[attr="class","samjermain"]Like a mole, the scientist vanished into the island’s dark underbelly. On occasion, she would reappear to toss a poison canister or flash grenade at a group of League fighters. Through this, she explored the island without causing too much of a stir.

When she found her path forward filed with smog, she merely tittered and barreled into it. While Paradox Pokemon were certainly dangerous—like all of their kin—they were also unfamiliar with this world. Instead of brute force, she responded with a trademark guile. A Hypnosis to lull an Iron Jugulis into slumber and a poison powder to wear a Slither Wing into submission. It really was quite easy when one used their head.

At her feet, two other figures cut through the fog. The first was a rotund little fairy creature. A feral monster—a Scream Tail—walked comfortably at her side. To the right, Purrseus remained a constant presence. His dual-colored eyes peered through the encroaching fog with a smug, disdainful expression. “Ug.” His nostrils expanded as he turned.

The trio paused. Hm? What’s this? A smile spread beneath her mask as she caught a flash of pink hair. It appeared she had run into @mathias. Trying her best to be subtle, the scientist pried a ball from her belt. With a fluid motion, she unleashed a Butterfree onto the field. “He looks so very, tired, hm, Obby?” The bug glanced between her and this strange man—reluctance in his wingbeats. “Rumor has it the Land Titan is quite the slave driver.” At her feet, the Scream Tail began to hop back and forth irritably. My turn! My turn! It said in psychic bursts.

Seeing the Butterfree remained, the woman’s head inclined. Through that mask, he could hear the ghost of irritation. “Go on.” But he swooped toward the avatar with silent wingbeats. When it drew near, it released a Sleep Powder and beat it forward with a small gust of wind. A glittery bomb that, with any hope, blended with the mist’s cotton candy colors.