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When the air before the cottage began to waver, Alastor was scrounging the area for food. Though this was more an excuse to get some alone time than a necessity. She still possessed a few handfuls of dried berries and a couple more protein bars. A few vitamins The Jumpluff, without soil or sun, could only do so much. And, last he checked, human iron didn’t consist of nuts and bolts.
The fountain at the town’s center, however, was full of water. This came courtesy of the Swampert now dozing in the corner of their little hideaway.
With nothing but a flower to show for his wandering, Alastor crossed the border of the rundown clockwork town. Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled up his spine—his frill raising anxiously.
What the heck was that? The shimmering air in front of him seemed to answer.
“LISK!” With a noise of element, he raced into the cottage. His class gently grasped his trainer’s shirt as he shook her awake.
“Helilili!” He chattered into her ear, forgetting his notepad and pen for a minute.
“Al?” She blinked wearily awake.
“What is it?” Any signs of sleepiness vanished when she spotted the rippling air through the door’s gap. With a gasp, she surged to her feet. “A portal!” For some reason, she paused to straighten her hair and jacket, as if extradimensional portals judged based on appearances.
You’re just going to get your hopes up for nothing. For all you know, it could be spitting out a hoard of Ultra Beasts.Gaping mouths...
Poisonous tentacles...
Deadly poisoned barbs...
These intrusive thoughts did not stop her from heading outside, however. Though they did keep her within arm’s reach of the door. First, a blonde woman appeared. She looked quite confused. But—judging by Primarina’s response—it seemed they did not interact. The doctor’s half-hearted wave shriveled up like a dandelion in a drought.
She could just be in shock. Try not to take it too personally. Reading too much into it isn’t wise either. Deep breath.Worried it might be seen as patronizing (or be a trap), Aubre did not rush to Adelaide’s aid.
A strange humming erupted as two gentlemen were spat out.
Oh dear. Some part of her wanted to correct the white-haired gentleman’s language. But, then, he spoke in Kalosian tones.
“Ah! Bonjour, monsieur!” The child of a Kalosian businesswoman, this accent served to calm Aubre. The Heliolisk at her side, meanwhile, doodled a frog and crossed it out.
The redhead glared down at him. “Adventure?” Her life was a bitter, passive-aggressive thing. The verbal embodiment of a hedgehog’s spine.
“I’m not really the explorer type. Well, not anymore.” She fiddled with the inside of her jacket’s pocket, approaching Abner and Mateo. Green eyes drifted toward the distance where the Corviknight's corpse could be seen.
"That isn’t to say that it has not...interesting. Perhaps adventure is the wrong word for it, though. It's more harrowing than anything.” First came the giant Corviknight and field of somehow growing metal flowers. Then, of course, there were all the automatons-many of these figures and representations of things that came into being long after this place was built.
“Though, I would really suggest we turn—” The woman moved toward the oval-shaped hole in the air. As her fingers brushed it, the world on the outside faded.
“--around.” Oh, well, that would be just your luck, wouldn't it, Aubre?Frustrated, Alastor dropped his anti-frog drawing and threw a thunderbolt at the now-empty ground.
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