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Word of a town, reconnected at last to the rest of Reignsrest- potentially. A train that might yet work. A desert with an atrocious sandstorm to face, otherwise. Dialup leaned back in her seat on the shuttle back to the mainland, idly stroking Other's mane. The garchomp hybrid was more willing to accept affection than Mother, resting her head in Dialup's lap while settled on the floor. She was loathe to disturb the creature; still, they had touched down at last. Mother was meditating n...

Her first outing had been a success. One filled nera jar sat in a locked display case, the jar lovingly cradled in a repurposed wine bottle cradle. Dialup was studying it quietly, watching the fractals of ice crawl over the inner surface, neat patterns that obeyed some rigid law of nature. She had identified it, loosely, as a sandshrew, by the tiny ears atop the thing's head, the scutes that formed on it. It was not, unfortunately, one that she thought she had a use for right then, but, it wa...

Satisfied with her progress that afternoon, Dialup had a collection of jars that she was sure would make for fine vessels for Nera. She lined them up on her table, turned to Wattson, and paused. "Keep the Gible Gang in line while I'm gone. Remember to ball them up if they get too rowdy, cause too much of a fuss. Dinner's in the fridge, you know what to do." He nodded once, offered a jaunty salute, and then held out her travel pack. She smiled, and shouldered it, then set to work tying on her ...

The data Dialup had collected on the Nera had, if nothing else, proven amusing. She'd sent in the video and her entire transcript of the encounter, her notes, her location, and, after a brief period of review, she got back a message. Not just any old official scrap, either- templated as it had read to her- but something useful. Schematics. Lounging on her comfortable sofa, Dialup stroked Giga's back slowly, from head to tail. He was, for once, napping with a serene expression on...

Nera. Strange little phenomena that had begun infesting the region in the past two years, an unknown outbreak that begged to be understood- and yet, they'd come no closer to that since the first encounter. Still, the call to watch and observe, take notes, and turn them in was still ongoing, to any and all trainers. It was, at least, a fairly reliable way to earn cash, with low effort an- well, moderate risk. Whatever wild pokemon were about, other trainers, rogue elements- like Dialup ...

It had been a few months since Hrist had adopted Gunter into their home from the wilds. They'd been through a fair bit together- he'd even evolved, growing into a much larger, leaner form, losing some of his baby-like charm in favor of sheer strength, battled rogue fusions, gone out tracking rare pokemon- one of which was currently staring, fixated, at the radio that they had left on top of their desk. The faintly shimmering, metallic white hide caught the light, and, at first, Hrist had worr...

Gunter did not know why the city felt different. As he stalked along behind his companion, eyeing the people in the streets, though, he could tell that something was different. There was an undercurrent, a tension, a sensation of calm before the mighty storm. Hrist, though, seemed excited rather than worried- he was beginning to be able to tell the difference, watching their face, the set of their shoulders- the slack in them, more like. The way they meandered this way and that, exchanging wo...