As much as Shalin loved putting on her show, as well as the high-octane rides like the Rayquaza Rollercoaster and the Drop Tower, there was one relatively safe attraction she loved, and that was the bumper cars. She loved whipping the wheel back and forth, letting her momentum fling her from side to side. She loved the power behind the cars' head-on collisions, feeling like a wild Pokémon was trying to buck her off.

As she chaotically performed donuts in a corner of the stage, Shalin's eyes caught a young blonde shooting toward him. Flicking the wheel in the opposite direction, she whooped as her body was thrown toward the car's locked door. Stomping on the gas pedal, she flew toward Biscotti Kingsley at a low angle. While it wasn't a head-on collision, it would still potentially rock both of them quite a bit. Lathiel observed from the back, the Type: Null silent.

The low-angle collision felt like a Pokémon bucking and kicking, desperately trying to fling Shalin off, and she loved it. Just as she was about to answer, another driver rear-ended her, flinging her in another direction. She was trapped until those surrounding her drove off. Even Lathiel looked like she was enjoying herself, though she was encroaching on Shalin a bit due to her size. How long that would last, though, was anyone's guess; the fickle Type: Null could lash out at any moment.

It took some time for Shalin to respond, not wanting to announce the chimeric Pokémon's presence to everyone on the platform. "Lathiel is a Type: Null," she introduced the moody Normal-type as she turned the wheel to one side, noticing the traffic jam starting to disperse. "I don't know a lot about her. Haven't seen too many trainers with them." Just as she threw her car into reverse and saw an opening to escape, another driver rear-ended her, flinging her forward. "Whew!" she cried. "These have a lot of kick to them! Guess we might be stuck here for a bit."

An amalgamation of limbs, and other body parts, was certainly a phrase that described the normal-type. Once only a weapon against Ultra Beasts, the Type: Null was slowly warming up to Shalin's heart. Emphasis on slowly; she still didn't behave fully in public, and she still refused to be fitted, even after nearly four months. She was truly as fickle as a legendary Pokémon.

"A Type: Null," Shalin repeated, a bit more softly. "You're not far off, either; it's a long story of how I got her. When they call time, I can tell you more in a less... public area." She didn't look proud of how she acquired the strange Pokémon. "Right. Name's Shalin, wildest Pokémon rider in Hoenn! And this is Lathiel," she spontaneously introduced her exotic companion, who looked like she wanted to knock Biscotti into next week.

It wouldn't take too much longer before the traffic jam cleared up. "Alright, let's go! See you on the other side!" She backed up abruptly, slamming the wheel from one side to the other to fling herself from side to side in the car. Though head-on collisions were prohibited by safety regulations, Shailn looked like she wanted to rock Biscotti as hard as she could within the attraction's rules. She wheeled her ride around, heading for Biscotti again at the closest to a head-on angle she could without raising suspicion.

"What can I say? That's what the species is called," Shalin answered. If only Biscotti knew the origins of the species, how it was created, and how fickle they typically were. That likely would have made him change his mind really fast. "Sure, I can tell you there," she agreed, nodding as she took in the baker's name. "Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you, Biscotti! Hold on tight!"

The two flung their broadsides into one another, bucking and hurling them about the insides of their cars. To Shalin, it felt like being strapped to a Tauros throwing its weight straight vertically, desperately trying to fling her off, and she loved it. As she whipped the wheel about for a follow-up swerve, the buzzer went off, and the cars took their positions on the sides, letting their riders step out. "Whew-ee! That was fun!" Shalin chirped, still a little shaken from how fierce the last crash was. "Let's head on over to the Ferris wheel, then. I'll tell you all about Lathiel," she promised in a more serious tone, the Type: Null content to walk alongside them.

Little did Biscotti know the dark history of the Normal-type: a failed attempt to clone the Creator-God Arceus. While Silvally was still an incredibly powerful and flexible Pokémon with a full set of Memories, it could not hold a candle to arguably the mightiest Pokémon in the cosmos.

"For a while, actually!" she replied. "While I only run it two days a week, I have my own show on the other side of the carnival. If you know what a Sygna Suit is, I show off what mine can do, and it's wowed almost everyone I've seen so far!" She wanted to tell Biscotti about it, too, but didn't want to spoil it, either. "I don't know if you made it or not; it's hard to see everyone in the audience."

Once it was their turn to board, Shalin took one side of the car, leaving room for Biscotti on the same side of he desired. Lathiel stretched out on the other side. "Not to scare you or anything... but Lathiel's creation is something I'm not proud of. You see, Type: Null are man-made Pokémon."

"I can tell you when my next show is if you want," Shalin replied. Though it did provide monetary benefits relative to the size of her audience, she was just excited to bring her physics-defying show to as many people as she could. "Oh, if you were in Galar, you might have seen what I did."

So it was timing that was a concern. That was a fair point; her shows ran from early to mid-afternoon, and she had to limit what she did. Even with her suit on, the vibration was so fast and powerful that it pushed its powers to their limit at full speed. She was briefly distracted by Biscotti's entry into the raffle. "Math's not my strong point," she said, getting a peek into the container filled with the golf ball-sized spheres.

Once the three were in their positions, the wheel started and stopped to let the other riders aboard before going into its full motion. "...Worse. You see, Lathiel, like all Type: Null, are created by harvesting the stem cells of a Pokémon of every type. The procedure to extract them is invasive, and can permanently change the lives of the Pokémon harvested for the worse. Even... even kill them," she paused, a tear running down her cheek for Pharika, the Dragalge that gave her life in the process. Even getting another Dragalge would be no replacement for the poison-type named after a foreign god of venom.

Shalin smiled when Biscotti seemed at least interested in showing up. "Trust me, it'll be worth your time. It's something you won't get to see anywhere else... at least in a controlled environment like that." Perhaps if they met again in the wilds, he would get to see what Shalin meant. Though there were a few people who ridiculed her for it (looking at you, Laurence Anderson ), most seemed thoroughly impressed. After all, the suit let her seemingly defy the laws of physics with the synced Flygon, and a few other Pokémon in the Flygon's presence.

Her face turned somber as another tear rolled down the female's cheek. "...War is hell, you know? When I fought in Littleroot, I felt helpless. It's easy to feel that way in the presence of angered gods. Lathiel here is the first Pokémon I've tried to bond with that can go toe to toe with them. And I can assure you, the pain of having to sentence two of your own Pokémon to death, plus permanently alter the lives of sixteen more of them..." She started to truly well up, her tears splashing off the car's floor as it descended. "IT WASN'T WORTH IT!" she raised her voice, arousing the Type: Null.

Shalin took a few deep breaths before composing herself as the ride came to a start-and-stop, the cars emptying out one by one. "Sorry for the outburst. It's just... don't get me wrong. Once we understand each other, I'll be able to truly make a difference out there. I don't get why they keep conscripting me. I'm just an explorer, not a fighter. It hurts so much that I have to fight. It's just been... almost four months now and she still doesn't trust me."