Ingo really thought he would feel more satisfied leaving Cynthia’s house. He’d confirmed the relationship between himself and Cyrus about a week before. Mostly with Aaron’s help. The kid had feigned a sudden interest in Hisuian family records and recruited Lucian to pull resources from the Centra City library. (Until Lucian, Ingo didn’t even know … Continue reading →

Ingo had no idea how long he’d been walking. The sun had fully risen, but the sky was overcast, so it could have left the party anywhere between thirty minutes or three hours ago. He’d tried to go to his usual thinking spot in the hidden grove, only to find it occupied by Cynthia. She’d … Continue reading →

Misty’s musings were soon interrupted when a man in a waiter’s uniform stood beside their table and cleared his throat for their attention. He held a silver tray aloft while a Simipour stood at his side and waved at the guests. Both Pokémon and trainer had remarkably similar hairstyles. “Hey there, um…blue-haired Cilan?” Ash said … Continue reading →

As best Ingo could recall, everyone in Unova assumed that he was a morning person. Given his occupation aboard the Battle Subway, it wasn’t an unfounded guess. He also recalled they were wrong. Even when he had to rise at the crack of dawn for his duties as Sneasler’s warden, it always seemed to take … Continue reading →

Once up in her room, Misty collapsed on the bed and fell asleep within seconds. Her eyes closed, and a dream began. The whole transition was almost supernatural in its smoothness and speed. At first, the dream felt like the stage show her sisters had strong-armed her into once–the magical mermaid swimming under the waves. … Continue reading →

Misty was feeling…decidedly lost. Not in the physical sense. She was aware of how far she’d walked along the beach, as well as the distance and direction she’d have to go to make her way back to town. And it was a pleasant-enough evening; the surf was gentle, and the water warmed her toes with … Continue reading →

“Aw, man,” Tina moaned as stepped out of her hiding bush. “Can’t believe I let my phone die. Again.” She shook it a few times, not that she had any reason to think this would do anything, but hopefully it would let the device know she didn’t appreciate being let down this way. Spying on … Continue reading →

Rosa crossed her arms as she, N, Emmet, and Lear stood in a misshaped square with Lear looking up and down at the standout attire of Pasio’s newest visitor. “So…” he said slowly. “This man is, um…” “This is Emmet, the Subway Boss!” Rosa said for at least the third time, motioning at Emmet’s obvious … Continue reading →