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"Just twenty," Jules said. "Ain't too young to worry, ain't too old to lie. Why d'you ask?"


"And now you should be noogieing me for messing with you, or at least pin me down and tickle me," Tails explained, his grin resurfacing. "But not gnaw at my ears. I'm the one that does that to you."

"Maybe, but there's two of you already. Hard telling how many more there are. Klonoa looks like a twelve year old, even."

"Yeah, things would be much simpler if I could date myself," Klonoa mused. "But that might be -too- far down the rabbit hole."


"Hahaha, heeeey, stoooop!" Tails cried, and pretended as to try to roll back atop Tristen. And, for now, pretended weakness.

"Then I guess cavalry came just in time," Jules said, nodding as if this were absolute.


Tails paused for a moment, grinning. "Yeah, but I didn't say it. Stop iiiit, I might pee myseeeeelf!"

"Oi...I thought Pokemon Eggs hatched faster when they were with a trainer....." Odd commented to himself as he rummaged through the fridge in search of something to drink. He found another drink with little trouble and pulled the B8 out of the back. Opening it, he took a healthy drink as he headed back toward his room, where the Egg was sitting on his bed with Lykas' Quilava curled up around it to help keep it warm.

Lykas was loitering in Goldenrod City. He'd stake his claim outside his favorite game shop when it got dark. They were releasing one of the newest and most awesome games of the year in the morning. He honestly wished they'd have a midnight release for it.

While Sub was doing that, Ceramew had ended up on her own tangents. She was outside, sitting near the waterfall, with her Styler in her hands.

Only a few minutes prior, she had been surprised to find that communications were indeed possible. Spencer was able to contact it to her dismay, and he had wasted no time in grilling her. Or trying to, at least. He had barely gotten around to asking why she was still around a bunch of vigilantes, let alone the fact she had been a Pokemon all along, when the other end was effectively hijacked.

She could hear another voice, then some squabble between it and Spencer until control was relinquished. She didn't recognize the new voice, though.

"Hey, uh, Serra, right?"

"Um... yeah?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, we're all a little high strung. Been a very crazy time since the Union tried to get on its feet again."

"Wait, huh?"

"...You didn't know? Yeah, Spencer tried to round some of us up. Some of the others too."

"I wasn't told of it..."

"Wait... oh, here we go. Now I see. It says here you were dismissed on accounts of treason and vigilantism, and a key member of what caused this whole mess. Yeah, I think I have half a mind to-"

"I caused this!? No, I spent a good two months as Albedo's little floating puppet! And a lot longer before that, to "spy" on the very so-called vigilantes that stopped a lot of the very mess that did happen! And you want treason? How about I quit playing ranger, tried to do my job, and doing that required nothing short of working with them to root him out!?"

"Well, they're not doing us any favors. And I'm sorry, I-"

"And another thing! I was trying to find some of you all too, because I wanted to see the Union recover some sort of reputation myself. And if Spencer was the one who put that there, overzealous as he is, he doesn't want any part of what I am right now!"

Where this guy and Spencer were, there was a cold chill. Someone was just a tad upset.

"Uh... just... explain. All of it."

She was going to be a while. What with explaining what she did know of what went down before, the whole mess that caused her to do what she did, and why the heck a Pokemon would want to go into a human profession to begin with.

That same chill eventually did die down as Ceramew calmed down, but the feeling was not left unknown.

Elsewhere in the routes leading to Mount Silver, Sol had found himself stopping momentarily. For him, it was almost too easy to discern the source. Doesn't help with knowing just how that source got when upset. But with it stopping in short order, immediate intervention wasn't needed. He kept an eye out, though.

Back at that waterfall, a lot of the explanations were finally given. At least the gist of them. Most of it didn't come off as that unusual; Albedo did seem to have a way of... coaxing people to do his bidding. She wasn't the first known case by any means.

What did come off weird was this whole matter of a Pokemon being a ranger. Such a thing was unheard of, nevermind the fact it was largely under the radar for quite a few years. What was worse is they couldn't exactly dismiss her now, at least for that reason; regardless of species, she went through things proper and graduated from the academy like anyone else.

Perhaps, this guy thought, it was better not to question it. Let the squirt prove herself. If she was wanting to help their cause still, it wasn't worth a refusal. But it left the matter of the group she was with.

"...I see. Yeah, uh huh, okay. Look, if you're gonna do anything for us, just don't do it with that group. Or try not to. We don't need them screwing us up."

Ceramew didn't say anything, and cut off the communication. She could do that much, but she wasn't about to make any guarantees. She wasn't about to ditch these guys a second time.

After deciding that, perhaps, it would be better for his health to not waste too much heat outside, Tails had come back in with Tristen, and probably found some way to pass the night...

But now he lay on the couch watching Blizz write. Maybe Blizz would have ideas for them...

"When Blizz writes letters, it's usually to Miles," Tails answered. Then, with a grin, he lowered his voice. "Hey, I dare you to sneak up and give him a little shock."