to go up in smoke. He inches forward on whatever safe spot he’s found, getting the camera a glimpse of the massive, incandescently angry Rapidash below. When it notices, it bellows with an impossible force, and the camera operator hastily moves back out of sight.

“Perhaps I should yell at it in return.” Despite the circumstance, he snorts, and mutters to himself, “You would enjoy that, I think. I could attempt to drown it out where volume is concerned, if not firepower.”

His attention strays here and there as he waits for the Rapidash to calm itself, betraying the fact that he only began to record for lack of anything else to do. At one point, the recording idles on a purple figure in the near distance, hanging off of a cliff and watching his predicament. A feather bounces in what’s recognizably mirth, and, exasperated, the man grumbles, “As always, your assistance is appreciated, Sneasler.”

The wandering lens continues for some time, and then comes to an abrupt halt over a white speck in one of the visible ponds.

“What… is that? A Pokemon? A Marill’s belly, maybe? No, its tail doesn’t allow it to float on its back like that… Wishiwashi? No, the water’s too shallow. There are dark markings on it, whatever it may be. Is… is it coming this way?”

And indeed the dot is. It emerges from the pool and draws even closer, slowly becoming more distinct. For the first time, the camera’s zoom function is put to use, and with that, an Oshawott becomes identifiable.

“Oh no.” Breathes the cameraman, immediately shoving the device in his pocket. There’s a loud inhale and, proving that he’d only been half joking about yelling the Rapidash into submission, he calls, “Stop that at once! You mustn’t continue down this track!”

Nothing can be seen in the dark depths of his pockets, but there’s a prolonged commotion. Among the audio cues, a listener can pick out the sound of a pokeball making contact, and then the sliding of rock. The pokeball fails to capture its target, and then a second pokeball releases its occupant. Gligar’s screech is easy to recognize, but the sound of conflict grows ever-dimmer as the man runs.

Something like a squeak is pulled from the Oshawott’s lungs, and distantly, Gligar keens again. Hoof beats thunder against the ground, nearer and nearer.

The man screams, and something yowls furiously.

It’s unclear how the recording shuts off, but roughly three minutes after this conflict, it does.

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Species: Rapidash (Kantonian variant; alpha)

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Fire type. It evolves from Ponyta when trained to a certain threshold. These Pokemon are all about speed, from their battle statistics, to their penchant for competitive racing-- a habit which has been observed even in wild specimens. The ability to top 150 mph for long distances made them popular travel companions before the advent of public transportation. The Kantonian variant will often have Run Away or Flash Fire, and the Galarian variant, a psychic/fairy type, will replace Flash Fire with Pastel Veil.

Notes: The alpha Rapidash is relentless. I only escaped it by a fluke; no human stands a chance of outrunning it. It wasn’t my intention to trigger its ire, and I’m unsure what I did to incur it. Be very careful when out in the southern Horseshoe Plains.

Update: This is the second alpha Pokemon that’s decided to pick me out of a number of targets and then attack. I’m unsure what, if anything, that might mean.

Species: Snorlax (Alpha)

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Normal type. While initially thought to be the base form itself, it actually evolves from a well-loved Munchlax; this pre-evolved form is rarer than the final evolution, which is why it went undiscovered for some amount of time. Snorlax is best known for its heartiness, which can be observed in a vast pool of HP and potent defenses, the willingness to eat even spoiled foods, and the fact that, once it’s entered a deep sleep, it’s nearly impossible to wake. Its most common abilities are Immunity and Thick Fat. Some Galarian Snorlaxes have special Gigantamax forms, distinct from the phenomenon of Dynamaxing.

Notes: Common wisdom states that all it does is eat and sleep, and that nothing but hunger will wake it. I’m not testing that theory on the alpha.

Species: Ayashishi Wyrdeer (Kongo Diamond Clan Noble)

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know:

What I think I know: Its antlers resemble a Stantler’s and its teeth suggest an herbivorous diet.

Notes: Its handler rode on it, even though it didn’t have any sort of harness, which seems unnecessarily dangerous.

Update: Professor Laventon has informed me that, like “Ohnyula”, “Ayashishi” refers to a specific Wyrdeer. I had guessed as much, but didn’t want to assume. His handler is a woman named Mai from the Diamond Clan.

Chapter Text

There are four folders in the "photos" app: Important, Miscellaneous, Pokedex and Pokemon.

The most frequently visited is Pokemon, which contains roughly seventy images. As the name suggests, each of these photographs contains a Pokemon, oftentimes front and center as the focal point of the image, but sometimes the alleged Pokemon is little more than a blur or distant figure. Some of these photos have been edited, usually to crop out empty space or to zoom in.

Some have comments left on them. These are always short notes, and usually pertain to the angle a Pokemon was photographed at or a detail that wasn’t captured in full: things like ‘a profile image would be helpful’ or ‘find reference for back pattern’.

This folder is constantly being accessed and its contents modified.

The newest pictures are filed under Pokedex. These images follow a strict pattern: each is a photograph of a piece of paper depicting a Pokemon, and below the artist’s clumsy rendition is a brief overview of that Pokemon. These summaries are printed incredibly clearly, and the writing is legible even in those pictures that turn out blurry and need to be retaken. There are sixteen pages recorded in this folder to date.

This folder was only made recently, but has seen constant additions ever since.

The Miscellaneous folder hasn’t been accessed in some time. It contains a picture of a mountain, a village made of pink tents, blurry blobs of snow falling in the dark, and a still of the night sky. There’s also a single screenshot from some manner of game.

Most recently visited, however, is Important.

Hundreds of images fill this folder, and a key detail is that the dates don’t match the recent additions. These photographs profess to have been taken in the far future, and the scenery depicted in them is like nothing in the others.

Where the contents of Miscellaneous, Pokedex and Pokemon show off landscapes and natural features, there’s a man made beauty to the backdrops displayed in Important: harsh, perfect lines and impossibly smooth curves that make up the sparkling city it depicts.

The Pokemon, too, couldn’t be more distinct from those in Hisui. Many share the exact same dichotomy as the city itself: beautifully spiraling black lines and a flawless glass sphere, crisp silver edges and perfectly concentric rings, asymmetrical limbs studded with industrial steel. These Pokemon belong in this environment, and it makes perfect sense that they would be grouped together.

There are also people, of course. Sometimes it looks like the same person, somehow occupying a single frame twice. More often, though, he’s by himself, beaming at the photographer.

This folder has been open for the past three hours.

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Important gets an addition-- its first in this time frame. It may be the most recent photograph, but it’s dated impossibly far ahead of the rest.

It’s also unique among the bunch in that it’s of a piece of paper, cluttered with clumsy drawings. All in all, it seems like it would be more at home in the Pokedex folder, but into Important it goes.

The most noticeable part of the drawing is front and mostly-center, offset slightly to the left. Pen strokes have retraced the curves over and over again, and while they’re surprisingly thin, the pigment is laid on thick, creating stark spirals and bleeding points. By contrast, the wisps that top them are barely there, little more than the suggestion of a line, which makes the drawing difficult to understand at first glance. It’s not professional or realistic in the slightest, but there’s a beauty in how much care was put into the shape.

It’s joined by another unconventional drawing: curls and squiggles folding in on themselves to create a strange coil of a creature. It would be one thing if it was all round lines, but it isn’t. Sharp points stud it in bizarre fashion, lining the ordinal directions of a too-dark maw. The mouth is terrifying. The eyes are pouting.

There are more, and while they aren’t so bold, there’s a deliberateness to them that makes them just as important. Massive claws and pointed faces, rows of eyes, multitudes of limbs, and more besides. Highlighting the most distinctive and dangerous facets of a creature gives it a subtle horrific quality, but they’re rendered so adoringly that it’s impossible to mistake it for anything but a love letter.

It boasts one more detail that sets it apart from those images in the Pokedex folder: a name.

In the very, very bottom left, written in the same uber-legible print, it’s easy to miss, but there.

Ingo

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Three photos are sorted into Pokedex in rapid succession, and they’re the last for some time. Unlike the entries for Bidoof, Wurmple and Starly, to name a few, these have yet to be completed.

First is clearly labeled ‘Sneasler’, with a subsection set aside for ‘Ohnyula’. It’s by far the emptiest, but the attempts to depict the species are incredibly thorough, even if still clumsy. There’s an idle full-body, which plainly predates the rest looking at the line quality, and a solid attempt at a sketch in profile. A disembodied feather frames one edge, trying to demonstrate the way it twists and how distinct the colors on its either side are. Smaller details cluster in one corner: the faceted diamonds studding the head and chest, the pattern the darker fur of the face falls into, the hooks topping wicked sets of claws.

It all speaks to one fact: at least one specimen was studied up close, and for a substantial amount of time.

The second is for Gligar, and while the visuals consist mostly of a silhouette and the way its body is constructed, it’s contrasted in the amount of information that’s filled out. A great deal of this is technical in nature: its typing, strengths and weaknesses, and a small breakdown of the general statistical layout. In the margins, though, it takes a turn away from numbers and empirical evidence, listing things like preferred foods and flavors, the best moveset at a specific stage of growth and proposed strategies to make the most of an ability.

This is exactly what one might expect a trainer to write about their partner Pokemon.

Last is dedicated to Oshawott, and while it’s not as empty as Sneasler’s entry, the information here is cursory. Typing, abilities, stats and moves. The content is there, but it stands as a question more than an answer. It’s anticipatory.

It’s a jumping-off point.

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Off and on within the span of a week, pictures are added to Pokemon.

These aren’t reference photos or the observation of wild Pokemon like the rest. For one thing, they’ve been taken indoors, against the common backdrop of wooden flooring and white walls or dark screens. For another, none of them show new species.

There’s a picture of a stinger-tipped tail hanging out of an otherwise closed basket, Sneasler resting her chin on a windowsill as she looks out, and Oshawott hopelessly tangled in crisp white sheets.

All of them are far less practical than those that came before. They’re domestic, even. A small collection is building, consisting entirely of Gligar hanging from things he shouldn’t; there’s no academic value to be found in that, purely personal amusement.

After the week has passed, the setting finally changes.

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The camera starts up nestled in the grass, the bottom right hand corner framed by a root curving up into a trunk. Both the distance and this unorthodox point of view put into perspective just how massive the subject of the recording really is.

Evening light falls over the impossibly thick trunk of a tree, cutting through shade lent by the surrounding forest. Over the course of several seconds, the image pans up to include several colossal branches and the edge of a canopy, but the sheer size of it and the specific vantage point mean that it simply can’t be seen in full.

As the device is returned to its original angle, the cameraman inches forward. The only way he could be getting this viewpoint is if he was flat on his stomach, and as he drags himself nearer, a shuddering hiss escapes from behind the lens.

He remains silent beyond that, waiting. It takes some time, but, eventually, something emerges from behind the ancient tree.

The first thing anyone would reasonably notice are the thick slabs of dark stone, and then follow to their source: a light brown creature with similar rocks acting as a crest on its face and head. Its arms seem like they should be too thin to heft the wickedly sharp stones that take the place of its hands, but it hefts them around like its done so every day of its life.

For several minutes, the camera remains fixed on it, watching it pace its territory and sharpen the veritable axes at the end of its arms. At one point, it impales a berry on the opposite end of one appendage-- what would normally be the blunt end of an axe, but, in this case, still boasts a spike-- to nibble at it.

Unwilling to risk so much as a breath too loud, the cameraman lets it play out without commentary and then, once the Pokemon’s attention is safely on the opposite side of the pit, works his way backwards, past where he’d began filming, until the only visible part of the gorge is the grand trunk emerging from it. He lets out a relieved sigh, and immediately seems to regret it, if the resultant gasp is anything to judge by.

Gradually, he finds his way to his feet and moves into a lightly forested area, only to slide down an incline and then, presumably, lean against it.

“I’m not sure what that was,” He says, device aimed vaguely at a shaking berry tree on the ledge above, “But it doesn’t seem like a far stretch to guess that it’s related to Scyther and Scizor. It has the thin thorax and proportionately larger abdomen of an insect, so I would hazard that its typing still reflects that. Would it be presumptuous to guess at a rock and bug type? I do know that it’s likely one of the clans’ Noble Pokemon.”

Pushing away from the incline, he turns sharply to the left and walks until a pair of banners become visible. Both are a subtle orange gradient, presumably with Hisuian written on them. The most eye catching detail, however, is the abstract depiction of a Pokemon: axes on full display and, indeed, depicting the exact thorax-to-abdomen ratio that Ingo had commented upon.

“I’ve copied the characters down as best I can, so I should be able to ask someone what they mean the next time I visit Jubilife.” The camera moves, focusing on the lanterns hanging from either side of the banner’s framework, where long-hardened puddles of wax remain, the candle’s wick burnt down to nearly nothing. From there, it travels down, to a circular medallion dangling from the lantern. In short order, it moves on to the other side, decorated with a metal pentagon. “I would approach the attendant here, but there doesn’t seem to be one, and I suspect there hasn’t been for some time. Oh, but look!”

As he says it, he swings the camera down in a dizzying arc and climbs onto a mossy rock. Once he’s found his balance, he angles the camera at one of the carvings that tops the banner.

“They’re Gible! Isn’t that cute? I wonder if Gible have some sort of significance to the Clans…” He trails off for a moment, and in that thoughtful silence, brushes away a clump of accumulated lichen, making the resemblance more obvious. “Drayden might know-- or, if he doesn’t, I suspect he would be interested in it.”

He hops down, eliciting a pained-sounding ‘hw-oof’ and then straightens up, panning around the area.

“I don’t know where Sneasler’s gotten off to. She was trying to herd me somewhere earlier, but I was so worried about making up for lost time that, admittedly, I wasn’t listening very well.”

When it’s made clear that Sneasler isn’t lurking in the furrows of terrain above, he moves to travel the wooden steps set into the soil. There’s a pause to look over another statue, its base covered in dirt and body dotted with more moss. “I’m not sure if this is also meant to be a Gible. The ‘fin’ doesn’t seem to match, but that could be the artist’s interpretation. Far be it from me to criticize anyone else’s artistic ability…”

Passing through several more sets of statues, the path eventually curves into a river. He makes a point of walking through the tall grass as he follows it, the camera still wandering the area, showing off the meandering Psyduck and a single Buneary that quickly darts away. Eventually it idles on a berry tree, where a familiar pink shape hangs.

“And what are you doing up there?” He asks Gligar, which proceeds to open its wings and unleash a rain of berries over its trainer’s head. There’s a ‘plunk’ as one hits the camera dead on, and behind it, Ingo sputters.

Dryly, he says, “Thank you,” and stoops to retrieve the small bounty, setting the device aside to record grass while he does so.

“Rawst berries? That’s… kind of you.”

Somewhere above, Gligar chirps back.

When he’s finished with the task, he picks the camera back up, but doesn’t bother aiming it at anything in particular. Water lazily flows past, a Psyduck riding its slow current.

The camera moves as he reaches up, and Gligar’s silhouette just barely emerges from the shadow of the berry tree, alighting on its trainer’s shoulder. The outline is made indistinct due to its presence, but the way the humanoid part moves-- combined with the noises that follow-- suggest that one of the berries has made its way into Gligar’s mouth.

“Do you know where Sneasler went? I’m afraid I was rather dismissive of her earlier, and I need to apologize.”

Whatever response Gligar gives, it isn’t caught by the recording, but his trainer turns and then startles. His free hand flies up, flashing past the lens as the device is pressed to his chest in some small, feeble defense mechanism.

There’s a popping sound as a small shape materializes, its stubby white arms held out as far as it can, interposing itself between the insect and human.

Both Sneasler and the Pokemon from the tree continue to amble toward him, unbothered by this tiny guardian.

“But I was just-- how could you have possibly managed to--?” The camera jostles as its operator gives himself a full-body shake, snapping back to it, “Oshawott, please get back behind the yellow line. I’m sure Sneasler knows what she’s doing.”

It inches back-- past what the camera can capture from this angle-- but its navy ears still poke into the frame from below.

A clawed hand raises up and Sneasler snickers behind it. The other Pokemon stops further back than she does, but it isn’t saying much, since she walks directly up to and then past him, stopping somewhere nearby.

“Sna wrr Er-lea”

“Ev-a orre.”

For a long minute, the Pokemon studies him, and when it seems it’s seen enough, rattles at Sneasler before turning to leave.

There’s a long, relieved sigh, and then the camera pans to Sneasler.

“Don’t scare me like that!” As an afterthought, it shifts haphazardly back to Oshawott, “You either!”

The last thing one might hear, as he goes through the motions of shutting the device off, is a conceding, “Good work, though, Gligar. You still threw things at me, but they weren’t rocks this time, and I consider that progress.”

Chapter Text

A pair of photographs are added to Miscellaneous. It’s the mountain that has been depicted in the past, the camera looking up from somewhere just above its base. Two waterfalls pour down the side, framing the mouth of a cave and the bridge that leads up to it; on the plateau above, a small grove is visible, if only by the very tips of the leaf-laden branches. High cliffs stretch even further above, where, in the far distance, the mountain’s peak is capped in snow.

The second picture is of the exact same subject, but blurred in a way that one wouldn’t know what they were looking at unless they had seen the first image. Coincidentally, a video begins not long after.

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“-top, stop, I know this station belongs to you! It’s my intention to depart post-haste!”

The camera swings wildly, its owner unaware that he’s hit the record button in his escape; he’s wholly unconcerned with proper cinematography. A red and orange shape pokes out of the long grass, and two blank white eyes briefly flash into visibility before the camera moves again. The camera operator turns abruptly, putting distance between them just in time to dodge a spray of yellow spores.

As he flees, the lens tries to focus without success, but it’s plain to see that the blur of a Parasect is giving chase.

In all the commotion, his thumb hits record for a second time, and the video ends.

---

The very next photo is filed under Pokemon. The photographer is standing on the bridge that had been on display earlier, looking up, presumably at the ledge he’d been forced to vacate.

That theory would be supported by the Parasect staring down with an incredible amount of contempt, considering it’s a creature lacking any facial features or visible irises.

While this angle could certainly be helpful when it comes to researching the species, that doesn’t seem to be the only motivation-- not when there’s a hand unintentionally poking into the bottom of the frame, the edge of precisely one finger demonstrating that the animosity between them was mutual.

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Species: Crobat (Alpha)

Location: Coronet Highlands Cave

What I know: Poison/flying type. Partnered Crobat evolve from Golbat when they build a strong enough bond with their trainer. Unless it has a hidden ability, it should have Inner Focus. Crobat in particular are said to be an indication that a trainer with a harsh exterior is a good person deep down. I’ve been teased in the past (my past, at least) about adding one to my team, ostensibly for this reason, though it was quite clear that it was actually because Crobat tend to fall into a rather severe frown while resting. I didn’t think it was a bad idea, personally; it would save Chandelure the constant exposure to Earthquake on the Doubles line. My input was no longer appreciated when I made that observation.

Notes: Sneasler was adamant that I not encroach upon this specimen’s space as we passed through. It may be that, due to their respective types, she doesn’t have any moves that are particularly effective against it, but the same holds just as-- if not more-- true for her encounter with Gligar, and she bested him without issue. Regardless, if Sneasler is concerned, I won’t press the matter.

Species: Bronzor & Bronzong (Alpha)

Location: Coronet Highlands

What I know: Steel/psychic types. Bronzor will evolve into Bronzong with proper training, and their most common abilities are Heatproof or Levitate. These Pokemon are somewhat like Klink, in that there’s there will be ongoing debate as to whether ancient civilizations took inspiration from their form, or the Pokemon somehow adapted to resemble a more modern invention. One theory posits that they had a mirror-like shine in centuries past, but if that happens to be true, then the shift happened prior to this era. As many of their ilk, both Bronzor and Bronzong are unable to be classified as male or female.

Notes: They were aggressive, but no more than any other Pokemon I’ve encountered. They attack at both short and long range with Extrasensory.

Update: As usual, an exception can and will be made for the alpha’s aggression, which might best be described as "implacable".

Species: Unown

Location: Coronet Highlands

What I know: Psychic type. Unown aren’t thought to evolve from or into any other Pokemon, but have at least 28 distinct forms, corresponding to characters from the shared Galarian and Unovan dialects; which preceded the other is a matter of some controversy. Their only ability is Levitate, they lack a gender, and they’re quite unique in that the only move they can ever learn is Hidden Power. These are considered some of the most mysterious Pokemon known to humankind, and it’s said that strange things happen where they congregate.

Notes: It didn’t engage with me and didn’t make any attempt to hide. It actually seemed like it might have been stuck on the wall. I would have made an effort to investigate, but Gligar and Oshawott both needed direction, and I was being pursued by a Parasect again.

Species: Carnivine

Location: Coronet Highlands

What I know: Grass type. They aren’t known to evolve from or into any other Pokemon, and their only ability is Levitate. As the name would suggest, they’re carnivorous and lure prey directly into their wide mouths with a sweet smelling nectar. While it’s able to consume prey immediately, it can take over twenty-four hours for it to actually digest its meal.

Notes: The ones I encountered were quite aggressive, but lacked the speed to serve as any real threat. That said, they do have some ranged combat ability in Energy Ball.

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I’m beginning to believe the alphas hate me, specifically. We crossed paths with an alpha Bronzong during our ascent, and it pursued us ruthlessly. No Pokemon acts that way toward Sneasler; the only difference is that I was with her.

She was at a rather horrendous disadvantage, both in terms of typing and in that she was in the middle of climbing a cliff, so I convinced Gligar to help distract it, and forcibly restrained Oshawott from attempting to do the same. On the bright side, once we reached safer “ground” we were able to collect a, frankly, frightening number of the mushrooms that grow from the cliffs here. I have no idea what they're for, but Sneasler was intent on them, and after all of her help, I couldn't say no.

We’re resting for the night, in what I take to be Sneasler’s den. I don’t think it’s what she’s been trying to show me, but we’ll find out imminently; I’ll update you when there's more to report.

The attempt at mending my coat failed on the journey here, by the way. I don’t think it’s worth retrying at this point in time. When the stitches tore out, they damaged the fabric and made the hole bigger. Fixing it may be possible if I can get some scrap fabric to create a patch, but until then, I’m afraid it’s going to have to stay as it is.

It’s a shame, because Mount Coronet is quite a bit colder than the Fieldlands. The kimono top is thicker than my dress shirt was, but the chill seeps in regardless, even with two layers of protection.

I should try to sleep, and let you return to whatever it is you should be doing right now. I love you. Goodnight.

---

The camera turns on and immediately tries to adjust to a strange lighting situation. Where the operator is standing, it’s rather dim, but natural light pours in from somewhere above. When the angle shifts to get a better look at a crack in the ceiling, it becomes clear that this is a very large cavern.

Strangely, as the camera pans down, the floor is not only flat and even, but in the center-- where the light can easily reach-- it boasts the same brickwork captured in the previous day’s landscape photography.

“It seems this is what Sneasler was so eager to show off.” Says the usual voice, and sure enough, Sneasler is perched on a mound of loose stone off to one side, watching the human as he looks around.

He himself drifts to the right, turning the camera upon the walls. Threading through the grey stone, there are thin deposits of a sparkling red ore set too deep in the wall to inspect. With only their bare hands, all a person can do is admire it.

“It’s amazing, but slightly… off-putting.” He explains, one hand tracing along the line of it, “I recognize that veins of ore are completely distinct from circulatory veins, but it’s almost like these have a pulse of their own. While it’s difficult to know what, precisely, to make of them, it’s quite obvious that they’re important.”

Turning away from the wall, he lingers briefly on one of the torches lining the perimeter. This one is standing on its own power, but the same can’t be said for the rest. Several are leaning against the walls and one has tipped over entirely.

On his way to the other end of the cavern, Ingo rights those fallen torches that can stay upright, and stands next to the one with a broken leg, looking back at the entryway. Orange banners catch the current of air sweeping in from the mouth of the cave and out through the crack in the ceiling.

He stoops to lift the torch up over one shoulder, sacrificing the recording long enough to take it to the entrance where it can be dealt with-- it’s doubtful that anyone will, however. The state of it says that, like the last noble’s domain, no human has visited here in some time.

Once the torch has been propped up, the focus turns to the banners depicting a stylized Sneasler in profile.

Between them is a slab of solid stone, its shape like a plastic building block, but with two divots opposite one another; judging by the way their colors contrast the altar's main body, both have been washed recently. One of these basins has been filled with water and the other with greenish mushrooms.

“I think she might have brought me here to perform basic maintenance.” He says, craning up to take a look at one of the lanterns hanging from a banner. Not only has the candle burnt down to nothing, but there are singe marks on the metal. “It’s simple enough, and she’s done so much to help me already. Taking the time to assist her is the least I can do.”

Just before the recording ends, there’s a faint, “You would understand, wouldn’t you?”

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

It’s incredibly quiet. So quiet that, at the first hint of a sound, it echoes back.

“I believe I’ve done something to offend Lady Irida and the Pearl Clan.” The caller says, contrite. His footsteps ring all around him as he begins to pace. “I just-- I don't know what; I don’t have the context or the words. What little Hisuian I've picked up isn't enough to ask the questions I need answered, and so much of what they've said already has been lost on me. It's not my intention to frustrate them or make them repeat themselves, I just... can't understand them."

He stops walking and, wherever it is he’s ended up, the faint whistle of the wind is briefly audible. He begins again and it fades away.

There’s a warbling “woooooooott” and the pacing stops. Something slides against stone. A “sha-sha-sha” gets louder, and then abruptly becomes muffled. Anywhere with even a semblance of background noise, it wouldn’t have picked up, but fingers begin to scratch through dense fur.

“Assisting Sneasler seemed like the right thing to do; she immediately perked up when I cleaned her offering dishes, and wouldn’t leave me alone while I mended the torch and cleaned the lanterns. By technicality, I suppose I did steal some candles, but given that they were clearly the same as the ones that had burnt down and that Sneasler led me directly to them, it seemed self-evident that I was putting them to their intended use.”

A pair of wing beats sound, and then a streamlined landing as talons tap gently against stone. Gligar clicks from somewhere nearby.

“Are… are you serious?”

More clicking.

In spite of his evident anxiety, Ingo gives a subdued laugh.

“Come here, then.”

The audio changes very slightly as the phone is set down. The scratching starts in stereo.

A dull-- very dull-- thump can be heard.

“I miss you so much that it feels like an open wound.” There’s another chuckle, but it’s entirely mirthless this time, “And I should know, shouldn’t I? Hopefully, you’re doing better back home, but were I in your position and you vanished without a word...”

He lapses into silence for half a minute, unable to finish that thought-- or maybe he sits with it, but is unsure how to express what he comes away with-- before changing to a slightly different track, “The burn is doing better, at least-- you’d be happy to hear that. It doesn’t stick when I change the dressing anymore, but it does still twinge when I breathe too deeply.”

It seems there’s not much to follow that, and so he doesn’t even try. He’s reluctant to hang up just yet, though.

Eventually, clawed footsteps ring through the quiet, echoing as intensely as his rubber-soled shoes.

“Er-lea? Nee wah srrkck.”

Rustling sounds in either direction and the scratching abruptly stops, presumably in response to Sneasler’s chattering.

“I need to go now,” Ingo says quietly, “Hopefully I’ll have better news when I message you this evening.”

Click.

Chapter Text

The Tag Log feature was disabled when this device was upgraded. Automatic updates have been deactivated while the C-Gear is disconnected from the network. Manual inputs are still accepted. Any contact information added manually will not count toward earning Pass Powers.

Custom survey questions have been enabled.

Custom trainer classes have been enabled.

Custom notes fields have been enabled.

The trainers you passed most recently are:

Lady Irida

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Pearl Clan (Shinju-dan)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Clan Leader

Warden Gaeric

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Pearl Clan (Shinju-dan)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden (Kyaputen) to Lord Avalugg (Crebase) of the Alabaster Icelands (Junpaku no Todo)

Miss Sadorn

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Pearl Clan (Shinju-dan)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden-in-training to Lady Sneasler (Ohnyula) of Mount Coronet (Tengansan)

---

I do have… news regarding my faux pas with the Pearl Clan. Personally, I wouldn’t call it good, but you would find it amusing.

It seems I’ve inadvertently become something of a homewrecker. Sneasler’s been trailing after me while the young woman training to be her warden was left at the station, and the fact that she brought me to her arena was too much to be tolerated any longer.

I’m infinitely grateful for the sheer number of times she’s come to my aid, but it was never my intention to derail her when she has a duty to uphold.

While there are a number of species I’d like to research in greater depth here, I think it may be prudent to move on for the time being, just so I don’t distract Sneasler any more than I already have. The coast to the east is promising. Gligar could use the resistance training against water attacks and it would give Oshawott the opportunity to splash around and practice his own.

Even if I didn’t make much any progress while we were here, I know some of the Pokemon to be on the lookout for on our return trip. That’s something, at least.

Thank you for being patient with me.

---

Species: Glameow

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Normal type. They evolve into Purugly when trained sufficiently. Their most common abilities are Limber and Own Tempo, and their gender ratio skews heavily in favor of females. They’re popular house Pokemon, and are frequently compared to Purrloin. Unfortunately, it’s quite common for people to surrender them after they evolve, often put off by their changed appearance or larger size. It’s ridiculous. What kind of person could abandon their partner simply because they look different?

Notes: The pair I encountered were very skittish. I got a decent enough look by luring them over with a couple of oran berries, but they weren’t eager to approach me.

Species: Spheal

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Ice/water type. If trained to proper heights, they evolve into Sealeo and then Walrein. Their preferred method of locomotion is to roll bodily across the ground, which is orders more efficient than any attempt at walking on their feet. They’re known to be noisy eaters, not due to poor manners, but because they get so excited about their food that they begin clapping en mass. Their most common abilities are Thick Fat and Ice Body.

Notes: Compared to the bulk of wild Pokemon I’ve encountered in Hisui, the few I met were shockingly sociable. They allowed me to walk right up to them, and only rolled away when I didn’t prove to be entertaining enough.

Species: Skorupi & Drapion (Alpha)

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Poison/bug and Poison/dark types, respectively. Skorupi will evolve into Drapion with enough training. Skorupi are incredibly resilient, able to survive in horribly arid climates for up to a year without sustenance while it waits for its prey. Its entire temperament changes upon evolution, where a once patient Pokemon becomes far more territorial and invested in instant gratification. Their most common abilities are Battle Armor or Sniper.

Notes: I went out of my way to skirt their territory, as between my existing knowledge base and observation, I believe they would be extremely aggressive if approached. Without a decent grasp of the landscape or Sneasler to fall back on for aid, it seemed wise not to risk incurring the wrath of both the alpha and its nest of Skorupi.

Species: Tangela

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Grass type. Tangela evolves into Tangrowth upon learning the move Ancient Power. Its most common abilities are Chlorophyll and Leaf Guard. The nature of its actual body is unknown, as it’s covered in vines from the time it hatches. These vines drop easily if the Pokemon is injured or in danger and needs an emergency exit, but will quickly be replaced, as they never stop growing while attached to the Tangela. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s said they never stop growing, full stop. I wonder if they have to be on the Tangela…?

Notes: Their behavior varies within the species; I bumped into one while trying to evade the bed of Skorupi and it did little more than look at me before wandering away. The next I encountered attempted to catch me in Poison Powder.

Species: Vulpix (Kantonian Variant)

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Fire type. When exposed to a fire stone, this regional variant of Vulpix evolves into Ninetales; its counterpart utilizes an ice stone instead. This Pokemon is born with only a single tail, which splits as it matures, until it finally reaches six discrete tails. While far from helpless, if a Vulpix senses that it’s met its match, it’s known to feign injury or unconsciousness until its foe lowers its guard; unfortunately, this behavior can encourage serious predators to go in for the kill. Unless it has its hidden ability, it will have Flash Fire. Female Vulpix are much more common than their male counterparts.

Notes: Flighty, but friendly. It stopped to watch what I was doing, and only fled when I drew too close.

Species: Purugly (Alpha)

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Normal type. It evolves from Glameow with training. If the Glameow had Limber, its new ability upon evolving will be Thick Fat. Their bulky appearance is actually an illusion; they use their tails to cinch their midsections and make their body look larger and, therefore, more intimidating. A particularly rude commuter once compared my expression to one such Pokemon, which speaks more to that individual’s poor taste.

Notes: This Pokemon followed the trend of those alphas I’ve encountered prior. While I believe it was a confrontation we could have weathered, it was lucky that this territory’s noble was patrolling the area at the time of our encounter.

Species: Arcanine (Hisuian) (Pearl Clan Noble)

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Fire type, without a doubt. This particular specimen knows Flamethrower and Extreme Speed.

What I think I know: He seems sturdier than a Kantonian Arcanine, though that could easily be attributed to the fact that he’s a Noble Pokmeon. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that this variant has different stat distributions, but will have to study a more standard example of the species to say with any certainty. Purugly’s normal attacks didn’t seem to have the same effectiveness as they would on a Kantonian Arcanine, leading me to believe it may also have rock typing, though I can’t rule steel out entirely.

Notes: His proper title is Windie.

---

A series of photographs is added to Pokemon.

The surroundings are lush and green, grass growing up to a person’s knees. Behind and far below, a crescent of pale sand cups the water sparkling in the afternoon sun. Mount Coronet is very distant, but still prominently visible, clouds ringing its peak.

At first, the pictures focus on a deep vermilion Arcanine-- its mane and tail a sooty grey, fur billowing in curls like smoke-- but gradually, something else catches the photographer’s attention. With their safety assured by their fearsome-if-social evolution, a pair of Growlithe emerge, and quickly steal the show. Their color and the texture of their fur differ from the modern variant, and one is substantially larger than the other.

Even under Arcanine’s watchful eye, the two stay clustered together. There isn’t a single image where they’re apart.

---

I love you.

---

The camera starts with an incredibly wide view, looking down a natural-- if steep-- ramp. It’s immediately leveled away from the Beautifly fluttering aimlessly and set down, propped up against something to watch two Growlithe on the move. Their eyes are covered by curly fur and their noses are working furiously, investigating something on this relatively flat portion of the incline.

A shadow falls over the frame, the distinctive patterns and gaps making it clear that it’s resting in the shade of a tree. Somewhere nearby, but off-screen, there’s a repeated rasping sound; it’s near constant, but there doesn’t seem to be much rhythm to it.

At one point, it’s interrupted by a light hiss and an “ouch”. Our camera operator seems to be the same as usual.

While the Growlithe wander and find things to bark at, another human strides into view, watching them. Her curly hair is held back with a bandana and there’s a soft smile on her face as she watches them lose focus and begin to tumble with one another. Eventually she, too, strays from her original task, drifting toward the person at the camera to speak with him, and sits just out of frame… mostly. Her knees are barely visible, poking into view.

Her words are unhurried, and while at one point they dip into mild disapproval, she seems curious more than anything; they’re in Hisuian, but the pace at which she speaks seems to help the understanding between them.

“Oh, no, not at all. Galaxy team’s-- Ginga-dan-- practices are common where I come from. Monsutaboru are a safe way to keep your companions at your side.” Ingo speaks with a similar lack of haste. He must read something into her unseen expression, because he adds, “The Shinju Clan is different, though, isn’t it? Kyaputen Gaeric called for Glalie instead.”

They continue to slowly speak back and forth and, at one point, a hand dips into visibility, offering her half an apricorn to inspect. She takes it, but gives it back a minute later and the dull scratching sound resumes.

While they have their conversation, the screen is filled with blue and, once he notices it, the hand returns, lifting the offender out of the way. Red ‘shoes’ dangle limply as it’s carried off, but the vine that slithers back, reaching for something unseen, betrays the fact that the Tangela wasn’t moved very far away.

The woman giggles and reaches out to meet the vine, taking it gingerly by the tip and swaying it back and forth. Oshawott rockets into view shortly thereafter, jealously trying to earn her attention instead.

With their minders’ attention elsewhere, the Growlithe bumble down the slope, and the humans only realize it at the sound of a yipe.

The collective soundscape coming from down the hill suggests that the pair of Growlithe have found the Beautifly, and it’s none too happy about it.

Both humans immediately jump up and race away, presumably to intervene. If the calls to action for Oshawott and Tangela are any indication, it results in a conflict. Well after it’s started, the woman-- in a comparatively more hesitant voice-- calls what’s assumed to be an order to the Growlithe.

The entire battle unfolds away from the forgotten camera, leaving the details to the imagination, but the Beautifly seems to be driven away and the Growlithe herded back where they belong.

Before either of them step back into frame, however, Ingo haltingly asks, “Correct me if I’m wrong, Kyaputen Palina, but do you see something… ah, purple on that cliff?”

There’s a pause, and even in a different language, the answer is a fretful affirmative. The word “Ohnyula” is clearly audible.

A sigh sounds. “I’ll speak with her; give me just a moment.”

The camera is switched off as he begins to collect his belongings from the tree’s shade.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s hardly a beat before the caller gets to his point.

“What am I meant to do if Sneasler refuses to honor the Pearl Clan’s customs?” He asks. In the pause he leaves, waves can be heard-- not terribly far off, but he’s not tracing the shore, either. “I can put as much distance between us as is physically possible, but I have no means of stopping her from giving chase. Even if she wasn’t a powerful Pokemon, she’s sacred to the Pearl Clan, and I wouldn’t want to cause them any more inconvenience than I already have.”

The tap-tap-tap of fingernails on wood comes across loud and clear and is answered immediately by the rustling of vines.

“Oh? Oh. I’m sorry, it will be done imminently-- I’m afraid my thoughts drifted elsewhere.”

The sound of shivering plantlife stills, followed by the short scratching sounds again.

“Just-- just once, I wish the call would somehow connect. I wish I could let you know that I’m alright, and not to worry, because in spite of the delays, forward progress is still being made. I’ll arrive at station… not soon, but eventually. I wish I could ask your take on the situation with Sneasler, even if you would laugh at me for getting myself stuck as I have. I know it won’t happen, but…”

He trails off, but the quiet scraping continues. Tangela coos appreciatively.

“There’s no point in idling over these tracks. This dilemma will be addressed in the coming days, and in the meantime, I have a pokeball to finish carving. Take care.”

Click.

Chapter Text

Species: Gastly

Location: Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Ghost/poison type. With training, it evolves into Haunter, and then Gengar upon being traded. Their gaseous bodies can suffocate a grown human if they become engulfed, or, conversely, knock a person out with their soporific poison, but they’re easily blown about or dispersed entirely by even the faintest breeze. As they have hardly any physicality to speak of, it’s incredibly difficult to keep this Pokemon out of any space that isn’t airtight. Their ability is always Levitate.

Notes: To my knowledge, the species isn’t capable of learning Teleport, but I watched several flit around in a very similar fashion.

Species: Budew

Location: Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Grass/poison type. It will only evolve into Roselia if it trusts its partner, and then into Roserade after being exposed to a shiny stone. They’re partial to environments where they’re ensured strong sunlight and fresh, clear water, which is said to increase their poison’s potency. Their most common abilities are Natural Cure and Poison Point. I seem to be allergic to their pollen.

Notes: From what I’ve observed, they only appear when there aren’t Gastly about. While you can, and I have, walked directly up to them without issue, it’s an experience I’m not going to repeat, if only to save my immune system some trouble.

Species: Tangrowth (Alpha)

Location: Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Grass type. They evolve from Tangela upon learning Ancient Power. Both predator and prey, this Pokemon is able to blend into natural environments by holding perfectly still, allowing it to evade notice. The “arms” they use are actually limbs woven from their vines, and, due to this, they’re utterly unbothered if they lose one; it will grow right back within a day. Their most common abilities are Chlorophyll and Leaf Guard. You can easily tell whether a Tangrowth is male or female by looking at their ‘fingers’ and the amount of red on them.

Notes: An interesting wrinkle in regards to alpha Pokemon: the alpha Tangrowth attempted to attack me on sight, as expected, but I believe Tangela talked it down. I’m unsure whether this particular alpha Pokemon had a receptive temperament or if it had to do with their shared species. This warrants further investigation.

Species: Croagunk

Location: Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Poison/fighting type. They evolve into Toxicroak when trained properly. Like Pikachu, they derive their poison from their cheek sacs, which it can inflate to release a so-called “blubbering” cry; I’ve yet to hear this, and am curious how it compares to Eelektross’s. It’s said that this Pokemon fights especially dirty in the wild, but it’s only as a survival mechanism, and their temperament shifts once they find a human they trust. Their most common abilities are Anticipation and Dry Skin.

Notes: While I’m unable to account for partnered Croagunk, I can confirm Hisui’s wild specimens have a penchant for taking every advantage they can. They like to hide in the mud here and ambush those who cross through.

---

Warden Calaba is losing patience with me. In her defense, this IS the third time I’ve come away from a day’s research poisoned.

She showed me how to refine a pecha berry’s juice to create a fact-acting antidote, and then followed that with the most repulsive medicinal powder I’ve ever been forced to take. I suppose I deserved it, though. I should have been watching the mud pits more carefully as I passed.

On the bright side, I can confirm that Eelektross would almost certainly be the more competent blubberer if pitted against a Croagunk.

---

Among the dozens of pictures added to Pokemon, and the works in progress filed under Pokedex, a handful are also added to Miscellaneous.

The first is a room lined with meticulously even tiles, floor to wall. Across its length, there’s a large tablet with some sort of inscription on it, but the details are too far away to make out.

It’s followed by a closer look at the carved letters; they’re not a proper alphabet, but can still be read.

ALL LIVES TOUCH OTHER LIVES TO CREATE SOMETHING ANEW AND ALIVE

Hours after it was taken, a comment is added to it: I’m baffled. The implications in the ‘Galarian or Unown’ debate aside, how can this be here? Warden Calaba recited its inscription when I asked after it, in spite of the alphabet being a foreign one. If I wrote a message using Unown instead of Unovan, would I be understood? Is it simply that, through my eyes, Unown look like the alphabet I recognize and Calaba sees Hisuian characters? What does it MEAN?

(Chronologically, it’s followed by short series of pictures featuring a Tangela balancing a stack of oran berries on its head. The dissonance is startling.)

Following those into Miscellaneous are several shots of the same paper, the camera kept meticulously still to keep the result from blurring. The hypothetical Unovan viewer would be unable to read it, as it’s entirely in Hisuian. No comments have been added to elucidate their meaning. There is, however, a pecha pit edging just barely into the frame.

Last is a curious photograph-- not for its content, but the fact that, even in the time after it’s been taken, the viewer can intuit how indecisive the photographer was as he took it. The subject matter is nothing special: a pair of torches marking the beginning of a small village, its ring of tents identical to the ones seen previously in all but color and the insignia marking their tops. At this settlement's center is a stone plinth of unknown origin or significance.

The cameraman’s timidity isn’t for nothing. Across the camp, a woman stares back in distaste.

What, if anything, became of this interaction is left up to the imagination.

---

The camera is angled haphazardly down a slope, at a sleeping Hippopotas, a voice already speaking. In conjunction with one another, these facts make it quite clear that it’s not the ability to record that’s being put to work, but the filter that helps to see through the dark.

“—es seem to function the way I had thought. Warden Calaba! I can help!” The latter portion is spoken clumsily, and not in the language the camera operator has favored up to this point.

An older woman only half in frame turns away from a large ursine Pokemon to regard him. Her expression is somewhat dubious, but she responds favorably, and whatever she says is met with prompt acceptance as the cameraman turns and dashes off into the night.

Eventually, he reaches the ring of dark tents and slows, cowed by the looks that turn upon him. One man in particular breaks away to meet him, and while he seems far from happy, he’s not turning Ingo away. His words are unrecognizable without any knowledge of Hisuian or Sinnoan, but the camera jostles as its owner nods.

“I can help.” He repeats, “Can I?”

The man eyes him up and down and gives a firm nod, but holds a hand up to speak to the rest of his people. Several disperse as he doles out orders-- each calling a name into the night as they leave-- and when that matter has settled, he turns back to the camera, gesturing for Ingo to come with him. He says something in the same tones of the instructions he’d barked.

“I understand.” Ingo says, back to normal, and in a smaller voice adds, “...in practice, if not verbatim.”

They follow a trail studded with torches, preceded by two other people in the distance, carrying their own lights. The man occasionally calls “Kandrake” like his fellows, but Ingo remains focused on the grove they’re passing, scouring it with the greater vision the camera’s filter provides.

No one is lost amongst the trees or, when the lens is turned to the path’s opposite side, floundering in the river, and so they skirt around a Graveler’s perimeter to venture into the bog below.

The problem here is that a massive, red-eyed Gastly haunts the pits, and those people calling into the darkness can’t continue without drawing its attention. Briefly, the scene pans back behind them, to where a Leafeon pads after its trainer. A considering hiss sounds behind the camera, but Ingo refocuses and speaks to other man in hushed tones.

It’s barely a surprise when Gligar emerges from its pokeball, and while the stranger looks on with some small amount of distaste, the message has gotten across.

The Gastly screeches in outrage as it catches sight of the humans in its territory, and then unerringly hones in on its specific target. It’s unnerving to see it so set on the camera, even knowing that one isn’t in any danger, a viewer well after the fact.

The dark and mud in tandem prove no small obstacle, and the Gastly’s attacks come closer than is comfortable. With Ingo’s attention half on the battle and half on dodging the disproportionate aggression-- broken further into actively ducking and weaving versus watching for the traps the mud pits pose-- Gligar receives only a few orders. It obeys most, though ignores the last Aerial Ace in favor of substituting an alpha’s bellow, then a fast-and-precise Mud Bomb-- a decision which merits a note of confusion in the moment, but is quickly passed off in favor of more pressing matters.

While the Gastly’s vision is obscured, Leafeon and Gligar are able to subdue it, and with the behemoth of a ghost downed for the time, the human voices tentatively begin to ring out again, one by one.

Leafeon’s trainer calls it back and sympathetically tries to brush some of the mud from its pelt, but sighs and gives up on the endeavor for the moment. Gligar swoops in and out of frame as the camera-- held distractedly in one hand-- moves away; the recording only barely catches the pecha berry that Ingo offers the pathetic-looking grass type.

A word of thanks is offered to Gligar, who snubs the offer of his own pecha berry and returns to his pokeball, leaving the men to resume their task.

The camera moves across multiple mud pits as they press on, empty save for the Pokemon who had been sleeping in the muck. Among the other members of the search party, specks of light move in the distance like will-o-wisps-- true, fire type will-o-wisps.

Things continue in this manner for several minutes, “Kandrake” sounding from both nearby and afar. Eventually, the other man pauses, turns to Ingo and nudges where the frame ends.

Whatever it is that he says warrants, “I’m… not sure you want me to do that.”

His brows knit, and while he doesn’t seem to understand the words, the hesitation must come through, because he waves it off and repeats himself.

There’s a soft sigh and, “I suppose, if you insist.” before deep inhalation and a booming, “KANDRAKE?”

The other man backpedals, eyes widening briefly in surprise, but gives a short, sheepish laugh and taps at one ear as if to make sure that it still works. He mumbles something incomprehensible and shakes his head briefly, before his demeanor turns serious again to echo the call.

The search continues for nearly an hour before the recording-- never once acknowledged in all that time-- ends.

---

I didn’t expect to see a Lilligant here, but it seems one acts as a Noble Pokemon of the Diamond Clan.

There are so many fundamental differences between Dredear and the Lilligant we know, but you couldn’t mistake her for anything else. I’ve never heard of Sinnoan Petilil or Lilligant in our era.

Or Basculin or Basculegion for that matter.

Now that I think about it, all of the Noble Pokemon I’ve met have been species I’d never heard of, or forms I’d never seen before.

Another mystery, it seems, and no better than the alpha Pokemon’s inexplicable aggression. When I’ve done enough research here, I think I’ll travel to the Alabaster Icelands again. I need to follow up on this.

---

For the first time, the device’s Maps feature is opened. It seems to be an accident, because it’s closed and then, as a double-take, opened back up. It’s immediately littered with a dozen notes across three separate territories.

The built-in task list is visited shortly thereafter.

In an Unfamiliar Land: You were found in the Alabaster Icelands and brought to the Pearl Clan, an unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar place. How will you find your footing in this strange land? COMPLETE

The Galaxy Team’s Trial: You’ve been set a trial you must clear to associate with the Galaxy Team. Catch a Bidoof, a Starly, and a Shinx in the Obsidian Fieldlands, and turn them over. COMPLETE

Getting to Work on Research Tasks: In order to complete the Pokedex, you’ll need to study Pokemon in various ways. Speak to the professor to learn more about these parameters. COMPLETE

Hisui’s Kings and Queens: As a visitor, it’s only proper to introduce yourself to Hisui’s protectors. Meet the each of the Noble Pokemon revered by the Diamond and Pearl Clans.

A New Mission: Continue studying the native fauna to build an understanding of the Pokemon and people of Hisui.

Antagonistic Alphas: Alpha Pokemon tend not to welcome human contact, but yours is appreciated even less than others’. What do you suppose causes this?

The Unown: You’ve noted that people who speak entirely separate languages can still interpret the Unown without issue. Study the species to see if an explanation can’t be found.

Diamond in a Rough Spot: A young woman called Kandrake has gone missing from the Diamond Clan’s settlement. Neither Lord Ursaluna nor the search party sent out that night found answers. She’s still out there somewhere.

Chapter Text

The trainers you passed most recently are:

Pokemon Trainer Volo

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Ginkgo Guild (Icho Shokai)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Ostensibly, he’s a merchant. Maybe it’s just the language barrier, but he’s never tried to sell me on anything.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: To date, I’ve only seen him use a Togepi. I’m relieved to say it seemed perfectly healthy when I saw it recently.

Captain Zisu

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team (Ginga-dan)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Captain of Galaxy Team’s Security Corps (Keibitai)

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: I know she trains an Ambipom and Lopunny, and suspect she has a larger team.

Professor Laventon

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team (Ginga-dan)

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Researcher for the Survey Corps (Chosa-tai)

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: He seems timid around Pokemon, so the literal answer may be that he favors their absence. He’s currently caring for a Cyndaquil and Rowlet, but doesn’t battle with them.

---

Another photograph is added to Pokedex, and while this one follows the established pattern of focusing on a sheet of paper-- or, rather, a number of sheets of paper-- the actual content is radically different from the norm.

At the top of one sheet, the shared Galarian-Unovan alphabet is scrawled in both upper and lowercase letters, and below it is a facsimile of the corresponding Unown. The letters are written in a hand unlike what’s been seen in this folder prior.

Two halves of a separate sheet have been set nearby, and though it might take a bit of squinting, a Unovan or Galarian observer would recognize that both halves say the same thing; the difference is that one is written in proper Galarian and the other is made up of Unown. The piece with actual writing on it has a single tally in its corner, and the Unown a good ten marks grouped together.

At the image’s edge-- extending out of frame-- another sheet of paper is actively being written on, one hand laying absently to the side as a pen angles against it. A beige ring sullies its far corner, and the culprit rests nearby: a teacup with a gold rim and distinctive swirling aqua pattern along its body.

There’s no hope for interpreting what’s being written on the paper itself. Even to a native speaker, the cursive is unintelligible.

---

I’ve identified several new discrepancies between Hisuian and modern Pokemon. While they can only battle with four active moves, a Pokemon here never truly forgets an attack.

If, for instance, you replaced Aqua Jet with Water Pulse, Oshawott would still be able to use Aqua Jet without visiting a specialist to relearn it. All he would need is a quiet moment to remember the technique.

Have modern day Pokemon forgotten this ability, or is it something that’s simply died out with the regulations surrounding the training and battling of Pokemon?

As to the other, I’d like to verify it for myself before making any claims, but if true, the implications are… fascinating.

---

The recording switches on to two rows of rustic wooden houses lining either side of a wide dirt road. Down the path is a manned gate with two watchtowers on its either side and a bell hanging from the leftmost tower. Lanterns have been lit at regular intervals, and most of the houses have a light shining from within.

“Captain Zisu’s gotten me involved in a dispute she has with Captain Cyllene,” Says the cameraman, speaking under his breath as he moves off to the right, toward a hill topped with furrows of plowed ground. “Granted, my Hisuian is still somewhat lacking, but by my understanding, she’s complaining of Cyllene’s Abra teleporting around the village and spooking the inhabitants. As Captain Cyllene denies this, she’s asked me to find proof. I’m unsure if I can actually use this footage as evidence, given the… incompatibility with this era, but better to have it and not need it than the inverse.”

The camera turns lazily this way and that, peeking through scaffolding and into the canopies of trees. Eventually, he makes a wide loop to cover the other side of the prepared farmland, pausing to take a look at the mushrooms growing on a carefully-arranged set of logs. Given the bemused “Huh” it incites, that seems to have less to do with Abra and more a personal curiosity.

As he moves on to idle halfway across a bridge, looking out over the river that cuts through the village, something flickers on the left half of the embankment, and he takes off running. After a dizzying commute, one of the waterwheels seen prior begins to come into focus. The camera doesn’t get the brunt of it, but the minute shifting suggests that Ingo is looking around for another trace of movement-- and he seems to find something, because he’s off again, darting between the watermills and past the bridge he’d initially been standing on.

Without pausing, he makes a sharp turn. There’s a flash of red bricks, and a young woman in black pigtails squawks as he dashes by. The apology he calls back likely doesn’t mean much, considering it’s delivered in Unovan.

He stops on a hill, tall enough to see onto the shared roof of a housing block. Sure enough, there’s an Abra floating atop it.

It tenses when it sees him, but he doesn’t try to step any closer or bridge the gap.

“Excuse me,” He calls to it instead, and it cocks its head. “Would you please return to Captain Cyllene? I’m sure you don’t mean to, but your play has been frightening the people who live here.”

The Abra floats ever-so-slightly nearer and shakes its head.

“No? But why?”

After a beat of silence, the Abra vanishes.

There’s a beat of silence, then a sigh.

“Seems I did little more than spin my wheels tonight.”

The Abra reappears without fanfare, but with a friend. The second Abra only lingers for a few seconds before teleporting away again, but the point has been made.

“You’re not Cyllene’s Abra.” Ingo concludes, and gets a chirp in response. “In that case, could I ask that you take your play to the beach south of here? It should give you plenty of room to practice Teleport, and I haven’t observed any other wild Pokemon there. You should be safe.”

It considers that, inclines its head, and bids an exit-- this time without making a reappearance.

“That’s actually something of a relief,” Ingo says as he moves to shut the recording off, “I would hate to get on either Captain Zisu or Cyllene’s bad side.”

---

Cracked Egg: Find and apologize to Volo for your last battle. COMPLETE

The Writing on the Wall Says…: Professor Laventon emphatically agrees that the presence of Unown in Hisui is worth further study. Ask ten people to try to read his message in Galarian, and then to read the same message as written in Unown. COMPLETE

Strange Happenings at Midnight: Sanqua, the captain of the Construction Corps, says that strange things are happening in her house at night. She wants you to find out what is going on. COMPLETE

Playing with Drifloon: It appears that a Drifloon has been sighted playing with one of the village children. Go speak to Mimi of the Security Corps for details. COMPLETE

Bothersome Bidoof: Three trouble-making Bidoof have invaded the village! Tsumugi from the Security Corps needs your help to catch them all. COMPLETE

Teleportation Troubles: Captain Zisu is certain she’s seen Cyllene’s Abra flitting about the village. Find a way to deter it from scaring the villagers with Teleport! COMPLETE

An Evolutionary Setback?: Professor Laventon explained to you that Pokemon with trainers don’t evolve spontaneously. This seems counter to the Pokemon you’ve trained in the past. Help one of your Pokemon evolve to determine whether this is a misunderstanding, or a legitimate difference.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s running water somewhere nearby. It’s not fast, but it is steady.

“I’m not putting my trip to the Alabaster Icelands off.” The caller declares, immediately suspect in how guilty he sounds as he says it, “I’m just trying to be proactive. It wouldn’t do to get there and realize I don’t have the supplies I need, or to make another trip out because I missed key information while I was here.”

There’s a wooden ‘thunk’. The sound of the current becomes ever-so-slightly louder, and now Oshawott can be heard, gleefully splashing around somewhere.

“For now, the only expectation on me is my own, but I’m going to have to return to that station eventually. The Pearl Clan were incredibly kind to me, and all I’ve done is cause them inconvenience after inconvenience. I don’t want to exacerbate it. And…”

He trails off for a long moment, voice weak when he does pick back up. “And I very nearly died the last time I was there. I recognize that it’s a valid reason to fear going back, but I can’t let it get the better of me. If I focus on the other territories first, the specter of it would grow and grow until I couldn’t bear to face it.”

It goes silent for a handful of seconds. Something taps at the device in a nervous staccato rhythm.

“Sometimes, I look at the damage I’ve done to my coat, and wonder why in the world that Pokemon thought I was a good fit for this task-- by myself, at least. You’re better at communicating without words. You’re the one who knows the stats of a dozen species offhand. When you have a goal, you accept nothing less than victory. I wouldn’t wish this on you in a thousand years, but… but really, what good am I here without you?”

His voice grows quieter and quieter until, on the last clause, it’s barely audible over the water.

In the break, there’s a muted “Sha?”, which is gradually overtaken by rough breathing, just shy of actual crying.

A splash can be heard, then a wet-sounding landing, and inelegant human sputtering as the device briefly clatters down. Barely any distance away, Ingo forces a laugh and thanks Oshawott, but tries to convince him away in the same breath.

It’s a minute before he picks his device back up, and while he sounds slightly more put together, there’s still a distinct sadness to his voice.

“Regardless of any of that, we’re departing for the Alabaster Icelands in the morning. All preparations have been made and my excuses have run out. I just have to remind myself that it will be worth it in the end.”

Click.

---

The camera turns on, view full of white.

“I recognize that it’s silly, but I’ve always done my best battling with the subway’s Vs. Recorder on me, so I thought this might help me put on a brave face.” Ingo says as he moves down a path worn into the snow.

The thought stands on its own for some time as he walks onward, pausing briefly to direct Gligar toward a tree, where it comes back with two pincers full of apricorns and its tail swaying in expectation. It’s handed some manner of treat off camera, and then goes back to cruising through the sky.

He passes a Snorunt and affords it an audibly-nervous greeting; it seems to feel the same way about him, because it leaps away, unhindered by the deep snow it bounds across.

His grip on the camera shifts as he tries to control the slide down three levels of a cliff, looks one way, and then the other. The first has two Aipom loitering in it and culminates in a dead end. Down the other, the Snorunt gives him a look and preemptively bolts, leaving the incline through a frozen tunnel unguarded.

The camera pans up to Gligar, which seems to get the signal loud and clear, because it swoops down to stay within range as they head into the confined area. Footsteps on ice echo strangely around them, but the climb is unremarkable. The mouth of the cave is audible before the light shines in, wind whistling fiercely across it.

As he steps out into the Alabaster Icelands proper, Ingo’s grip on the device changes, and it records nothing but snow and the tips of his shoes for a moment. For a short spell, it trembles slightly, and the reason is unclear.

“If Warden Gaeric led me through the eastern portion of Avalugg’s Legacy and the Bonechill Wastes, then I have the entire western front to explore in order to gain a better feel for the landscape.” He says aloud, for an audience that doesn’t exist yet, “And also Heart’s Crag, from the look of it. That’s what I’ll tackle first. That way, if anything goes wrong, I’m still in somewhat familiar territory.”

One hand automatically snaps out in front of the camera as he sets his course, and then sheepishly falls back to his side. The way forward is down a slope, and he eases past an unnecessarily large Piloswine before dodging a massive hole in the snow. Gligar takes off again, and can be seen in the distance rooting through a snowdrift, his motivation unknown. The entire time, Ingo takes verbal note of the Pokemon around, reciting information or narrating observations on this first pass.

At the water’s edge, he has just enough time to start contemplating the gap before the camera snaps up, following his shifting focus.

On one of the snowy hills ahead stands a familiar purple figure, staring directly at him.

He has the presence of mind to switch the recording off just in time to censor, “Zekrom da--”

Chapter Text

How has your morning, afternoon or evening been? I hope it’s better than mine, because I think I’ve just made an enemy for the rest of my time here in Hisui.

Somehow, it’s not Sneasler, but her warden-in-training, Miss Sadorn.

I can’t blame her. If I’d been trying to bond with a Pokemon for months, only for it to imprint on a seemingly-random passerby, I would be frustrated, too. The situation isn’t fair to any of us, and I don’t know how to fix it.

I suppose the best I can do is stay on task. The less time I’m here, the less of a problem I present.

---

Species: Mamoswine (Alpha)

Location: Avalugg’s Legacy, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Ice/ground type. It evolves from Piloswine upon learning Ancient Power. It’s said that ancient civilizations depicted this Pokemon in their art more than 10,000 years ago (or… possibly fewer, depending on what century one calculates from). Working from that theory, a common belief is that warmer temperatures caused the population to thin, so very few are seen in the wild. Its most common abilities are Oblivious and Snow Cloak.

Notes: None, as I went out of my way to avoid it at this junction. Gligar is at a rather steep type disadvantage, and I didn’t have it in me to run-- through packed snow-- from a creature with three foot tusks composed entirely of ice.

Species: Avalugg

Location: Avalugg’s Legacy, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Ice type in some capacity. It must evolve from Bergmite, but I’m unsure whether it’s the same method as modern day Avalugg. It’s certainly not fast, but is faster than its modern counterparts, and it still ferries Bergmite around on its back.

What I think I know: Looking at it, I’m relatively certain it has an earthy secondary typing. Ground or rock? Kleavor and Arcanine both share the rock type, if that has any bearing. I don’t know enough to hazard a guess what abilities it might have at this station.

Notes: I observed it for some time, but haven’t engaged it in battle yet. While it held the type advantage against the greater portion of my team, I was confident that I would be able to outpace it if need be, and ducked into range to retrieve a cluster of salt. It could be that this particular specimen was tired or of a nature disinclined to attack, but it made no move to approach me. That seems odd, since the surrounding Bergmite were surprisingly aggressive.

Species: Stantler (Alpha)

Location: Avalugg’s Legacy, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Normal type. Evolves into Wyrdeer, but how? Is this an evolution that’s been lost to time, or could it be replicated in modern Stantler? Regardless, their antlers are shaped in a way that causes air to flow through them to dizzying effect; some believe this is due to its latent psychic abilities, others connect it to the fact that the orbs from shed antlers were once ground to make sleeping aids, and suspect that the air currents spread something akin to a mild sleep powder for short distances. Its most common abilities are Intimidate and Frisk.

Notes: They’re incredibly quick to startle. Fascinatingly, the alpha I encountered didn’t attack me on sight, but attempted to flee, instead. Could it be possible that I trigger a fight or flight instinct in alpha Pokemon? I threw a pokeball as it turned its back and was surprised when it resulted in a successful capture. If I’m unable to narrow down its method of evolution, I’ll ask Warden Mai’s advice.

Species: Sneasel (Alpha)

Location: Avalugg’s Legacy, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Standard Sneasel evolve into Weavile when exposed to a Razor Claw after sunset, but I doubt the same is true here. These Pokemon are predators, but they show a great preference for eggs over meat. Their hooked claws are particularly good for ensnaring prey and ensuring that escape is either impossible or incredibly painful. You can tell a standard Sneasel’s gender from the length of its ear plume; females have relatively short feathers while a male’s is longer.

What I think I know: Sneasler is a fighting/poison type, and after encountering the base form, I’m relatively certain the same is true of the pre-evolution. Their abilities are yet to be determined.

Notes: I encountered two: one wasn’t an alpha and one was. Gligar was able to handle the first without issue, but struggled with the second, and I had to send Oshawott in to finish it off. They seem aggressive on the whole, and I can attest that they’re inclined to chase their targets down.

Species: Dewott

Location: n/a

What I know: Water type. It evolves from Oshawott, and into Samurott once you train it properly. With the development of a second scalchop, they put dedicated work toward developing a number of two-handed combat techniques; no two Dewott use the exact same set of forms. They’re quite serious about ensuring their tools are in peak condition, which is an admirable trait. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will keep Torrent.

Notes: This seems to confirm what Professor Laventon told me: captured Pokemon will not evolve spontaneously here in Hisui. Rather, they signal to their trainer once their needs have been met, and the trainer helps trigger evolution. Wild Pokemon still evolve without human interference, so what’s the difference? Why does this phenomenon vanish by modern day?

---

[A photograph of a snowy incline. It’s the same one from many, many texts prior. Unlike last time, the slope itself seems to be the focus, and not the absent blur of a Sneasler.]

There’s nothing stopping me from going up there again. It’s daytime, the weather is fair, and I have Pokemon and supplies this time, but I… don’t think I can do it yet.

Isn’t it enough that I’m here at all? Do I have to face the entirety of it at once?

I’m afraid of returning to that place, and I hate it.

---

A picture is taken and promptly filed under Miscellaneous.

It’s snowy.

There’s a Stantler far off in the distance.

The primary subject is a very large hole.

...there isn’t much more to say about it.

---

A video starts, aimed at a splotch of blue amongst greys and whites.

When it comes into focus, the water is vibrant, and steam visibly rolls off of it. Lickitung, a Machop, and a Buneary bask in the warmth. Most of them seem unbothered by the human nearby, though the Buneary keeps a cautious eye out.

It’s an incredibly peaceful scene, and it lingers long after the Pokemon have gotten their fill and left.

Once the hot spring has remained vacant for several minutes, a Dewott and Tangela clamber in and pick up where the others left off. Several minutes later, a Stantler warily wades in as well.

At one point, the barbed tail of a Gligar flops into frame on the snowy ground and a hand herds it back. A content chitter sounds.

Roughly half an hour in, movement flickers near the upper left hand corner, but by the time the human eye catches it, its source is nowhere to be found.

It’s some time before the recording ends, but the space is a comforting one while the viewer is allowed to occupy it.

---

The trainers you passed most recently are:

Warden Ryder

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Diamond Clan

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden to Lord Braviary (Warrgle) of the Alabaster Icelands.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: She keeps a Heracross, and a Staraptor seems to keep her.

Miss Sabi

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Diamond Clan

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Associated with Warden Ryder, but I don’t know in what capacity.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Unknown, but she claims to be psychic, which might predispose her toward psychic types.

---

Sabi woke me up this morning to inform me that I have a friend, and then walked away.

What did she mean? What am I supposed to do with this information?

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s a crisp wind blowing past the receiver and a shiver in the caller’s voice, but nothing like it once was. Pokemon chatter to one another cheerfully in the backdrop.

“My theory was correct; the Icelands are much more tolerable with company. It’s invaluable information, but it stings just as much as it helps, some days. I would never want to replace you, but there are times where I can’t help but feel like that’s exactly what I’m doing. Every new Pokemon is another species to study in depth and another set of eyes to keep us safe out here, but I can’t shake the idea that what I’m doing is building a new team.”

He speaks more softly than usual, and the reason why becomes clear as a young voice rings out, not so far away.

Even so, he drops to a whisper to add, “Is it wrong for me to get attached? Will they have to remain here when I finally come home, or can I bring them with me? What would our Pokemon think?”

Snow crunches nearby in a staggered set of four footsteps and something presses in, snuffling against the receiver.

“Yes, I-- thank you. That’s enough, please. If you want another berry, you’ll have to beg from Miss Sabi.”

There’s an emphatic, relieved breath as the Pokemon presumably removes itself from his space. The invasion does seem to have cheered him up somewhat, however. “In brighter news, Warden Ryder was able to direct me here, where I’ve been able to observe the local colony of Chansey and Blissey. She said she thought a Happiny might have hatched recently, and went to survey the area with Lord Braviary’s help. She has no reason to trouble herself on my behalf, but it’s kind of her to lend a hand. Miss Sabi has also been helping me with Stantler today. Still no word on what she meant by my ‘friend’, but I-- oh.”

The receiver picks up undefined movement and, when Ingo’s voice sounds again, it’s both perfectly audible and directed firmly away.

“Warden Ryder! Change course! Your— I don’t know the— your altitude is not enough to--!”

Somewhere above, a Staraptor shrieks, and even at a distance, a dull ‘THUD’ is audible.

A sympathetic hissing comes across, followed by footsteps running through the snow.

“Warden Ryder! Are you alright?”

Nearby, there’s a prolonged sputtering, almost a raspberry, and then a woman laughs. Whatever she says is lost in the language barrier, but her tone is jovial and just the slightest bit consoling.

“You are not hurt? But that impact was…”

Several hearty pats sound, and the woman speaks again, the only recognizable word Ingo’s name. A younger voice chimes in.

It nets a sigh, and first a response in Hisuian, then Unovan muttering. “Thank you for your help. I appreciate it, but I didn’t want anyone to injure themselves in the process.”

The two other voices focus on one another and, belatedly, Ingo says into the device, “My apologies, it seems the Happiny has been sighted. I’ll call back once things have… settled down.”

Click.

---

Three pictures are taken in relatively quick succession. They aren’t filed anywhere for some time.

In the foreground, there are the basic trappings of a campsite, while the midground focuses on a line of evergreens and several scraggly berry trees, long since been stripped of their contents. Despite that, a single ripe leppa berry nestles into the powder. There are human footsteps leading up to and away from it, leaving little wonder how it got there.

The tableau plays out for a second time seven minutes later. While the angle is slightly different, the tracks in the snow remain precisely as they were. There’s no other disturbance that might suggest a Pokemon approached from the trees, or the displacement of snow that would indicate a flying type’s presence as it beat its wings.

The berry is missing.

With a timestamp marked four minutes after the fact, the divot is filled again, this time with a cluster of pink salt.

A mystery, it seems.

---

The footage starts up in what’s clearly one of the icy tunnels running through the Alabaster Icelands. After a second to establish the shot, it pans around, revealing one key difference from the last passage the cameraman had ventured through: it culminates in a dead end.

Slowly-- almost wryly-- it angles upward, to the cloudy sky above.

This video is being shot from the bottom of a hole.

“I don’t know how I keep doing this to myself.” Ingo says, almost absently, but there’s a frustrated undercurrent, “I do my utmost to follow safety procedures, and yet here I am again: stranded in Icelands with no one around. When I first fell, it was my intention to stay put until Warden Ryder or Miss Sabi was able to locate me, but again, it seems this may be a track without an end terminal.”

Two pink ears poke in over the side of the ledge and, as slitted eyes become visible, a hand raises, waving to it.

“I’m fine. I’m going to see if this tunnel leads above ground at any point. Continue to keep an eye out, if you would.”

Gligar screeches an affirmative and catches the wind under its wings, circling over the opening in the ground. After a circuit, the camera moves to do exactly what its operator said he would.

He skirts around a large pillar and quietly explains, “As an alpha Pokemon, Gligar is incredibly large for his kind, but his species’ wings aren’t meant to create lift. If he was a Gliscor, perhaps, but as things stand, all he can do is catch a current and ride it; it would be enough to carry one of my other Pokemon out of this pit, but not a grown human.”

The narration stops so as not to wake a dozing Bergmite. He stays silent for several minutes.

Eventually, the quiet cracks with a whispered, “This place is… how do I even say this? It’s different from the tunnel leading into the Icelands, but not in a way I can quantify. Mysterious, maybe. Or oppressive.”

The path dips downward and, bit by bit, grows dimmer and dimmer. In the moment, it must be too subtle to notice, because he doesn’t comment on the change, but there comes a point where the device automatically applies a filter to combat the darkness.

“I think it may be prudent to turn around,” He admits quietly while doing no such thing, “I… don’t want to go any farther.”

He continues to move deeper into the cave.

His breathing begins to tremble.

“How did I get--? That’s not possible.” He whispers, a shiver lacing through it. “How-- how am I back here?”

The surroundings remain unchanged.

In the darkness, a pair of yellow eyes shine, fixed on the camera.

The frame shudders as fabric shifts behind it. A coat is zipped up and, while it muffles the sound of the suddenly-ragged breaths, its owner continues to shake-- even harder than before.

“I-- I can’t-- I can’t --”

He draws close enough that the camera’s filter is able to highlight a small quadrupedal body, but his attention isn’t on the camera. It doesn’t even seem to be on the cave.

“N-no, no that’s not right. He wasn’t-- he wasn’t here. I know he wasn’t here. I wouldn’t have left if he was--”

A rumbling growl builds in the darkness.

Sharp claws scratch against ice and something hurtles itself forward.

Both the camera and its owner fall back, the latter scrambling to get away.

Something tears.

For just a second, the screen is filled with yellow.

And then the camera is recording the Iceland’s dull grey sky once more.

There’s a surprised chirp from high above, and as a pink shape begins to descend, a black blotch-- indistinct in the foreground-- clutches desperately at the spot of yellow.

Several long moments pass, the only sound an uncontrollable sobbing stifled into an Abra’s body. Gligar creeps nearer and tries to mimic the embrace, wings shielding his trainer from the breeze blowing day-old snow into the air.

This goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time, the camera forgotten on the ground nearby.

Eventually, two voices ring out, and once they grow louder, a blonde woman rushes into frame. She very nearly trips over Gligar’s tail, but catches herself at the last moment and begins looking Ingo over for any sign of injury. A little green haired girl follows not long after, patting the Abra’s head as she passes it by, and then moves on to take the man’s face in her mittened hands.

In clumsy, accented Galarian she says, “You oh-kay. You friend saved you.”

The video only ends as they move toward safer territory. For a long moment, Ingo stares at the device blank-faced, and then reaches over to retrieve it. It clicks off without fanfare.

Chapter Text

If there’s any way you’re getting these messages, please, PLEASE answer me.

It doesn’t need to be much.

I just need to know that you’re alright.

---

For over twenty-four hours, the device stays in one location. No additional content is added during this timeframe, but the previous recording is played back ad nauseum, scrubbed through frame by frame. While it’s true that there are no truly new pictures added to the device, a myriad of screenshots are taken and edited.

The frame that gets the most attention is from just before the beast in the cave pounced. This image has been cropped, its values altered and contrast turned up to an almost unrecognizable extent. The pair of yellow eyes across the cave have been reduced to pupil-less splotches of light against black, and a thick red outline rims the subtle distinction between the Pokemon’s body and the encompassing darkness. It’s quadrupedal and very low to the ground.

It’s not alone.

A greater threat had loomed, invisible to the human eye or the camera’s filter. Now it’s highlighted with red.

Offset from the first, but unmistakably positioned between the smaller Pokemon and the human drawn into the den, there’s a second figure. There are no eyes to mark its location, and the difference in the black that cloaks it is minute. The person who highlighted it had to have scoured the image bit by bit to even pick up on the distinction.

It’s bipedal, but that and a very basic body shape are all that can be inferred from this image. Any defining features are lost in the indistinct mass of its upper body.

One thing can be said for certain: it’s frozen as it attacks.

---

Species: Zorua & Zoroark

Location: Subterranean cave system, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: The species native to Unova are dark types, and evolve with training. Their signature ability is Illusion, allowing them to disguise themselves as other Pokemon or even people. They’re tricksters, but no worse.

What I think I know: Lady Irida patiently explained to me that these Pokemon are collectively known as The Baneful Fox, and use their Illusion to pry into the minds of humans, leaving them vulnerable to attack. She was unable to offer insight into their typing.

Notes: There’s a hole in the snow northwest of Avalugg’s Legacy. Be careful when traversing the area, and if you’re unfortunate enough to fall in, wait at the opening. Do not proceed farther in. It leads to a Zoroark’s den.

Species: Skuntank

Location: South of the Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands.

What I know: Poison/dark type. It evolves from Stunky once trained to a certain threshold. Its most common abilities are Stench and Aftermath.

Notes: Aggressive. Will pursue a human if noticed, but not outside of its territory.

Species: Rhyhorn (Alpha)

Location: South of the Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Ground/rock type. When trained, evolves into Rhydon, and then Rhyperior once exposed to a Protector. Its most common abilities are Lightning Rod and Rock Head.

Notes: None. I avoided it, but can only assume it would attempt to attack me.

Species: Onix

Location: Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Ground/rock type. Evolves into Steelix when traded with a Metal Coat. Its most common abilities are Rock Head and Sturdy.

Notes: Aggressive. Pursued me to the end of its territory.

Species: Steelix (Alpha)

Location: Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Steel/ground type. Evolutionary and ability details noted above. Capable of Mega Evolution.

Notes: None. Did not engage.

Species: Chimecho

Location: Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Psychic type. Evolves from Chingling at night if it’s bonded to its trainer. Its only ability is Levitate.

Notes: None. I noticed it while being pursued by an Onix.

Species: Rhydon

Location: Celestica Trail, Coronet Highlands

What I know: See Rhyhorn for details.

Notes: None.

---

It takes less than a second for the camera to automatically adjust to the darkness once it turns on.

The surroundings are vaguely familiar; not something that’s been filmed extensively, but certainly in line with a number of existing photographs. Up above, Gligar scans the landscape, and on the ground, a number of red eyes peer curiously from the edges of the high stone walls-- not alpha red, but naturally so. A distant, sleep-addled clanging makes it clear, in spite of their shadowed forms, that these are Bronzor.

For a minute, the camera pans around, scouring the cliffs above, but its operator doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for. He looks back to the Bronzor, but none of them seem inclined to get up so late at night. A glance down confirms that Dewott is standing at its trainer’s side, a hand already resting on one of its scalchops.

“Okay.” He says quietly, “I think we can handle them if need be.”

The water type gives a tight nod, and braces itself as its human draws a deep breath.

"Ohnyula?” He bellows, resuming his search of the peaks, “Lady Sneasler, are you there? I’m sorry for the imposition, but I have an urgent question only you can answer!”

There’s a metallic groan from behind, and the cameraman snaps to it, his breathing tight and anticipatory, but controlled. A pair of glowing red eyes creak open and fixate on him.

“I had wondered where you went.” Ingo says at a volume that the Bronzong can’t possibly hear. A glance up confirms that Gligar is still within range, and while he whispers, “I certainly hope you don’t have Levitate,” it’s Dewott who steps up to the plate first.

Dewott dips and weaves through psychic attacks in a well-practiced Swords Dance and manages to fire off one solid Water Pulse, then a second that doesn’t connect quite right as Hypnosis lands, turning the otter’s aim fuzzy. It’s hastily called back, Tangela taking its place long enough to spread Stun Spore across the active battleground. Her other moves are largely ineffective and so, after enduring a Hex, she’s also recalled shortly thereafter.

Overhead, Gligar continues to circle, staying put until he’s called. That time hasn’t come yet.

“Agile Psyshield Bash, Stantler! Follow it immediately with Bulldoze!”

It’s only due to Bronzong’s paralysis that they get the first move, and through the usage of the defense-boosting Psyshield Bash and Bulldoze’s speed-inhibiting effects, Stantler sneaks in another couple of rounds before its knees begin to wobble. In its place, Gligar finally swoops down.

Two brutal Mud Bombs in a row ensure that, in those instances Bronzong is able to overcome Stun Spore, its aim is too unreliable for any attack to connect. A third instance, preformed in the strong style, finally sends it down for the count.

The Bronzor lining the ring shiver musically as their alpha is knocked out, nerves audibly eating at them.

A hand raises in front of a frame that went crooked mid-battle and has yet to be adjusted. “It’s alright. We aren’t here to drive you out; we’re only in search of this territory’s Noble Pokemon. Do you know where to find her?”

Unblinking, the Bronzor continue to stare at him.

Or… past him.

Belatedly, he turns, and sure enough, there’s Lady Sneasler: crouched on all fours at the edge of the next cliff up.

“Oh.” He says mildly, and stuffs the device into a pocket, still recording. A pokeball activates, withdrawing its occupant.

There’s a soft impact as, presumably, Sneasler lands a short distance away.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you so late into the night,” Ingo says, “And that I have to ask for you aid again, but you’re the only one who might be able to answer a very important question.”

There’s a curious rolling trill.

“However it was you were able to find me in the snowstorm… there wasn’t anyone else, was there? I was alone?”

The answer isn’t audible, because the next thing that comes across is:

“Thank goodness,” Followed by a shaky, relieved breath. There’s a mild, keening note in it as he repeats, “Thank goodness.”

A worried mewl sounds.

“It’s okay, I’m alright now.” Ingo manages in between heavy breaths. “Thank you for humoring me again, and for everything you’ve done. I’ll leave you to what remains of the night.”

Sneasler growls low in her throat, and though the camera doesn’t capture the scene, what happens next is easily recognizable: she hoists the man up and throws him over a shoulder. The sounds are identical to the last time this had happened, with the omission of the feline snickering.

Eventually, he’s deposited back in the echoing cave, atop something that crinkles with the contact.

“You don’t have to--”

“Sn, sn, Er-lea.”

Something flops over, causing a new round of crinkling, and within minutes, a roaring purr begins.

---

Species: Gible & Gabite (Alpha)

Location: Clamberclaw Cliffs, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Dragon/ground types. Gible will evolve into Gabite and then Garchomp with dedicated training. Their typing makes them particularly susceptible to ice and the cold, so they den in caverns that warm them with geothermal heat. As per the name, both use their mouths to attack, but Gabite refines the sometimes clumsy nature of its pre-evolution into something more effective. These Pokemon covet any shiny treasures they happen to dig up. Generally speaking, they’ll have the ability Sand Veil.

Notes: Both were aggressive, but being that I was making a commute with Lady Sneasler, the former retreated without complaint. The latter had to be fought back in something akin to a multi battle. It was… nice to have a partner again, if only on a short term basis.

Species: Gliscor (Alpha)

Location: Clamberclaw Cliffs, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Ground/flying type. They evolve from Gligar when exposed to a Razor Fang after sunset. Their most common abilities are Hyper Cutter and Sand Veil. They have a prodigious talent for maneuvering silently through the air, and can stay airborne almost indefinitely with the right air currents, making them incredibly effective aerial hunters. Schoolyard wisdom states that they’re sanguivores, but I’m relatively certain they’ll accept solid foods as well; I’ve seen experienced trainers feed their Gliscor berries and other treats.

Notes: This particular Gliscor seems to have an entourage of Gligar accompanying it; I’m unsure if this is as unusual as it seems, but it bears mention. I can’t speak to its behavior, as I only observed it from the cliff above. That having been said, it’s an alpha Pokemon, and we can make certain assumptions.

Species: Sudowoodo

Location: Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Rock type. They evolve from Bonsly upon learning the move Mimic. Generally speaking, their ability will be either Sturdy or Rock Head. From a distance, an inattentive trainer may fall for its ruse of being an unremarkable tree, but up close, the facade begins to fall apart. They hate water so much that they’ll flee at the first signs of rain, which makes the species-wide tendency toward camouflage quite clever from a Pokemon’s perspective. Unfortunately, while other Pokemon would be disinclined to use a water type move on what seems to be a grass type, many a human has taken this as the Sudowoodo looking for a drink.

Notes: From a distance, it behaved as any other Pokemon, wandering around and going about its day. When it noticed I was looking at it, however, it assumed a very specific stance, perhaps hoping to fool me into believing it nothing more than a bit of plantlife. When approached, it stayed still, and wouldn’t allow itself to be tempted by the oran berry I offered.

Species: Nosepass

Location: Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Rock type. They evolve into Probopass within specific electromagnetic fields, and it’s said that Mount Coronet is one such place. Some people claim that a Thunder Stone works just as well. This Pokemon’s magnetic nose means that, when idle, it will always find itself facing to the north. Early documentation suggested that these Pokemon were completely stationary, but they’re just slow and disinclined to move without reason. Its usual abilities are Sturdy or Magnet Pull.

Notes: Every specimen I encountered was, in fact, facing the same direction: true north. Several noticed as we passed through the ruins, but none bothered to approach. I suppose they had more important business to attend to.

Species: Luxray (Alpha)

Location: Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Electric type. With training, Luxray evolves from Luxio. As is true of their pre-evolved form, their abilities are usually Rivalry or Intimidate. Male Luxray will generally have a longer mane than their female counterparts, though exceptions have been noted. These Pokemon have incredibly keen eyesight, keeping it on top of nearby threats and the location of their young. While the claim that they can see through solid objects may not be factually true, they’ve been known to track prey with walls in the way, perhaps suggesting that their other senses are just as sharp.

Notes: The alpha Luxray is female and has a rivalry, if not Rivalry. She and Sneasler seem to have a history with one another, and certainly not a positive one, because they almost immediately clashed on sight. This marks the first time an alpha Pokemon has seen me and decided to attack a different target. I believe this outlier should be disregarded.

Species: Voltorb (Hisuian)

Location: Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Electric type. It’s different from the Voltorb I know, but the electric attacks are familiar, at least. Modern Voltorb evolve with the usage of a thunder stone and are genderless; I can’t imagine that second point has changed.

What I think I know: Almost certainly not a pure electric type Pokemon, but I only observed electric and normal type attacks. I’m unable to say whether it also evolves into Electrode or, like the Sneasel here, has a different evolutionary path entirely. Its abilities are unknown at this point.

Notes: It’s strange; Voltorb are said to intentionally mimic pokeballs, and that remains true of the few I passed here, but Professor Laventon once mentioned to me that the pokeball was only recently introduced to Hisui. It seems clear that they’re mimicking the apricorn-and-tumblestone pokeballs available rather than the mass produced ones back home, but then… how long have there been Voltorb in Hisui? Did they look different before people started crafting pokeballs? And to mimic them so far out in the wild when the clans forbid such devices...

Update: Hisuian Voltorb still evolve into a variant of Electrode.

Species: Electrode (Hisuian) (Noble Pokemon)

Location: Moonview Arena, Coronet Highlands

What I know: Electric type. It’s safe to say that it evolves from Voltorb, though whether it’s also via thunder stone can’t be confirmed yet. Similarly, I have no idea what abilities it might have.

What I think I know: Again, I doubt it’s solely electric type, but as it was kind enough not to attack me, I don’t have any solid guess at this time. I suppose one could read into the construction of the pokeballs they mimic?

Notes: Sneasler ushered us out of the arena before long. Her reasons for doing so are unknown, but I had long enough to meet her fellow Highlands Noble. I’m unsure whether it might be considered Lord, Lady or something else entirely, and will have to ask for that as well as its Hisuian title when I’m able to meet its warden; if the pattern holds, they should be from the Diamond Clan. As I write this, I’m only just realizing what seemed so strange about this specimen: modern Electrode use their smiles as a threat display, but this one only frowned, even before we proved non-hostile. I wonder if it’s universal, or if this one faces a similar difficulty to my own.

---

A series of new pictures is taken, starting with a look down a mountainous incline, uneven ground poking up through the somewhat-sparse grass. It’s dotted with the occasional tree-- coniferous or oran-- and in the distance, the dot of a Misdreavus can be picked out from the grey stone walls keeping this area contained. The backdrop consists of more misty peaks far off in the distance.

The second photograph is slightly blurry, perhaps taken in haste. It features a series of white pillars lining a plaza with broken stone tiles scattering its grounds. This image is most notable for the fact that Sneasler is taking up a good third of the frame to the right, tugging a free hand forward as she ushers the photographer on. She’s looking backwards, and while it’s not fear in her eyes, she seems perturbed by something behind them.

Next is a similar ruin to those pillars seen prior. The details are more distinct, and this picture wasn’t rushed. In addition to series of crumbling supports, there are several partial walls, worn-down stairs and recognizable boundaries where full structures once existed. This area is teeming with Pokemon: Gligar, Graveler, Nosepass, and a Sudowoodo posing unnaturally off to one side, aware that it’s been noticed.

Two specific structures stick out amongst the rubble, untouched by disaster and then time. These are what the next two images focus on.

Both are statues of Pokemon, one quadrupedal with a strong stance and forward lunge, roaring into the sky. Its tail fans out in a series of blades behind it, and a grand, zigzagging crest marks its head. The second stands on two legs, its armored forearms and shoulders lending it a sturdy air; two fin-like wings sweep back from the gentle curve of its neck. As with the first, it has a crest along its face, protruding inward like tusks, and it too has been depicted mid-roar. These statues lay on separate plinths, facing one another as if in conflict, their bases decorated with a triangle motif.

All of these photos are interspersed with unrelated pictures of Pokemon, but are relevant for the shift that accompanies them. Once the day’s work has been done, a new folder is added, labeled Hisui, and these are the first files sorted into it.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s a very subtle shift to the atmosphere as the null connection is made: the difference between still and fresh air. There’s also the somewhat less subtle roar of water in stereo.

Four hooves clop alongside the caller, keeping an easy pace.

Likewise, the first words spoken are an unhurried, “We’re only just departing from the Highlands. Unfortunately, we faced several delays this morning, but I’m not too worried; even if it’s dark by the time we arrive at the Mirelands, we’ll be able to fend off the Gastly without much issue. Stantler has really gotten the hang of Psyshield Bash, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Tangela asks to evolve soon. Progress is slow, but we’re running toward our next destination.”

Both human footsteps and hooves become louder as the terrain changes to stone. The sounds of water continue, but not so intense as they were a moment prior.

“My concern never actually came to pass; Miss Sadorn didn’t catch me and assume the worst.” He says, though there’s a hint of disquiet to it, “As a matter of fact, in all the time I spent here, I never saw any indication that she stays in her noble’s territory. I recognize that she’s still in training, but wouldn’t living near Sneasler help them to work together? I don’t want to criticize, but it seems like something of a missed opportunity. Ah. Just a moment, if you would; I didn’t realize there were Luxray here. The last time I passed through, I took an-- ahem-- alternate route.”

The one-sided conversation breaks for a prompt, audio-only battle, in which the proven combination of agile Psyshield Bash and Bulldoze features heavily. Once the Luxray have been dealt with, they continue on.

As though no time has passed, he picks right back up, “Should I try to bring the matter up with her? Sneasler’s a wonderful Pokemon, and seeing one another on a daily basis would surely help mend the disconnect between them. It’s just that… I would rather not risk upsetting her any more than I have, and it seems likely that any input on my part would only make matters worse.”

A loud buzzing starts up at one point, but Ingo simply talks over it until it fades into the background.

“With any luck this will give the both of us some room to operate within. I just hope Warden Ryder isn’t made aware that I took an extra stop before the Mirelands.” There’s a small break in the flow of it as he laughs to himself, “I was trying to figure out a way to thank her for the help. A helmet, perhaps? What do you think?”

The amusement audibly wears down into a sigh.

“I should let Stantler focus. If I’m correct in assuming that he needs to utilize his latent psychic abilities in order to evolve, it doesn’t do any good to distract him. I’ll call to let you know we’ve arrived safely at the settlement. Love you.”

---

The device arrives in the Diamond Settlement early in the night. Later, come morning, two apps see a flurry of activity. First is the map, and the upper half of the Crimson Mirelands is immediately decorated in dozens of notes. Second is the photo directory, specifically the folder dedicated to Pokemon.

These apps are both opened and closed in order. The location data attached to the photographs inexorably matches up with the points of interest being marked-- not on a 1:1 basis, but always within a certain radius.

Coincidentally, the device can be located at each one of these flags at least once over the following weeks.

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This is going to sound incredibly pathetic, but I think I was beginning to forget how nice a proper meal really is. I’ve been making it work with whatever I have on hand, or what I can afford from the village when I stop in, but it’s not the same.

It’s not the quality of the food, but the companionship, or lack thereof.

I sincerely hope you don’t have any frame of reference for what I’m talking about.

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[A photograph of two statues atop a wooden structure. They’re identical to the ones seen in Kleavor and Sneasler’s arenas. Despite sharing a handful of similarities, the two statues are undeniably meant to depict different Pokemon.]

Is it possible that the crest I mistook for a fin is actually a candle? Its eyes are visible and the anatomy is, admittedly, quite different, but I suppose you could argue that this is a Greavard.

I’ve seen no sign of any such Pokemon here, but having recorded so many species that aren’t considered native to modern-day Sinnoh, it can’t be ruled out entirely.

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Species: Murkrow & Honchkrow (Alpha)

Location: Cloudpool Ridge, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Dark/flying types. Murkrow will evolve into Honchkrow when exposed to a dusk stone. Their most common abilities are Insomnia or Super Luck. Honchkrow have been observed to keep a flock of Murkrow with them, or otherwise be able to call them to itself. As Murkrow are said to be omens of misfortune, it’s no wonder these groups are colloquially known as “murders”.

Notes: Honchkrow was aggressive, of course, and the Murkrow followed suit. Interestingly, when several of their number had been defeated, their behavior changed and they fled instead.

Update: It seems their territory overlaps with that of the Roselia and alpha Roserade. As one set is nocturnal and the other diurnal, they seem to have reached some sort of equilibrium. That’s nice to see.

Species: Lickitung & Lickilicky (Alpha)

Location: Shrouded Ruins, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Normal types. Lickitung will evolve into Lickilicky upon learning the move Rollout. Their most common abilities are Own Tempo and Oblivious. Their most notable trait is the prehensile tongue that they can extend well past their own body. Like Haunter, their saliva is known to cause paralysis.

Notes: I hadn’t thought much of it until just now, but this isn’t the first time I’ve seen an alpha travel with a pack of its pre-evolved form. It was to be expected while observing the murder of Murkrow, but Lickitung aren’t known to be terribly social creatures. Quite the opposite, in fact, when one factors in food scarcity. Is it simply that the weaker Pokemon feel safer with their more powerful kin, or is something else at play?

Species: Ralts

Location: Shrouded Ruins, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Psychic/fairy type. With training, it evolves into Kirlia. Female Kirlia can only evolve into Gardevoir, which requires dedicated training. Male Kirlia can evolve into Gardevoir or, alternatively, Gallade through exposure to a dawn stone. It’s known as the Feeling Pokemon, and is very sensitive to human emotion, oftentimes reflecting what its trainer feels. If it encounters a human in a foul mood, it’s likely to hide itself away until the tension has dissipated or that person has left the area. Their ability will usually be either Synchronize or Trace.

Notes: They startle incredibly easily. If approached, they’ll flee rather than fight, and if they truly feel threatened, remove themselves from the situation by way of Teleport.

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An observer could watch an entire night play out across the photographs taken in the Shrouded Ruins.

Taken after dark, stars obscured by a wall of clouds, the environment is barren. Where there is grass underfoot, it’s dry and yellowing, patchy at best; trees dot the area, but they’re brittle and bare. At this angle, the most notable detail is the towers littering this space: made of dark stone, none of them are naturally occurring. They’re flat rocks stacked one on top of the other, balanced just-so to create a free-standing structure that’s stood the test of time.

There are dozens of these free form statues, and no indication what they’re for or how they came to be.

Farther back, distant but still instantly recognizable, is the same pale stonework observed in the Coronet Highlands. This is what the next image focuses on.

It’s taken at the base of a ruined stone staircase. At one time, pillars lined the walk up on either side, but only a handful remain. While the remaining masonry here is similar to what was seen prior, the structure itself is quite different: it was once a large, cohesive building as evidenced by the remnants of the support beams, since worn down into ragged arches.

Third is taken at the top of the stairs, showcasing just how large it used to be. Front and center is a tablet with some manner of inscription on it, but the details are too far away to make out. Several Ralts can be seen in the background; one is milling about, but the others are sleeping, and for good reason. Beneath the cloud cover, the sky is only just beginning to lighten.

It’s followed shortly by closer look at the tablet. There aren’t any Unown this time, but coincidentally, the markings do seem to depict Pokemon. One in particular has the cameraman’s attention, and a hand is laid next to it, drawing the eye. It’s rendered in yellow and is haloed by a grey square.

Second to last seems almost disconnected from the rest. Beyond it, blotches of color are visible in the growing light: green and yellow-leafed trees and the glint of water. The camera wants to focus on the landscape, and it actually takes several shots before it cooperates to capture the comparatively drab subject. The bell-shaped stone is a dull grey-- though even that much is difficult to make out beneath the layers of moss and lichens that entomb it-- but its most notable feature by far is the massive crack running through. Even viewing this image several layers removed from the actual artifact, there’s something ominous about it.

The last picture has been taken just as day breaks, overlooking the same trees from before, but this time centered on a beautiful, circular body of water that spills out into a waterfall on its far side. At its heart lies a small island. This area has been photographed before-- several days prior-- but between the angle and the time of day, this picture feels like a special sight.

Compared to what came before, it’s a nice note to end on.

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It’s a bright day when the recording starts, angled at a small shore. Some sort of water type flits about in the distance, dipping beneath the waves only to surface a short while later, but its presence is incidental.

The focus is on a happily-writhing bunch of vines, her feet tapping in anticipation. For a brief while, the screen goes dark and a fumbling is heard. The dark spot steps away once the device has been propped up, maintaining its angle without human interference.

Ingo backs off and gives Tangela a thorough rustling, and then his attention strays. He doesn’t smile, but his voice is cheerful as he speaks. Its meaning, however, is almost entirely lost as he stumbles through broken-- if consistent-- Hisuian. A higher voice meets him and, as she steps into view, Sabi swings her shoulders to and fro. Her words must not be what Ingo expected, because he pauses and tilts his head.

Someone else calls from off-screen, and he straightens up abruptly, and then leans forward in a hasty bow. The person scoffs and, after a moment, the man from the search party becomes visible. They speak for several minutes, Tangela’s vines slowly coiling up her trainer’s arms bit by bit, until the man in the blue coat takes notice and laughs.

That seems to set the lot of them on course. The two members of the Diamond Clan back out of frame and, gently, Ingo unravels the vines begging for his attention.

“You’re ready?” He asks in Unovan, and a full-frame shiver runs through Tangela.

Her body, enveloped in the white light of evolution, begins to swell. It isn’t an overly remarkable change as she shifts from the rounded coils of a Tangela to the larger mound of vines that characterizes a Tangrowth, but it’s an important moment nonetheless, and as her form settles, she’s treated to an enthusiastic round of applause from her trainer.

“Bravo!” He tells her, and it’s followed by a whimsical giggle as Sabi echoes it.

The man who’d decided to join says something, and Ingo turns to answer him. As soon as his back is turned, Tangrowth begins wading into the lake, eyes set on the fish in the distance.

The uncertain, “Uh, Ingo?” that follows transcends the language barrier. Obligingly, he goes to look. It’s another second before what he’s seeing clicks.

Tangrowth is hurriedly recalled, but the water makes it up to her eyes first.

With an exasperated sigh, Ingo pockets her pokeball and moves to do the same with his recording device. The last thing it picks up is the sky overhead and renewed conversation.

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The trainers you passed most recently are:

Warden Iscan

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Diamond Clan

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden to Lord Basculegion (Idaitou) of the Cobalt Coastlands (Gunjo no Kaigan)

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Unknown. Not ghost types.

Warden Mai

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Diamond Clan

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden to Lord Wyrdeer (Ayashishi) of the Obsidian Fieldlands (Kokugou no Genya)

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: She has a Munchlax. It’s very sweet and, as the species tends to be, very hungry.

Warden Melli

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: The Diamond Clan

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Warden to Lord Electrode (Marumine) of the Coronet Highlands (Tengan no Sanroku)

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: I believe I saw a Stunky with him, but I was somewhat distracted at the time.

Custom Survey Question: If I were my brother, how would I deal with this man?

Answer: I immediately regret making this joke, even if only to myself, both due to the fact that the device won’t let me delete the field, and also because I already knew the answer. Tempting, but I don’t have a Pokemon with String Shot.

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Ryder’s Request: Warden Ryder has asked that you catalog a number of Pokemon native to the Diamond Clan’s territory in the Crimson Mirelands. It’s clear she’s doing this to keep you out of trouble in the Alabaster Icelands, but why not? Find and document a Roselia, Ralts, Combee and Burmy. COMPLETE

Watering with Care: An individual named Odo is worried about a Sudowoodo that seems to be under the weather. He wants your advice on what to do. COMPLETE

The Headache-Stricken Psyduck: Martha of the Diamond Clan lives with Psyduck and wants you to find some medicine that might help alleviate the headaches they chronically suffer from. COMPLETE

Combee Sweet: A clan member called Hedi is looking to acquire Combee’s wax to help waterproof the settlement’s new tents. She needs help collecting it from the local colony. COMPLETE

The Nobles’ Hands: The Diamond Clan’s Wardens meeting in one place is an incredible opportunity to ask about their Nobles. Seek further insights into Lords Wyrdeer, Basculegion and Electrode.

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Species: Basculegion (Diamond Clan Noble)

Location: n/a

What I know: Water/ghost type. Evolves from Basculin, but when I asked Iscan to clarify how, I simply couldn’t understand the finer details of what he said. Abilities are yet unknown. Male and female Basculegion are different colors, but their stats are also affected. The specifics of how, exactly, were also lost in the language barrier.

Notes: Both Iscan and Lord Basculegion were kind enough to help me across the river to survey the island in the southern Mirelands, and from what I understand, this is quite similar to one of their duties in the Cobalt Coastlands. I’ve… never actually ridden a water type Pokemon, so this will be a learning experience for me.

Species: Petilil

Location: Holm of Trials, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Grass type. The Unovan variant evolves into Lilligant when exposed to a sun stone, and their most common abilities are Chlorophyll and Own Tempo. These Pokemon are always female. Since Petilil are quite picky about their soil, anywhere they congregate will be well suited to growing plants. The leaves on their head shed and regrow quickly, and are refreshingly bitter; in Unova, these leaves are often dried and blended into a medicinal tea used to treat fatigue. I was previously unaware that they were also native to Sinnoh.

Notes: After being alerted to Lady Lilligant’s presence in Hisui, I wasn’t entirely surprised to find Petilil here in the Crimson Mirelands. As a matter of fact, I had thought I’d seen one while passing on the other side of the river, but couldn’t be sure as they’re rather reclusive and like to hide in the tall grass. It seems that much doesn’t ever change.

Species: Goomy & Sliggoo (Alpha)

Location: Holm of Trials, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Dragon type. Goomy evolves into Sliggoo with training, which then evolves into Goodra during precipitation. Goomy is, rather unkindly, said to be the weakest dragon type Pokemon, in spite of empirical evidence to the contrary. It’s imperative that this Pokemon remain moisturized, otherwise it will be unable to breathe. Its layer of dermatological slime helps keeps it damp and acts as a defense mechanism, allowing attacks to slide right off of it. Abilities are usually Sap Sipper or Hydration. I’m unsure how much of this remains consistent in the Hisuian variety of Sliggoo.

Notes: Modern Sliggoo have a small, vestigial shell on their backs which they use to protect their vital organs, but the alpha I watched possessed a much larger, sturdier shell. It was able to fit the entirety of its body inside; once withdrawn, it was able to roll around at high speeds. The alpha goes without saying, but the Goomy were also aggressive, using Water Pulse to attack when unable to keep up. I’m unsure whether they would behave like this if they hadn’t been part of a pack.

Species: Torterra (Alpha)

Location: Holm of Trials, Crimson Mirelands

What I know: Grass/ground type. Its base form is Turtwig, which evolves into Grotle and then Torterra with training. Some cultures share tales wherein the world exists on the back of a massive Torterra, and it’s easy to see where that imagery may have originated. It’s not uncommon for small flying type Pokemon to roost in the branches of their trees, or even attempt to build nests there. These Pokemon tend to be quite patient with younger Pokemon, and will even encourage them to ride around on their backs. Unless it has a hidden ability, it will have Overgrow. The males of the species are far more common than the females.

Notes: I’m not sure if it actually is surprising to see a Torterra here, but I am surprised to see one, if that makes any sense. So-called ‘starter’ Pokemon are uncommon to begin with, and oftentimes bred in captivity rather than captured from their habitats; to see a wild Torterra like this is actually breathtaking.

Species: Kadabra

Location: n/a

What I know: Psychic type. They evolve from Abra with enough training, and then into Alakazam if traded to another trainer. There’s a great deal of misinformation surrounding Kadabra as a species, the most famous of which is the cautionary tale of a boy who supposedly turned into a Kadabra. Unsubstantiated claims aside, these Pokemon have incredibly potent psychic abilities, but need to use the spoon they carry as a mental focus to use them to their fullest. They’ve been known to cause minor mischief without provocation, like causing clocks to turn backwards or making screens play static… neither of which are observations that will mean much here. Their most common abilities are Synchronize and Inner Focus. Upon evolving, they will innately begin to learn moves, unlike the base form, which can only learn Teleport unless tutored.

Notes: The Croagunk and Toxacroak in the Holm of Trials are unrelenting, but served as a wonderful opportunity to work with Kadabra, ne Abra. I’m glad to see him evolve this far, even if we’re unable to take him to his next state. Perhaps that will change if he comes with me.

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It’s possible that I misunderstood Adaman when we spoke this morning, but I think he said that the Diamond Clan would gladly take me if the Pearls couldn’t appreciate my commitment to staying timely.

I recognize that it was a comment made halfway in jest, and I certainly appreciate the sentiment, but I won’t be here long enough to be worth their trouble. It’s not even as though the Pearl Clan wanted to be rid of me; only that my presence was distracting one of their sacred Pokemon. I voluntarily put space between myself and Sneasler because I won’t remain in Hisui indefinitely.

It wasn’t what I was meant to take away from it, but our conversation made me realize that, once I’m back home, all of these people will be long gone.

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When the camera starts up, the night vision filter immediately snaps on, and is manually turned off a moment later as the frame is angled toward a brightly-lit work station. While it’s dim where the cameraman stands, a lantern shines over a well-loved cutting board laden with various plants.

The hands that prepare the vegetation are relatively small and weathered, but absolutely unhesitating in their work, reaching for leeks to strip and chop without a hitch in their flow. The two people speak over this process, and while a new viewer would be utterly lost, one who’d taken the time to follow the device’s owner as he stumbled through the process of learning Hisuian might be able to follow in some parts.

“Make sure you wash them after they’re sliced. The dirt gets between the layers and won’t do a wound any good.” Says the woman chopping one such vegetable down its length. Once it’s split into four wedges, she begins slicing it finely in the opposite direction. “It takes practice to cut them this thin without scoring yourself, as well. Don’t rush, else you’ll need to use the final product on yourself instead of your Pokemon.”

The cameraman chuckles and in low, halting Hisuian says, “No need to worry; I will take my time," It’s followed by a more familiar, “Safety first.”

She hums, but offers no further comment where the leeks are concerned. She glosses over the process of disassembling an oran berry and rendering its juices free of seeds and pulp; it seems they’ve already covered this much. When she reaches a bundle of flowers, she slows again and meaningfully holds it up for him, emphasizing certain words and not proceeding until he echoes them back to her.

“Pep up-- ‘pep up’, have you got that? Good. Pep up are more potent than you would assume. The flowers can be dried, but the pods should be rendered fresh and their sap collected for later use. Cut like this,” She says, and demonstrates on the thick pod under her hands, “And let it soak in boiled water. Let me emphasize that once more: water which has been boiled. Not fresh water. Not currently boiling water. If you have no other choice but to use dried pods, make a similar cut and then give them the night to steep, and if you absolutely have to, you can crush the flowers and use them for an inferior product.”

The pod is promptly deposited in a waiting bowl and the rest of the plant set to the side off screen; without being asked, the cameraman hands her something yellow and pale blue.

“Good.” She says, and immediately starts stripping it of its prickly leaves, “You’ve picked a mature one. In younger plants, you’ll also use the choke, but it’s too fibrous in this. We want the heart.”

Without fanfare, she angles her knife to cut along the base, and when she’s separated it from the leaves, holds the remaining plant up to demonstrate. The knife taps at the fuzzy layer covering it.

“This is the choke. It’s of no use to us like this. Cut it away.” And she moves back to do exactly that. Once she’s rid of it, she turns the plant over and cuts off the stem she’d been using as a handhold. The final product is a flat, circular piece of vegetation with pale flesh. As with the leek, she quarters and then slices it into nearly-sheer pieces. Once empty-handed, she reaches for an herb.

“This is king’s leaf. No-- say it back to me so I know you understand. King's leaf. If you’re using dried leaves, grind it with a mortar and pestle. Otherwise, fold the leaves like this and slice them into ribbons.” It’s followed with a demonstration as she plucks deep-gold leaves from a stem, stacks them atop one another and then rolls them together, rocking the knife back and forth to create even slivers of the herb. These are then set aside to tackle an oblong yellow berry.

The process of refining the sitrus is near identical to the oran, and her hands work on a practiced autopilot.

As she’s finished separating it from its pith, she sighs and says, “You passed through Coronet on your way here.”

“It is on the way, yes.” Says the man behind the camera, a note of guilt buried in his voice.

“I imagine Ohnyula found you, then. Was Sadorn there as well?”

There’s a hesitation. “No, she was not.”

“She said she would be.” Says the woman, who then goes silent.

“Has… has she vanished as well?” The man asks, “Kandrake still has not been found…”

“I’m aware.” Comes the response, an even statement of fact without any heat.

“Warden… Melli is the only warden on the mountain? It cannot be possible for one man to search all of it. I could help; Gligar can see from above, and Kadabra might be able to find her um… how do I say…? Ah. Because it’s a psychic type.”

“No. It’s my belief that she left of her own free will. Gachiguma followed her path from the Icelands due south, toward the village. There was no indication that she ever arrived in the Highlands; I was just curious if you had seen otherwise.”

“She left?” The man echoes softly.

“Ohnyula has been no more responsive than before, even without you there to distract her. I suspect Sadorn gave up.”

There’s a short silence as deft hands slice the fruit, wrap it a loose cloth, and wring it free of its juices.

“That is terrible. I am very sorry.”

The woman snorts and then reaches for the second cloth, clean, but with stains set in from this precise task. She uses it to strain any remaining matter out of the sitrus juice, and then dumps the king’s leaf ribbons into the clear liquid.

“Don’t be. You already have Ohnyula’s favor; if you’re not careful, you’ll reap the consequences of Sadorn’s actions.”

A quiet Unovan “What?” sounds, but the woman doesn’t respond to it. She reaches for the initial mixture of leeks and oran juice, and then pulls the pep up sap closer as well.

“Now watch carefully. If you add these ingredients out of order, the entire brew will be ruined. You can stop after any one of these steps and have a usable product, but it’s at its most potent in this form.”

While the air of confusion lingers, the focus shifts toward the process of mixing the potion: first the pep up sap, then the vivichoke slices, then the sitrus-king’s leaf solution.

“Like this, it can be used immediately or kept in reserve. If you’re not planning to use it at once, I recommend letting it sit for an afternoon and then straining it once more; less solid matter means less chance at inviting rot.”

“I see. Thank you very much, Warden Calaba. This is important information.”

The woman makes a huffing sound, but there’s a laugh underneath it, “I know. Would you like to hear what else I find important?”

There’s a curious hum.

“Knowing that this lesson might keep you out of my tent for four consecutive nights. Take this one and go practice; I don’t want to find you with an infection because you forgot to rinse the leeks.”

Behind the camera, the man sputters and clicks it off before he can suffer any greater indignity.

---

That same evening, a picture is added to Miscellaneous. It’s of a piece of paper covered in written instructions for a number of potions.

There are four sections: one for the basic oran and leek potion, another for how to add pep up sap, another for rendering the vivichoke usable, and then the process of slicing king’s leaf and adding it to sitrus juice. None of this is terribly interesting, and is only remarkable for the fact that it’s been written twice over.

First, the instructions are spelled out in plain Unovan, and below each step it’s rendered again in Hisuian. The second set is full of corrections and wobbly characters, but it’s clear to see that an honest effort is being made.

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The Charm Lost in the Swamp: Yojiro wants you to find his charm that he lost while being chased by an alpha Hippowdon. COMPLETE

Orans, Pep Up and Sitrus Make…: The last portion of the Mirelands to comb lays on the other side of the river. Accessing this area means you’ll have to approach from Lake Valor to the north, and that help will be in short supply. You should prepare for the trip by learning how to make topical healing potions. COMPLETE

At the Heart of Valor: You’ve recorded a conspicuous cavern in the very center of Lake Valor. It’s inaccessible by land, so if you want to investigate, you’re going to need to befriend a water type alpha Pokemon.

Diamond in a Rough Spot: A Diamond Clan woman called Kandrake and Lady Sneasler’s ex-warden-in-training Sadorn have both vanished, unable to be tracked down even by Lord Ursaluna. Could these disappearances be connected?

Chapter Text

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first thing that comes across is the rustling of grass, and beneath it, slightly sodden footsteps.

“I hadn't intended to call back so soon, but I encountered Mr. Volo again as I was passing the Solaceon Ruins, and our conversation is… bothering me.” Says the caller. A step makes a particularly muddy-sounding squelch, and he makes a disgusted noise before continuing the thought, “There was no sign of any sales pitch, even now that we mostly share a language. He challenged me to a battle, and I got the distinct impression that it was because I was so enthusiastic about it last time. It felt like when a commuting trainer would act sweet to try to get away with something, and now that I have some frame of reference for what his words were, they didn’t match his body language. It’s… disturbing.”

There’s a pause as vines rustle, distinct from whatever plant life is being waded through, and once whatever he’s seeing processes, Ingo says, “Tangrowth, put it down.”

A sad-sounding croon follows the command.

“No, this is non-negotiable.”

The vines move again, and a frightened squeak rings out. Something crashes through the long grass and quickly grows distant.

“Apologies,” He sighs to the receiver, “You know how she is.”

Nearby, Tangrowth rustles something on the level of a proud snickering.

“What I was trying to say is that, once Volo realized we could understand one another, he immediately began questioning me. Where I was from, how I arrived in Hisui, why I was assisting with the Pokedex and how I was so at ease training Pokemon. I must sound paranoid, because it all seems very reasonable, but there was something in the way he pursued the information that I couldn’t help but find off-putting.”

The sound of soggy footsteps ends, the ground transitioning into something slightly more solid.

“Perhaps I’ll look back on this and think myself uncharitable, but it helps to say it out loud. Regardless, we’re departing now. Wherever you are, stay safe; I’ll endeavor to do the same.”

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Species: Shellos & Gastrodon

Location: Sandgem Flats, Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Water type and water/ground type, respectively. Shellos evolves into Gastrodon when trained to a high enough threshold. They have two forms depending on where they come from, but I don’t know the specifics; the ones I saw were pink and white, and pink and brown. These Pokemon are invertebrates, and studies in the wild have proven that if they lose a portion of their body, it will regrow. It’s thought that they once had a shell in ancient times, but it seems this isn’t quite ancient enough to count. Their most common abilities are Sticky Hold and Storm Drain.

Notes: They were remarkably calm when I approached them. When a nearby Staravia began targeting one of the Shellos on the fringes of their rout, however, they responded immediately with Water Pulse and Earth Power. The Shellos that had been attacked secreted some sort of purple… ooze? I can’t say any more for that, but I had a spare potion jar, so I collected a sample for Professor Laventon to examine if he so chooses. Personally, I think I've seen plenty.

Species: Mime Jr. & Mr. Mime (Kantonian variant)

Location: Sandgem Flats, Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Psychic/fairy type. Mime Jr. evolves into Mr. Mime upon learning Mimic. Their most common abilities are Soundproof and Filter. There’s another form of Mr. Mime native to Galar that evolves into the Ice/psychic Mr. Rime, but this form isn’t known to have any further evolution. I believe it’s one of the few fairy types native to the Sinnoh region, alongside the Clefairy and Marill lines.

Notes: Mime Jr. will flee if they notice a human, but Mr. Mime reacts slightly differently from any other Pokemon I’ve observed. Rather than attacking or trying to run away, they’ll erect a psychic barrier to prevent anything from attacking them. Unlike the attack Barrier, this seems to intercept any and all physical contact, but special attacks were unaffected. Could it utilize Light Screen the same way?

Species: Wormadam (Plant Cloak)

Location: Sandgem Flats, Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Bug type, but the secondary typing is variable. Depending on its form, it will be one of grass, ground or steel, corresponding to the Plant, Sandy and Trash Cloaks worn prior to evolution. It’s been theorized that there are even more variants out there, yet unidentified, as Burmy have a habit of using anything in their environment to form a cloak. They evolve from female Burmy, and are the counterpart to Mothim. Regardless of their typing, their most common ability is Anticipation.

Notes: I encountered it by accident when Gligar flew into a tree for berries. This isn’t terribly surprising, since I’ve encountered Burmy in similar fashion, but is a bit odd that a Burmy in this environment would evolve into a Plant Cloak Wormadam. That said, it’s entirely possible that it moved this way from farther inland.

Species: Alakazam (Alpha)

Location: Sandgem Flats, Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: Psychic type. It evolves first from Abra with training, then Kadabra upon being traded; I’m unsure how they evolve in the wild. They’re said to be among the most intelligent Pokemon in the world, with perfect recall and incredible psychic powers. When they focus on the world around them, they can push their senses to the furthest limits, and sometimes past that, to the extent of precognition. Their most common abilities are Synchronize and Inner Focus. Under the right circumstance, this is a species capable of Mega Evolution.

Notes: On a hunch, I asked Kadabra to stay out with me while I approached the Alakazam. As usual, my presence seemed to make it irrationally angry, but as Tangrowth did some time ago, Kadabra spoke to the alpha and calmed it down. It’s difficult to interpret their psychic visions, but what Kadabra relayed seemed to imply that the alpha Alakazam, at least, had a horrible shock upon seeing me, making it react on instinct. It seems my hypothesis may be a valid one after all.

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A new picture is added to Hisui. A copy is made and added to Pokemon.

It’s a bright day, with a vibrant blue sky reflecting in the water. The view is penned in by high cliffs on all visible sides, and in the far distance lies the silhouette of Mount Coronet.

The focal point of this image is an island. It’s eerily similar to the one that had been captured from above in the Crimson Mirelands: it’s small, directly in the lake’s center, and bears what seems to be the mouth of a cave. In front of it is a Gyarados, its head and a portion of its serpentine body cresting above the water as it’s caught swimming.

This photograph is followed by half a dozen more over the next minute. The cameraman hasn’t moved, but the camera itself has panned up to a drastic degree, where the Gyarados has taken to the sky instead of the waves. Its body undulates the exact same way it would move through the water, captured in the rapid-fire snapshots just as well as any video would manage. Another handful of photos are taken over the next few minutes, but not so frantically as that initial, excited burst. The last of the series shows the Gyarados dipping back into the lake.

...it’s not truly the final image, but it is the last with such dignity.

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[A picture of a human hand just barely wrapped around an incredibly large Gligar’s tail. The Gligar is pulling forward, toward a body of water and, more specifically, the distinct orange shape of a Magikarp. It doesn’t seem to care about the Gyarados half out of frame.]

Words cannot describe how hard he fought me on this.

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The recording starts up in the morning, the camera angled down a set of stairs. As its operator fiddles with it, a pair of people pass by and a door closes behind them; when they move into view, both are dressed in red with handmade straw hats.

“More people have arrived in Jubilife Village since the last time I visited,” Says the cameraman, setting the frame straight to look down a familiar lane. “And it occurred to me that this is an opportunity to document it before it grows into Jubilife City. I wish I’d thought to explore it more thoroughly the last time I was here, but I suppose my haphazard chasing after Abra will have to suffice.”

The camera pans right and then left, showing off what appears to be some sort of thoroughfare. “Floaro Avenue is what’s developed the most since I saw it last. The two nearest buildings, The Wallflower and Craftworks, have been occupied since before I arrived here, and the general store across the way is the same.”

He starts to the left, visibly raising a hand to greet the person manning the shop.

“I believe the woman who started the hair dresser was already a member of the community, and simply arranged her home to accommodate clients. It’s Miss Anthe and Mr. Dagero who have only recently moved in and established their own businesses, though the demand for photography does seem to be… low.” Slowly and with a consistent motion, the camera pans over a shop laden with cloth and a dressed dummy out front; a woman sits inside working on something, and glances up at the noise, but seems to determine that it’s not worth the distraction.

At the end of this road, the camera operator turns around to put his back to the gate, documenting a building advertising the latest in photographic technology. The dissonance between the antiquated style and the quality that the recording device captures is stark. On the lane’s other side, the woman from the previous Jubilife recording stares him down. He turns away, unbothered, and crosses a simple wooden bridge.

“I didn’t think to record the pastures at all last time, but fortunately, it seems they’ve changed very little.” As he passes a paddock, a Bibarel comes lumbering over and stands on its hind legs, bracing its front against the fence to look at the man. He reaches out to ruffle the fur on its head, and is promptly delayed by the Luxray charging over and demanding the same treatment. By the third time this happens-- a Staraptor coasting down to perch on the nearest post-- he’s forced to abandon the recording device and pay the three his full attention.

When he’s allowed to continue on, there isn’t much else to see: just the backs of houses and open space.

He meanders down to another gate, its green roofing and readied alarm bell exactly as they’d been last time-- but on this occasion, he stops to film down this main road, and a large brick building becomes visible at the village’s head. Beyond it-- seemingly inescapable by this point-- the mountain looms.

“The building ahead is Galaxy Hall, the Galaxy Team’s base of operations. It’s where I report my findings to Captain Cyllene and work with Professor Laventon. As I could best be described as a freelancer, it’s also where I’m allowed to rest on those occasions I stay the night in Jubilife.” Ingo explains, and then turns to continue on.

He starts up the field, and must be focused on where he’s going, because he doesn’t notice something that the camera picks up: a blue haired woman across the farm, who takes one look in his direction and takes off running into the village itself. With that unseen exception, the walk across the farmland is without note and exactly as it had been the last time he’d passed through-- with an exception for the crops themselves, which are both different and in a newer stage of growth.

This time, instead of getting distracted by an Abra after crossing the bridge, he meanders toward a red-roofed building with what’s recognizably a battlefield marked at its front. An equally red-haired woman pauses what she’d been doing as she notices him and calls over.

“Truly?” He says, and then remembers to switch languages to respond. She gives him an amused look and waves him off. There’s a new energy as he hurries through, excitedly muttering to the camera, “She asked to battle! I don’t want to rush the rest of this tour, but it’s not right to cause a delay, either.”

The buildings he’d first panned over, the Craftworks and Wallflower, pass by at a slightly faster clip than the others, until he lands in front of the grand brick building.

It’s huge compared to the rest of the village, four stories tall and studded with evenly-placed windows. Either end of it is topped in a massive facsimile of a Magikarp, and a steel Galarian Weezing belches smoke from its smokestacks, coming from somewhere inside. Above the door is a complicated sigil rendered in yellow, inlaid in some dark material. As he takes the time to record the hall, several people enter and exit.

“That’s Jubilife Village as of today,” He announces. “I’ve never seen it in modern times, but once I get home, I think I’d like to. It would be interesting to see what, if anything, stands the test of time. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

The camera pivots noticeably toward the red-roofed building before the recording switches off.

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[A picture of seemingly-unrelated items laid out neatly over a bed. Included are a new-looking book, its cover patterned with blue diamonds and bound with cord, a fresh pen and tightly-corked jar of ink, a number of charcoal sticks, and loose paper. There are also empty jars and blank labels, leeks, some kind of dark stone and an unrecognizable yellow berry. Other odds and ends are lined up, but not as noteworthy.]

Cyllene gave me a book to store the final drafts of my Pokedex entries, and with the bonus from the sheer amount of research I brought back, I was able to stock up on supplies. The only problem is that I’m having a difficult time packing everything up.

I have a little bit of money left over. With a tailor in town, I had thought to see if she could repair my coat, but I don’t think I will; not if it means leaving the village without it.

Chapter Text

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The crash of waves is loud-- so much louder than it has been in previous calls. One has to wonder what the caller is up to for the roar of water and wind to be so pronounced without drowning him out.

“The Coastlands have actually been quite easy to survey with Lord Basculegion’s help. It makes me wish I had his assistance in other territories, too. Riding on his back isn’t the most intuitive thing, but it is far more comfortable than the average plane. Don’t… don’t tell Skyla I said that.”

There’s a short, startled gasp, and then a loud splash. The speaker lets himself breathe again.

“Machop has been integrating well, and tried to swim alongside us for some time. Over open water like this, though, I’ve been relying more heavily on Gligar, Dewott and Kadabra. I’m hoping we might be able to get through to the alpha Machoke before moving on from this territory, but won’t press if it seems unsafe.” The beat of silence that follows is filled with the screeching of seabirds and what seems to be a seabat.

“Well, more unsafe than it ever is with alpha Pokemon. Now that I’ve stopped to think about it, it was a bad idea to call you in transit like this. I was… just thinking about you, that was all. Take care.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Winds still make themselves known, but not alongside the hissing spray of the sea. While there’s still a crashing noise, it’s heavier, stone against stone rumbling nearer. Before even acknowledging the connection, the speaker guides his Samurott through a battle against some manner of ground or rock type.

When it’s done, he says, “I think I’ve realized what Warden Calaba meant when she said I may be affected by Sadorn’s departure. Sneasler intends for me to become her warden instead. Looking back on her behavior, I think that was why she brought me to Heart’s Home Arena and why Lady Irida was so distressed over it. I wish I’d recognized it; I could have made her understand that I won’t be remaining in Hisui. To some extent, it feels like I’ve raised her hopes only to have to dash them now.”

The rumbling starts again, and this time continues to roll directly by. Once it’s safely past, growing more distant as the seconds tick on, he picks back up. “And poor Miss Sadorn, made to feel unwanted by the charge she’d already put so much into serving. Could I have prevented all of this if I’d just kept my distance? If I hadn’t tried to explore the wrong portion of the Alabaster Icelands, would she have ignored me?”

He breathes a heavy sigh, “It’s useless to dwell on this now; we’re well past that terminal. All there is to do is look toward the next.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I helped Gliscor evolve today.” The caller says without hesitation, like he’s spilling his darkest, most shameful secrets. “I’m proud of him. He’s come so far since we met, and it-- it felt like when we finally got our hands on a dusk stone. It seems wrong to compare him to Chandelure, but I don’t know how to stop myself. I don’t want to leave him behind when I come home. If it’s either or, the choice is obvious but… but I would miss him.”

There’s a long silence.

“I don’t have anything else to say; it’s just been difficult recently. I hope you’re doing better than I am.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I’ve found another set of glyphs.” Today, the caller’s voice echoes in the way it always does in caves, “They definitely depict Pokemon; it’s simple to identify Lilligant, Wyrdeer, Basculegion and Kleavor, and… and I know this one, too.”

His voice softens as the statement ends, and remains dampened when he continues. “I don’t know its name, but it’s the Pokemon that brought me here, the one that instructed me to ‘seek out all Pokemon’. It must be able to send me back…”

He trails off for a long spell. The lack of footsteps or any other motion suggests that he’s simply studying the topic of his one-sided conversation.

“If there’s a set in the Mirelands, and now one here in the Highlands, I would hazard a guess that there are others, too. Would they spell some sort of message if I put them all together? What does it have to do with that Pokemon?”

Finally, he steps back. Something clicks, but the call hasn’t ended yet.

When he pipes up again, it’s almost brusque. His mind is clearly on this new mystery instead of the phone call.

“When I depart for the Alabaster Icelands, I’ll ask Lady Irida if she’s familiar with these symbols. In the meantime, I have work to do. I’ll speak with you soon.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The call picks up to slightly distant-sounding breathing and footsteps running through snow. Nearby, but not directly into the receiver, the caller yells, “Machop!” and is answered by precisely that-- multiple times over.

Before he can start his monologue into the phone, he has to field a battle between what seems to be his own Machop and several wild specimen-- and then, once that’s done, takes a moment both to praise it for its performance in battle, but also to scold it for engaging so suddenly.

Once all that’s done, he sighs and finally addresses the recipient. “Apologies for the delay. He took off just as I hit call, and I didn’t want to scare you by hanging up mid-battle. I was just calling to let you know that I did meet Lord Avalugg today, after all. He’s… almost unfathomably large. I have a difficult time understanding how it’s possible for a Pokemon to grow to such a scale.”

Crunching footsteps pick up and his breathing returns to a more appropriate level, absent the thrill of the chase or a battle. “As the last of the Noble Pokemon, it seemed something might happen once I met him, but so far there’s been no change. I’m not sure why these goals are being set, but some of them seem very… arbitrary. That does mark another one complete, though, for whatever that may be worth.”

He pauses, both verbally and in practice. “I should return to my task; I just wanted to give you an update.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“What am I doing, Emmet?” Ingo asks, voice frustrated and thick in a way that belies his emotional state, “It’s been days since I last opened my Pokedex. I’m supposed to be ‘seeking out all Pokemon’, not… any of this.”

A snuffling starts nearby, answered with a dull pat. He spends a minute moderating his breathing.

“I’ve been wasting time on the nobles and alphas when I already know what I’m meant to be doing. I’m not here to worry about the Hisuian Pokemon that go extinct or to figure out how the Unown bridge the language barrier. No matter what else my device might state, my goal is to complete the Pokedex and get home.” There’s a miserable sniffle. “I-- I’m so sorry I lost sight of that. I’ll do better, I promise.”

After a conspicuously long pause, he chokes out, “I love you.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The environment is quiet, but not naturally so. It has a hushed quality to it; distant voices speak, but are held in check.

“The storm that drove me to the Pearl Clan last night,” The caller begins, and if his somber tone didn’t give him away, the deliberate cap on his volume did, “It blew in from the Coastlands. The idea that it could remain so extreme after traveling so far inland is terrifying, and even moreso is-- is the fact that it took Lord Arcanine’s life, and very nearly stole Warden Palina’s with him. I’ve asked what I can do to help, but as an outsider, I can’t contribute much.”

A dull thump is audible, the sound of a head resting against some manner of furniture.

“Sabi and I have tried to stay out of the clan’s way ever since the news broke. She’s been quiet, though, and I’m worried about her. While she’s a resilient young girl, this could be her first experience with death, and I don’t know how to…” He trails off without reaching a conclusion.

There’s a small sigh somewhere very nearby; it’s not Ingo. Fabric rustles. Someone shuffles in close.

Ingo sets the device down without hanging up. Sabi’s voice pipes up, already muted beforehand, and her words are utter nonsense to the average Unovan ear. Whatever Ingo says in response isn’t any better. The two go quiet for several minutes, until Sabi speaks up again, quiet and declarative.

While its meaning is lost on the listener, his voice is enough to know that Ingo asks a question on the level of ‘Are you sure?’ or ‘What makes you say that?’

Sabi’s answer is rote-- toneless and automatic.

“I… I see.” Ingo says, uncertain, and the device is shuffled ever so slightly.

It clicks off just as a child begins to cry.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“Sabi was correct. Warden Ryder’s body was identified this morning.”

Click.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Leaves rustle, but the wind isn’t high enough to come across over the connection. Something canine rumbles from very nearby, overtaking the sound.

“Palina is… not doing well in the slightest. It’s to be expected, having lost her ward and come so close to death, but it goes deeper than that.” Ingo says, voice slightly muffled on the first half. Wherever he is, the building grumble close to him peters out into a low chuff. “Each of the wardens seems very close with their noble, but it felt different with Palina and Lord Arcanine-- they seemed less like deity and attendant, and more on par with the sort of partners we would see back home. As though--”

He stops abruptly and a quiet “Ah.” comes across. There’s an immediate tonal shift.

“Do you recall the change in Alder, after Volcarona finally passed?" He asks grimly, "I believe I see something similar in Palina. It’s difficult to say for certain, as I hardly had the time to know her before, but that sort of grief is unmistakable.”

A growl sounds again-- it’s not anger, just the build up to a bark-- and it’s followed by a slow, sympathetic, “Shhhh, I know. I know, it’s difficult. I’m so sorry, Growlithe, but it’s not going to help him right now.”

The noise levels off into a whimper, and a sigh goes muted halfway through.

“You’ve done nothing wrong; he just needs the… the space and time to find himself again.” He says, stifled by thick fur.

Ingo waits a moment after the Growlithe has calmed some, and then returns to the call.

“The matter has been exacerbated by Irida’s interference. You may recall that she had business here in the Coastlands, and that was why we traveled together, but I had assumed it was to offer support to her clanmate. From what I’ve gathered, she’s not unsympathetic, but she seems to believe that the solution is to make Lord Growlithe evolve. I’m almost certainly missing the full context, but the thought is…”

The Growlithe whines again, as if to finish the statement, and Ingo breathes, “Yes, precisely.”

Claws scrape against dirt as the Growlithe stands and begins pacing, and from the sound of it, Ingo gets to his feet as well. “As an outsider, the clan’s inner workings are none of my business, but I’ve tried to ease Palina’s burden somewhat, by caring for Lord Growlithe’s partner in the meantime; both at once had been overwhelming, but she can’t bear to let the young Lord out of her sight.”

A pokeball cracks open, and one of his Pokemon begins tumbling with the pup. The sound of it gets louder and then slightly more faint as Ingo takes several paces out of the way.

“While I’m glad to help, it hurts to be keeping the Growlithe separate. To see Lord Growlithe grieving and hold his partner back from trying to alleviate that pain, I can’t help but think…” He trails off, sounding dour, and the thought goes unfinished. Inhaling deeply, he makes no effort to hide the way he pivots the conversation. “I still need to speak with Irida before she returns to the Icelands, but frankly, I’m in no mood to do so yet; the earlier discussion has her rather heated, and I don’t want to say anything that I might regret. It may be prudent to take a run with Growlithe. Maybe both of us can use it to channel our frustration.”

There’s a begrudging laugh.

“I never thought I would be that sort of person. How long do you suppose it will last once I get home?”

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I never did ask why Lady Irida leads the Pearl Clan at such a young age. It seemed unfair to judge them by our modern standards, but I’m beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t say something.” The caller says, wind whipping past the receiver. It’s loud, but not what it could be, not like the night he spent fighting for every inch of forward progress in a blizzard.

“Would it be insensitive to bring it up? On either a cultural or personal level? I just want to understand why the clan’s wellbeing has to rest on her shoulders when it’s weighing her down.” A pokeball cracks open and a large creature can be heard breathing nearby; hoof-steps sounding in sets of four mean that it must be Wyrdeer. “The combined loss of Lord Arcanine and the damage to the settlement aren’t something a child should have to bear, and those are only the relatively recent developments-- the ones they allow an outsider to see. She was already facing pressure to find Lord Kleavor a warden and to address the… situation with Miss Sadorn and Lady Sneasler.”

The hoof and footsteps move onto softer, sandy terrain; water rushes, and Wyrdeer snorts into the receiver. Ingo murmurs to it and nudges its snout away.

“She asked if I would consider training to become Lady Sneasler’s warden, and as much as I want to help, I can’t. Not like that.”

He takes a deep breath and, if the resultant hiss is anything to go by, regrets it when the brisk wind rushes his lungs.

“I’m almost done with the Pokedex, I know it, so while I’m still here, I’ll do whatever else I can to help... but giving Sneasler someone to rely upon only to yank them away is cruel. I’m not going to do that to her.”

They start walking again, and before the connection dies, he whispers a small, “I’m sorry I did it to you.”

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I think-- I think Cherubi was the last one. My device updated to suggest a change, and going back through the Pokedex, there aren’t any incomplete evolutionary lines. Tomorrow, I’ll start the trip to Jubilife Village and share the rest of my findings with the Survey Corps. With any luck, I’ll see you soon.”

Click.

Chapter Text

The device doesn’t ring, but it does… intone in a way that no human could replicate. How it manages to do so is a mystery, because the call picks up instantly. For the first time in many months, the Arc Phone has connected.

On the caller’s side of the line, the world is almost silent. There are no Pokemon cries in the backdrop, or even the sound of footsteps.

The same is true on the opposite end. Absolute silence.

“Why are you doing this?” Asks the caller, voice rough with emotion, “I did what you wanted, by your own metric. What did I do wrong? Am I meant to accomplish something else entirely? You were happy to give me orders before, so why won’t you answer me, now?”

The line remains quiet.

“Were you ever going to send me home, or were you content to let me move ahead with false hope?”

This accusation, too, goes unanswered.

“You don’t even care, do you? Is this your idea of a game? Am I just the puzzle piece you decided to place upside-down to see if it might fit?”

Nothing.

Snow crunches on the speaker’s end, loudly and all at once. His voice is warped by the way it enfolds on his either side. “I was correct that first night in the blizzard, wasn’t I? I really am going to die here; you just aren’t going to grant the mercy of making it a swift end.”

“WAIT.” Booms the Arc Phone, startling a strangled half-gasp half-sob from its recipient. “THY TIME SHALL COME.”

---

When the Arc Phone hasn’t moved in several hours and it becomes clear that its holder has no intention of changing his idle course, location services engage of their own volition. It’s the second time this has happened since the device's creation, and just as it had that night, its call reaches across Hisui to find the Pokemon it’s meant for.

Sneasler has no way of knowing who or what called to her, but departs all the same. If anyone was so inclined to check the app that made this possible, they might see a pixelated facsimile make its way across the digital Alabaster Icelands, but caught in the throes of despair, the Arc Phone’s owner is too busy giving himself another case of hypothermia to notice any such thing.

When Sneasler enters viewing range, the ping goes silent.

---

The Arc Phone goes untouched for a full week. It isn’t activated to do so much as check the time, not even once.

Chapter Text

This certainly feels familiar.

It’s my own fault, and frankly, you’d be disappointed in how I’ve behaved as of late. Logically, I shouldn’t be texting you about it, but I’m not convinced you’re ever going to see these messages, after all.

Dragons above, I miss you. I want you to see this so you know just how much I’ve been thinking about you all, but it’s simultaneously... humiliating. I really thought it would work, and in hindsight, it was a fool’s hope.

Spite is just as potent a motivation though, isn’t it?

I certainly learned that much from living with you.

It’s still hard to believe I’m going to have to live without.

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It wasn’t pneumonia this time, by the way. It was just hypothermia and a cold. Small mercies.

I would still argue that it was worse, not due to the severity of the illness, but because this time I understood exactly what Warden Calaba was saying about me while I recovered.

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I’ve finally been let out of the medical tent on good behavior, and Sabi decided we’re going to celebrate by looking for the specific tumblestone needed to craft her warden’s bracelet.

That seems rather counter to what I’ve been told about this practice, but I can’t imagine I’ll be much help to begin with, and the only way I’m leaving the settlement at this point is with a chaperon. I might as well make the most of the opportunity.

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Maybe I should revisit that idea about moving on to Unova. I might be able to make my presence known somehow.

But… if I successfully signaled to you, wouldn’t we have already seen it? Wouldn’t I already know what I did?

On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t. The logistics don’t make sense, and I don’t want to risk somehow becoming our ancestor. Ugh.

Reshiram’s candor, I’ve become a bad sci-fi.

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I think I’m going to accept Lady Irida’s offer.

I don’t know if this is a life sentence or not, but my earlier argument has been made irrelevant; I’m going to be staying in Hisui for some amount of time, yet. Now that I can, why shouldn’t I make things just a little bit easier on everyone involved?

It would entail staying in the Highlands on a more permanent basis, but if I’m not traveling around in pursuit of perfecting the Pokedex, that shouldn’t be a problem. It might be nice, even. I like the idea of having a terminal to return to, even if it’s not my home station.

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I’m just now realizing that Sabi didn’t bring me with her to help find the cyan tumblestone she needed. She brought me with her so I would have a frame of reference what to look for when I crafted my own warden’s bracelet.

Psychics are another breed entirely.

I’ll have to see if she’ll let me record her practice with Lord Braviary. She isn’t up to the same stunts Warden Ryder would perform, but by the same stroke, I’ve yet to watch her crash into a cliff. Seems she did learn quite a bit from her mentor after all.

Strange. Before Ryder passed, I was certain I would go back home. In that context, it made sense that they would have lived their lives and passed on, but I never thought I’d be here to see it.

I’m just glad Sabi had someone to lean on in the immediate aftermath.

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[A picture of Sneasler hauling a large Ursaring behind her. While there’s no visible wound, there’s blood matted in its fur and it’s clearly dead.]

Oh, a present.

It’s like living with a giant Purrloin.

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Oh, Swords, she wants me to carve my Celestica Flute from one of its bones.

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I’m texting you this as a man who has seen the inside of an Ursaring.

Please live the rest of your life in ignorance, for the both of us.

---

Despite the inter-clan tensions, I had noticed that those wardens who shared a territory generally got along relatively well. At the time, I thought it might have been the overlap in their duties, making sure those people who crossed the province were safe under their watch, and that might be true, but, well...

Suffice to say that no such thing will be happening here in the Coronet Highlands.

The last time we met, I thought Melli and I just got off on the wrong foot. I was an outsider to the Diamond Clan, and he was the only Diamond Warden I hadn’t encountered prior, so it made some amount of sense. Now that I’ve gotten to know him a bit better, I can confidently say that we didn’t get off on the wrong foot. I never even had a leg to stand on.

It’s like being stuck in a cab with a commuter whose only goal is to needle you until you lose your temper, growing ever more agitated when their efforts don’t garner a response. I can think of no other reason he might have said half the things he has over the past weeks.

While I legitimately do believe that he cares for Lord Electrode, I can’t help but be reminded that the twin heroes both thought they were doing the best thing for their country.

---

My flute finally passed Calaba’s inspection; that marks both halves of my trial complete.

I hope this was the right decision.

---

You know, I had made it this far without lamenting Hisui’s lack of public transportation, but I think my patience just wore out.

I’m lucky enough to have multiple Pokemon that can be ridden, but what about poor Palina out in the Coastlands? Gaeric is stationed in the clan’s settlement and Calaba can rely on Lord Ursaluna, but now that Lord Arcanine is gone, Palina has to make her way on foot, either alone or with the young Lord Growlithe for protection.

I think I’m going to send a Pokemon to help her, but if she’s out on Firespit Island, it would have to be Gliscor, and frankly put, that seems like a recipe for disaster. I could… tie a note to his pincer and hope she sees it before panicking?

It’s my opinion that this could all be avoided with a decent rail system. That’s something to bring up at the meeting, I suppose, since by then I’ll also be a warden.

Public transportation in general, that is. I don’t think I’m capable of installing a functional railway in the Hisui region.

Unless…?

---

As of today, I’m officially a warden of the Pearl Clan.

That’s an odd thought, isn’t it? They took me in hundreds of years before we were born.

Actually

Will I also be long dead by the time we’re alive?

---

I’m bringing back several sprigs of mint from my pit stop in Jubilife. It’s supposed to be easy to propagate, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll try to plant some around the arena.

I think Sneasler would appreciate that.

We already know she likes it when I tidy up, and this seems on that same level of maintenance. If nothing else, I suspect she’ll find the novelty in it.

---

Wyrdeer was able to pacify the alpha Crobat for the time being, but now that I’m partially responsible for ensuring the safety of those who cross through the Highlands, I’d like to do something more tangible about it.

Even just highlighting the most efficient path through the Wayward Cave would be enough; that way, if someone ran into it, they would know where they could flee, be it forwards or backwards.

But we don’t exactly have safety lights here in Hisui, and stone markers would be lost in the dark.

How hazardous would it be to leave an open flame in the cave? Logically, nothing there can catch fire, even if a Pokemon were to knock it over. I suppose this hypothetical Pokemon itself might be flammable, but the water types wouldn’t be able to access these markers, the Gible are already fire resistant, and the bats would be disinclined to approach the light to begin with.

I think it could work.

I need to go gather some wood.

---

DON’T MAKE ANYTHING OF THAT.

---

I was on the hunt for an alpha Basculin when my tracks led to the Fabled Spring this evening, and I witnessed something remarkable there.

Do you remember the Kantonian folktales about finding Clefairy and Clefable dancing under a full moon? It seems they aren’t actually exaggerated. I watched four Clefairy gather around the spring and sing to one another, leaping this way and that while they waited for their alpha.

When she arrived, they brought their merriment to her instead, circling her and twirling as they continued to jump about in the moonlight.

I didn’t dare move while they celebrated, so my knees are terribly sore from hiding in the grass, but I think it was well worth it.

Do you think Clefairy celebrate the full moon everywhere they live? If the folklore came from the Kanto-Johto province and is also true in Hisui, where else might they dance like this?

Are there Clefairy prancing around in the Giant Chasm when nobody is looking?

I was too caught up in the moment to record tonight, but I’ll make the time to come through on the next full moon, too. Maybe someday, I’ll be able to share it with you.

---

A boy from the Pearl Clan came through earlier, looking for stones along the Celestica Trail. Given that the alpha Steelix’s territory is along that path, I thought it wise, if not necessary, to accompany him.

His name is Lian, and Irida is considering him to take up the mantle of Lord Kleavor’s warden. He was actually on the lookout for a suitable tumblestone to set into the bracelet he may someday craft, and while I would be able to guide him decently where Pokemon are concerned, minerals aren’t exactly my wheelhouse.

That’s just as well. A warden’s bracelet is a representation of one’s connection to the land, after all, and to be led to the materials instead of foraging them would defeat the purpose of that trial. I wouldn’t want to cast doubt on him when I scarcely even know him.

There was a moment where he pulled his hat up to protect himself from the sun, and I realized that he looks remarkably like Clay. I know he was from Sinnoh originally, but you don’t think Lian could be a relative of his, do you?

---

Basculin is doing well. Having Samurott around is good for her, because my experience with water types is, admittedly, rather lacking.

When we crossed paths, I asked Melli if he happened to know whether Iscan would be through in the near future, or if I’d be better off taking a short trip to the Coastlands to ask for his advice and, of course, Melli took this as an invitation to offer his own opinion.

To make a very long story short, he thinks it’s improper for me to associate with his fellow Diamond Wardens as much as I do. I can’t say I’ve done much socializing since being stationed out here, but Sabi comes to visit every now and then, so that must be what has him up in arms.

Personally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with inter-clan friendships, for all that I really count under that umbrella. Perhaps it’s a key difference in Unovan and Hisuian cultures, and the two of us couldn’t hope to understand the nuance, but only allowing oneself to associate with like minded individuals seems like a recipe for disaster. I’m not about to tell him he’s wrong, though, as the last thing I want to do is rekindle the animosity between the Diamond and Pearl Clans over-- of all things-- camaraderie between the clans.

There’s a part of me that wonders if his diatribe wasn’t just payback for installing torches in the Wayward Cave against his wishes, but I’d rather not believe that.

---

Another visitor came through today. I almost wish I’d let Melli take the torches down.

That was unkind. Volo’s not terrible; it's simply that, with the uncertain future looming ahead, I need to be even more careful in regards to how I answer his questions.

It was more of the same today, asking after my origins. I just… don’t know what to tell him. He frequents Jubilife Village and knows perfectly well that I didn’t arrive on a ship from Unova, but the way we look, there are only so many places I can claim to hail from.

While he was here, he met a Gible that seemed interested in him, so I did my utmost to change the topic to his new friend. I’ve seen spike nor shell of Togepi for some time, so hopefully a new addition will take some of the pressure off of it in battle. It’s a good combination to begin with; a ground type would be able to cover for a fairy’s weakness to poison and steel types.

That’s enough of that. The last thing I need right now is to build this man a competitive team.

Even IF it might give me someone to battle all the way out here.

---

There’s a h

There’s a hole in the sky above Mount Coronet.

Chapter Text

A picture of Mount Coronet from the Clamberclaw Cliffs wouldn’t normally be anything to bat an eye at. This one, however, is rather distinct from those dozens of photographs that incidentally feature its heights.

The mountain itself stands tall and proud as ever, but something new looms above its peak. Hovering like a dark storm cloud, this anomaly swirls ominously in the sky, an alien addition to Hisui’s landscape. It could possibly-- possibly-- be mistaken for a natural occurrence, if an exceedingly rare one, were it not for the too-bright cracks that creep through it from deep within.

Its presence there is unnerving, almost like one is being watched through it, even without seeing it in person.

When this picture is first taken, it stays unsorted for some time, the photographer uncertain what to do with it.

---

Light the Way: You’ve decided something has to be done about the danger Wayward Cave presents. Craft a torch and observe how the native Pokemon respond to it. COMPLETE

Moonlit Recital: You’ve taken it upon yourself to visit the Fabled Spring on the night of a full moon again, to watch the Clefairy and Clefable dance. Find a good spot to film before night falls. COMPLETE

Peril on the Peaks: Something unnatural is going on atop Mount Coronet, and it's your duty twice over to investigate this phenomenon. Travel to the Temple of Sinnoh to assess the situation.

Outreach: You’re not alone. Convene with your clan to share information and hear what insights they can offer.

---

The recording starts up at the base of a snowy incline.

Unlike previous instances, this is a very short walk and culminates in what is clearly a man-made structure.

White stone pillars, matching the ruined sets in the Celestica and Shrouded Ruins, stand tall and pristine, dozens of them holding up a grand pavilion. Gracing its front is a golden emblem, incredibly similar to the inscription that had so distracted the device’s owner before, and two rows of intricate statues take shelter beneath.

Remarkable though this sight is, it pales in comparison to what lurks above: a swirling void of blackness, sparking with dangerous energy. The cracks that run through it are actually quite thin when looking from up close, but the intensity of the light pouring out makes them visible miles away.

The cameraman’s breath hitches, but he offers no commentary.

Next to him, there’s a soft “Er-lea?”

The frame is nudged to the side and, as it turns and refocuses, the culprit becomes clear. Sneasler blinks down at him with undisguised concern; simultaneously, a hand extends toward her to smooth her fur down, and the camera pans back to the rift torn into the sky.

“It’s nothing, my lady. For a second, I thought… it doesn’t matter, actually. It’s unrelated.”

A discontent grumble sounds from off to the side, but is summarily ignored.

The both of them stand there for several minutes, simply observing the anomaly before them, letting the camera record without interruption.

“What do you think, Sneasler?” Ingo asks about fifteen seconds before turning it off, “Is this what I’m meant to wait for?”

---

I’m sorry I went silent after sending that message; I hope I didn’t worry you. Irida’s Celestica Flute sounded to call the wardens for a meeting, and I’ve elected to wait at the Highland’s base to help escort the others, so I have a moment. Not that they couldn’t manage on their own, but there’s safety in numbers, after all.

I do wonder if it will be entirely necessary. On the walk here, we didn’t see a trace of life, and I can’t say I blame the wild Pokemon for hiding away. The noise the… tear made as it appeared was indescribable. It almost wasn’t a sound at all, but a physical sensation, the same way sound-based attacks effect their target or an alpha roars.

One wouldn’t expect it of a noble or alpha Pokemon, but even Sneasler and Gliscor seem uneasy.

Is there something Pokemon can sense about it that we can’t? If we were able to communicate, could they tell us what they find so frightening about it? Maybe it wouldn’t be anything we couldn’t already surmise, actually; instinct tells me it’s a change for the worse, and in Hisui, a bad feeling can be all the reason you need to stay wary.

I believe I see Lian coming this way. If and when we get to the bottom of this, I’ll let you know.

---

Several pictures are taken as the terrain slowly becomes blanketed in snow. Even when the mountain itself becomes a softened silhouette, the void above it is crisp and distinct, the cracks plainly visible.

Rather than moving directly to the passage leading north, they reveal that the photographer headed south first, and the reason why becomes clear when the scenery begins to change. On the edges of the pictures, other people or Pokemon become visible: a boy carrying a Goomy and flanked by the fearsome Lord Kleavor, a woman walking alongside two Growlithe pups or, at one point, Lord Ursaluna’s mighty paw as he ambles onward.

Notably, these pictures are taken on the most direct paths, where Pokemon would be plainly obvious, but-- with the exception of those Pokemon whose partners are in reach-- none can be seen in the environment. Even these individuals are visible nervous: Goomy tucked tight, the Growlithe clinging to either side of their human. Gliscor’s eyes never leave his trainer.

Neither Ursaluna nor Kleavor can be seen in full at any point, but Sneasler is, and every time she’s caught on camera, she’s seen looking up at the distant peak.

Eventually, one last photograph is taken from what’s recognizably the bridge leading into the Pearl Settlement, and the sequence ends.

---

The camera is switched on indoors for the first time in a number of weeks. It catches a quick glimpse of its owner as he sets it somewhere in front of him, lens up and recording the ceiling of a tent. While there’s the occasional glimpse of movement from somewhere along the edges of the frame, it becomes clear rather quickly that he doesn’t mean to record the visuals, but the discussion brewing.

Unfortunately, that means, to anyone without some grasp of Hisuian, the recording is largely unintelligible.

It’s a young voice that kickstarts the meeting, and its owner keeps it steady as she says, “Do we have any concept what’s going on above the temple?”

Four of the five wardens remain silent, and the one who speaks isn’t the one a viewer might expect.

“We do.” Says Warden Calaba, maintaining her unaffected air, though a subtle undercurrent of disquiet can be heard if one listens closely. “It’s not the first time, after all. This rift is precisely what our nobles helped the hero fight back.”

“That’s… worrisome.” Ingo says, if only to fill the space as they consider that.

“Well it’s certainly not good news.” Calaba replies dryly, “Though it doesn’t seem to have brought disaster down upon us today.”

“But it will?” Asks the first voice. Whatever response she gets doesn’t register in the recording, and must not be worth pursuing, because she changes track shortly thereafter. “What about you, Ingo? Did you see anything that could have caused it in the Highlands?”

He bites back a sigh, but promptly says, “Unfortunately no, Lady Irida. I was at the source of the Fabled Spring at the time it opened, and nothing seemed amiss. Even when Ohnyula and I climbed up to the Temple of Sinnoh after the fact, there was no visible cause.”

“So we don’t know what did it.” Says another man, voice filling the tent in its own distinct way, “Do we know what undoes it?”

It’s largely quiet, but there’s the tell-tale sound of people shifting to look at one individual in particular.

“What catastrophe the hero fought and what he did to fight it back are unclear. All we know is that he had the first nobles’ backing.” Calaba explains, and even she sounds dissatisfied with her own answer.

“That’s something, at least.” Irida declares.

“We know the Pokemon don’t like it, either,” Chimes a voice even more youthful than Irida, “None of ‘em were out in the open the whole way here.”

“That’s very true. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was just inexperience causing Lord Growlithe’s nervousness, but Gachiguma, Basagiri and Ohnyula were all on edge as well.” Palina puts in, concerned and contemplative all in one.

The unknown man snorts, and despite the topic of conversation, legitimately seems amused, “Does that mean something finally cowed that monster of yours, bright eyes?”

“Gliscor was no happier with the circumstances than any other Pokemon-- and if you would be so kind, don’t call him that again.”

There’s a scoff, a sound clearly meant to humor him.

Irida ignores the both of them. “Moving on. Just to be safe, we should ensure all of our nobles are at their best. Palina--”

A small, frustrated noise comes across through the recording, but so quiet in the moment that nobody responds to it.

“—will you please reconsider Lord Growlithe’s evolution?”

Palina’s response is tight and measured, “With all due respect, Irida, he’s still reeling from the loss of his father. He’s not ready to take up the mantle of Windie yet.”

“I understand that, I truly do, but it’s the duty of a noble to put Hisui’s needs above their own. If we’re facing a crisis, we can’t leave this unaddressed.”

The atmosphere goes tense, a conflict waiting in the wings.

It’s only interrupted with an audibly reluctant, “If I can ask...”

Anyone familiar with him would recognize the notes of regret in Ingo’s voice as attention presumably shifts to him. “Warden Calaba, you mentioned that this hero fought with the nobles’ help. When you say that, do you mean only those affiliated with the Pearl Clan, or does this include the Diamond Clan’s nobles as well?”

Next to him, Palina hisses her anticipation for the response.

“The entire retinue.” Calaba says shortly.

It's matched with a succinct, if thoughtful, “I see.”

There’s a low, warning, “Ingo.”

“I’m simply trying to understand.” He argues with a false innocence learned from growing up alongside a sibling, “Please forgive me; I don’t have the benefit of knowing Hisui’s full history.”

“Don’t test them,” Palina whispers, seemingly only caught by her target and the camera, “Trust me.”

Whatever else passes between them is silent.

With the matter of Growlithe’s evolution off the table for the time being, the rest of the discussion is spent on precautions to put into place and establishing signals for if-- or when-- the situation worsens. At the meeting’s end, Palina is the first to step away from the group.

Mid-reach toward the device, Ingo abandons the motion and swiftly turns to catch someone before they follow the woman out.

“Lady Irida,” He says, voice as hushed as it ever gets, “Please wait. I understand the urgency where Windie is concerned, but may I say something?”

“I don’t think I could stop you if I tried,” She responds, ostensibly in good humor, but there’s something weary there, too.

Ingo is careful as he picks his words, slower than usual so as not to stumble over his second language, “Speaking as someone who’s worked with a great many Pokemon, evolution can’t be forced. Different Pokemon have different needs, and in order to facilitate their growth, their handler has to understand that. When Warden Palina says that Lord Growlithe isn’t in a state to fill his role, she’s not only speaking from a place of concern, but stating a simple fact.”

“Growlithe can evolve at any time; she has a fire stone.”

“That isn’t exactly what I meant. Pokemon that evolve prematurely nearly always--” He cuts off there, seeming to recognize a lost cause. “Perhaps you could give her the evening to think on it?”

“If I do that, she’ll just run away again.” Irida argues, waspish.

Ingo pauses for a long moment and then cedes, “I believe this may be more personal than I had previously thought. Apologies, it wasn’t my intention to involve myself in such matters.”

Irida sighs, “I realize you’re trying to help, but I know Palina best; I can handle this.”

“Of course.” He says softly, and backs off.

The door opens and shuts again, and he rounds the area to pick the Arc Phone back up.

Just as Warden Calaba begins to speak again, her tone chiding, the recording is hastily terminated.

---

The next time Palina gives me advice, remind me to follow it.

You wouldn’t think they would cooperate, but Calaba and Gaeric are unrelenting when they’re on the same side of an argument. It almost makes me feel bad for those times we argued with Elesa.

Chapter Text

[A blurry picture of a cluster of Paras and Parasect. It’s been taken at an unconventional angle, suggesting that the photographer was in motion when the image was captured. All of the Pokemon are focused on him, and one has been caught mid-Poison Powder.]

Seems nature is healing.

I didn’t miss this aspect of it.

---

Species: Croagunk

Location: Lonely Spring, Coronet Highlands.

Update: I’ve never seen one so far from the mudpits around the Ancient Quarry. You would think the abundance of ground types and, specifically, Pokemon like Golduck and Bronzor would keep them away. Has the rift changed their behavior, or is this unrelated? It’s by itself. I’m going to see if it’s lost.

2^nd Update: As soon as it caught sight of me, it dove into the spring and over the falls where it swiftly swam away. I had expected aggression as per their usual temperament and, perhaps, frustration at being so far from its home station. This is absolutely unprecedented.

---

At the time of the incident, the Arc Phone has already been recording for seventeen minutes.

It begins around a river, and the only purpose it seems to serve keeping its operator company as he patrols the area, occasionally stopping to collect a clump of salt, handful of berries or the roots that grow near the water.

As he weaves through the incline, neatly dodging the Graveler rolling down it, his commentary focuses on a crafting project and which ingredients he’s on the lookout for. While he’s collected a number of small mushrooms on the way up, they don’t seem to be the kind he needs, and he’s pocketed those for Sneasler.

The trouble arises as he reaches the top and takes a swift right turn.

By some unseen force, the device is all but yanked out of his hands, and the display turns to static for several seconds. After that, however, it focuses in as usual, and a high, electric snicker can be heard.

Somewhere nearby, there’s an offended, “Pardon me!” and the camera pans-- seemingly of its own volition-- to the shout’s source.

Given that Ingo almost exclusively uses the Arc Phone to record the world around him, this is the first we’ve seen of him in some time, and that difference is visible. While it hadn’t been in perfect form for months and months, his coat has begun to look worse for wear, and through its tears and thin points, the pale pink of a Pearl Clan tunic is visible. From beneath the bill of a scuffed cap, he’s staring daggers at the Arc Phone.

“That doesn’t belong to you.” He says, the tone matter-of-fact, and his voice projecting neatly across the diagonal space that separates them.

The camera wriggles in midair teasingly and the buzz begins again.

One hand crosses his body, reaching for a pokeball beneath his sun-faded coat. “I’m going to request this nicely, just once. Return my device and we won’t have any quarrel.”

The hum goes higher pitched-- as if in thought-- then the entity snickers again, and takes off across the Sacred Plaza. Unseen from somewhere behind it, a pokeball releases its occupant and a screech rings out.

This begins a grand game of Purrloin and Patrat across the northern Highlands as the Arc Phone’s abductor dodges Gliscor’s pincers and, below, Ingo attempts to keep up whilst navigating the usually-hostile environment. At one point, he manages to trip over his own roaming Nosepass. At another, he yells so loudly that the thief is stunned to a momentary halt, but the nearby alpha Gabite is immediately alerted to his presence, and he briefly becomes the pursued.

Eventually, and with a not insubstantial amount of help, they manage to herd the phone into Heart’s Home Arena, where Gliscor guards its natural skylight and Machoke watches the main entrance.

There’s a standoff between the device-- hovering a good twelve feet in the air-- and its owner. Without warning, a pokeball connects with it and promptly glances off.

It’s followed by a sheepish, “I’m not sure what I expected that to accomplish…”

They regard each other for another moment, and then Ingo sighs. “Could you please come down here? I don’t mind raising my voice to speak, but I’ve been told countless times that it’s somewhat excessive. I won’t make another attempt to grab you.”

It hesitates, but if the way the frame swoops in is anything to go by, gives him the benefit of the doubt. That said, it still remains firmly out of arm’s reach.

“Does your fascination come from novelty? Have you ever seen a device like this one before?" He asks once it stays still for a moment. He must get a negative answer to the second prompt, because he goes on. “That must be exciting. Where I come from, Rotom find countless appliances to inhabit, but you haven’t had that opportunity until just now, have you?”

The camera rocks up and down; it’s a little dizzying from the viewer’s perspective. Ingo takes it as an affirmative.

“That particular device is very precious to me,” He says, tilting his head in consideration, “So I’m afraid I can’t let you keep it. Would you accept a compromise?”

Rotom buzzes in question and the frame cocks to the side.

“I can take you to Jubilife Village, where you can observe the different types of cameras being used. You won’t be able to possess them without permission, but if you’re kind to their owners, they might allow you to look more closely.” One hand taps at his cheek and he adds, “I can’t profess to know much about the history of color photography, but perhaps you could help advance it.”

The Rotom seems unsatisfied. Above, Gliscor flexes his prehensile tail, backing his trainer up with a clear threat.

“If it helps at all, you can continue to inhabit that device until we make the commute, which may be some time. All I ask is that you leave its contents as they are and stay near my person.”

Without losing eye contact, he reaches into a pocket and retrieves one of the springy mushrooms from his walk to the plaza. “I’m also willing to feed you, so long as you don’t damage anything.”

And with that, the switch flips. The Rotom zooms toward the occupied hand and the phone drops into it. For half a second, the Arc Phone catches a glimpse of the ghost worrying a divot into its snack before Ingo reaches over to take it safely into his free hand.

A relieved sigh is heard, and as it’s emulated by the sound of Gliscor swooping down from the ceiling, the recording is put to an end.

---

A new series of photographs is taken and then indecisively sorted. At first, they’re filed under Miscellaneous and later moved to Hisui. After roughly a day there, they’re taken out again and left undefined. Clearly, it’s a matter of some contention exactly what category their contents fall under.

The first of the lot is actually of the Cobalt Coastlands in the distance, taken from the high cliffs marking the Highland’s eastern boundary. It’s difficult to make out at first-- so far off in the distance that the atmosphere itself makes the image cloudy-- but there’s an anomalous dark spot along the coast. This picture is taken at two different angles, as if to be sure it really was there, and then several minutes later, the same area is captured for a third time. In the last, the dark blotch is nowhere to be seen.

A second batch is taken from the bank of the Lonely Spring, angled down at Heavenward Lookout, and offers the viewer a much clearer look at what seems to be the same phenomenon. Encompassing part of the grove Parasect and Yanma call home-- and overlapping the white ruins just enough to leave the fallen Clefable statue unscathed-- is a large, solid black dome. Hints of color are caught mid-crackle over its surface: glimpses of purple and blue.

As with the first three puzzling pictures, this one gets a follow up several minutes later. The angle has changed drastically, closer to the Sonorous Path and the entrance to Wayward Cave now, but still with a clear view of the foothills. Were it not for the first picture, there would be no sign that anything was ever amiss.

This process repeats several times over: looking down into the Wayward Wood from the top edge of the Primeval Grotto, or a glimpse of a dark hemisphere in the distant Fabled Spring. In every instance, it’s followed by a picture confirming the anomaly is gone, and that, invariably, the photographer has made an effort to get closer before it vanished.

None of the pictures seem to depict the actual terrain underneath these domes. Whatever they hide remains a mystery.

---

The camera starts up on its own, trailing in the air beside its owner under Rotom’s influence. As they approach what, from this perspective, seems to be a wall of crackling darkness, Ingo says, “My tracks finally aligned with one of these disturbances. As we approached, I watched the native Rhyhorn pass through without issue and emerge a short time later, so it doesn’t seem to be actively harmful, but I do need to narrow down what it is.”

As he gets in range, he takes a bracing breath and tentatively reaches out, fingertips just grazing the curtain of blackness. It doesn’t offer any resistance and he doesn’t recoil. When he pulls his hand back, nothing seems to be amiss. He gives it a second try, just to be sure, and instead of his palm laying flat against a surface, it phases right through.

He glances to Rotom in the Arc Phone, and then heads in. It dutifully trails after.

The world under this dome is… strange. The landscape is the same as ever, the crags and cliffs of the Celestica Trail are right where they should be, but it’s tangibly off. Ambient sounds outside are dampened, almost like hearing voices from underwater and having to interpret their distorted words. As one might expect from walking into a bubble of shade, the colors are all wrong; traces of bright green grass have turned a bizarre greyish teal, and the reflections coming off of tumblestone deposits are an almost neon blue.

Ingo chances several more steps, taking the entirety of it in. He glances behind him, as if to verify how far he’s traveled, and then up to the dome’s zenith. While he idles there, another Rhyhorn across the plateau scurries out of its radius.

A rumble begins, like distant thunder, and while the Arc Phone is unaffected, it still captures the terrain rippling as the dome begins to swirl purple and a roaring wind kicks up. Pinpricks of light flash along the ground, and for one too-still second, Ingo is left with nothing to do but kneel down and inspect the item that has all but teleported next to him.

The moment doesn’t last. In a concentric flare of light, a startled-looking Octillery finds itself face to face with an equally startled man. He has the foresight to hit the dirt before it instinctively fires off an Octazooka, and then flings himself off to the side, out of its path so he can climb to his feet.

In that time, the Octillery also rights itself enough to go from surprised to furious, and presses the attack.

Caught off guard, Ingo reaches for a pokeball and grabs the first one he touches, which turns out to be Kadabra; the distraction gives him enough opportunity to back off to a safer distance, for what little good that does. It’s not just one displaced Octillery. Behind him, a Jolteon growls and readies its own attack. A second pokeball is flung out-- Machoke this time-- and he angles his back to the boundary as he calls out their orders.

Behind him, the outside world is little more than purple fog and abstract black shapes.

As its foe falls, Kadabra’s attention strays, and it floats deeper into the storm, eyes on one of the items that had suddenly appeared. Though he’s still dealing with Machoke and the Jolteon, Ingo has enough experience multitasking that he’s able to call for it to dodge as another Pokemon charges toward it.

When it’s safe to turn away from the fallen Jolteon, his eyes narrow.

“A… a Cranidos?”

Silently, Machoke falls into place next to him, helping to watch their perimeter as Kadabra is guided through battle, and the both of them draw even with the psychic type once its second battle has ended. The Cranidos hits hard, however, and while Kadabra comes out on top, it’s noticeably worse for wear.

Across the perimeter, more Pokemon are visible, taking their aggression out on one another. A Flareon and Dusclops can be seen trading vicious blows and when a large Magmar turns, revealing itself to have the red eyes of an alpha, Ingo hastily ducks behind one of the rocky outcroppings to avoid drawing its ire.

As the three of them regain their breath and try to work out what they’re seeing, the world begins to rumble anew and, in a flash of swirling blue, the dome and its visitors vanish. The Celestica Trail is as it should be.

The last view is of Ingo raising a hand to the bill of his cap, shielding his eyes from the suddenly too-bright sun as he processes what just happened.

Chapter Text

Species: Alakazam

Location: n/a

Update: It seems Kadabra has an alternate method of evolution, at least within the Hisui region. Once he had the opportunity to recover from battle, he approached me with the cable he grabbed in the anomaly and asked to evolve. I have to admit, I didn’t understand at first, and was quite surprised when it worked. I wonder if this same item could be used to help Machoke and other like Pokemon evolve.

Species: Cranidos

Location: n/a (Anomalous Dome)

What I know: Rock type. With enough training, it evolves into Rampardos and, excepting its hidden ability, it's only known to have Mold Breaker. They’re incredibly rare due to the fact that they’ve been extinct for millions of years. The only known specimens are clones created from lingering DNA in fossils and offspring handled by professional breeders in attempts at conservation. They’re thought to be native to jungles, but every fossil-born specimen has been unearthed in the Sinnoh region, which has fascinating implications for what Hisui was like in its distant past. The science also suggests that they were steel types prior to being “revived”, and that the imperfect process replaced that with the more familiar rock typing. It’s unclear why, but as is the case with many of these cloned Pokemon, females are substantially less common than males.

Notes: It appeared in the black dome that manifested over the Celestica Trail. I didn’t see how it, specifically, got there, but did get a very good view of an Octillery… I hesitate to say ‘teleporting’ in, but I don’t have a better word for what I observed. It seems likely that all of the wild Pokemon present were displaced in this fashion, seemingly even through time.

Species: Magnemite

Location: n/a (Anomalous Dome)

What I know: Electric/steel type. If trained properly, it will evolve into Magneton, but its method of evolution into Magnezone is somewhat more contentious. Some claim it has to do with the magnetic fields a Magneton is exposed to, others say a thunder stone is plenty. Like Joltik, they feed on electricity, and have been known to cause power failures by damaging electric lines. While hatched with the ability to defy gravity, these Pokemon aren’t inherently immune to ground type moves, as they would be with Levitate; instead, their most common abilities are Magnet Pull and Sturdy, and the entire species lacks any gender.

Notes: Another Pokemon teleported in by one of the domes. I wasn’t able to make it to this one in time to see inside, but was able to witness this Magnemite wander beyond its radius. The Pokemon the last one summoned were sent away as it faded, so why was this any different? Because it strayed outside of the boundary? I feel bad for it; it’s stuck here now, too. I’m looking after it for now, and we’ll see if it we can’t get it back where it belongs.

Update: Despite being left wild and well within the bounds of one of these domes, Magnemite remained at my side when the storm passed. It seems they aren’t interchangeable, which makes sense if they’re teleporting Pokemon from different times-- as suggested by Cranidos-- and spaces, as Magnemite seems to indicate. I’m going to offer it a place with me and hope that its fate isn’t a sign of things to come.

2^nd Update: I’ve noticed a Magnezone take up a flying pattern over the Celestica Trail, and am unsure what to do about it. Surely it’s distressed and looking for its home, but I’ve yet to see it land for even a few seconds. I’m workshopping a better plan than ‘send Gliscor up to investigate’, which could reasonably be interpreted as hostility.

Species: Porygon

Location: n/a (Anomalous Dome)

What I know: Normal type. Through a series of upgrades, it will evolve into Porygon 2, and while the potential for a Porygon 3 is there, none have gone on record successfully evolving into one. Instead, they’re known to evolve into the corrupted Porygon Z. All three stages are composed of computer code, so their care requirements are unusual; like most Pokemon, they enjoy berries and poffins, but have no need to draw breath. Logically, if they lack lungs with which to breathe, they shouldn’t have anywhere to store the matter from snacks. Their most common abilities are Trace and Download. These are one of the most famous examples of artificial Pokemon, intentionally created by humans in the modern day.

Notes: This confirms that the storms pull Pokemon back in time as well as forward. It seems like that should be pertinent information, but as of right now, I don’t know how to use it; I need to understand more before making any hypotheses. As a full disclosure, I am not an expert on this Pokemon, so this information may be outdated. Or… predated. I’ll never get used to that.

Species: Bastiodon (Alpha)

Location: n/a (Anomalous Dome)

What I know: Rock/steel type. It’s known to evolve from Shieldon when trained properly, and its most common ability is Sturdy. Like Cranidos and Rampardos, they’re long extinct and can only be revived through cloning. Males are substantially more common than females.

Notes: This specimen confirms that alpha Pokemon also existed in Hisui’s distant past. Machamp pulled us through the encounter, but it was close.

Update: It’s belatedly occurred to me that this is the sort of Bastiodon I’m familiar with, which is to say, it’s a rock type clone. It’s not from the prehistoric past at all. It’s from the future. From Sinnoh. I had it backwards; does this then imply that the phenomenon of alpha Pokemon persists into the modern day?

Species: Machamp

Location: n/a

Update: I can confirm that the same type of cable Alakazam used to evolve was also effective on Machoke.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s a high humming nearby, but it stops as Magnemite is gently urged away from the Arc Phone. Once the interference has been dealt with, the caller begins.

“We’re on our commute back from the meeting, now. As expected, the Highlands are far from the only locale being affected by these… I’m not sure how to translate it, actually. Warden Calaba used a very specific turn of phrase, invoking Pearl Clan’s Almighty Sinnoh and its ties to space. From what I’ve observed, she’s not exactly wrong, but after the last time she berated me, I’m not about to bring up the temporal aspect with her.” The snow today seems especially crunchy as he walks through; it must be slightly old and frozen over. “I suppose the closest I can come to a direct translation is ‘spacial distortion’, though between you and me, I would call it a space-time distortion.”

Something swoops by and, judging by Ingo’s muted reaction, it seems safe to assume it’s a friendly Pokemon, checking in from an aerial watch.

“Language issues aside, we’ve determined that the distortions are likely connected to the rift above Mount Coronet. Given the aesthetic similarities and the pressure they both put a person under, it was hardly in debate, but it’s nice to see that we’ve all arrived at the same station for once.” He pauses and chuckles under his breath, "The pooling of information did indicate that I was the only warden foolish enough to venture into an active distortion field."

The buzzing grows louder again and, instead of shooing Magnemite away a second time, Ingo opts to adjust Rotom’s altitude, making up for that distance by raising his volume. From the sound of things, the steel type has been settled into his arms. “I stopped to check in with Sabi while I was here. Can you believe that her Elekid’s already evolved? She impressed upon me that, when I find the ‘funny box that makes him evolve again,’ she’ll have something to trade for it; I’m assuming she meant an electirizer. I’ll keep it in mind the next time I venture into a distortion.”

He lapses into silence for a moment, keeping up his pace without issue, even though the amount of crunching suggests the snow here isn’t particularly shallow. He’s come a long way from stumbling through it.

“The fact that they do connect Hisui through time and space is of the utmost importance, but I don’t see any way to utilize it as of yet; whether they connect to the modern day, or clear across the region is a branching route one can’t hope to anticipate. Moreover, they’re incredibly volatile. Even if there was a process to harness their temporal displacement, one would need to manage it while fighting back the ultra-aggressive Pokemon it summons. Not impossible by any means, but…” He sighs and a short buzz answers. It’s followed by a quiet exhalation of a laugh. “I’ll endeavor to keep an open mind, at least. It does seem to indicate that this is what I’m meant to act on in Hisui, and if that’s the case, I just need to remain vigilant and act when the time comes.”

It’s difficult to ascribe any specific meaning to the silence without visual cues, but it lapses from thoughtfulness into solemnity. After a moment, there’s a soft click and Magnemite gives a nervous, static hiss.

Voice cautious, though not fearful, Ingo says, “We’re nearing the alpha Mamoswine. I’ll call you back once we’re past.”

Click.

---

The trainers you passed most recently are:

Pokemon Trainer Coin

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Unaffiliated. She was still wearing a portion of her Pearl Clan tunic, and though I recognized part of Galaxy Team’s uniform, I’m uncertain what subsect it’s associated with.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: A Croagunk. I suspect it’s the same one that’s been watching me over the past weeks. Notably, she recalled it to a pokeball, in spite of the Pearl Clan’s beliefs against capturing Pokemon. I’m not saying this from a place of judgment; the break from custom is just an interesting discrepancy.

Notes (private): Despite the alias, she’s clearly Sadorn, and has made no attempt to hide that fact. I’m unsure who her companions were, but they attempted to team up on and get the better of me. Their attempted ambush was transparently an act of retaliation.

Pokemon Trainer Clover

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Unaffiliated, but she seemed to be wearing remnants of of a Ginkgo Guild merchant’s uniform.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: She fought with a Snover, which also had a dedicated pokeball.

Pokemon Trainer Charm

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Unaffiliated, but as was the case with Sadorn, she wore part of a Galaxy Team uniform.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: She used a Rhydon and Haunter, both of which had pokeballs.

---

A Worthy Offering: It’s about time to inspect Heart’s Home Arena and perform any necessary maintenance. While you’re at it, collect springy mushrooms and plump beans as a treat for Lady Sneasler. COMPLETE

Distortion on the Tracks: Strange reality-warping bubbles have started cropping up all across the Hisui region. You’ve pooled information to discover that they connect through time and space, and are very likely related to rift above Mount Coronet. Study the Pokemon within distortions to see what else you can learn from them.

Highway Robbery: You can confirm that Sadorn is alive and ne’er-do-well. Report this information back to the Pearl Clan and see if you can’t dig up anything about her compatriots. Galaxy Team might be able to tell you more.

---

Gliscor’s training has finally paid off; working together, we were able to stay airborne long enough to reach a distortion in the Wayward Wood and land safely ahead of schedule, which gave me a chance to watch the wild Pokemon there react to its presence. It should come as little surprise that none of them particularly appreciated it, but even the Parasect there seemed wary. None of them made a single attempt to chase me out of their territory.

As usual, Sabi’s prediction rang true. While exploring it, I noticed and was able to procure an electirizer. The next time I’m in the Icelands, I’ll turn it over to her. While I don’t particularly need anything in trade, she clearly had something in mind, and I have to admit that I’m curious what she’s deemed worth her while.

I half expect that she’s going to rig up another pop pod to startle me, but in and of itself, my suspicion renders that possibility moot. If she knows I’m onto her game, she’ll simply change course.

In that way, she reminds me of you.

---

As has become the norm, Rotom begins recording just prior to entering the distortion.

They’ve cut it somewhat close today, and the sound of roaring wind ushers Ingo and Gliscor in promptly, the Arc Phone trailing right after. He keeps his back to the boundary as it flares to life, hand idling over a pokeball before selecting it, and Gliscor splits off from him to get an overhead look as various odds and ends abruptly find themselves on the rocky ground of the Coronet Highlands.

It crows in delight and moves to grab something as its trainer releases a massive Basculegion.

The moment of anticipatory stillness breaks.

This time, the Pokemon startled into a rage is a Sylveon, which proves to be quite the unique sight. It’s quickly backed up by a Dusclops that, while large and aggressive, clearly isn’t an alpha. Basculegion focuses on its fellow ghost first, directed toward both the biggest target and greatest threat, and then moves onto the Sylveon.

Despite being newly evolved, she weathers the Pokemon that appear with an admirable tenacity, perhaps eager to demonstrate her prowess at moving across solid ground-- so when Gliscor shrieks, she’s immediately off, and her trainer has to sprint to keep up.

It’s difficult to say which part of the scene Gliscor was trying to call attention to: the alpha Scyther running amuck or the Cyndaquil it was terrorizing. Whichever it was, its cry comes not a moment too soon; Basculegion sets upon the alpha seconds too late to keep its vicious blades from the smaller Pokemon.

While she keeps it busy, Ingo tries to find a way to approach the Cyndaquil without scaring it or sacrificing speed.

The exact nature of its injury isn’t visible from the distance Rotom keeps, but the viewer can tell that it’s a step beyond ‘unable to battle’. Keeping half an eye on Basculegion-- who seems to need no instruction for the time being-- he rifles around in a pocket until he finds a potion jar. When he tries to touch it, the Cyndaquil weakly jerks away, and he says something to it that’s lost in the din of battle.

Behind him, the Scyther swings an agile Aerial Ace at Basculegion, following it with an X-Scissor that she practically shrugs off. It responds to her answering Shadow Ball with a frustrated Swords Dance. An observer can see the exact instant it switches strategies, and, from his behavior, so does Gliscor.

The bat’s tail wraps around one arm in time to keep its blade from falling, but is unable to stop the second, which finds purchase with a deafening tear. A ragged scream is promptly choked back, and both Pokemon retaliate furiously on their trainer’s behalf.

It’s a terrifying game of alpha versus alpha versus alpha, and so outnumbered, the Scyther is fighting for its life, simply refusing to let itself go down. The matter is only settled by the black-topped pokeball that collides with its snout, and with the damage it’s already sustained, the Scyther is unable to fight off being captured.

At the distortion’s edges, blue winds begin to creep up, and Gliscor swoops in to mantle over its injured human as the bubble of unreality pops.

“I’m alright,” Ingo gasps to the pair of Pokemon crowding in, betraying that he very much isn’t, “But we need to return to station. Our new friend needs help, and I’m up for repairs as well.”

Once Gliscor helps him up, he pockets a standard tumblestone-and-apricorn pokeball, and then spends a second considering the one still lying on the ground. When he moves to pick it up, he hisses through his teeth.

Gliscor looks between it and him, and bats it away with its tail, where Basculegion picks it up in her mouth. There’s a calculating look in her eye, and her jaw twitches as if to crunch down.

“Don’t.” Ingo tells the both of them, and then turns to limp away, trusting that his orders will be followed, no matter how much the Pokemon might disagree.

While unhappy with it, concern wins out, and the two alphas fall into line after him. Rotom zooms along too, once it’s made clear that they’re leaving.

As it does, it captures the long, bloody slash starting halfway up a dark coat.

Chapter Text

After months of inactivity, the Pokedex folder gets a handful of entirely new entries.

At first, they’re the a return to the norm: focused sketches of the subject, notes on their anatomy, and then a readout of conventional battling information, observed behaviors and needs. Incomplete entries are made on Cranidos and Porygon, which are then followed by a full breakdown on Magnemite.

Updates and new species make an occasional appearance, and then the subject pivots ever so slightly.

One after another, pictures of pen or charcoal sketches are added, but they lack any informative content entirely: pages and pages are filled with drawings of Pokemon, presumably made for fun.

If one were to look back, they would actually see the first signs days prior, in the head and long neck of a raptor whose body is overlapped by the entry on Bastiodon. The bird’s eyes are large and vacant, and its mouth is agape, depicted in the middle of a screech. In spite of that, it doesn’t look scared or angry. Screaming just seems to be its default state.

Later, that picture is seen in its entirety, filled in on a scrap of paper left over from something else. The raptor is sitting down, the talons poking out from its plumage resting near its feet, and its tail standing straight up in interest. It’s a ridiculous looking creature, though that might be down to the way the artist chose to position and depict it.

He’s gotten orders better since the first blobby attempt at a Bergmite; pen control doesn’t seem to be an issue any longer, and a recognizable style is beginning to emerge in those instances he isn’t directly referencing his subject. It is clear when he’s filling in the gaps from memory or making an educated guess-- the lines are less certain in those cases, doubling or tripling up to get the effect he’s after, leading to a darker, bulkier finished product.

The new additions to the Pokedex folder are a mixed bag of precision and improvisation. Another example-- a Cyndaquil curled up on a pillow, flames extinguished and fast asleep-- is rendered with the characteristic precision seen in later Pokedex entries, the only visible discrepancy the gap left to add in the bandages wrapped around it. This would be in direct contrast to a lumpy, trash-studded collage of a Pokemon with happy eyes and teeth like a bear trap, or two sets of interlocking gears, ambitiously depicted to meet one another at a right angle, where their tines can mesh without issue.

Sometimes, both styles are present in the same drawing, as is the case of a draconic Pokemon lying on its side, its arms clumsily posed to hold a much smaller bug to its chest. The posing is rough, clearly conjured without physical reference, but the details are filled in with an excruciating care, and the result is charming in the end product.

There are a lot of these pieces, only doubling up once each of the foreign Pokemon has had its turn, and the artist has clearly taken his time with all of them.

It’s unlike the device’s owner to spend so much time resting; this behavior has only been recorded once before, over a year prior.

---

Sabi surprised me twice over this afternoon. I should have expected her visit, considering I’ve had the electirizer sitting idle in my bag for over a week.

I wonder, did she try to point me away from venturing into the distortion? Did I simply not notice? She’s never been particularly forthcoming in how her visions work, so it’s just as likely that she didn’t know what was coming, either. She certainly did know that I’d been laid up for the past few days, however.

I’m not sure if it was her idea of a joke or if it can be chalked up to the fact that she’s eight, and thus thinks like an eight-year-old, but she accepted the electirizer while she was here, and then turned to pull a Rowlet out from under Lord Braviary’s wing. Well meaning though the gesture was, it’s not the most helpful when I’m already trying to acclimate Cyndaquil.

I still don’t know what to do with the Scyther. It would be one thing if she’d only attacked me, but I’m not entirely certain I can curb her violent tendencies, given the reaction I inspire in alphas.

Was it simply due to the circumstances, or is it a facet of her personality?

Is it even safe to release her into the Hisuian wild?

I’ve had entirely too much time to think on the matter, and still don’t have any answer to speak of.

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first notable detail is that, wherever the caller is, the air is still. The second is that, in spite of that, it’s not at all quiet. Dozens of small noises come across, from the content crackling of a fire to sleepy purring, to a rummaging that continues as the caller speaks up.

“I hope it’s not too unpleasant if I leave my device on speaker for the time being. While my test walks around Clamberclaw have been uneventful, I want to prepare before the commute to Jubilife, and will require the use of both hands for the crafting that entails.” Glass clinks against itself as he says that, and is then set down against wood. The pouring of water is audible, a sharp chop, and then a muted splash as something is submerged.

There are three long slices, and then repeated, careful chopping, “Truthfully, I don’t have anything to say that I haven’t already shared with you a dozen times over. I think the solitude has just been wearing on me, and so any semblance of human connection helps-- moreso than usual, at least. Considering how long I’ve been calling you, I can’t exactly blame that on my recovery period.”

A second spell of splashes can be heard-- smaller plinks and plunks in rapid succession-- and the water swishes around. The sounds seem to halt for a moment, but the telltale tear of a berry’s rind gives the game away.

“I know it’s frivolous to keep it up. Unlike our text correspondences, there’s absolutely no archive of these calls, and no feasible way for you to hear what I’m saying. I’d be just as well off thinking out loud.” There’s a soft ripping of pith, a firm chop and the sound of liquid filling a jar, “It just… helps. The ritual of speaking into a receiver, as though someone might hear me one day-- as though you might hear me some day in the far future.”

Water swishes again, and then the small pieces of plant life are deposited in the jar of juice. Glass slides against wood, set off to the side, and the methodical tearing of leaves begins.

“Is it delusional to keep that mindset? Is it an ideal I’m better off relinquishing? On some level, it seems that the harsh truth is that I’m stuck here, but with time, I’ve begun to believe there is still hope, no matter what.”

Eventually, he picks the knife back up and carefully carves away at something. There’s another firm chop and a series of slices. As that’s set aside for the time, the process of peeling a berry begins anew.

“Maybe it’s a personal problem; without you here to hold me in check, I simply can’t stop hoping, but by the same stroke you’re precisely why I can’t stop. The recursive nature is a little funny when you think about it. In a very similar vein, it has to be funny, or it’s unbearably sad instead.” Once the second jar is filled, he moves on, plucking leaves more delicately than before. The knife strokes used this time are smooth, almost fluid. After a moment, he adds something to the glass jar again and stirs it.

There’s a shuffling sound, and something new is added to preparation area. Jar, then jar, then chopped vegetation, then jar again are added to a larger vessel and left to rest.

He shifts in his seat and sighs. It turns into a small, rueful chuckle, “I used to wonder if I’d lost my mind-- if something didn’t happen after we parted ways, and the entirety of Hisui wasn’t just a dying dream. In a roundabout way, incidents like last week’s are helpful where that fear is concerned. One would imagine it would be difficult to die while already in the process of doing so-- though sheer incompetence can never be ruled out entirely.”

Nearby, something hoots, and wings beat briefly. There’s a feathery thump and, gently, Ingo says, “Ah, don’t disturb that, please. I still need to strain and divide it-- and I’m relatively certain Calaba’s instructions didn’t include Rowlet down.”

He goes quiet for a moment. The sounds around him continue.

“Don’t give me that look.”

There’s an indistinct sound, but it definitely signals swift movement. The lone human in the room yelps, and then exhales heavily. “As much as I appreciate it, please be gentle. He was only curious what I was doing.”

Rowlet hoots again, completely unharmed, but muted. There’s an answering hiss of a snicker from nearby.

“As you can tell, standard operations have resumed,” Ingo tells the device, affection clear in his tone, “We’re well on the way to getting back on track; a couple more days to see things settled, and I should be able to make the commute.”

There’s a pause, and then the device is picked up again.

“Even if you’re never going to hear this, I love you all, and miss you in ways that words simply can’t describe.”

---

Several snapshots are taken days later, each of them depicting the dark bubble of a space-time distortion. One is above in the Highlands, taken from an unusually low vantage point, and another is far off in the distance, the colors suggesting it occupies the boundary of the Crimson Mirelands.

Most, however, are caught along the trip through the Obsidian Fieldlands.

It’s unclear whether the increase is the novelty of seeing them in a different landscape-- if, until this point, the photographer simply didn’t try to capture them all in his home territory-- or if it might be something else.

It’s possible that, perhaps, they’re occurring more frequently.

---

It seems Rotom has grown rather attached to this device. I made a detour to the photography studio in order to let it depart, but it refused. It’s difficult to blame it; knowing the alternatives, it can be… difficult to adapt to Hisui’s technological level.

There’s no harm in letting it stay.

🤗

...that wasn’t me.

Rotom, please don’t do that.

😭

No, no that’s not what I

Can we talk about this face to screen

---

The trainers you passed most recently are:

Pokemon Trainer Charm

Notes (private): It seems she was one of those individuals who immigrated to Hisui to join Jubilife Village. According to Captain Sanqua, she was one of her Construction Corps members, and had numerous complaints about the way Galaxy Team ran their organization. She hasn’t been seen in some time, and it’s assumed that she deserted the village. Her name is Tabitha.

Pokemon Trainer Coin

Notes (private): She joined up with the Galaxy Team’s Agriculture Corps for several months, and seems to have left earlier this year. The assumption is that she returned to the Pearl Clan, but obviously that isn’t true.

Pokemon Trainer Clover

Notes (private): While she was unaffiliated with Galaxy Team itself, she did business here on behalf of the Ginkgo Guild. As was true of her compatriots, she seems to have sought out a life elsewhere. I’ve been informed that she joined the guild using the name Kandrake.

---

Diamond in a Rough Spot: A Diamond Clan woman called Kandrake and Lady Sneasler’s warden-in-training Sadorn have both vanished, unable to be tracked down even by Lord Ursaluna. Could these disappearances be connected? COMPLETE

Highway Robbery: You can confirm that Sadorn is alive and ne’er-do-well. Report this information back to the Pearl Clan, and see if you can’t dig up anything about her compatriots. Galaxy Team might be able to tell you more. COMPLETE

Miss Fortunate News: You’ve identified both Sadorn and Kandrake as two of the individuals lurking around the Highlands. They’ve long since moved on, but it’s only right to fill the clan leaders in on what you’ve learned.

---

Rotom’s motivation for starting to record is unclear, and the fact that it both can and will film its device’s owner without his knowledge raises ethical questions that will have to wait for another day.

The video begins mid-discussion, capturing two men’s backs. They’re not far from the Diamond Settlement, at the shore of Lake Valor, presumably to lend some semblance of privacy without delving into the wilderness. As usual, they speak in Hisuian but, strangely, while theirs is the only activity in the area, the Arc Phone slowly pivots away toward the Cloudpool Ridge, leaving their voices as the only metric to work from.

“—the description you’ve provided, I’m relatively certain it was Miss Kandrake.”

There’s a long silence.

“I’ll have to look into it myself.”  Says Adaman, his voice conflicted, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just on principle, you know? As glad as I am that she’s not lying dead somewhere out there, that’s… really disappointing to hear.”

“I can only imagine.” Ingo says, sympathetic.

In the foreground, a pair of Rhyhorn race past and scurry into their den.

“Thanks for bringing this to my attention. It wasn’t your responsibility to begin with, and especially now, no one would’ve expected you to bother.” He forces a laugh, “You really are wasted on the Pearl Clan, you know.”

There’s an uncertain hum as Ingo, presumably, tries to find a diplomatic response which doesn’t also throw his adopted clan onto the tracks.

In this one specific context, what happens next is lucky: he doesn’t have to worry about an answer.

Captured perfectly by the wayward Arc Phone, lightning splits the sky, arcing unerringly from the crack atop Mount Coronet. Though it strikes some distance away, the entire frame goes white as it lands, followed near instantly by a deafening crash. Unseen, the men startle violently. There are screams and shouts from the settlement not so far away.

“What… what just happened?” Ingo asks as the both of them unknowingly hurry into the frame, casting about for any clue.

“I don’t--”

As if in answer, a cry sounds from the peak of the ridge.

Adaman’s tone immediately changes. “That was Dredear. You should -- no, there’s no time for that. Come on, we’ll get to Brava Arena faster with the two of us.”

Setting the initiative, he starts off first with Leafeon at his heels, and Ingo hesitates long enough to pluck Gliscor’s pokeball from his belt and release it. A grimace pulls at his perpetual frown as he hurries to catch up.

Despite Adaman’s concern, there are no Pokemon that try to intercept them as they make the hasty trek up Cloudpool Ridge, but there is a shout from a woman, who goes tearing down the arena’s steps to speak with Adaman in frantic Hisuian.

Along the edge, the illuminated form of Lady Lilligant is impossible to miss.

Chapter Text

At the edge of Brava Arena, Lady Lilligant is lit from within. Where the yellow tinge might make a grass type look sickly, there’s nothing fragile about the aura she exudes as white hot eyes stare down at the gathered humans.

While her warden’s back is turned, she leaps into the air, body arcing into a perfect downwards strike, her supernaturally-intense gaze set. It should come as little surprise that she’s not interested in the members of the Diamond Clan.

Gliscor intervenes, diving to put himself between his still-recovering human and the furious noble, but can’t press the attack. When he winds up to use his wings in retaliation, Ingo both verbally forbids it and then recalls him so he physically can’t. Without letting his eyes stray from Lilligant, he tries to step back and resolve the issue.

Lilligant is unswayed, resuming her aggressive stance. It’s only the two-fold protection of Adaman’s Leafeon and the redheaded warden that stays her, even for a moment.

“Go!” Barks Adaman and, while it’s clear that instinct demands Ingo assist, he ultimately bows to the order.

Adaman and the woman aren’t far behind, Leafeon panting several paces after, reeling from the blows it took defending the humans.

While the camera accompanies them as they put distance between themselves and Brava Arena, it hesitates when a turn would remove all visibility and, instead, pivots to look back at the Noble Pokemon.

Her bright white eyes continue to stare down the path, and when nothing draws her attention, she resumes her post, head held high.

Off to the side, worried human voices chatter amongst one another.

The recording finally ends.

---

The Frenzy of the Lord of the Woods: Kleavor, the Lord of the Woods, seems to have been driven into a frenzy by a strange lightning strike. You must search for a way to quell his frenzy.

Raging Ridge: Lilligant, the Lady of the Ridge, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. Investigate the matter and find a way to quell her frenzy.

Scaling Perilous Heights: Electrode, the Lord of the Hollow, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. Investigate the matter and find a way to quell its frenzy.

The Slumbering Lord of the Tundra: Avalugg, the Lord of the Tundra, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. Investigate the matter and find a way to quell his frenzy.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“Dragons, where do I even begin?”

The speaker exhales heavily, presumably as he puts his thoughts in order.

“Well, I suppose it’s easiest to say that I suspect my wait is over; for all the early warning signs, this is likely why I’m still in Hisui. Two of the Pearl Clan’s Noble Pokemon and two of the Diamonds’ have been driven into some sort of… furor.” In a direct contrast to the wait before he began speaking, now the words spill as freely as water. “I didn’t see what happened in the moment, but later found that Rotom was recording at the time. I was able to review the footage just now. Some kind of lightning emerged from the rift and struck Dre-- sorry, Lady Lilligant. Arezu said as much to Adaman, and during our meeting, Lian and Gaeric had similar stories to tell.”

There’s a low hum, and-- almost to himself-- he says, “When I first saw the rift up close, I was put in the mind of the stories of Reshiram and Zekrom: black energy and white light. Logically, I know they can’t have any hand in Hisui’s history, as they vanished thousands of years ago-- even by my current standards-- but seeing that lightning, I was reminded again. What a horrible thing to make a person homesick.”

He pauses again before getting back on track.

“Most every one of the Pokemon that was struck began to rage, save for Lord Avalugg, thankfully. This may sound similar to alpha Pokemon, but it goes a step beyond aggression. It’s… not mindless exactly-- more that there’s a sense of it being beyond anyone’s control, even the Pokemon themselves. You could look at Lilligant and see that she was suffering for it.”

Fabric shuffles and, briefly, his voice goes somewhat muted. He must have been fiddling with his collar. “The Clans thus far are at a loss, but my device isn’t. It’s decided that these frenzies can be quelled, and that it’s my duty to see it through. Perhaps I can convince the Pearl Clan to let me intervene-- though as of right now, how to calm the nobles is well and truly beyond me-- but I don’t think the same can be said for the Diamond Clan. Adaman and I are on good terms, but for a member of the Pearl Clan to approach a Diamond Noble so boldly, it’s practically a war declaration. Even with Lilligant pressing the attack, I couldn’t allow Gliscor to defend me.”

He takes a deep breath. Before he begins to let it out, there’s the dull thunk of him resting his head against a solid surface. “It’s… a mess, Emmet. Maybe the outlook will be better in the morning, but it’s hard to see how right this moment. All I can do is continue to hope. I’ll call again soon-- love you.”

---

A series of photographs is taken, though in a vacuum, it would be incredibly difficult to tell what the subject is.

It’s incredibly large, scale lent by the sight of a man standing nearby in frame, his torso completely bare in spite of the snow creeping up around his knees. He’s very slightly silhouetted by the glow coming off of the massive creature, which makes any detail on it difficult to make out. Judging by the outline and archived photographs, however, one could make the educated guess that this is an impossibly huge Hisuian Avalugg.

Its eyes are closed and, throughout the various angles the photographer gets of it, they never open.

---

Oh, for crying out loud.

Really?

The torches? At a time like this?

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There is absolutely zero hesitation before the caller dives in.

“I’m going to kill him. May the clans forgive me, but I’m actually going to kill him.”

With that alarming declaration out of the way, there’s a frustrated groan.

“This isn’t about the torches-- not to worry, I’m not so far gone yet-- but it did come about as a result of my approaching Melli on a different matter. When I asked if I might be permitted into Moonview Arena to observe Marumine from a respectful distance, he told me something absolutely horrendous.” He pauses here, and whether there’s a practical reason or if he’s simply trying to build drama is untenable, “He claimed that the lightning strikes are a sign of Sinnoh’s favor, and that the frenzies are meant to go unchecked. How can he be so callous? It’s as if he can’t even recognize the fact that the noble he serves is in agony!”

Somewhere in the background, a dull thump sounds. When it’s followed by the much closer, more human thump of a body dropping onto a futon, the cause becomes that much clearer. “I couldn’t say anything about it, of course. Not only am I not Marumine’s warden, but to insult Melli to his face like that when tensions are already so high would only spell disaster, so I had to stand there and… well, not smile, but accept it.”

He takes a remarkably deep breath in, trying to quell himself, and then slowly lets it out.

“I suppose it’s a problem for another time. Even if Melli’s mindset hadn’t been so extreme, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about Marumine today-- not when we’re still trying to settle our own nobles. It’s just…” He breaks off with a hiss, and doesn’t elaborate any further. That’s fine. His point gets across.

There’s a warbling sound, and a small amount of tension-- inaudible, but there none the less-- begins to ebb.

“Thank you, Samurott.” He says ruefully, and can be heard running his fingers through its mane.

A second later, he says, “I’m sorry about that. It’s just… difficult see a Pokemon so distressed without any way to assist, and Melli’s lack of empathy is infuriating. Perhaps it’s actually a good thing that I’ll be departing for Grandtree Arena in the morning; I suspect the space will help. Seems the Pearl Clan may have been on the right track after all.”

---

A handful of Galaxy Corpsmen were in the Heartwood when I arrived this afternoon. Lian was struggling to convince them away, so I intervened.

It was quite surprising to see Professor Laventon so far from Jubilife Village, but he was among their number, perhaps due to his research into the native fauna. We spoke for some time on the matter of the rift and the frenzies themselves, discussing what it might take to quell the rage that the nobles have fallen into.

I’m not sure what caused it, but midway through our conversation, he became noticeably distracted and hurried away not long after.

I hope I didn’t say something to offend him.

---

The recording starts up mid-sentence, the Arc Phone focused on its owner.

“—out of view. Sticking to trees would be ideal. Do you think you can do that?” Ingo asks the Rotom directly, expression troubled.

It gives an emphatic tilt of affirmation and his lips twitch in a failed smile. “I’m sorry to ask this of you; perhaps if I had another few days to finish healing, I could manage, but…”

Rotom chatters a dismissal and zooms off into the Heartwood, up an incline that overlooks the Grandtree Arena. Funnily enough, the angle of approach-- if not the altitude involved-- is exactly the same as it was the last time this area was scouted.

What it observes of Lord Kleavor is interesting, but not terribly surprising. He stalks the perimeter of his territory and raises his axes against the central tree, expressing the fury that radiates out through his body. Mighty as he is, against such an ancient foe, the damage is minimal; even though he has to pull his entire body back to wrench his blades free, the mark they leave barely even registers on the camera, lost deep in the crevices of the bark.

Rotom records several minutes of footage before Kleavor takes its axes to the trunk in a different capacity, using them to hook into and scale the tree. The frame pans up to watch, but eventually loses him among the branches. It waits for a spell, but when the canopy remains still, decides its task is complete and goes zooming back through the forest at a dizzying rate.

When it returns, its operator isn’t alone any longer. A second man has joined him safely away from the arena’s entrance and they seem to be deep in discussion. Shockingly, they’re speaking in plain Galarian-- albeit it with their own distinct affects.

“—different types of berry, isn’t that right?” Asks the man in the white coat, arms held up in anticipation, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. His speech leans dramatically toward the Galar-specific dialect, colored with lingering Hisuian.

Ingo nods, hands folded neatly behind his back-- though, in this instance, he’s gone out of his way not to make physical contact with the area, “Correct. As you’ve observed, Pokemon have different dietary needs, but their tastes still vary widely between them. Figy berries, for instance, will confuse or stun a Pokemon that can’t handle spicy foods.”

“Oh, very good!” Says the other, beaming, and when Ingo cocks his head, he adds, “Couldn’t we use that, then, to pacify these frenzied Pokemon? If attacking head-on is out of the question, we’ll simply have to use an inside-out approach!”

“That’s… a fascinating application. It could very well be exactly what we need.” Ingo half-turns as the Arc Phone swoops in, and his companion startles. Even when it drops into its owner's waiting hands, the other man keeps his eyes on it. “Thank you for cooperating, Rotom. I’ll review the footage as soon as we follow up on this.”

The last thing said before the recording ends is, “Professor Laventon, would you join me in speaking with Warden Lian?”

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“Well,” Says the caller, half resigned sigh, half terse apprehension, “That’s that, then. Irida has signed off on the Professor’s proposed track-- on the condition that Basagiri’s actual quelling is handled within the clan itself. It’s not surprising; I always knew it was a matter that would run strictly along the clan lines. Lian will be involved, of course, helping with the balms we’re still preparing, but I’ll be handling the conflict itself.”

The sounds of the Heartwood around him are muted; it’s still teeming with sound, but those inhabitants are hushed and nervous as their protector rages in the woods’ depths. In the middle-distance, Lord Kleavor screams in rage and, for a moment, any ambient noise falls silent. The same holds true for the one-sided phone call.

Eventually, as life creeps back into the environment, Ingo continues.

“For all my complaints of missing a good battle, I’m actually very nervous. Even though modern battle etiquette hasn’t been established here, there are still courtesies you can expect from another trainer, and they simply don’t exist when your opponent is a wild Pokemon.” He hesitates, and then quietly adds, “There’s a portion of me that wishes it hadn’t been Basagiri first. While the wound isn’t threatening to tear open any longer, I still can’t lay comfortably on my back, and an alpha Scyther… as much damage as it can and has done, Basagiri can undoubtedly do worse.”

There’s a pause and then a small, almost helpless, laugh, “Although, compared to Crebase, perhaps this is the kindest angle of approach.”

He takes a deep breath, “The only thing for it is to keep to schedule; the less time wasted, the less there is to fret. If it really is the next stop on the route home, then I have no choice but to see this matter through.”

“...Wish me luck?”

Click.

---

A picture is snapped and then referenced many, many times over.

It’s of a diagram that details how to fold a broad, round leaf into some form of sachet. One of those very leaves can be seen poking into the frame, overlapping the instructions’ corner. It’s not the most intricate project-- the folds are simple and the end product will be held together with a measure of string-- but the construction matters since they seem to be meant for throwing and, more specifically, to break apart, releasing their contents upon impact.

There’s only a picture of the end result-- several dozen sachets, their quality widely ranging-- but Rotom does sneak in a quick snippet of how production went. It involves a lot of muttering under the breath, folding and refolding. At one point, a child in a wide-brimmed hat walks over, laughs, and then offers a hand. The help is appreciated, particularly in regards to tying the parcels off.

Rotom doesn’t risk much longer, lest they notice. It lays back down on the ground, ending the recording.

---

The Arc Phone shivers back to life, clearly without its operator’s knowledge, as the man sets foot in the arena it surveyed the previous afternoon. A stripe of light brown breaks up his usual dark color scheme, spanning from one shoulder to the opposite hip, where a woven basket hangs. From the angle Rotom has, the viewer can pick out the leaf parcels he’d been helping to craft earlier that day.

Though he steps carefully, there’s a stiffness to the way he holds himself, be it nerves or pain, and his hand tightens around the pokeball in his grasp. His head is constantly moving, on the lookout for the Pokemon that dwells here, and it doesn’t take much to find it.

Lord Kleavor drops from the Grandtree’s canopy, axes embedding themselves brutally into the ground before him.

The man is instantly in motion, defaulting not to the balms on hand, but the pokeball, using the secondary presence as a distraction to cover for his awkward movement. Alakazam blips from one side of the Lord to the other, holding its attention while its human changes track, and the first of the balms finds its mark against Kleavor.

The strategy holds until Kleavor changes its stance, engaging fully in battle, and while Alakazam gets a heavy Psychic in, the combined weight of Kleavor’s type advantage and overwhelming might quickly brings it to its knees.

Basculegion takes up the fight after it, hitting home with two Water Pulses back to back, and it’s enough to put Kleavor on the defensive; the glow encompassing his body wards off any attack for the time being.

While the two Pokemon engage, Ingo carefully angles toward the arena’s edge. It gives him the room to step out of Kleavor’s path when it charges him, and then he goads it directly into the wall on its next attempt. The time the Lord of the Woods spends in recoil gives him an opportunity to pelt it again-- aim precise even as he urgently backs away-- and Basculegion gleefully interposes herself between the two when given the chance.

As Kleavor’s rage ebbs just enough for him to become vulnerable to attack, he’s immediately hit with another Water Pulse. The barrage is almost comical.

With Basculegion covering him, Ingo begins to find a new angle of attack, trying to set the trick up once more. There’s fear in his eyes, but rather than darting around, he moves with a slow deliberateness, careful not to draw attention to himself while the Pokemon are exchanging blows.

Unfortunately, when Kleavor breaks away, shining with its fury, it doesn’t fall for the feint again, forcing him to turn his back and sprint in the opposite direction. It swings one of its mighty axes, but only catches a bit of fabric before abandoning its stance to give chase.

Across the arena, Basculegion-- wearing down, but still ready and eager to fight-- turns the other way to head the both of them off. There’s a flash of blue and green scales as she uses her very body as a shield, her species no stranger to powering through damage in the pursuit of victory. It means she goes down before she can attack again, but it also gives her trainer plenty of time to go on the offense, himself.

Magneton is up next, carrying the baton for Basculegion, and while it lacks the fortitude of an alpha Pokemon or the firepower of its full evolution, it’s able to accomplish a surprising amount while it’s active. The first of the two blows it takes makes it clear that it has a limited amount of time to make a difference, and it follows its trainer’s command without hesitation: an agile Thunder Wave promptly followed with Flash Cannon, and it’s enough to stun Kleavor for the moment. With the opening, it sneaks in another, stronger Flash Cannon before being struck down.

This time, Kleavor doesn’t waste a moment, swiping both axes through the air furiously and, rightfully wary, Ingo continues to keep the distance between them until it makes to close the gap, arms at the ready. When it does, he makes a sharp left hand turn, putting himself directly between Kleavor and the Grandtree, and stays there. Both hands go to the basket at his side.

In one fluid move, Kleavor follows the turn and uses that momentum to lean into its attack. Ingo lets himself drop beneath the axes, hard to the ground. It costs him time to get back up to his knees, but it’s time he’s bought himself: Kleavor’s rage combined with its velocity would have made for a lethal blow, but only to a human or Pokemon. What the Lord of the Woods has actually struck is the arena’s namesake.

With Kleavor’s axes safely sheathed deep into the Grandtree, Ingo uses his position to rip the basket from his side and shove it directly into the noble’s face. Unable to free itself and retreat, Kleavor has no other option but to breathe the balms in.

The glow encompassing his body begins to recede. It would be possible to attack him, but Ingo makes no move to send out another Pokemon, focused instead on his current strategy, and sure enough, the desperation to break away slowly calms. As the golden energy fades and its natural brown exoskeleton begins to peek back through, he takes the chance to lay a hand on one of its impossibly-thin arms, muttering quietly to it. The Arc Phone can’t pick the specifics up until Rotom draws closer, and by then, all it catches is, “--better than throwing an ultra ball at you, now isn’t it?”

When Kleavor’s struggling ceases entirely, he lets the basket drop and ducks beneath its arm so he’s no longer trapped between the noble’s body and the tree.

“Will you let me help you?” He asks, gesturing to its axes.

Kleavor snorts, and he seems to take it as some kind of confirmation, because he reaches out in full to assist in working the blade free. Even with the both of them focused on their task, it takes several minutes, giving those few spectators time to rush in.

The Lord of the Woods huffs and, before it breaks off to greet its warden, nudges the basket toward Ingo. He glances at it briefly, a brow twitching up, but quickly moves his attention to Lian and Kleavor. As the latter nudges the former in apology, his form relaxes and he lets himself lean a shoulder against the Grandtree.

Irida also watches the pair for a moment before walking over to join him. “It works.”

“Seems that it does.” Ingo says mildly, giving himself the moment to breathe.

“Can we calm Crebase using the same methods? I know it’s not fair for me to ask you to repeat such a dangerous task, but…”

“I will.”

Irida spends a moment looking at him, then her gaze strays to the side, where she reaches out to touch the deep gouges left in the tree’s trunk. “I’ve never seen battling quite like that before. It was incredibly intense.”

Unseen by the clan leader, the corners of Ingo’s mouth lift, briefly and involuntarily.

“It was.” He says, a note of inexplicable amusement shining through in his tone, “One might say it was a very, very serious battle.”

Unable to contain it any longer, he hides amused eyes behind the brim of his hat, and tries to stifle the laughter that begins to overtake him.

“Those are the best kind, you know.”

---

The Frenzy of the Lord of the Woods: Kleavor, the Lord of the Woods, seems to have been driven into a frenzy by a strange lightning strike. You must search for a way to quell his frenzy. COMPLETE

---

A snapshot is taken, displaying a slab of verdant stone nestled at the top of a basket. Beneath it lies a bed of caster fern pouches. In meticulously carved Hisuian characters, its face reads: Where all creation was born, that is the being's place of origin.

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I take back what I said about Basagiri.

The thought of starting with Crebase is… unfathomable. Even with the experience of quelling the Lord of the Woods first, knowing that the methods were viable, it was a thoroughly chilling experience. I’m not sure I could have done it without that battle prior.

Ah.

Well, rereading that, I’m sure you hated the pun, but I promise it was incidental.

That’s both of the Pearl Clan’s afflicted nobles taken care of, now. I’m going to approach Adaman and see if there isn’t any way I can help quell Dredear and Marumine as well. The answer is likely no, in which case I’m not entirely sure how to address the tasks I’ve been given, but I’m sure it’s a problem with a solution.

Even if I do somehow find Adaman’s blessing, there’s still the matter of Melli.

...every day we interact, I stray farther and farther from the Dragons’ lights.

---

Sympathy Pangs: Ursaluna, the Pokémon served by the Warden Calaba, seems to be raging out of control. But why? There have been no lightning strikes reported recently... COMPLETE

Raging Ridge: Lilligant, the Lady of the Ridge, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. Investigate the matter and find a way to quell her frenzy. COMPLETE

---

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

“I’m sorry about before, but I do have time to talk now.” Says the caller, audibly exhausted.

There’s a swish of fabric, followed by a muted cluck of the tongue; those familiar with Ingo would recognize that he was disappointed in something, but the specifics are left a mystery. It’s followed by something else being set down, and then a human lowering himself onto a futon. After that, one might catch an immediate scampering of multiple sets feet.

“That should be all of them.” He says, once he’s caught his breath again, “I don’t know why some nobles were affected and not others, but I’m not looking a gift Blitzle in the mouth-- not after Marumine.”

In the background, there’s a high ‘quiiiiiil!’ that goes without response.

“I knew going in that it would be difficult, between it being an Electrode and Melli’s involvement. I don’t think it was even possible to anticipate the amount of resistance I encountered, though. Not only did I have to ask Adaman for his direct involvement for Melli to budge even an inch, but when I arrived in the Highlands, Sneasler required assistance, too.”

There’s a shuffle directly against the receiver and a buzz of disapproval; it’s followed by a quiet command for Cyndaquil to remove herself from the Arc Phone and, instead, find a spot wherever Ingo indicates. She trills for a second time, and Rotom’s static grumbling ends.

His voice is muffled for a moment, and, presumably, he maneuvers the mouse away from his face, into a more workable position-- but he never actually confirms what the sounds are. “Sadorn and her accomplices were making the most of my absence, and causing no end to trouble in the Highlands, seemingly in an attempt to settle the score against Sneasler. Sneasler could have retaliated herself, of course, but I’m proud of her for how she handled the situation. Stolen bits of statuary, entire trees plucked clean of berries, Pokemon scared into territories they didn’t belong… it was incredibly petty, and to what end? To cause a noble to go out of her way during a time of crisis? It’s bizarre that they braved the territory to begin with when Marumine was so volatile.”

A lull hangs for roughly half a minute, during which a number of Pokemon can be heard in the background. Small, feathery wings buffet at another teammate and a snuffling, shifting stone scrapes against something.

“We tracked them down while Adaman was attempting to talk sense into Melli, and while it wasn’t difficult to run them out, I have to wonder what the logic is. Sadorn voluntarily abdicated her role, so why return here? Regret? Spite? Without being a mind reader, it’s impossible to say.”

He shifts upright, and Cyndaquil squeals delightedly as she audibly rolls down onto the futon. “Moving along-- as expected, we saw no quarter from Melli, who went so far as to lament the end of his Lord’s frenzy. I’ll go no further into that; you already know everything I have to say on the matter. Marumine itself was challenging, but I daresay I was the only one too affected by its explosive properties; Gliscor was able to stay well out of range until I needed him to battle. Against a ground type Pokemon, the Lord’s only recourse was to use Energy Ball, which was no more effective against Gliscor than a normal type move would have been. It eventually got the better of him by virtue of being such a powerful Pokemon, but it was worn down to the point that Magneton was able to carry us the rest of the way toward victory. It’s been an incredible help, and while I’m sorry that it also found itself stuck here, I am glad for its cooperation.”

There’s a pause, marking the primary topic’s conclusion before he moves on in a different direction.

“When it asked to evolve shortly thereafter, I simply couldn’t refuse. I wonder if it wanted the honor of evolving before the Lord of the territory, thus marking its accomplishment? Or perhaps it was too excited to wait. While we take the time to rest, I’m going to work with Nosepass a bit more, just in case she wants to seize this opportunity, too.” It’s marked with several subtle, thoughtful clicks, “I’m not sure whether we’ll take a full week, but everyone has certainly earned a break. In spite of what my device says, I haven’t heard any news out of the Coastlands, so it can’t be urgent; Palina would have gotten in contact with someone, otherwise.”

He goes quiet for a minute, the content purr from Cyndaquil suggesting that he’s using that time to continue idly petting down her back.

“The rift is still as bright as the day it tore open,” He eventually says, “So there has to be something else. I don’t know if it lies in the direction of the Coastlands or elsewhere entirely, but it’s not just the frenzies. To get my hopes up now would be setting myself up for derailment; we’ll just have to see what the next stop truly is.”

---

Volo again. He tried to sneak up on me for some reason. I don’t pretend to understand that man.

At the very least, his concerns were valid ones; everyone was made aware of the frenzies, but it seems news of their end has been slow to disseminate. That’s reasonable enough; were I in his position, I would also want to be sure it was safe before setting course for such treacherous ground.

Hopefully he’ll carry that information to Jubilife more effectively than he distributes his wares.

Palina was a different matter entirely. The young Lord Growlithe has been upset lately, disturbed by alleged phantasms of the late Windie, and even his companion hasn’t been able to soothe his nerves. I promised to help look into the matter; the territory’s population of ghosts makes it likely that the poor pup is being played for a fool, and he doesn’t deserve that. No one does, but especially not a grieving child.

Perhaps I’ll see if I can’t convince Iscan to get involved. He could use some experience where ghost types are involved, to show him that Idaitou isn’t the exception to the rule. Surely he would cooperate if I were to mention that it was for Palina's sake.

...And Lord Growlithe's too, of course.

Hm. On second thought, maybe I should keep those two endeavors separate. If the ghosts ARE tricking Growlithe, that would only convince Iscan that he’s right to be frightened. I’ll afford it more thorough consideration before acting on anything.

---

When it Rains…: It seems the Miss Fortune sisters have taken advantage of your absence to sew chaos in the Highlands’ foothills. Help Sneasler track the bandits down and see if you can’t settle this. COMPLETE

Scaling Perilous Heights: Electrode, the Lord of the Hollow, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. Investigate the matter and find a way to quell its frenzy. COMPLETE

The Lordless Island: Arcanine, new Lord of the Isles, has been driven into a frenzy by the strange lightning. There’s nothing left to do but quell his frenzy.

---

An image is taken and then immediately filed under Miscellaneous: Stone Plates. It features two brightly-colored tablets, one blue and one red, both resting in the pale sand of the Cobalt Coastlands. They’re uniform in dimensions and bear writing on their otherwise-pristine faces, which seems to be the subject of interest. Two follow up photos are taken shortly thereafter, just to ensure that the Hisuian characters are clear enough to read.

In the last one, focusing on the red plate, a splash of color is visible on the frame’s rightmost edge: a pair of vermilion paws.

The device is pocketed, but Rotom is uninterested in hibernation-- still riding the high of the battle on Firespit Island-- and emerges already recording.

“Hello again.” Ingo says to the approaching Growlithe. He’s balancing on one knee, inches from the surf, frozen where he’d been taking the pictures.

The Growlithe whines and snuffles at his hands, reading into the scents it finds there. One has to wonder what it might make of the blend: the newly evolved Lord Arcanine, iapapa berries and singed fabric. Whatever it thinks, its covered eyes give nothing away. Eventually it yips at him and stares out over the water, toward Firespit. In this, it couldn’t make itself any clearer.

Ingo looks between it and the island, and his resolve immediately cracks.

“I’ll take you to him.” He says, sinking a hand into the fur of its neck and moving up to scratch behind an ear, “Can you ride on Idaitou with me, or is it too much?”

The Growlithe considers him and then moves away to dip its toes into the waves. It almost immediately prances back, barking in alarm, but then looks to the faraway island and slowly, determinedly wades in again, holding back a whine.

“That won’t be necessary.” Ingo tells it, scooping up the plates and turning to call for Lord Basculegion. When the noble does a u-turn and starts heading their way, he addresses the pup again, “Stay still and remain calm while we’re in transit, please. You may get water on your person, but there’s no reason to be afraid; I’ll see to it that you arrive safely at your destination. All I ask is for your trust.”

While he’s busy loading a squirming fire type into the harness on Lord Basculegion’s back, the Arc Phone slips silently into his pocket once more.

---

[A picture of the horizon line, taken from the tent just outside of Heart’s Home Arena. The Coronet Highlands themselves are utterly unremarkable. The same cannot be said for the sky.]

Okay.

Fine.

I'm the one who remarked upon the rift's static appearance.

This might as well happen, now.

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A number of photographs are taken using the unnatural sky as a focal point.

Some have it on display to the exclusion of all else, and these offer a fantastic look at what, exactly, is going on. The skyline is awash in murky green and poisonous purple, bleeding together like the body of a Spiritomb. Most notable, however, and certainly the easiest to pick out, are what can only be described as incorporeal panels lined up in perfectly parallel rows, slowly crossing the sky like geometric clouds. If one had the frame of reference, they might compare the shape and color to the massive gem held by a Mega Sableye.

Reasonably preoccupied with this change in the landscape, the photographer focuses on it for some time, trying different vantage points to see what might be read into it.

When he turns his camera on the rift, the cracks reach wider than they ever had before, branching out into brilliant splinters of light that surpass their storm of origin. Another image follows, this time from much closer up. From this perspective, the rift is so bright that it drowns out the sky beyond it. In a counter-productive way, it’s almost like nothing-- save for this glaring affront to nature-- is wrong.

While he’s there, a single picture is taken of the Coronet Highlands from this perspective. Lit in red, the landscape seems almost alien, in spite of the fact that it’s exactly as it always has been. There’s no second photograph, and it’s easy to tell why. It’s a deeply unnerving sight.

The trip down paints a portrait of its own: where Pokemon had hidden away from the rift and fled distortions, they’re there to be observed in this environment. They aren’t depicted following their usual patterns, however; while not frenzied, their behavior is almost on par with their alpha variants: aggressive and quick to battle amongst one another for barely any reason at all.

When the device’s owner snaps a picture of the Bronzor telepathically fighting one another along a steep ravine, a humanoid figure can be made out at the incline’s base, frozen as it waves up to him.

The pictures don’t stop there, but the perspective changes drastically. Instead of being taken from a human’s point of view, they come from up in the air, angled down to observe the world below. It’s like this that the Arc Phone trails after Ingo and Irida, all the way to the base of the mountain where many of the other wardens-- Diamond and Pearl alike-- have assembled.

They seem to be deep in discussion, but Rotom quickly grows bored and-- after a picture in which Ingo has most definitely caught it zooming around-- stops, leaving the specifics up to the viewer’s imagination.

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A short snippet of video is captured later that day, the Arc Phone safely back in human hands.

The circumstance is one that’s been seen before, if not to such a magnitude: an entire group of people and Pokemon moving together, clan lines blending into nothingness. Irida and Adaman take up the front, flanked respectively by their Glaceon and Leafeon.

Palina and Iscan and Mai and Lian stick noticeably closer together, while Calaba and Melli keep their distance from the others. Bibarel dutifully trots with its human, and Skuntank lumbers along, keeping one side of the procession safe from attack. Gaeric can be seen nearby, helping to defend from the back.

Sabi sticks with the cameraman-- the most of her that can be seen at once a mass of green hair or the glimpse of a hat-- and Arezu is walking with her head turned back, quietly, awkwardly, chatting with either her fellow Diamond Warden or one of the Pearls.

As aggressive as the wild Pokemon have demonstrated themselves, only one makes any attempt to attack such a large group. The fact that there are several fearsome-looking Pokemon guarding their chosen humans almost certainly helps to ward them off.

The recording lasts for just a few minutes, focused more on what’s become of the Obsidian Fieldlands and its native species than the people it captures in passing. Ingo doesn’t breathe a word of commentary throughout, his only input in direct response to something Arezu asks.

Wherever their destination lay, they still have a great deal of distance to cross.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first thing that comes across is the distant sound of rolling waves. Not long after, there’s a snore from somewhere much closer to the receiver.

When the caller does speak, it’s hushed-- and not only out of courtesy for the fact that someone is sleeping nearby. There’s no small amount of something like gratitude in his tone.

“We met with Galaxy Team in regards to,” He hesitates and then lands on, “...the situation, hoping to cooperate for the sake of everyone living here. The commander was convinced that the current situation was connected to the quelling of the nobles, and working from the information he had at the time, his logic was sound. Frankly, it's my belief that pride was the only thing keeping Melli from agreeing with him.”

From one side, there’s a familiar trilling hiss of an exhale, indicating that Gliscor is very near. On the other-- almost as an answer to the bat-- there’s a smaller, more human sound.

He lowers his voice further. “As Professor Laventon was already aware of my direct involvement, I saw no reason to obfuscate the truth, and attempted to draw Kamado’s ire away from the clans; it was my belief that, in distancing myself, it would enable the larger factions to work as a whole. Irida... wouldn't hear it. She told the commander that I was acting under her orders, and if he took issue with that, he should consider it a declaration against the Pearl Clan itself. I-- I never could have anticipated that she would protect me.”

There’s a soft sound; it comes across as white noise at first, and slowly develops into a pattern-- a scoop and then shifting sand, cascading down from a small height. While not anxious, exactly, there’s a nervousness to be read into it: hands seeking something to do, some way to ground themselves now that the situation has taken an unexpected turn.

“...Adaman put the Diamond Clan’s lot in with us, as well.” There’s a short, stifled laugh, “I saw Melli make a face, but he didn’t say anything to stop him. None of the wardens did. I can still scarcely believe it.”

He takes a slow breath, and Gliscor can be heard nuzzling its face into its human’s neck. “We’re resting outside of the village for the night; now that we’ve found somewhat common ground, we can start working on how to solve this problem. In spite of the circumstances, it’s incredible to see the clans cooperate like this.”

It sounds like that’s not the only thing on his mind, but he’s interrupted by a deliberately muted, girlish voice.

“You should really sleep. You’re going to need it when Volo gets to the village tomorrow.”

There’s a pause. “I see; the warning is much appreciated. Give me just a moment and we’ll both try to get some shut eye, alright?”

He’s answered by a sleepy hum.

“It’s been suggested that I pull the brakes on this conversation for the time being, so I’ll speak with you later. There isn’t much more to share at the moment, anyway. Rest well in the meantime, won’t you?”

Click.

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The trainers you passed most recently are:

Commander Kamado

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Leader of Galaxy Team and Jubilife Village

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Unknown.

Pokemon Trainer Volo

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Strangely, he didn’t use his Togepi or Gible when he challenged me, today. Instead, he battled with a Lucario that I’d never seen accompanying him before. While it could be a recent capture, that seems unlikely, as Lucario only evolve with a strong bond, and short of the alpha in the Icebound Falls, I’ve never seen one running wild. Perhaps when we met, he was trying to raise a newly acquired Pokemon, and I simply never battled this one?

Miss Cogita

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Unaffiliated.

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Independent inhabitant of Hisui.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Unknown.

Notes (private): She shares a striking resemblance with Volo and, by extension, former Champion Cynthia in the modern day. Far be it from me to speculate why people might look alike, but from what I gather, they don’t seem to have a familial connection with one another.

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I don’t want to speak aloud right now. For all that Volo telegraphs without meaning to, this Miss Cogita is much more difficult to read, and far more perceptive. Though it seems incredibly unlikely that she would understand Unovan vernacular, I can’t help but feel that it isn’t out of the question entirely.

We’ve never met before, but she took one look and declared that I’d become unmoored in time and space. She’s correct, of course, and that bodes well for the rest of the advice she offered, but it was still quite unnerving to be seen through so easily. Do you feel like this all the time?

She suggested that our best course of action is to forge something called the red chain. Absent any other solution, that’s my current destination.

...Our current destination, rather.

Irida has decided that, as I’m part of her clan, it’s her duty to accompany me. I tried to convince her that she has no such obligation, but she was unmoved. She’s an incredibly willful young woman, and woe be anyone who underestimates her.

We’ll be heading to each of Hisui’s major lakes in turn; as it’s the nearest, Lake Valor is first on our commute. I’m unsure precisely what lies ahead, but suspect it will be another left turn to add to our circuitous track.

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Species: Azelf

Location: Lake Valor, Crimson Mirelands

What I think I know: Likely a psychic type, given its telepathic powers. Ability unknown. Evolutions are unknown but, being that it’s a legendary Pokemon, likely don’t exist. It seems to be tied to willpower.

Notes: I didn’t actually battle it, but rather an alpha Overqwil; at this point in time, my observations are surface level, and, admittedly, rather lackluster.

UPDATE: You are correct. To aid your understanding, Azelf is the embodiment of Willpower, or determination as some say. Those tales of humans losing the will to live after touching it are greatly exaggerated. If, next you meet, it gives you the opportunity, scratch behind its crest. It will never admit to it, but that’s its favorite spot.

SPECIES: Uxie

LOCATION: Lake Acuity, Alabaster Icelands

FACTS: Azelf, Mesprit and I each fall under the umbrella of “psychic type” Pokemon, and share the “Levitate” ability. As is true of most so-called “legendary” Pokemon, we do not evolve from or into any other Pokemon. I am the embodiment of Knowledge. I try not to let it go to my head. (You like jokes. Was that funny?)

NOTES: You may be interested to hear that my siblings and I once shared the same egg, and are effectively triplets.

SPECIES: Mesprit

LOCATION: Lake Verity, Obsidian Fieldlands

FACTS: A psychic type Pokemon without evolutions and with the ability “Levitate”. Mesprit is the embodiment of Emotion. You would do well to meditate on what that might entail before approaching it, for your own sake.

NOTES: Good luck!

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Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

There’s a long pause before the caller says anything; during that time, a listener might catch a muffled sound in the background. Just before he speaks, he stifles a sniffle into some manner of fabric, betraying exactly what the noise had been.

“It’s nothing.” He says, voice tight, “Truthfully, I knew it wouldn’t work on the seven-hundredth try. I had just-- I had hoped it might.”

Click.

---

Species: Mesprit

Update: Unnecessarily cruel, for what's said to be a being of emotion.

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There’s radio silence on the Arc Phone for the better portion of two days. Its ability to track itself across Hisui reveals that it moves from Lake Verity to Jubilife Village, and then books it to the Coronet Highlands.

The camera feature is enabled on what’s recognizably Heavenward Lookout, and, surprisingly, the device is instructed to take to the air instead of being manually operated, as its owner seems to prefer.

“Help Gliscor. If you see any of the Security Corpsmen or Kamado himself, alert me at once. We’ll reconvene at the mouth of Wayward Cave.”

Rotom wobbles in agreement and takes off, but all it finds are Yanma and Luxio. The sounds of battle can be heard a little ways off, the electric attacks and cries making it clear that the local bonded pair of Luxray have made themselves an obstacle, but Rotom doesn’t pay it any mind. Probopass is able to chase them off without issue, and the phone swoops in just in time to catch Irida’s Glaceon hissing at one of the pair as it flees.

A shadow on the ground indicates that Gliscor is circling above, similarly empty-pincered.

Ingo calls it back to ground level, but doesn’t recall it entirely. He affords the cave a single look, head cocked as he listens, and, hushed, says to Irida, “I’m afraid I didn’t have time to reinstall the torches before heading out on our previous endeavor. I know the route and can conduct us without issue, but it sounds like there may be other people lingering inside. Stay at the ready, and…”

He hesitates, attention dropping so he can dig through his satchel. As he does so, the Arc Phone gets a long shot of something red snaking its way up his right arm, a stark contrast against the dark, faded cloth. While it doesn’t seem to be exerting any active pressure, the edges of each faceted link dig into the sleeve, creating strange folds as he rummages through his possessions. No one seems surprised or at all bothered by its presence, and focus instead on the linking cord that he eventually locates; one end is immediately wrapped around his left hand, the other offered to the young woman.

“I know it’s not ideal, but please try not to come uncoupled from me.”

Irida looks at the end she’s been given, and then to its counterpart. Eyes moving to her clanmate’s face instead, she forgoes the cord entirely and takes his hand.

“This will be safer.” She says when he tries to object on her behalf. “We won’t risk an end getting dropped or it becoming severed. There’s still a vast distance for us to cross, so we should begin now.”

As they move, Irida’s face cracks into a tiny, amused smile and she adds, “At least try to be quiet, please.”

There’s something like a defeated sigh from Ingo’s direction.

The humans can’t see through it as they move through the cave, but the Arc Phone immediately adapts to the darkness and highlights the lost bodies trying to feel their way to freedom. Some call out and are answered by others, only to get hopelessly turned around as they attempt to reunite with their colleagues. Gliscor’s swiveling head makes it clear that he, at least, is aware of each individual they pass.

At one point, the Arc Phone tilts in a way that captures the group from the front, if only for a second. Somewhere in the cave’s depths, one of the Security Corpsmen calls, “A-are you there? Can you hear me?”

With his free hand, Ingo tilts the brim of his hat down, hiding his eyes. It would be a dangerous lapse under different circumstances, but given that he wasn’t relying on sight to navigate, it doesn’t impede their progress. He only lifts it as they emerge into the tainted daylight.

The Highlands are winding, but as one of the territory’s wardens, Ingo is able to guide them through undocumented crevices to cut the commute down. Their single attempt to contact Sneasler goes unanswered, and he doesn’t try a second time, as that likely indicates her attention is needed elsewhere.

Members of Galaxy Team dot the way clear up to the Cloudcap Pass, and while they bypass many entirely, those who do see them don’t attempt to intervene. They have no say in this territory-- not when pitted against the warden who minds it and a Clan Leader.

Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for Commander Kamado, who they find just outside of the Cloudcap Pass, his way barred by the combined efforts of Sneasler, Lord Electrode and the Highlands’ remaining warden.

It’s easy to miss, but there’s a relieved, “Thank Sinnoh, the brute can chase them off now.”

“Commander Kamado!” Irida all but roars, and next to her, Ingo startles, “How dare you! We agreed to work as a unified force to solve this matter, and I find you here while our backs are turned? My clan took up the brunt the work, and you repay us by storming sacred ground while its warden is preoccupied?”

Kamado’s proud stance has changed only enough to accommodate the full plate mail he wears, and in it, he makes an even greater wall of himself than ever before. “There wasn’t time to waste on errands. It’s fortunate you haven’t been forced to learn this lesson, but once you lose a home, you’ll do whatever it takes to keep it from occurring a second time.”

Irida winds up to argue, and while he doesn’t mean to interrupt her, Ingo stops her in her tracks as he murmurs, “He’s scared.”

She affords him a short look before turning back to the matter at hand. “I understand that you’re bound to defend your new home and its inhabitants, but doubting us like this… you’re not the only one desperate to protect their people!”

Kamado’s expression twitches, and he seems to be considering her words, but ultimately that very desperation wins out. With a grimace, he declares, “Then show me the aid I’m spurning. What strength can the Pearl Clan lend to protect Hisui’s populace?”

The challenge is clear. With a sideways look to Irida for her go-ahead, Ingo steps forward to act as her proxy. While Gliscor is still alight on-- or, more specifically, hanging from-- his shoulder, in traditional Unovan fashion, he defaults to the last Pokemon he’d used in battle and the first pokeball under his hand. Probopass. He sends her out as the commander winds up to toss out his own combatant.

One would think the Golem a suitable offensive match for Probopass’s typing, but the orders to use Rock Slide and Take Down don’t do it any favors, and it can’t hold out forever against the likes of Earth Power and Flash Cannon.

Probopass gets a second Flash Cannon off against the Snorlax that takes Golem’s place, but between the damage it had taken earlier and the surprise High Horsepower, falls not long after. Ingo gives the Snorlax a once-over before reaching for his own substitution-- and while his hand twitches for one particular pokeball at first, he forgoes it and reaches for a different one.

Wyrdeer lands neatly on its hooves, prancing a bit to prepare itself for the energy of battle, and while it’s not the speediest Pokemon in the region, it still gets the drop on Snorlax. Perhaps trying to hobble the signature ability to Rest and regain health, Ingo calls for an immediate agile Hypnosis and, as had been his go-to for some time, has his Pokemon follow it with Psyshield Bash.

Snorlax is able to work through its drowsiness to attack with a devastating Giga Impact. The defensive shimmer leftover from Wyrdeer’s attack pulls it through, and as Snorlax is forced to recover from such a draining move at 110%, it’s able to use Bulldoze to whittle down its foe’s defenses, doing more damage every time.

In some ways, it comes as no surprise that Snorlax simply falls limp after the mutual barrage, finally falling victim to its weariness. Though it’s not knocked out by an Iron Tail that’s sure to hit home, Kamado doesn’t wait for it to officially fall unconscious before calling it back.

Though Wyrdeer is still up, Ingo matches the decision, nodding it back to his side.

The Commander hesitates over his two remaining Pokemon before defaulting to a Hisuian Braviary, swiftly met with Magnezone. His face twitches, and, while Ingo is difficult to read at the best of times, his eyes light up as he catches the tell.

It’s not technically a rain storm, but the energy gathering in the air makes it clear why Electabuzz and its ilk congregate here, and it helps to guide Thunder true to its target.

The Clefairy that caps off the opposing team spells out exactly why Magnezone had garnered such a negative reaction. It’s unable to do much more than stitch together an agile Calm Mind and Psychic before being knocked down.

For a second, it seems Kamado might throw himself into the fight, but, instead, he takes a knee, bowing his head in defeat.

Irida spares a look for her warden-- who has instinctively fallen into a defensive stance, as if to catch an oncoming charge-- and then steps forward. “Commander Kamado…”

“I know I have no right to ask it any longer, but please use that strength for the sake of the Galaxy Expedition Team-- no. For the sake of the Celestica people and the Pokemon living in Hisui.” Kamado braces a fist against the ground, dipping his head even deeper with the plea.

“We intend to put an end to this.” Irida says. “If it puts your heart at ease, you can share this sacred space as well, to assure your friends and family that they’re finally safe.”

“And who are you to dictate who can and can’t attend this gathering?” Asks a new voice-- though, as the two spoke, it had been easy to notice Adaman’s approach. While his words are challenging, there’s no barb in his voice.

The comment clearly gets to Irida, but she bites down on it. “It’s been my warden doing all the work so far.”

“And what’s Melli over there? Ground bugwort?”

There’s an offended scoff, and the man in question tosses his head. “I don’t know how you can acknowledge my tremendous contributions and still make them sound so insignificant. If you want to make amends, I can be found at Moonview Arena.”

As he walks away-- Electrode wheeling after-- Sneasler rolls her eyes, then makes grabby paws in her own warden’s direction, beckoning him over. Ingo calls his active Pokemon back before obliging her, with only a look from the two Clan Leaders; neither try to interfere when they see who he’s responding to.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to assist you in defending the Highlands.” He says, and she wrinkles her nose in dismissal.

She uses the back of her paw to rustle his hat, and then her eyes drop to his arm. Carefully, she hooks a claw where two of the links meet and, before her human can dissuade her, tries to pull them away; it earns her a hiss of protest and she hastily drops it, bumping her nose against the side of his face in apology.

“It’s alright, you didn’t know.” Ingo says, though he gives the chain an unhappy once-over, “If it truly is the key to solving all of this, I can tolerate its presence until we’ve seen the matter through.”

Sneasler doesn’t move her head, but her eyes flick down, staring into the faceted gems with something approaching contempt.

It’s not long after that they’re joined by the faction leaders, and the lot of them begin the increasingly-heavy ascent.

The Arc Phone pans around as the others creep through the Temple of Sinnoh. While the pavilion’s roof blocks out the most direct view of the rift, the cracks peek out, stretching farther and farther across the broken sky. The group stops on the far side, just beyond the structure’s protection, and while human voices murmur to one another, the Arc Phone isn’t near enough to catch their words.

Rotom has zipped up to record the rift as the cracks contort. The streak that once reached across the sky in front of them bends unnaturally, and as it reaches directly in front of them, those voices go silent. Mostly.

“YOU HOLD THE RED CHAIN… SHOW ME… HELP ME.”

The crack in reality is wrenched open from within, and a Pokemon lumbers out into the peak of Hisui, hunched in on itself. Behind it, the crack leeches out the same black-green-purple that taints the sky. It’s of little consequence, though, when the white and pink behemoth lifts its head and flares its wings, arms spread as it roars.

Its shout produces a seismic wave that ripples through the temple, making it stretch for miles and then collapse in on itself. The immaculate stone floor contorts as though caught in an earthquake before laying perfectly still and flat once more. Again and again, space distorts the temple and caught in its maelstrom, each of the humans below stumbles, inevitably falling to the ground in a futile attempt to tether themselves to their unstable reality.

Sneasler isn’t affected quite so completely and seems to take a knee under her own power. It’s not a gesture of submission to what might be Almighty Sinnoh, but one of assistance-- she bumps her head against her warden’s and pries one of his hands up to rest on her arm, sure and steady. Encouraging him to grab on, to use her as an anchor against the temple’s churning waves, she helps him back to his feet.

Together, they press forward, nearing the Pokemon.

Somewhere behind, Irida’s voice bellows inhumanely for a second time:

“PALKIA.”

As they near the dais, just before the first of the stairs up, Sneasler’s forward momentum stops. Seemingly unable to go any farther, she doesn’t step forward, but to the side, backing her human. Both of her paws brace against his shoulder blades and, with her support, Ingo is able to take that first step. He wavers on the next, but fights through the rippling space surrounding him, and every hard won pace brings him that much closer to the dragon at the distortion’s heart. It watches, deep red irises fixed on his approach, but short of the chaos its mere presence has caused, does nothing to interfere.

He stumbles forward just before it and very nearly falls, only for it to extend one arm-- all claws and armored plating-- for him to right himself with.

The world’s bucking ceases.

Almost as soon as this contact is made-- as if the contortion of space was somehow holding it at bay-- another thunderous roar sounds, and the air itself quivers. It’s all the warning Rotom gets before a shockwave blasts the Arc Phone clear out of the sky. It careens down to the tiled floors with a velocity that would handily shatter a man-made device, and then lies still.

Its operating Pokemon knocked out cold, it continues to record the raging rift above, and captures the exact moment one final bolt of lightning crashes down from the heavens.

A light with intensity surpassing a point-blank Hyper Beam tears across the sky, or maybe just the temple. It’s hard to tell from prone on the ground. Time itself roars in protest, and something great and terrible gallops nearer. Palkia charges from the dais to meet it, and when-- and where-- the two forces meet, reality implodes.

The pavilion, partially in frame the way the Arc Phone fell, cracks and breaks apart under an unseen force, swaths of masonry soaring into the air like they weigh no more than a Hoppip. As the stonework finally begins to adhere to gravity, human voices scream out, and it catches one final pronouncement from the being borrowing Irida’s lungs.

“EARTH POWER.

AQUA TAIL.

HYDRO PUMP.

SPACIAL REND.

GUIDE ME.”

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Rotom remains out cold, listlessly recording the chaos ensuing on the Arc Phone’s every side. The viewer can hear Ingo’s truncated attempts to understand both the Pokemon he’s been partnered with, and to get a surface-level read on their foe-- his natural volume making him audible even in the din’s very heart.

At one point, a massive shadow passes over the device, but nothing can be made of the shapes from so close. As the sounds of battle rage not far off, a hushed but fierce exchange of words can be picked out, culminating in:

“—will help, but I can do that much.” A moment later, a smaller form creeps closer, a hand snaking out to snatch the Arc Phone from the ground.

The man holding it has no concept of what the device does, unknowingly overlapping a portion of the lens, but it’s enough to get a new look at the temple-turned-battlefield and the titans that clash upon it. Beneath Palkia’s feet, the masonry roils as it attacks, guided by the comparatively small figure weaving around the exchange of blows. He calls battle maneuvers and ducks around moves, but in this moment, his attention has shifted to the side-- to the unwitting cameraman.

The second Pokemon, a dark, quadrupedal silhouette against the fragmented sky, lurches toward the human who so unwisely stepped forward. There’s a shout of direction and a nearby yowl, followed by a flurry of motion that ends with the Arc Phone’s holder being deposited at the side of the makeshift arena. It briefly catches a glimpse of two other humans nearby, unable to look away from the struggle playing out before them, and then settles-- momentarily-- on the man’s savior.

Sneasler hasn’t afforded him a second glance, eyes tracking movement on the battlefield, nose twitching as her thoughts race. Her feather flutters erratically in the ever-shifting air currents on the mountaintop, and one massive paw extends to her side, holding the humans back, away from the conflict’s edge.

The man speaks a few short, stuttering words of thanks to her-- recognizable regardless of language-- and she shifts her head just enough to look at him from the corner of her eye. He breathlessly adjusts to his new position, accidentally uncovering the rest of the lens.

In response, the Arc Phone automatically adjusts its focus. While Sneasler grows blurry in the foreground, the raging battle beyond her becomes that much clearer. Palkia swings its tail, driving its foe back, and in that moment, the tableau looks startlingly familiar. To the north, a being of smooth curves and sturdy wings, its armored limbs raised in anticipation for its next move. To the south, a Pokemon composed of edges and points, the shapes grossly distorted, but still bearing resemblance their stonework cousin. It roars to the sky, stamping down with its massive forelegs as the sound distills into an attack.

With an incredible fortitude, Palkia weathers it; its form trembles under the onslaught, but when it’s called upon to return fire, it shakes the mountain itself.

When it seems the other Pokemon is rearing to follow up, the smaller shape breaks away from its titanic protector, into the range of fire. It’s difficult to make the details out from afar, but something glints red-- raging, alpha red, the same red in the corrupted Pokemon’s eyes and in the noxious horizon above-- and impacts against the side of the unidenfitied Pokemon’s head. The peppering doesn’t hurt the Pokemon in the slightest, but it becomes distracted, giving Palkia a short break to recuperate.

Ingo ducks out of the way of a dazzling Flash Cannon and turns on a heel; the red chain wrapped tightly around his right arm begins to shine, and a new balm glows into existence under his palm. It’s swiftly pitched toward the Pokemon, and in the second before he’s forced to move to safer ground, he bellows, “Again, Earth Power!”

As he moves in the opposite direction, he shoots a glance toward the other humans. In the heat of the moment, the exchange is easy to overlook, but Sneasler’s posture changes slightly-- the viewer can see her incline her head under her warden’s gaze-- and he echoes the gesture before committing to his turn. He tears off across the temple, using every chance he gets to throw a balm the Pokemon’s way.

The Pokemon whirls about. It’s not changing course to match, but swinging the blades of its tail so it doesn’t have to look away from Palkia.

Even as he moves to avoid as much of the attack as he can, both of Ingo’s hands raise in an instinctive defense against Iron Tail. His saving grace is that, while the appendage itself may be a brutal weapon, its range is limited, and he’s able to pull himself back without suffering any immediately noticeable damage.

Strangely, he maintains his position at the Pokemon’s back, even once it’s demonstrated that it’s just as dangerous as its front. Even more peculiar, the next order he calls to Palkia isn’t the ground-type move that-- upon recognizing a weakness-- he’d had it favor, but--

“Spacial Rend!” He orders, eyes fixed on how the attack lands-- not against the Pokemon, but the way it tears the space around its target. Without stopping to look at the chain, he flexes his arm, testing what little give exists, and a subtle grimace crosses his features when it bites deeper into his skin. He gives his head a tiny shake and picks up the slack he’d left, dulling the Pokemon’s reaction time with another round of balms.

As he moves away, to the battlefield’s far side, he absently clenches and unclenches his hands, mind working furiously as he observes from any angle he can get.

There’s another cursory exchange of blows-- Aqua Tail for Iron Tail-- and Ingo finally finishes the circuit, stopping to stand at Palkia’s side. He takes the opportunities to throw balms when they present themselves, but doesn’t seem to be seeking them out any longer, focused on getting Palkia through the ever-weakening onslaught. Be it from the battle itself or the disorienting balms, their foe’s attacks grow clumsier.

Such is price of a frenzy. No rage can live on indefinitely-- it’s simply a matter of whether it’s calmed or burns out from within.

But this Pokemon, like an alpha Scyther or the Lords and Lady before it, only grows more desperate as it feels its strength wane. Its roar radiates outward, a tangible shockwave that ripples through reality.

The mountain peak is simple, undeveloped stone. It’s filled with ancient, weathered rubble. The pillars are brand new, pristine and white. They’re ruined, age-dulled teeth biting into the sky. Simultaneously, all of this is true, even when none of it is the lived reality seen only moments prior.

The man holding the Arc Phone stumbles, his hold on the device going slack, and voices gasp out under a force mortals were never meant to endure.

Though the angle does the viewer no favors, the recording itself remains viable; even as The Jade Crown – The Temple of Sinnoh – The Spear Pillar – The Highest Platform – blinks through the ages, it dutifully captures the unstable world around it.

At the center of it all, two Pokemon remain unmoved. The same can’t be said for the lone human among them.

“Once more,” Ingo bites out, head ducked and shoulders raised as he weathers the effect from so near. He forces one eye open to look at his partner in this battle, and the subtle turn of his head is a visible strain, “Spacial Rend. Now you guide me to the destination.”

Palkia turns its armored side to help divert the overwhelming might of their foe and stares down at him with calculating red eyes. It looks one way-- toward its raging counterpart-- and then the other, up into the heavens. Whatever it’s thinking is a mystery, and it uses the time it’s bought deep in deliberation.

Eventually, it raises one arm, and swiftly slashes through reality.

A tear lingers, dark on the end the Arc Phone is capturing, but light shines through on its opposite side, casting a long, humanoid shadow across Palkia’s lustrous hide. The actual gesture is hidden, but the allegory squares its shoulders, bracing itself, and then vanishes.

An identical gash splits existence before the second beast, and so near the source, Ingo reels, hunching inwards to protect himself. Half-hidden beneath the edge of his high collar, he tilts his head and just barely manages to look all the way up at the Pokemon. The hand trembling on his right arm tenses and pulls; with a terrific tearing noise, he rips the red chain away. As soon as it’s freed, the chain is drawn-- inexorably-- up and forward, as if bound by Coronet’s magnetic impulses, and the same way it had coiled around a human arm, it constricts the Pokemon’s neck, each crimson point digging deep.

The roar chokes into nothing, its originator little more than a Lillipup reaching the end of its leash, muted as it strains against a collar.

For a moment, the world is silent, deafened in the aftermath-- and then sound rushes in all at once, a collective, gasping breath to fill the void. The Pokemon itself heaves, breathing in after a small eternity of screaming to anyone who might hear, and the chain relaxes, allowing it. It stays like that, head lifted to the sky, breathing in and out. In and out.

Before it is an inversion: Palkia shuffles nearer, its neck craning down, looking to its chosen ally. The small human form is braced against what had once been their adversary, staring forward in blank disbelief. His arm is raised to hold him upright against one of the Pokemon’s forelegs, gouges tearing clear through every layer of cloth and no small amount of skin. Blood drips down, a shallow imitation of the tool that had drawn it.

In unison, the Pokemon trade off. Palkia slowly pivots to look at the other, and the unidentified Pokemon lowers its head. With no small amount of trepidation, Ingo moves to meet its gaze, hand curling back to shelter against his chest. They spend several seconds staring at one another, each frozen under the mutual attention.

The red chain, lax around the Pokemon’s neck, shines white and phases into its hide, and in response, the behemoth’s very shape begins to change. Any doubt that this is the Pokemon depicted in the Celestica Ruins is completely dispelled; these two terrifying creatures are the Sinnohs revered by the Diamond and Pearl Clans.

So it’s strange that it isn’t a native Hisuian who utters its name.

“Dialga.” Ingo says. It’s an awed hush, but the sound carries on the wind, perfectly audible when no one else dares to utter a word.

He wavers on his feet as he half-turns to look at Palkia, as if appreciating the totality of his ally for the first time. It returns his attention, lingering on the arm he cradles, and places one massive clawed hand over it. He doesn’t flinch, in spite of the wounds that lay beneath. It’s unclear whether he’s confident where he stands in regards to the pair or scared past the point of trying to get away, and his face betrays none of the thoughts that must churn beneath the surface. As Dialga before, they spend a handful of seconds silently looking to one another, and then Palkia straightens to its full height.

The opposing forces finally meet eye to eye.

Palkia tilts its head up, crooning into the night-- the clear, dark, pristine night-- and Dialga harmonizes with it. There’s unexpected movement from next to the Arc Phone as Sneasler starts forward, answering their call. When her paws meet her warden, the two titans move away from one another, neither turning their back.

They disappear into their own pockets of reality, and like that, the world begins to turn once more.

A flash of pink charges forward before the man holding the Arc Phone can react, but he follows shortly thereafter. The nearer he draws, the clearer it becomes: for the first time in years, the weight on Ingo’s chest is gone. Finally, he breathes freely, in and out.

In and out.

Chapter Text

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

The first thing one might hear is a short burst of laughter-- something between self indulgent and self deprecating. It’s followed by, “Apologies for my silence; I’ve been busy violating nearly every safety measure we ever learned.”

Ingo’s tone is strange; there’s a wryness, but an underlying spark below it. It’s not giddiness per se, but an optimistic sense of… anticipation? The complexities of his voice can be difficult to unravel, and he’s not inclined to spell his feelings out when he has so much to relay.

“It’s finally drawn to a close: the frenzies and rift-- all of it.” He pauses, and while his energy smooths out into something more natural, he remains in audibly high spirits. “I would worry for what that means in regards to my way home, but my presence here was a response to the rift, not a result of it. While this track has been closed off-- hopefully indefinitely-- it was never the one I was meant to travel.”

He takes a deep breath in and holds it for a moment. It’s unclear whether he’s using that time to think, or simply relishing it.

“I’m not entirely certain I understand it all, myself, but something caused one of the Almighty Sinnohs to fall into a frenzy of its own. Quelling it is what finally sealed the rift above Mount Coronet.” Fabric shifts and, somewhere in the background, something goes ‘prrrpt?’

“As awful as the circumstance was, I wish you could have seen them-- ideally from a regulation battle distance, if not an even safer vantage point. The two Sinnohs, Palkia and Dialga… they were both terrifying and awe inspiring. Watching them only served to highlight why they’re banned from Gear Station’s premises.” While it’s said lightheartedly, it’s clearly not a joke. His amusement fades into quiet contemplation as he adds, “I hope this might serve as a platform for the clans to come together. If they were divided on the matter of a true and false Sinnoh, then the knowledge that both exist should end their primary conflict. It does nothing to sooth the disagreements that have arisen in the time since, but they’ve already proven that they can see past that to work together.”

For several seconds, he goes silent and seems to lack any further commentary. Something snuffles in close, and any other noise is distant enough that the sound of fingers working through fur comes across.

“I don’t know what comes next.” He admits, eventually. “While I still believe there’s a track onward, to get our hopes up over circumstantial evidence simply isn’t productive. There’s nothing for it but to keep looking for the next destination, and until it’s found, I’ll continue to ensure the safety of the people living in this world.”

It takes a few minutes for him to return to the call-- biding his time by focusing on the Pokemon that’s flopped over onto his lap-- and when he does, his tone is… different. Contrite, wishful and sorrowful, all blending seamlessly into one another as he pours his heart out. “It’s been such a long time now, and I can’t say how much more of the commute remains. I hope you’ve been living well. If that means you’ve moved on… I understand, and I’m sincerely grateful that you found a way to make it through. If I had to adapt, then surely you had to do the same; it hurts to think, but I need be honest-- with you and with myself. Mesprit made that much clear.”

There’s a brief, seconds-long, lull, put to an end with, “It doesn’t matter; you can’t know what happens after winning without winning, and so I won’t stop moving forward. If worst comes to worst, I can only hope that there will be room for me in your life, even if it’s not what we kept before all of this.”

Something chirps indignantly, and there’s a muted snap, followed by a scandalized, “Hey!”

Sneasler snickers, not particularly close to the receiver, but audible nonetheless, and her long-suffering warden blows out a breath.

“She’s right.” He admits, far from begrudging, optimism underscoring his voice once more, “That’s the worst case scenario. Honesty only means that I have to acknowledge the possibility, not sabotage myself by expecting failure. Things won’t be exactly the same-- not even you, no matter what you say or do-- but I truly believe that we’ll be alright.” A pause, followed by a lone chuckle, “It’s rather funny, isn’t it? It always seems to come down to truth and ideals in the end-- or perhaps that’s just the Unovan in me, still there even after all this time.”

In the distance, muffled by some manner of barrier, human voices sound. They seem to snap him back to reality.

“Ah, but I digress. It’s too early to make any definitive statements; one crisis has been resolved, and we’ll simply have to see where we arrive next. Just continue to do your best, alright? I promise to do the same.”

Click.

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Species: Palkia

Location: n/a (Space-Time Rift?)

What I think I know: Water/dragon type. Its ability is Pressure. Having witnessed the connection it briefly forged with Irida, it appears to have some measure of telepathic ability. It seems likely that, if Dialga had the capacity to shift into an alternate form, Palkia would as well, but I’m unable to confirm this suspicion. The opportunity to ask has already passed.

Notes: A deity representing space and the Pearl Clan’s “Almighty Sinnoh”. It was willing to ally with Irida and myself, perhaps because we belong to the clan that reveres it. I can’t help but wonder whether it was aware of my own personal beliefs, or lack thereof; even if it was, it still cooperated with me in battle, which has to count for something. Per the, admittedly mythologized, information available in the future, this Pokemon is banned from the Battle Subway.

Species: Dialga

Location: n/a (Space-Time Rift?)

What I think I know: Steel/dragon type. Its ability is Pressure. When it frenzied, its very shape changed into something I’d never seen the likes of prior. As of writing this, I’m unsure what might have caused it; it seems clear that Dialga was at the heart of the corruptions in space-time, as the rift sealed with its departure, so, logically, that couldn’t be the trigger. I just don’t have any concept of what could cause such instability in a Pokemon tied to a pillar of existence. Calaba once mentioned rifts appearing in the past; while I doubt she would acknowledge Dialga itself, it could be a place to begin.

Notes: A deity representing time and the Diamond Clan’s “Almighty Sinnoh”. This Pokemon is DEFINITELY not allowed on the subway, Battle or otherwise. How would we keep to a timetable with it afoot?

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A number of pictures are taken, all centered in the Coronet Highlands. The sky is blue, and the Pokemon sprinkled around in the various backgrounds suggest that life in Hisui is more or less back to normal. Many of these are focused on the territory itself, as if proving to the photographer that the crisis truly has ended.

In an image of the Wayward Wood, Gliscor can be seen perching in a nearby tree, looking down with distrustful eyes. Next to him, a Dartrix alights with some difficulty, bending down the tips of the branch with a weight he hasn’t become accustomed to yet. Beneath them-- the subject of their attention-- Scyther is taking on the alpha Mothim, a Heracross right behind it.

Another series of pictures, slowly zooming as the photographer grows nearer, catches Quilava napping in the lush greenery of the Fabled Spring. Her flames have been extinguished, so as not to spark a fire in the grassy nest, and her lithe body curls around a wild Budew.

But perhaps the most interesting is taken in Moonview Arena, where a pink-and-periwinkle Pokemon seems to have taken over Lord Electrode’s territory, to both noble and warden’s chagrin.

Unseen in the moment-- but present in each of these photos, and many like them-- is a dark, blue-eyed silhouette, hidden in the deep recesses of the background.

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A brand new subsection is introduced to the notes app. The contents are enigmatic, and the writer is constantly shuffling them around, as if to make sense of them.

As of its latest addition, they’ve been arranged to read:

The “Original One” & Creation:

- The Original One breathed alone before the universe came. (Ayashishi)

- Where all creation was born, that is the being’s place of origin. (Basagiri)

- The Original One is in all things. The Original One is nowhere at all. (Cresselia)

- Two beings of time and space set free from the Original One. (Crebase)

- Two make matter, and three make spirit, shaping the world. (Darkrai)

Plates:

- When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate. (Gachiguma)

- The powers of Plates are shared among Pokemon. (Dredear)

- The rightful bearer of a Plate draws from the Plate it holds. (Idaitou)

- The power of defeated giants infuses this Plate. (Windie)

Unsorted:

- The third being raged, raining down bolts of anger. (Marumine)

- The being poured the remains of its power into stone and buried it deep. (Warrgle)

- The rules of time and space change within the opposite world. (Sneasler)

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The trainers you passed most recently are:

Pokemon Trainer Rye

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team.

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: A member of the Agriculture Corps.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: Lucario. To my knowledge, it’s his only Pokemon, and they seem to have a unique bond tying them together. The existence of aura has been long documented-- though, in Hisui, it’s only been a matter of months since Professor Laventon coined the term-- but beyond its applications in battle, I have to confess that my knowledge on the subject is somewhat lacking. Though the Pokedex entry for Lucario has been finalized, it may be worth the time to sit down and talk with Rye to form a more complete understanding of the mechanics themselves, independent of the species.

Pokemon Trainer Ress

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team.

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: A member of the Security Corps.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: He has three Pokemon, all of them quite common and unevolved, but he’s trained them phenomenally well! Unlike modern EV or Hyper Training, the norm here-- in as much as there is one, with the absence of battling culture-- is to use a substance called “Grit” in order to augment a Pokemon’s abilities. Ress has utilized this the fullest; his Bidoof, Shinx and Starly were exceptionally strong, and while the party composition leaves something to be desired, battling with him was a breath of fresh air!

Pokemon Trainer Beni

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team.

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: At this point, I legitimately don’t know. A ninja by trade, and part time chef?

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: He fought with a Mismagius, Sneasler, Gardevoir and Gallade. The team leaves quite the impression and, minus the Sneasler, I’ve battled a number of trainers with a similar flair on the Singles Line.

Notes (private): He caught me completely by surprise as I made to leave the Training Grounds, asking for a battle. In the past, he’s seemed disinterested at best, and suspicious of me at worst, but of course I wasn’t going to deny his challenge. He’s clearly put a great deal of time and effort into maintaining his image as a feeble old cook, and I never afforded him enough attention to notice. He might be the first person I’ve ever heard use the words “worthy opponent” outside of Pokestar Studios… though, to be fair, the translation is somewhat more nuanced than I make it sound.

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The Plate of Moonview Arena: You’ve been made aware of a disturbance in Moonview Arena. For everyone’s sake, it’s best to escort this unwitting interloper out as soon as possible. COMPLETE

The Darksome Nightmare: It seems a mysterious Pokemon has been lurking around the Coronet Highlands, just out of view. You’ve seen evidence that it’s partial to the Clamberclaw Cliffs; travel there and survey it. COMPLETE

All About Magikarp: A little girl in the village named Ceci has asked you to teach her more about Magikarp. COMPLETE

Eevee's Evolutions: Floaro of the Construction Corps wants to discuss Eevee's evolution. You should go and have a chat with him. COMPLETE

Steely Lucario: Rye from the village wants you to battle with him and his partner, Lucario. COMPLETE

Battling the Security Corps' Secret Weapon: Zisu has suggested that you have a battle with a little-known, skilled battler in the Security Corps. COMPLETE

The Researcher of Myths: Look into Legendary Pokemon with the help of the merchant Volo, who is very learned in the myths of the Hisui region.

Chapter Text

Species: Tornadus

Location: Roaming the Alabaster Icelands

What I know: A flying type with the ability Prankster. It creates incredibly strong gale force winds and moves with fantastic speed; you have to be fast to even encounter it. While it lacks Drizzle, it’s infamous for the heavy wind and rainstorms that follow wherever it travels, causing substantial delay and damages to those who reside there. One particularly infamous case states that it once leveled a house to the foundation under the realized potential of its high winds. As a legendary Pokemon, it doesn’t have any evolutionary data, but it does share an undefined connection with Thundurus and Landorus. Supposedly, it can use a specific item to transform into a different shape.

Notes: It’s best known for roaming modern day Unova, wreaking havoc with the weather. I’d never heard tell of it having any connection to Sinnoh before today.

Species: Thundurus

Location: Roaming the Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: An electric/flying type with the ability Prankster. As it flies, it discharges electricity, and is reported to cause forest fires as a byproduct. Similar to Tornadus, its presence is heralded by the thunderstorm that perpetually accompanies it, in spite of the fact that its documented ability is completely unrelated to weather effects. Its short temper and propensity for flinging electric attacks on a whim give it a rather foul reputation. This Pokemon isn't known to evolve into or from anything, but is connected to Tornadus and Landorus in some capacity. According to some folk tales, it can use a specific item to change its form.

Notes: Again, I’d only ever heard that it was native to Unova. If the both of them are afoot, is the third as well?

Species: Landorus

Location: Roaming the Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: A ground/flying type with the ability Sand Force. Unlike its presumed brethren, its presence is welcomed, helping to restore depleted soil and counteract the damage caused by Tornadus and Thundurus; for this reason, it’s been dubbed the “Guardian of the Fields” in Unova. Legend states that it utilizes the energy it siphons from the other two, and it taught humans to do the same. Among traditionalists, it’s a commonly held belief that the first wind turbines were inspired by Landorus’s wisdom. There’s no confirmed evolutionary data where it’s concerned. Some believe that this Pokemon can use a specific item to shift into another form.

Notes: This is very strange. I don’t mean to brag but, while I’m no expert, I’m likely more informed on the matter these Pokemon than the layperson, per my involvement in determining the Battle Subway’s restrictions. The entire time we researched, we never saw any mention of them from outside of Unova. First the “Unovan” nobles and now this… it makes me wonder if there’s not some kind of connection between my home region and Sinnoh that’s been lost to time.

Species: Enamorous

Location: Roaming the Crimson Mirelands

What I think I know: Clear fairy typing, and if it follows the others, then likely flying as well. I’ll need to study it more to discern its ability. Cogita implied that it has a connection to springtime, which has interesting implications for the rest of its ilk.

Notes: I had no idea there was a fourth member of this group. I wonder, has she also made the move to Unova, or decided to remain here in Sinnoh as the years pass? It would be interesting to find out what’s become of her in the modern day.

Update: After battling her, I can officially confirm fairy/flying, and that her ability is Cute Charm. Perhaps that shouldn’t have come as a surprise when her name is derived from infatuation, but the circumstance led me to believe that her capabilities would more closely resemble Thundurus and Tornadus. Like both, she was accompanied by a shift in the weather, and as there’s no known ability that allows a Pokemon to generate fog, my first thought had been that she would share Prankster with them as well. Should circumstances permit, I’ll have to remember to listen for reports of unnatural cloud cover at home; it may be a sign that she’ll be active in Unova, after all.

Species: Manaphy & Phione

Location: Seaside Hollow, Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Water types, all with the ability Hydration. While there’s no evolutionary connection between the two species, they’re somewhat unique in that Phione are known to be the offspring of Manaphy when most legendary Pokemon are supposedly unable to produce young. It’s quite strange in accordance with our understanding of Pokemon breeding as well; I’m not familiar with any other instance of a Pokemon’s children being an entirely separate species. Miltank can produce Tauros, but that’s a matter of sexual dimorphism, distinct from what we see here… but I’ve gotten distracted. While they’re pure water types, it’s speculated that they have latent spiritual or psychic abilities, which is what enables them to meddle with the hearts and minds of humans and other Pokemon. Any research into the matter has been held up by the timid nature of both species, making it incredibly rare to encounter one.

Notes: I found these Pokemon by following up on a myth Professor Laventon was looking into, and they were surprisingly eager to battle, compared to their behavior in the modern day. Folklore states that Manaphy has the ability to grasp the souls of people and Pokemon, and that this move, Heart Swap, is capable of transferring its targets into the opposite bodies. This is why we determined that, in the unlikely event a trainer might attempt to bring either Phione or Manaphy aboard a battle train, they would be turned away. Dragons above, can you imagine the chaos that could result of it?

Species: Shaymin

Location: Floaro Gardens, Obsidian Fieldlands

What I know: In its default form, it’s a grass type with the ability Natural Cure. As implied, it can also shift into a more aerodynamic form that boasts grass/flying typing. This Pokemon is very shy and skittish, but was extremely receptive to positive energy; it is referred to as the Gratitude Pokemon, after all. I witnessed its ability to purify its surroundings firsthand. It can even cause flowers to bloom where it walks.

Notes: I met this one in an attempt to reunite a Jubilife resident with a lost friend, and through strong emotion, it was able to restore the withered portions of the Floaro Garden. Now that the meadow is in full bloom, I realize that I've seen the flowers that grow here before, but their name eludes me at the time of writing this; I’ll have to inquire next I speak with Professor Laventon, or possibly when Arezu is available. After some debate, we determined that this Pokemon was also theoretically banned from the Battle Subway. While it’s proven quite sweet tempered, I simply can’t retract my vote.

Species: Heatran

Location: Firespit Island, Cobalt Coastlands

What I know: Fire/steel type with the Flash Fire ability. This Pokemon has a unique type combination, but those types aren’t necessarily symbiotic. The heat from its own core melts its steel body, causing it to become misshapen. It’s said to have magma running through its veins. Heatran is another unique case among legendary Pokemon, in that there have been a number observed out in the wild, and they demonstrate an even gender ratio. Where many such Pokemon will lack a gender, like Phione, or consist of one member and therefore be a single-gender species, like Enamorous, Heatran can be any gender. While rare, they're more common many other legendary Pokemon, which means a substantial amount of research focused on them exists; despite their gender ratio, they've proven incapable of reproducing, even with another member of the same species.

Notes: It’s long been rumored that a Heatran lives in Reversal Mountain, Unova. As a side note, I think I may finally be adjusting to this battle format, or maybe the heat of Firespit has just gotten to me; one of its attacks flew perilously close, but the sensation barely burnt at all.

Species: Regigigas

Location: Snowpoint Temple, Alabaster Icelands

What I know: Normal type with the ability Slow Start. This Pokemon is a terrifying powerhouse, but its ire is difficult to rouse. Legends state that it created Regice, Regirock, and Registeel, and it seems undeniable that there’s some form of connection between them, as iconography resembling the three was present in Snowpoint Temple. Any ties to Regidrago and Regieleki are theoretical at best, and, at worst, extremely divisive.

Notes: All known lore ties this Pokemon to the Sinnoh region, but there have been reports of it in modern day Unova, much like Cresselia, Heatran and the lake spirits. This only strengthens the idea that Sinnoh and Unova share more history than we’ve been led to believe.

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I had hoped this day wouldn’t come, but the conflict with Heatran set off a chain of events that led to the partial destruction of my coat.

It was hardly in presentable condition going into the battle, but the entirety of the good cuff was burnt away, and when I brought it to Anthe to look into repairing it, she was of the opinion that the fabric there was too thin to mend. That must have been why my attempts at mending the damage from the red chain failed so thoroughly. I hadn’t realized I was being so hard on it; I should have been more careful with something so precious.

She offered to replace it with something more practical, but the functionality was never my primary concern.

We came to a compromise: the sleeves can’t be salvaged, and due to my best efforts at sewing, the back panel has been fraying down the split for some time. While there’s nothing to be done there, she told me she’ll try to reshape it, to utilize those parts that remain and make it into something I can use again. The idea bothered me at first, but I’ve come around on it. It doesn’t need to be the same as it was the day I arrived here; so long as I can carry it with me, that’s enough.

It… was in quite bad shape, though, so this project may take some time. I don’t want to leave the village without it, so surely I can make myself useful around Jubilife for a few more days. Even if nobody needs help, the people here have started to come around on the sport of battling; I should be able to entertain them and myself.

It’s nerve wracking to trust her with this, but seeing it in such a state of disrepair feels infinitely worse.

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At the end of four days spent jotting down requests from villagers and taking notes on opponents, three pictures are taken. The first is of a work table covered in dark fabric.

The coat is immediately recognizable in spite of the very clear alterations. Fraying or damaged material has been excised to allow a foothold for the new fabric-- a sizable amount has been trimmed from the bottom, the back panel replaced in its entirety. These portions have been visibly mended, making no effort to hide the difference between the new and old. Where Scyther’s blades once tore through, there’s now a textile replica of the rough peaks of Mount Coronet, wreathed in snow and wisps of low-lying fog. On its right edge, a tiny embroidered figure scales its heights. At this angle, it’s clear the sleeves are entirely absent, and the gaps they left have been sewn permanently shut.

The second photograph is the same article from the front; half is laid out properly, the other turned down, displaying its inner lining. It’s been amended, including a second panel to capture and retain heat in the mountains, and the side on show features an extra pocket, plus a neat line of the catches the Security Corpsman use to carry their pokeballs.

Opposite that, folded outward to show the patch job off, is the hole that had been caused by the alpha Rapidash so long ago, which Ingo had quickly given up on mending for himself. Instead of attempting to sew the two edges back together, an extra piece of fabric has been added from behind-- presumably sandwiched in between the original material and the new lining. The golden eyes of a Gliscor peer out from the makeshift cave, the bat’s body a shade of purple more vibrant than the real thing, but it truly does give the impression of seeing the alpha stare out from the dark.

Last is a photograph of a photograph, and that fact couldn’t be any more obvious. The camera quality isn’t up to modern standards and the colors are slightly off-- particularly when compared directly to the two that preceded it-- but it certainly does tell a story in and of itself.

In it, a well dressed, dark haired woman stands proudly to one side, deservedly showing off her hard work. To the other side is a man all her opposite: light haired, blank faced, standing slightly sheepishly. His eyes are happy, though, and the coat rests over his shoulders, not a crooked seam to be found. It can’t be terribly cold in this old fashioned studio, but the garment is bound securely, no doubt to show it off in full-- a measure of cord tied tight between the two little metal fasteners, each an inward facing triangle.

It may look a bit strange by modern standards, but it’s clear just how much effort has gone into it, and that the end result is already very well loved.

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The Diamond Clan’s Treasure: Adaman of the Diamond Clan has challenged you to a battle. Claim victory against him to find out more. COMPLETE

The Pearl Clan’s Treasure: Irida of the Pearl Clan has challenged you to a battle. Claim victory against her to find out more. COMPLETE

Rolling with Spheal: A villager named Senki has asked you to look for his Spheal that went rolling off into Bolderoll Ravine.

Gone Astray...in the Highlands: Zeke from the village wants you to find his sister, Wanda. She seems to have gone missing somewhere in the Coronet Highlands.

Seeking the Remaining Plates: With help from Cogita's hints, you've gathered 17 plates in all. Search for the remaining plate with Volo's aid.

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The ever-shifting Plates subsection finds some semblance of stability for several days. Its contents settle on:

The “Original One” & Creation:

- The Original One breathed alone before the universe came. (Ayashishi)

- Where all creation was born, that is the being’s place of origin. (Basagiri)

- The Original One is in all things. The Original One is nowhere at all. (Cresselia)

- Two beings of time and space set free from the Original One. (Crebase)

- Two make matter, and three make spirit, shaping the world. (Darkrai)

The Third Being:

- Three beings were born to bind time and space. (Mesprit)

- Three beings whose power can hold both time and space fixed. (Regigigas)

- The third being raged, raining down bolts of anger. (Marumine)

The “Other Side”

- The rules of time and space change within the opposite world. (Sneasler)

- That which fills the other side of the world can shape the rage and mold it. (Heatran)

- The rift is born of disorder on the other side of this world. (Unearthed in the Shrouded Ruins)

Plates:

- When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate. (Gachiguma)

- The powers of Plates are shared among Pokemon. (Dredear)

- The rightful bearer of a Plate draws from the Plate it holds. (Idaitou)

- The power of defeated giants infuses this Plate. (Windie)

- It gathers power from the Plates, listening for the flute’s song. (Landorus)

Unsorted:

- The being poured the remains of its power into stone and buried it deep. (Warrgle)

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I admit, I’ve been putting off searching for the last of the plates with Volo. His demeanor has changed drastically since it became a topic of discussion, and not for the better. Where his conflicting mannerisms put me on edge before, it’s as though he’s barely bothering to disguise himself any longer. Or… maybe he simply can’t contain himself? I’m honestly not sure which I would prefer.

He’s asked to meet in the Sacred Plaza, so the territory is familiar, and I can be certain that Sneasler won’t let him get away with anything, assuming that Melli doesn’t run him off first. The least I can do is work with him as a warden of the Highlands.

I wonder if whatever this last plate holds will tie the rest together. It’s a tall order, as many of them seem disconnected from the others, or repeat themselves in slightly different language.

It’s quite plain that these are important artifacts, but I worry for their application. They were protected by noble and legendary Pokemon up to this point; there must be a reason they’ve been kept out of human hands.

Who or what, precisely, is their “rightful bearer”?

I suppose it’s better to be in on it than to let Volo dig into something so potentially dangerous without aid.

As they say, keep your friends close.

Chapter Text

I don’t like this.

I don’t like that Volo knew of Giratina’s existence to begin with, let alone that he was familiar enough to describe it with such charged language. The information he gave me is invaluable-- that it’s the third being dwelling in the opposite world and, therefore, the one to tear the rift-- but when I contemplate how he might have acquired such knowledge, a chill runs down my spine.

He ascribed his strange behavior to excitement, but I know duplicity when I see it.

There’s something else.

He told me he had dreams of creating a new world, where tragedy didn’t befall victims of circumstance. It’s just… so similar to what we had heard from Team Plasma in their heyday. A noble ideal on the surface, but an impossible one once you look beneath the honeyed words.

I managed to stay his hand for a few hours while I “finish my duties for the day” and prepare a contingency with Sneasler, but that time is nearly up. He’s expecting me at what remains of the Temple of Sinnoh.

The red flag has been raised, and I’m going to attempt to deescalate the situation before it gets any further out of hand.

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The camera is started by human hands, and for several seconds, a viewer would be forgiven for thinking it accidental. Its frame is completely dark, and all that can be heard from whatever pocket the Arc Phone inhabits is the sound of footsteps on stone. There’s wind, but for once, it’s muffled instead of doing the muffling.

Then, a voice. Not the operator’s. It’s too soft, too far away, but the words still ring through loud and clear.

“The temple lies in ruins now, columns cracked and broken… pillars turned into spears stabbing into the heavens.” The speaker pauses and his tone shifts drastically, faux affability taking the place of muted contemplation. “Well, clearly Giratina isn’t here. Seems I couldn’t have been more wrong!”

“...Mister Volo…”

Voice laden in trepidation, it’s clear that Ingo didn’t activate the recording by accident; it’s a hidden safety measure. Whatever he may have been about to say, he doesn’t get the chance.

“Something’s bothering you.” Volo says, “Did I tip my hand too far when we met earlier? I daresay you know what I’m really after by now.”

Close to the Arc Phone, there’s small, disappointed huff of breath, but no answer.

It’s fine. Volo doesn’t seem to need it.

“Ever since I became convinced that the Original One does exist-- that Arceus really does exist-- there’s been one question that has consumed my thoughts: how can I meet such a being myself?” There’s a smooth transition between the far away, wondering manner these thoughts are expressed into the more streamlined follow up, “It was as an effort to answer that very question that I sought out Giratina, and commanded it to tear open the rift in space and time.”

The admission is almost casual, and the response it garners is taken aback by the brazenness.

“You were the reaso--?”

Volo cuts the other man off before he can derail them from the arranged destination.

“After all, Giratina wanted to make a stand against its creator, to claw back at the one that banished it, but that didn’t do the trick, now did it? So instead, we ran around to gather the fragments of your all-encompassing deity, just as the ruins’ murals directed. Eighteen plates in total.” Cheerfully, he adds, “Ah, no, my math is off. Never did have talent as a merchant, now did I? You only carry seventeen-- so where is the eighteenth?”

Something must happen outside of the pocket’s range, because the verbal response doesn’t follow from that.

There’s something that might be a relieved sigh, followed by a muttered Unovan, “He’s wearing clothes underneath. That’s a step up from the Pink Line.”

Volo seems not to notice the undignified tangent, let alone understand the words being said.

“Now hand over the plates you’ve gathered! I will be the one to bring them together! My desire to meet Arceus cannot be contained any longer! I need to know what it is-- I must know what it is! If I can meet Arceus itself, if I can subjugate the power of the Original One that created the universe, I can create a new, better world!”

There’s a pause, and while the visual component is lacking, his tone changes, dripping with venom-laced honey, “Shouldn’t you, of all people, believe in that? A world where innocent bystanders aren’t plucked from their homes and thrown into conflict on the whim of a glorified Pokemon?”

“I think I understand now.” Ingo says instead, voice firm as he refuses to rise to or even acknowledge the jab, “It had to be someone who wouldn’t fall for your talk of a perfect world. You might consider it a compliment, after a fashion-- this Original One that you’re so desperate to meet acknowledged the threat you pose. I can’t blame it for seeking help, knowing the danger you’ve thrown Hisui into in the name of your ideals; better men than you have followed them and destroyed all they hold dear.”

“Of course I will-- it’s the entire point! The Hisui region-- everything, everyone in it-- will be undone and returned to nothing. Whether or not you wish to battle is irrelevant-- do or don’t, I’ll simply force the plates from your unmoving hands!”

The fabric shifts and, with it, the Arc Phone escapes containment. Seems it had been stored in an inner pocket, and the act of reaching for a pokeball gave it enough room to slip loose.

Rotom zips off to a suitable distance and shakes itself before finding its preferred vantage point. The broken remnants of the Temple of Sinnoh don’t interest it in the slightest-- old news in comparison to the conflict brewing upon the dais.

Standing at the far edge with a Spiritomb in front of him is, undoubtedly, Volo. As per the earlier comment, his clothes are different than usual, the flairs of a white tunic fluttering with the high altitude’s wind. It’s impossible that his ensemble isn’t some sort of costume given the strange construction and flourishes, but he seems completely casual as he stands behind his opening Pokemon, hand braced on his hip.

Tangrowth stands opposite the ghost, already in motion by the time Rotom decides to park itself-- her first move a daring Sludge Bomb. The damage it does is undercut by her opponent’s typing, but the ineffective offense and the extra time it takes for her to regain her bearings are made up for with the toxic sludge that takes effect in the spirit’s core. She endures the retaliatory Shadow Ball, but in lieu of letting Spiritomb seep in poison, Volo pulls back so she can’t get another attack on it, substituting an Arcanine instead.

The fire type is left wide open with the swap, allowing Tangrowth a clean hit on it, and in spite of the type disadvantage, Ingo barely blinks at the changing circumstances. He calls for a familiar agile Sleep Powder, and swiftly has her follow with a strong Ancient Power.

The attack bites hard into Arcanine’s hide, but the answering strong style Raging Fury quickly downs the grass type. Gliscor takes her place, giving its wings a wide stretch. While Arcanine pants, recovering from its assault, a no-frills Earth Power finishes it off.

Volo eyes it a fraction of a second longer than one might expect and, begrudgingly, tosses out what must have been the Gible he’d caught months prior. Its speed is enough to eke out a lead over Gliscor, testing out a middling Dragon Claw against it.

Attention on his opponent instead of the attack-- trusting that Gliscor could weather it without issue-- Ingo calls the bat back, Machamp taking its stead. With a look of something like relief, Volo capitalizes on the chance to use Earth Power, leaning into the safe typing and trying to cause as much damage as he can in a single blow.

Machamp is able to take it, though he looks scuffed as he charges forward, all four hands glowing ice blue; it’s a unique way to chain an agile and strong move together, hitting simultaneously. Against such a devastating type disadvantage, Garchomp reels. It slashes at Machamp just as the fighting type pulls a similar trick with Bullet Punch-- agile paired with agile creates a flurry of blows that land at the same time as its opponent’s attack in spite of their stat differences, and both Pokemon fall away from one another in tandem. Garchomp is wholly unable to battle under the assault, and Machamp somewhat better off; both are immediately recalled.

Across the newly emptied field, the two humans regard one another for a moment, but neither says anything. They both toss their next choices in without seeing what the opposition might consist of.

On one side is a Roserade, on the other, Probopass. Defensively, neither is at an immediate disadvantage, though by the same stroke, neither is done any favors. The same can’t be said for speed, where Roserade most definitely holds the edge, peppering its foe with small, agile Energy Balls.

Probopass snorts, tosses her head and shoots back with Power Gem, only to bear the brunt of Petal Dance a second later. With its opponent fixated on the move, it would be possible to use it against them, but Probopass simply isn’t mobile enough to dodge, and she goes down after a last-ditch strong Flash Cannon.

Her place is taken by Alakazam, who emphatically does not share her mobility restrictions. He outpaces the Roserade by a mile, lashing out with Psychic and handily teleporting out of the way of an already-unsteady Petal Dance. With its eyes on its opponent’s back, it psyches itself into an agile style Calm Mind, and then takes the grass type down. In the aftermath, it’s very little surprise that Alakazam finds itself pitted against Spiritomb, but the ghost’s speed is still abysmal, and its senses ravaged by poison. Before it can get a move in with either of its super effective typings, Alakazam ruthlessly cuts it down with two precisely-timed Dazzling Gleams, rendering the threat null and void.

Volo’s hand twitches over the last of his two pokeballs-- eyes flicking to where he’s seen Gliscor tucked away for a later appearance-- before sending out a Togekiss.

Without a word of instruction, Alakazam teleports back to its own pokeball, leaving the field clear for that very bat. The last minute swap means that Togekiss gets in an Air Slash meant for Alakazam, but Gliscor is unmoved, cackling in something like gleeful anticipation.

With an arsenal of otherwise ineffective moves, it doesn’t even have to wait for a command before striking. While super effective, Stone Edge isn’t inherently capable of downing a full health Togekiss, even boosted with a strong technique-- but maybe it’s something vicious left over from his days as a wild alpha Pokemon, or there’s something fearful in the Togekiss that makes it vulnerable to this particular opponent. The fairy is simply unable to weather, stricken by that single blow. Gliscor crows, tail thrashing proudly.

Expression tight, Volo sends out his last Pokemon: Lucario. Transparently trying to claw victory back from the jaws of defeat, he goes on a self-sabotaging offense, using the natural pause in Gliscor’s rhythm to use his most powerful move first-- even when Close Combat is known to take a toll on its user.

The bat shakes its entire body, quite visibly worse for wear, but it's able to shrug it off for the time being. It trades its first Earth Power for two comparatively feeble Bullet Punches, and then wastes no time drawing the battle to a close, wavering ever so slightly in the air.

As it glides back to its human, grateful for the reprieve, something in Volo snaps.

He turns to the side and laughs for a moment, but then abruptly stops, pressing a hand to his head. In one jerky motion, he flings the hand back to his side and whirls forward once more.

From so far away, it’s hard to see the subtleties of his expression, but his grin is wide and menacing.

“To stop me? That’s why you have the blessing of Arceus? I’ve devoted myself to it beyond any other! Worshiped it as the creator of our entire world! All of my passion, all of my attention, I gave it everything I have. All the time I’ve spent poring over the legends-- you’re right, aren’t you? You’re only here to get in my way!”

At the blatantly aggressive display, Gliscor hisses and wraps itself protectively around its trainer. It means that Ingo’s unable to respond when he has the chance, busy dealing with a sudden faceful of bat; he wrestles it down just in time to see something spark to life behind Volo-- a flash of purple that quickly deepens into an ominous cloud.

Two pitch-dark wings emerge from its depths, blowing a black fogbank across the ruined temple, where it lingers at ankle-level.

The Pokemon pulls itself to its full height, neck craning high, and screams into the heavens, purple energy crackling from the void that frames its form. Volo holds out his arms as if in presentation, head tilted down, his visible eye narrowed in a dangerous crescent as his hair whips around him.

“GIRATINA!”

He screams, and then raises his face to the sky, leveling that venomous grin to whatever may reside above.

“STRIKE HIM DOWN!”

Gliscor is forced to spend precious seconds untangling itself, and so Magnezone is sent out instead. It’s not a terribly speedy Pokemon, though, and against a Pokemon like this, it’s no surprise that it strikes second, well after Aura Sphere has left a deep mark. The Thunder Wave is a good start-- and with the Pokemon unable to react in time to get a second attack off before its foe, Ingo turns his attention elsewhere: to the one at his side.

The potion is easy to apply, the potent mix of berries and herbs sinking directly into Gliscor’s hide. As a downed Magnezone is recalled and Alakazam reenters the battle, Ingo mutters something too quiet for the camera to pick up, and both of his active Pokemon nod.

While Giratina is nimble, Magnezone’s contribution to the battle bears its mark, slowing it well past Alakazam’s base line and allowing the psychic type to send off a Dazzling Gleam before its opponent vanishes. Unable to target it in the interim, the best Alakazam can do is augment its abilities, sneaking in two Calm Minds before Giratina rears its fearsome head again.

The Shadow Force hits so hard that Alakazam is immediately brought to its knees, conscious, but only just.

“Hold the line.” Ingo says to Gliscor, which steels itself and takes up Alakazam’s place.

Before it can react to having a new foe, Giratina doubles down on its previous strategy and sets another Shadow Force into motion. With the lull it provides, Ingo takes the time to treat Alakazam, and then retrieves Machamp’s pokeball to bring it back into the fray, too.

Without such a devastating type advantage, Gliscor is able to weather the Shadow Force from full health. It’s left shaky in the air by the end of the second attack, but through sheer grit, it endures the Dragon Claw that follows, giving its trainer the time he needs to fortify their ranks.

Perhaps seeing no reason he shouldn’t stick with his most physically overwhelming move, Volo orders another Shadow Force, and during the interim, Gliscor returns to its trainer, Machamp hopping in in its place.

He’s too slow to block or dodge the attack, but it’s no matter; as it connects with him, he leans in to make his own move, all four of his fists rapidly super chilled. The circumstances make it too risky to try for a combination of agile and strong just yet, so, ambitions checked, he levels one swift Ice Punch at the dragon and another standard attack while he’s got its face point-blank. Machamp doesn’t let go once he’s made contact.

Giratina screeches and tries to toss its head to dislodge him. The claws of its wings rake against Machoke’s back with Dragon Claw, but he’s laser focused, thrusting his second set of arms into either side of its head in a strong Ice Punch that simply can’t be dodged.

The second time this plays out, Machamp is forced to let go, but sticks close to the strategy.

As the battle begins to wear on it, a wordless shout tries to summon it back to the sidelines. Its trainer’s head jerks to the side, indicating that it should swap out with the freshly-treated Gliscor, but its fatigue has become too much; it only hesitates for a moment, but that’s all it takes for Earth Power to knock it prone, finally down for the count.

In light of this development, Ingo holds a hand up to stay the bat and, when Machamp has been returned to the safety of its pokeball, it’s Alakazam who takes up the fight. When given the opportunity, it sets back up with an agile Calm Mind, and then lets loose with a boosted, strong style Dazzling Gleam.

Giratina stumbles backwards, black smoke scattering in the breeze its momentum creates.

Its eyes flash red.

It wasn’t enough.

The smoke doesn’t disperse, it grows thicker and thicker, an otherworldy fire feeding on any oxygen it touches. Within seconds, the entire temple is blotted out, and Rotom has to frantically push through the smog to avoid being lost within it. Somewhere in the distance, but still perilously close, a serpentine streak whips through the gloom. Gliscor’s head snaps to one side, reacting to the displacement of air, and Alakazam’s whiskers twitch.

It’s hard to see it through the miasma, and certainly not what one would focus on in the moment, but the Arc Phone captures a strange shadow on the ground, growing darker by the moment. It twitches unnaturally, out of sync with the person who casts it, a pace away from where it should rest. In an ironic echo of the silhouette against Palkia’s iridescent hide, it stretches beneath the all-encompassing fog, and instead of willingly stepping foot into the unknown, the lot of them are dragged through a hole in reality.

Rotom shudders in the air and pans around, looking for its friends, but nothing is beneath it.

Not empty space.

Nothing.

When the Arc Phone focuses, all it finds is a swirling blue absence. The way the void folds in on itself can only be conceptualized as a nauseating fishbowl effect, compounded by the lack of scale. It feels like the camera zooms out past the limits of what the human eye can perceive whilst simultaneously honing in, searching for a scrap of solid detail amongst the whorls of darkness. When it doesn’t find a subject, the image, mercifully, begins to blur.

There’s a dampened screech, and, uncertainly, Rotom thinks to shift up.

Above lies a craggy patch of dry earth, and three familiar figures are collapsed upon it. As if questioning itself, Rotom peeks downwards for a second-- and last-- time, before hastily moving back to its group. The internal gyroscope complains, but it flips itself to align with the others, and gives a small, relieved warble. Alakazam opens one eye to look at it, the other nearly covered by the hand pressed to its skull, and offers a short nod.

While its face isn’t visible at first, Gliscor’s ears swivel unceasingly, head continuously tilting as it tries to regain its bearings. It’s found its trainer, at least, and clings to him as its anchoring point. When its massive head pushes into the crook of Ingo’s neck, it becomes clear that it’s seeking comfort just as much as the means to right itself.

Ingo himself is unnaturally still, unresponsive to his partner Pokemon’s bid for reassurance. Where he sits in a rumpled heap, he blinks forcefully, over and over, as if to clear smoke from his eyes, pupils pinpricks against his pale irises. His breathing is nearly unnoticeable, and what can be made out escapes into the aether in staccato bursts, lingering as a colorless halo of vapor.

To the side, Alakazam floats upright, gradually extending both of its hands, and psychic energy pulses between them. It’s not how Calm Mind is generally utilized, but a welcome application nonetheless, and some semblance of alertness is restored. Ingo blinks again, but his brows furrow this time, and he draws a rasping breath; it seems labored in a way its shallow predecessors hadn’t, the very act of filling his lungs a struggle. His hand finds Gliscor’s head while he’s still processing, and he spends several ragged inhalations with the bat pressed to his shoulder, the reciprocal pressure a comfort to them both.

When he finally looks around, after a handful of seconds that seem to stretch much, much longer, there’s not much to see. They’ve got a small chunk of land bobbing in a sea of nothing.

“My, my, not as well adjusted as you liked to believe?” Says a familiar, self-satisfied voice. It would be difficult to pick the directionality out, if not for the glimpse back into their world, a screaming beacon of light even with evening settling over the temple. Though the portal lingers in front of them, Volo looks down upon them, where they’d fallen into the shadows.

The self satisfaction doesn’t last, however. His grin wanes, both as confusion settles in its place, and as miasma chokes the window out of existence.

“Giratina—!”

Giratina isn’t listening. It dives up into view, a sprawling, sinuous giant coiling in defiance of the inverted gravity. What had once been its wings fan out behind it, strands of darkness waving in a nonexistent breeze.

Gliscor spreads its own wings and hisses from the depths of its chest, steady enough to put itself into the line of fire as Giratina lunges forward. Its tendrils make a potent Dragon Claw, but Gliscor barely flinches. He takes the initiative and swings his tail into the ground, using the debris to retaliate with Earth Power, and seeing the rapidfire exchange, Ingo snaps back to the lack of reality.

He offers Alakazam a short nod as he pushes himself to his feet and then jerks his head, ordering it onto the field. Gliscor doesn’t retreat; it’s not a substitution, the rules have changed. With the world quite literally turned upside down, he’s adopting a different style, giving them the best chance they have. Two on one.

Giratina’s eyes fix upon Alakazam; it can recognize the greatest threat and easiest target, and it readies an attack, phasing out of existence beneath Gliscor’s Stone Edge. It’s not frenzied, but neither is it acting with a clear head. Having abandoned its partner in this battle, it has to make a decision, move to enact it, and then react all within the span of a few seconds-- and right now, it’s chosen poorly. Type advantages mean nothing if a move doesn’t connect, and Shadow Force has already demonstrated its fatal flaw.

“Prepare for departure! Hold a Teleport!” Ingo calls, and practically has to force the second half out around the coughing fit that ensues. Alakazam freezes as it hones its senses, trying to find the right moment. Its brow pinches in concern at what it hears, but its focus doesn’t break; it trusts its trainer to conduct the lot of them through this, and if he hasn’t called for its assistance, it won’t risk his strategy.

The instant Giratina emerges from the omnipresent shadows, Alakazam blips away to dodge the actual attack, its psychic abilities keeping it afloat even as it abandons the patch of ground to hover beyond their foe. The warped sense of scale makes it difficult to pick out from behind the loops of Giratina’s body, but it’s there, patient and still, eyes calm as it looks to Ingo for direction.

“Hold! Aerial Ace, Gliscor, agile! And again, if you can! Don’t let up!”

And Gliscor can. Its natural agility weaves it through the currents that Giratina itself has created in the dead air, outpacing it and peppering it with razor sharp wingbeats. Giratina is left to make a snap decision: focus on the Pokemon that’s hovering idle, a sitting Ducklett that isn’t even looking at Giratina, or deal with the bat actively slashing into its hide. Without anyone to think better of it, instinct chooses its priority; it’s had enough of Gliscor whittling away at it, and sets its tendrils into motion, half attack, half restraint.

Gliscor catches one in between its teeth and chomps down in a vicious grin as Alakazam finally receives its orders. The breath Ingo draws to call for the decisive move is audible, not only because of how eerily silent it is here, but because it comes as a wheeze. “Strong style Dazzling Gleam-- put everything you can into it!”

Alakazam is already in motion by the time ‘strong style’ echoes into the darkness, glowing with a buildup of psychic power.

Ingo’s hands curl into fists as he judges the Pokemon involved-- Giratina’s back left wide open, the excess of energy wreathing Alakazam, Gliscor gnawing into the limb holding it immobile-- and he jerks his head down, mentally calling the match.

In hindsight, the trail of facts is there to follow: though Giratina represents both an illegal seventh and eighth participant, the battle never drew to a close. Their arena may have changed, but there was never a moment where tensions were allowed to ease; the adrenaline that carries a Pokemon’s stat boosts or debuffs hasn’t faded, and, in fact, Alakazam’s senses have only grown sharper under the last Calm Mind. Its power has risen to incredibly potent levels, and its teammate has given it an unobstructed path forward.

Giratina may be a force to reckon with, but the unifying rule of Doubles and Multis is this:

You win or lose by your partner.

In that moment, it’s abundantly clear that Giratina is alone, and doomed to failure because of it.

It screeches under the force behind Dazzling Gleam, then wails again, from something greater than pain. Its barbed tail convulses, and where there had once been nothing, it tears a gash back to reality. Light pours in, and it immediately slips through, Gliscor still stuck tooth-deep in its shadowy limb. A hand snaps out to snatch Rotom up and, at that exact moment, Alakazam fills the screen. For the second time, it’s caught on camera, a yellow blur pulling its friend to safety.

The darkness below dims rapidly, the path to the other world dwindling in milliseconds. Gliscor lands on the Temple of Sinnoh’s cracked floor, jostled loose by the shifting of Giratina’s wings, from six back to two, but the dragon isn’t waiting for its form to settle. It coasts eastward, and as their paths cross for what might be the last time, it shoots a look to Volo.

Volo’s expression is locked in a grinning, apoplectic rage.

“Turning tail and running? From this wreck of a man? PATHETIC! I was the one who fed you that power, so you might dethrone Arceus!” He whirls to watch it go, limbs trembling with untapped fury. “I was the one who gave you the chance to claw your way into this world! To drag its creator out from hiding! You’ve betrayed us both!”

All at once, his energy seems to escape him. His charade is up, Pokemon defeated, and his fair weather ally has blown him off. His gaze draws up, to the sky well beyond the temple’s boundary. “How? How could this happen? Almighty Arceus, if you have any heart within you, then tell me… what is it that you find so lacking in me?”

The plea goes unanswered. There’s a soft, sudden intake of breath-- of recognition-- marred with a lingering wheeze. The hold on Rotom redoubles.

Unaware of what’s going on behind him, Volo’s voice trembles. “...do you mean to tell me that this world doesn’t need to be remade?”

When this, too, finds silence as its answer, he looks over one slumped shoulder to stare balefully at his adversary. “You. Answer me. When you spoke of chasing ideals, of destroying all one holds dear… is this what you meant? Not the world, but myself?”

It takes a moment for Ingo to answer, between his attempts to reorient himself and what must be racing thoughts. With the Arc Phone still caught in his iron grip, the specifics can’t be seen, but it’s clear on his Pokemon: Alakazam sways in the air-- still stubbornly upright, still able to battle if the traitor forces its hands-- and Gliscor has opted to scuttle across the temple on its claws and hind legs instead of working out which way is up. It does its best to scale its human, as evidenced by the way the camera sways and the edge of a wing that pokes into frame, folding protectively around Ingo’s shoulders.

Ingo's voice wavers at first, but, with the practiced skill of a guide and authority figure, he forces it smooth.

“Tunnel vision is a trap. If you hold one goal up to the exclusion of all else, you’ve already set yourself up for failure.” There’s a quirk to his voice that suggests he’s not entirely convinced he’s doing the right thing-- that he shouldn’t be saying this, but the conviction rules out, and he continues without pause. “I understand chasing a dream with everything you have, but that alone won’t take you to your highest state.”

Volo stares at him for a long few seconds and then closes his eye. It opens again as he turns in full and strides over to close the gap, sparing the slightest, dispassionate glance for Rotom when it manages to wiggle free. While it’s possible he’s readying an assault, there are still two Pokemon there, flanking their trainer, and he’d surely be on the losing end if he made any attempt at it.

“Here.” He says, defeated, and holds out something blocky and purple, “Take it, but know this: someday, I’ll stand before Arceus at last. No matter how many centuries it takes me, I will conquer it. As its chosen envoy, you deserve to know that you’ll be ripped from this home, too, to face me again.”

Ingo studies the item for a second, hand shaking as it raises up, but doesn’t take the offering just yet. He studies Volo’s face, like he’s committing it to memory, and then sets his hand down to accept the final plate. “You’re a historian, someone who uncovers and learns from the past. While I see that you’ll accept no terminal called end, you might consider what’s happened today and whether this truly is the destination you mean to aim for.”

As the slab eases from his grip, Volo also eyes the other man up and down. He gives a single guffaw and shakes his head. “I can’t begin to guess at where Arceus plucked you from.”

And, with that, he departs.

No one has the energy to give chase; they stay standing until Volo has departed down the mountainside, and then collapse in a heap of Pokemon, human and technology. Gliscor pushes his face against his human’s arm, craning to get a look at the plate. Eyes smiling-- if nothing else-- Ingo humors the bat and tilts it toward him.

“Thank you. Thank you both, for everything-- for trusting me, for taking the wheel when I derailed, for…” He chokes on a laugh, “For winning. You won! You beat Giratina twice over!”

He’s breathless by the end of it, his gasping disbelief stemming not from a lack of confidence, but the nature of what they’d just endured.

“I’m so proud of you. Of all of you.” He says, and lays his head back against Alakazam. It snorts, whiskers fluttering wildly, but seems perfectly fine with the arrangement.

Ingo stares up for a moment, into the darkening sky. One hand works into the fur behind Gliscor’s ear, and with a sigh of relief, he closes his eyes.

“You’ve done so much already. It’s selfish to ask for more, but… please. Be it weeks or years, please, when I depart from this station, will you align with my tracks?”

He can’t see the way Gliscor’s face contorts in confusion, or how Alakazam rolls its eyes, but the physical sensations say plenty. Gliscor drops bonelessly on top of him and begins to nibble at his hair, and while Alakazam is all but tapped, a gentle glow comes across, where its fingers lay upon the exposed skin of its human’s hand.

Seems it was never actually in question.

Rotom drops down in full, losing its precarious view of the others in favor of watching dusk spread. Every now and then, the edge of a spoon drifts into view, riding the rise and fall of Alakazam’s chest.

The recording ends without fanfare, set to the soothing lull of steady breathing.

Chapter Text

We’ve seen what drives a person to join the ranks of Team Plasma and the like, but what do you suppose drives the leaders?

Team Plasma was a poor example, as their leader didn’t actually share the views he espoused, but suppose for a moment that he had. What would drive a person to want to reroute the natural order?

How much suffering must they have endured?

What Volo said… I don’t agree with him, but I think I can sympathize, to some small extent. Whatever he’s lived through, I can’t compare, because I haven’t truly lost anything, but at times it certainly feels like I have.

If I hadn’t chosen to adapt to the circumstances, would I have considered his proposal? As much as I want to refute the idea, we’ll never know for certain.

You’ve probably guessed as much, but he does remind me of the Plasma defectors, in a way. At its core, his ideal was a noble one, but it could never become truth. I hope he’s able to follow their example, and find a more productive outlet for his passions-- perhaps even to atone for his hand in the disaster that plagued Hisui.

I’m beginning to think that might be the basis for all of this, actually. Volo accused Arceus of being heartless, but if this truly was its mission for me, I don’t believe his judgment holds much weight. It could have been cruel. It could have sent someone who would have torn his plan to shreds and left him that much worse off, that much more desperate to see his perfect world take shape, no matter what it took. I’m not saying that I was the only option, or even the best one, but I think I understand a little better, now.

I also wonder for Giratina. The other plates emphasized its anger and rage, and Volo suggested that it was banished for those traits, but the plate he gave me uses a different word entirely. It says that Arceus ‘gave’ the other side to Giratina. It might have been a punishment in a sense, but I can’t help but think that it was an act of mercy, too. It had to be stopped, but as with Volo, the solution didn’t have to be a cruel one. In its own way, I think it tried to choose kindness.

There was a point at which I truly did despise Arceus for what it had done. I won’t say I’ve forgiven it, but… the evidence suggests that its heart was in the right place, and I’m afraid that’s always been my weakness.

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Seeking the Remaining Plates: With help from Cogita's hints, you've gathered 17 plates in all. Search for the remaining plate with Volo's aid. COMPLETE

On the Trail of Giratina: A huge shadow has been seen in the Cobalt Coastlands; there's a strong chance it is Giratina, the fearsome Pokemon you recently battled.

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A series of pictures is taken across what’s recognizably the Cobalt Coastlands, all centered around the same subject. This doesn’t seem to be a Pokemon at first glance, but a massive patch of shade.

When it’s first spotted, it’s on the shore, far in the distance. Half of it lays flat on the sands, half distorts in bizarre fashion in order to stretch up the rocky formations leading to the Deadwood Haunt. Due to the unnatural bend in it, it’s difficult to make the exact shapes out, but it seems somewhat serpentine in nature. In and of itself, that detail speaks volumes.

It’s next seen as a demure spiral curled up in a secluded inlet. The native Spheal here are caught as they mill about, but none of them dare tread on this foreign silhouette. A distinct hand shape is visible just beyond the cliff the photograph is taken from, but this time, the Ambipom is too distant to make a nuisance of itself.

...not so for the Aipom at the photographer’s level, however. There’s a quick interlude as the pre-evolved form grips the Arc Phone in its tail and makes a break for it; whether it’s sheer dumb luck or Rotom decided to take initiative, there’s an entire sequence wherein Ingo is seen chasing after it, culminating in one final snapshot where he has the Aipom by the scruff in one hand, and is gripping the strap of an unfamiliar backpack in the other.

Once the Arc Phone has returned to its owner, the hunt is back on.

The next sighting is from a distance, the foreground studded with dead, bleached white trees and the flying types that flock amongst them. Far, far away, though, out in the water, one of the two curving spires seems to be discolored. By the time the camera operator is near enough to get a better look, it’s sunset, which only highlights the fact that the shadow hasn’t moved one bit. In direct defiance of light, it curls around the rightmost pillar, creating an interesting spiral effect. This picture is followed by a second one, still in the same basic location-- presumably to settle in for the night-- but aimed at the steep slope of Firespit Island where, for once, the entirety of the shadow is visible as it basks like a Yanma on a sunning stone.

Its tendrils have been captured as they sway listlessly, a stark contrast to how they’d been used before. The barbed tail is tucked beneath a crested head, giving the impression of a Liepard napping with one eye open. Strangely, even though night has fallen by this point, the shape is more distinct than it ever was in the daytime.

The photos stop for the evening, interspersed with a brief snippet of video as Rotom zooms through a campsite above the shore. Tangrowth cranes her vines into a nearby tree, searching for berries or small bugs, and Decidueye makes a game of shooting down the leaves she jostles loose. Machamp lounges near a fire, basking in the warmth while Typhlosion pokes her nose into the flames and completely ignores the food cooking above. The lone human among them sits off to one side, overwhelmed-- his lap full of Samurott, trying to get even closer than it already is, while Gliscor clings to his back.

Rotom focuses on none of that. Instead, it spends several minutes antagonizing a nearby Dusclops-- until a length of rotting bandage whips out at it, driving it back to safety. Humiliated, it clicks off before the Arc Phone’s owner can comment on the spectacle it’s made of itself.

It’s overcast when the pictures start up again the next day, which seems to be a mixed blessing. While it’s more difficult to see far into the distance, the shadow proves to be just as crisply visible as it was after nightfall. Looking out from what seems to be the shore of Firespit Island, there’s a portion of water distinct from the rest, both in the discoloration and that the Tentacool seem to be skirting around it. It’s an interesting view, even after the fact-- the shadow doesn’t seem to be thrown atop the water, but deep beneath it, casting a smaller footprint than it had for any prior sighting.

The chase continues.

Next is a somewhat wobbly picture, taken on the threshold where blades of grass begin to poke up from the shore. There are two potential reasons for the unsteady camerawork: it could be the Empoleon charging in headlong from the left, or it could be that the angle suggests the photographer has only just realized they’re standing directly in the shadow’s center.

The last finally-- intentionally-- breaks the pattern. It’s taken from up high, presumably overlooking the same shore, well outside of the alpha’s territory. The picture’s rightmost edge is framed by a sloping cliff, and even through the thick mist plaguing the image, the lights of Firespit Island are visible in the distance. It’s not terribly late in the day, but in this particular spot, it’s dim and it can’t be chalked entirely up to the fog.

In spite of the murky atmosphere all around, the shadow is nowhere to be seen.

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The camera starts upright, facing the sky. Despite the mist surrounding it on all sides, the sun beams down, through the branches of the tree above.

For the duration, the only visuals are the leaves above swaying in a high wind and the slow-moving cloud bank passing through. The breeze is strong, and the ocean can be heard some ways off. In the opposite direction, there are Pokemon splashing around in a smaller body of water.

Somewhere very nearby, a series of notes rings out. They come from a woodwind instrument, the tones suggesting it’s of organic make. The quality of the play, however, leaves a great deal to be desired; clumsy and off key without any semblance of form, it’s clear that whatever this instrument is, it’s very new to the person attempting to play it.

The entire video carries on like that: a distant ocean, Pokemon playing and a human testing how their flute works. It couldn’t be more mundane, but there’s something special in it, in how much it reminds the viewer-- no matter who they are-- of someone and somewhere they hold dear.

It feels like coming home.

Chapter Text

The camera starts up on the familiar dirt road of Jubilife Village, operating under its own power-- though it seems to be playing nice with its owner today.

“It occurs to me that I didn’t actually keep up on documenting Jubilife’s growth as a settlement.” Says the man in question; off to the side, his hand pokes into frame as he turns a palm up in apology.

At the movement, Rotom pivots to look at him, and as it does, it reveals that there are a fair number of people on this portion of the road. One seems to be bartering over salt, out front a small shop, and another inspecting berries on display. Opposite them, a similar negotiation seems to be in progress between a man in a red uniform and an individual stationed to the side of a cart. There’s more happening beyond them, but with the people in the foreground, the details can’t be made out yet.

“It’s a bit funny, actually. The last time I made a recording like this, I’d just finished handing my research off to Professor Laventon. That’s precisely what I was doing today as well, but I suspect that it’s for the last time. I’ll still be in the village for several days, able to answer questions if he has any, but-- ah.” He stops abruptly and laughs to himself, “I’m getting sidetracked. What I mean to demonstrate is how much Jubilife has changed, as there’s been a great deal of development in the time since. When you take the means into account, it’s no small feat-- I’ll have to impress upon Captain Sanqua just how remarkable her Construction Corps’ work is…”

He starts down the dusty path, the Arc Phone hovering behind him, dutifully following what he points out. The housing block seems more active, and as he passes the building next to the store, a familiar face rockets through its interior.

Ingo turns to look as his name is called and Arezu waves him down, her severe lean only possible due to the grip she has on the door. They speak for a moment, and Ingo glances back at Rotom at one point, then nods. The two of them part ways not long after.

There’s a similar-- if much more dignified-- acknowledgment at the next storefront, where one woman is looking over a kimono top and two more are deep in conversation in the main building. The one with the dark, elaborate hairstyle glances up and raises a hand as he passes, which is promptly returned.

He pauses just after moving past, then seems to think better of whatever he’d had in mind.

His compromise is to continue along the path, but explain, “I don’t want to interrupt her work, but it’s only right to finally give Anthe proper credit for how much she’s helped me. My coat was in a sorry state before she repaired it, and she did an absolutely spectacular job. I’ve tried to express my gratitude, but she won’t hear it any longer.”

He wanders past the previously-seen photography studio without commentary, but stops at the gate for an excited exchange with the man standing guard. The sentinel looks surprised for a moment, but then laughs, posture turning slightly embarrassed. He nods, and Ingo practically shouts what must be a thank you, recognizable regardless of the language he speaks.

Tucked away behind the gate’s massive door, a Mr. Mime acts out peering around a wall to watch as he turns and leaves. It earns itself a jaunty wave, and pretends to duck back behind its invisible wall.

As the camera turns to follow, it shows the biggest difference in the village yet: not only are there more Pokemon in the paddock-- and even people inside, interacting with a Bibarel and Luxray among others-- but where there had once been an open field and idle construction equipment now stands a new row of housing.

‘New’ is a somewhat relative term, however, as it’s clear from a glance that these homes have been established for some time, helping their residents lead active lives. It’s first exemplified by the old woman resting in the shade, beneath what must be her Chimecho, then the half-depleted pile of firewood stored in between the eaves to keep dry, and finally the mats laid out in the sun to dry a recent Magikarp catch.

At the block’s end is an empty palette, upon which three children congregate. Their words are indistinct, but their postures would be familiar to anyone with playground experience: one flopped on his back, another kicking his feet and the last sitting with his knees tucked close to his chest. For lack of anything else to do, all three stop to look as Ingo passes by. One of them calls something out, and gets a pointed question in return. He flushes pink and turns his back, doing his utmost to act like nothing just happened.

“Seems he might benefit from some more practice with mud balls before graduating to pokeballs, after all.” He confides to Rotom, amused, as it swoops around to get a different vantage point.

The new perspective highlights the fact that it’s not just one extra row of living space-- this expansion must have come second to the new homes built back to back against the original block. Rotom swishes by to look down the alleyway as they pass it, but there doesn’t seem to be anything of note.

Jubilife’s southern gate is the same as ever, and the Arc Phone pivots again to put the main road on display. It still ends in Galaxy Hall, of course, but people congregate on its either side, going about their day or stopping to talk with neighbors.

Ingo pauses here, and looks down the road, too.

“I feel like there should be more to say about how the village itself has evolved since I first arrived here, but I never idled at this terminal for too terribly long. What little I did was either spent in recovery, cooperating with the Survey Corps or running around chasing Pokemon down. That’s changed somewhat in recent months, but Jubilife was only ever a temporary stop. While it was somewhat more long term than I had expected, that also holds true of Hisui itself.”

He looks off to the side-- toward the fields-- while the Arc Phone is still pointed down the lane. For just a couple of seconds, it refocuses itself, still aimed in the same direction, but centered on the distant peak of Mount Coronet. Its silhouette is crisp against the blue sky, albeit obscured by the clouds slowly passing in front of it. There’s no sign that the rift had ever existed in the first place.

Footsteps sound, and Rotom swings back around to tail its companion.

Again, there’s only a perfunctory glance down the new row of homes. In a small courtyard, there’s a hutch where baskets hang. A small pull-cart sits nearby, idle for the moment, but out of the way, sitting amongst the barrels it likely had a hand in moving.

They quickly move on to the expanded farmland. There are more plots than before, dense with vegetation: rows of cabbage, corn and sweet potatoes, but also a number of less recognizable plants. Ingo hesitates here, and then, in the interest of historical accuracy, slowly works his way past the more exotic flora, listing out names. Some are familiar, like pep-up plant and plump beans, but others aren’t-- the likes of sand radishes and candy truffles.

He comes to a complete halt at a planter full of vibrant leaves.

“I, ah. May have made a mistake in regards to the mint I acquired here.” He confesses, a hand curling around the wooden box they’ve been established in. “I remembered that it was easy to propagate, but I failed to anticipate how prolific it was. It never occurred to me that this planting method was to keep it from spreading, and not to keep it safe from the elements or foragers. The Pokemon and I have tried fighting it back, but I’m afraid Heart’s Home Arena may never be the same.”

“...in my defense, Sneasler did find the offering incredibly amusing-- just not the way I had expected when I introduced it.” He sighs heavily and, shaking his head, continues onward.

While they don’t stop at the bridge, Rotom does take a moment to stabilize itself and look down the waterway before giving chase once more.

The marked boundary of the battlefield they move onto is completely deserted, but the red-roofed building is bustling. Its doors are open, and the Arc Phone briefly catches a glimpse of the red haired woman from before, seemingly in the middle of leading some kind of exercise. While he turns to look, Ingo resumes his pace without saying anything, and it’s only once they’re well past that he comments at all.

“Best not to draw her attention while they’re training. It’s a mistake I don’t intend to repeat.”

Interestingly, instead of making a turn onto the main street again, he continues forward, to a small boulder and the tiny shrine built upon it. Its bamboo roof protects the icon beneath from the weather, but moss is already growing on the stone shape. In front of it rest two pieces of mochi and a fresh lily: an offering.

It seems this stop has only been included in the interest of being thorough, because once it’s been documented, Ingo moves to carry on down the worn path to Galaxy Hall. On the way, he passes a new stall and a lone merchant selling some kind of blue candy, and raises a hand in greeting as he moves by the Wallflower.

The last moments of footage find the frame filled with Galaxy Hall once more, steam rising from its many chimneys.

“I still think I’d like to see what Jubilife becomes,” Ingo says, looking away from the building and to the Arc Phone-- albeit from the corner of his eye, “But knowing the people who made it what it is today, it’s going to be bittersweet. As inspiring as it may be to see the distance it crosses, I’ll always know it as this village first.”

Anticipating the hand that raises toward it, Rotom drifts down and the recording ends.

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The trainers you passed most recently are:

Commander Kamado

Custom Survey Question: What faction are they from?

Answer: Galaxy Team.

Custom Survey Question: What is their role?

Answer: Head of the Galaxy Team.

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: His Snorlax is his ace, but he also uses a Golem, Clefairy, Braviary and, as it turns out, a Heracross. I’m unsure if the Heracross is a new addition, or if he saw some reason to leave it behind when he brought the Security Corps out to the Highlands.

Notes (private): I’d suspected as much, but the stakes at Mount Coronet made him rash. He’s a much more practical battler when he has a calm head… and now that I type that, I’m retroactively concerned.

Captain Zisu

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: She trains more than a full party of Pokemon! I’ve battled her team of Ambipom, Honchkrow, Luxray and Zoroark before, and was aware that she had a Lopunny, but when I challenged her today, she only used one of them, and then an entirely different team! The composition was less than ideal, but I suspect that’s in service to seeing that everyone gets proper exercise. As I recall, this second team consisted of the Lopunny I’d seen before, a Rapidash, Steelix, Drifblim and Infernape.

Pokemon Trainer Ress

Custom Survey Question: What Pokemon do they favor?

Answer: As mentioned before, he favors an unevolved Shinx, Starly and Bidoof, all of which have been trained spectacularly. I asked if he might consider adding the village’s Luxray, Staraptor and Bibarel to his roster, and while they’re not completely comfortable in the partnership yet, I believe it’s going to be a successful match.

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Keep an Eye Out for Aipom!: Hiko from the village had his pack stolen by some Aipom. Coincidentally, you recently discovered a lost travel pack in the Cobalt Coastlands after recovering a stolen item. COMPLETE

Back-Alley Mr. Mime: Andra wants your help again, this time about a Mr. Mime that's behaving suspiciously. COMPLETE

Nostalgia is for a Time: Speak with Adaman about the pressing future.

Nostalgia is for a Place: Speak with Irida about where you’re going from here.

Chapter Text

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Instead of words, the first thing that comes across is a deep breath. It’s nearly indistinguishable from the high winds in the background, but if one were to listen carefully, they would find it. Somewhere very nearby, something whistles faintly in a number of varied tones.

“I tried playing the flute when I arrived here,” The caller says, “Seems all that practice was for nothing; when I approached the dais, something guided me through the song I was meant to perform. It was… a very strange sensation, but I recognized it. It was the same thing I felt when that Pokemon spoke to me years ago. Arceus.”

A gust of wind picks up and the whistling grows louder. There’s a shuffling sound-- a satchel being opened and fastened shut again-- and, by the end of it, the warbling stops.

“There’s a path, now-- a staircase. It’s not exactly to code, but that’s to be expected given the nature of it; I would be more surprised if the platforms leading into open air were OSHA compliant.” He says, distantly entertained at the idea, only to sober and lead into, “The message is quite clear: I’m meant to follow it wherever it takes me… but I couldn’t help but hesitate.”

The next audible breath trembles, just a touch, and he follows it with a slow deliberateness, forcing the pattern and stabilizing himself. His voice is an odd mix of resolute and wondering when he speaks up again, set in his decision, but...

“It’s not that I’ve suddenly given up; it’s more the uncertainty of this new course. I can’t see where the track leads, and as I looked at it, stretching into the sky, I was struck with the knowledge that if I walk up those steps, I’m unable to guarantee where-- or when-- I’ll come back down. Hopefully this is what I’ve worked toward all this time, and I’m about to start the final leg of the commute home… but if my suspicions prove incorrect, if Arceus really is as cruel as Volo seemed to think, I could just be walking into another blizzard. Even so, it may be a risk, but… what other choice do I have?”

He pauses for a moment, fabric rustling. It’s a distinctive sound, a coat being pulled around oneself, and is followed by a handful of muted footsteps against stonework. The beat of silence hangs, calm, pensive-- broken as the speaker sighs.

It’s more than that, though. He breathes out.

“I’ve spent some time observing the Coronet Highlands from this end of the temple. At one point, I saw Sneasler below, headed toward Heart’s Home Arena. She did me the honor of escorting me up, but departed before I attempted to play the Azure Flute. I would be worried, but I think it’s because she’s not the type to let a goodbye linger; if she had any inkling that I was walking into peril, I know she would put me on a different track-- by force if necessary.”

The wind falls silent. That seems strange, knowing he’s standing at the very peak of Mount Coronet, but if he notices, he doesn’t have anything to say about it. He draws another breath.

“A part of me will miss this place, and certainly the people I’ve met here. At first glance, they were harsh, but it’s simply the way a person has to survive when the land itself is always two steps away from killing you. They were there when it counted, and even those who couldn’t afford to reach out carried an ideal in their hearts-- the hopes of a better way to live. To me, that says that they wanted to be kind, even if they couldn’t today.”

The thought is broken up by a small, apprehensive slip of a laugh: a glimpse of the too-human vulnerability that lies beneath, unguarded in this moment.

“If I can be honest with you, I am afraid of what lies ahead. There’s something yet to come, a higher sta--” He stops abruptly and laughs again-- properly this time, echoing across the temple, clear down the mountainside-- and redirects himself, “Something bigger than I can adequately describe. I have a good guess at what it is; I just don’t know what else I can do to appease it.”

As the reverberations fade, so does the fleeting amusement. His tone shifts, and in the moment, it would be nigh on impossible to name everything the inflection carries. There’s sorrow, certainly, unwavering determination… and below both, below everything else it encompasses, there’s an aching tenderness reaching out.

“I hope you’re well. The recent years must have been difficult in ways I can’t even begin to imagine, and I can’t apologize enough for all the trouble my absence must have caused you. Hisui and Unova are two very different beasts, but both are dangerous in their own ways, and I can only trust that you’ve found a way to endure. Whatever may have happened, and wherever you find yourself now, I hope you’ve never doubted how much I love you, Emmet.”

His voice cracks on it-- on his brother’s name-- and Ingo has to take a moment to recover.

“Even if it’s not soon… I will see you again. I promise.”

And, finally, the line closes.

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The Deified Pokemon. COMPLETE.