Ever since the mission he went on with Martín del Mar he had become fascinated with these distortions. Even more so now that Dialga was free. A place where time didn't fly so freely. This time he was coming here with his Typhlosion. Recently he had caught another of this line, and after a bit of research he had learned that Typhlosion was similar to his Goodra, in that if it was exposed to one of these distortions it would change into something new. He wanted to compare the two species himself, and so as they searched for another of those shards that were always so elusive, he saw a dull purple light wash over his Typhlosion.

It was similar to the light that appeared when a Pokemon evolved, however it was purple instead of white, and he watched as the form changed before his eyes. So these distortions did hold some strange power it would seem, but what it was he didn't think he would ever know. Perhaps some otherworldly radiation affected the Pokemon? Shaking his head he picked up a Green Shard. Now having two of that color as well, and departed just as swiftly as he came.

TLDR
Typhlosion to it's Hisuian Forme!
Got a green shard!

El had heard of them on the news, before - these strange swirling distortions, forming over different parts of Hoenn. Back then, they could scarcely believe it was possible - but when paired alongside an eternal land of ice, a narrowly avoided meteor, crystals scattering across Hoenn... Well, these sorts of things seem all the more possible together.

Back then though, the most that they would ever hear of such things was in the same breaths that their parents said it was so dangerous out there. That they should be home earlier, before night fell. That they shouldn't stray too close to the outskirts, in Lavaridge. That it'd be best if they just stayed home altogether!

And well... El didn't like to think that they were usually motivated by spite - that they were someone who'd charge headfirst into every little thing that people told them not to. But at the same time, to be able to see the distortion so close-up, to be able to just brush the outer boundary with their fingertips - and to be able to even step inside, if they so desired... It was all a bit thrilling, in a way - this thing touted as being so dangerous, and yet there. As if waiting.

A familiar brush against their mind would turn their attentions away from the distortion, though - to instead glance at Bibidi. The alakazam's brows were furrowed, as she stared at the distortion - and they could spy a certain tension in her shoulders. She didn't like it here - and the impression of her feelings communicated to him said as much. But at the same time, she wasn't one to force them away.

El, smiling gently, raised their free hand to pat her on the side. "It's okay, Bibidi." They spoke - adjusting their position, to account for the way their cane sunk into the sand underneath their feet. "We'll just look around a bit, then leave at the first sign of trouble. Okay?" They weren't intending to go in guns blazing against whatever pokemon lurked within, anyhow.

It was just curiosity that drove them forward, they were sure - not spite.

Bibidi's eyes met their own, for a few long moments - her mind brushing over El's own surface thoughts, which they freely left open to her. Though she wouldn't voice it, she knew better than to chalk this up to solely pure curiosity on El's part - but if they promised to be careful, then well... She could accept that compromise. Carefully, she'd extend an arm to El - paired with an impression of the sand's unsteadiness. If the both of them were going to be careful, then she wanted to carry El, just in case.

To which El blinked, before chuckling with a sheepish hue, scratching the back of their head with their free hand. "Yeah, I suppose that'd be easier than trying to stop my cane from sinking..." Maybe they'd need to look for one better suited for this sort of terrain, sometime? In any case, they'd accept the offered arm - letting Bibidi scoop them up, before they crossed the boundary together, into the distortion...

And the first thing that hit the two, would be the sheer strangeness in the air. It wasn't just that the surroundings within the distortion were unusual - or just that there were distant lurking pokemon that El, for all of their bookishness, couldn't identify. No, there was just a strange feeling to the air that neither of them could put a name to - one that had their hair stand on end, one that had the alarm bells in Bibidi's mind ringing. It didn't take a genius, for pokemon or human to know that neither of them liked it.

But even that being said - El couldn't help but gaze around in curiosity as Bibidi carried them through, the alakazam relying on their surface thoughts for direction. This was someplace dangerous, and yet so fascinating all the same - something that, when they were younger, would've only thought to exist in one of their games or shows. But they were here, experiencing it, with their own flesh and blood and mind!

Amidst El's awe though, they'd be jolted from their thoughts as an item floated before their face - lifted by Bibidi. A verdant shard, looking to be a piece to perhaps some sort of pottery (though they weren't an archaeologist, so who knew?) Gently, they'd take it into their hand to look it over - tilting it one way, and then the other. "Oooh... This is pretty," They'd muse out loud, smiling up to Bibidi. "Do you know what this is?"

Sadly, Bibidi would shake her head no - though she certainly shared in El's curiosity regarding the object. It had been just sitting there in the sand, after all - looking barely timeworn, even if it was the broken shard to some larger thing. Just what was the whole meant to be, she wondered...?