Eva is no stranger to early adventure. It’s easy to spring out of bed and meet Angelo and Zac at the designated lift off time, especially when the adventure is this thrilling. A disappearing island out in the Hoenn Sea, loving given many colorful names by the locals, Angelo explained. Since their conversation, Eva did some of her own homework. She no doubt knew the myths surrounding the island better than Angelo, but she was no longer naïve to the tall tales of the sailors and the lore that lived on through them.

From the air, it’s pristine, beautiful, untouched. There are no buildings, no fires, no sign of any inhabitants. The scene is as she expects it when they land. The seaplane comes to a smooth rest on the golden sand. The doctor is the lucky one that didn’t get shot gun. It makes sense, she’s much smaller than Zac. When Angelo swings open the door, Eva is quick to deplane with her pack, jumping onto the sand with a soft thud.

As if to convince herself its real, she bends down, picking up the soft sand and letting it flow between her fingers. There’s no tracks in the sand, just a windblown golden sea.

Eva stands, placing her hands on her hips turn towards the center of the island itself, ”What happens if we’re on the island when it disappears?” Eva assumes they don’t know, which makes it all that more exciting.

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Eva assumed the answer would be ‘no clue’ but Angelo simply confirms it. Although the prospect doesn’t scare her: she’s enthralled by it. Where did the island go? What happened to any inhabitants? The questions would be endless as they scrolled through the Professor’s head.

Only one way to find out!

“Why?” Eva glances over to Angelo as if he already knows the answer – he should, “There’s something to discover out here and I want to help,” she fidgets with the straps on her backpack to make it a bit tighter for hiking, “Plus, I hope it helps with my own research in some way. Things that disappear make me suspicious of Primal Energy involvement,” She could go more in depth if she needs to but she’d rather not bore Angelo with the details.

At the prompt of midday, Eva checks her own watch then peers up into the sky at rising sun, “Midday, got it,” she sets an alarm on her watch, just in case.

“So, in your survey of the island, what does the terrain look like? Anything of particular interest?” In other words – Does Angelo have a game plan?

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Nothing special, huh? Eva’s gaze glances up to the canopy of the trees that stretch tall above them. They could easily conceal areas of interest, “Guess we’ll just need to map it out by foot then, huh?” sounds laborious, but Eva is willing to put in the elbow grease to get the good lay of the land.

Following his lead, Eva walks just behind Angelo, the subtle heat of the sun disappearing from the back of her neck as they step further into the trees. It’s beautiful, untouched, rich with life, although there is no sign of a single pokemon to be seen.

No flying-types hopping through the canopy, no Mankey swinging from vines, no rattata scurrying through the underbrush. What kind of a place had no wild pokemon?

“I think that’s a great idea. I’ll be honest, the fact that I haven’t seen any pokemon worries me,” It does make her concerned that something living may not survive the “trip”. Whatever the trip may be, “Definitely doesn’t hurt to try recording it too,” you never know until you try!

Eva pauses to glance around, “We’ll just have to put it somewhere where we’ll remember it,” Someplace obvious that’s easy to find again, “How about . . . over there,” she points towards a rather large rock formation. It stands on its own with rays of sun dancing across the grey surface. Large enough to spot from a distance and solitary amongst a sea of green, ”You can prop it up in that crevice or something,” might provide a good view for recording.

The plan is simple enough. Leave a recording device, come back next Tuesday and check it. Perhaps it will catch sight of some well-hidden pokemon that purposefully evade their presence. Hopefully, they’ll be able to glean a few answers from it.

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A week later they find themselves back in Angelo’s Sea Plane, headed back to the island they had left. Eva anxiously glances out the window until the endless sea horizon is interrupted by the irregular appearance of the island. A part of her is relieved that it shows up again even though she trusted Angelo that it would.

It’s the same beach, untouched just as before. It’s surreal.

Another wave of relief washes over her when they spot the device still sitting in the same spot as before, “Phew! It’s a relief to see that it made it!” she smiles brightly in anticipation to what they’ll find on the recording.

Eva happily plants herself beside Angelo and leans in to study the screen. What they see and hear gives her goosebumps. They roll across her bare skin accompanied by a unnerving shiver. There’s no protest when he plays it again. In all honesty, she’s having a hard time wrapping her head around it.

When it’s over for the second time, her brows are pinched in confusion and deep thought. She leans back, her mind racing in an attempt to make sense of what they just heard.

In response to Angelo, she shakes her head, “I – I have no idea what that could be. I’ve never heard anything like it,” she thinks for a moment longer, “The sounds are . . . unnatural, distorted,” is that what it sounds like in the Distortion World? Eva doesn’t know . . . but Katherine Fairburne might. Too bad she’s never spoken to the Elite Four member personally. Or perhaps Ultras Space? She’s never been there either . . . but knows people who have.

Like Angelo, it only sparks her adventurous side more. A new world, undiscovered. The audio is shrouded in mystery and the doctor craves nothing more than to shed light on the dark world.

“Perhaps we should scout the terrain some more, that might give us some clues,” ruins, pokemon, unnatural formations, anything that could help put the pieces of this puzzle together.

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After a heavy sigh, Eva rises from their perch as well, still half-lost in her thoughts as to what may be the source of the strange, shilling noises they heard over the static in the recording. Something strange was certainly going on here, and where the island was going was not of this world – like the sounds.

Eva follows Angelo through the forest, letting her eyes wander and drift over the foliage that surrounds them. She searches for something, anything, that could give them a clue. Unfortunately, everything seems boring and normal.

“Yeah, for sure,” it’s the first thing that crossed her mind, “To make something disappear there has to be some sort of energy,” she pauses to hop over a small, fallen trunk, “Primal energy makes things teleport,” Could that be the source of the island’s magic trick?

“I have some sensors that can pick up Primal energy bursts,” she thinks of the ones embedded in Mt. Chimney that she consulted @amor on, “But I also have Adele,” Eva smiles, stopping to reach to her belt and pluck off a pokeball.

The sphere cracks open, casting a flash of bright light across the green leaves as the Gardevoir makes an appearance, “She’s not a machine but she’s pretty adept as sensing energies,” her TELEPATHY ability helps with that, “She’s been exposed plenty to Primal and Infinity Energies. How about it, Adele? Wanna see if you can sense something?”

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The heart of the island does prove fruitful. The energies swirl and combine, settling like a tide pool. Adele does her best to reach out and parse through what she feels. There’s familiar Infinity Energy, fueled by the abundance of living things that surround them. The trees, the ferns, the grass, they all add to its structure.

Something strange and unfamiliar lies below what she knows. With TELEPATHY she’s able to determine they are not alone. There are pokemon that live on this island, she just can’t seem to determine which ones.

Adele presses the oddities onto Eva’s consciousness, making the doctor feel unsettled as if a thousand eyes are watching her. It makes her shift uncomfortably, her face twisting into a frown, “It seems we are not alone here but . . . There’s no discernable Primal Energy,” Adele confirms the statement by nodding her head.

There’s something they’re missing, “Any other ideas?” Perhaps if they try to draw out the island’s residence, they’ll at least know what kind of pokemon inhabit the island.

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