Mililani Kekoa
January 1st, Hano Beach, Alola -> London, England
Strolling along the beach, Mililani kept a look out for any more Pyukumukus. It seemed as if the job may be done, all the sea cucumber Pokemon safely returned to the water.
"Good work, both of you," she said, with a little smile over at Naia, who stood on her fins like feet as she craned her neck, and Ohanna, who peered into the distance using more than just her sight.
"Looks like they're all back home now. Time to head back, time to face that idiot again." Her face settled back into its usual solmenity as she thought of the guy asking her to "clean up those slimy little pests". Oh, joy. People who put out these job requests never seemed to have the wellbeing of the stranded Pyukumukus in mind.
She turned, taking one more glance over her shoulder at the nightscape's serenity. Moonlight glimmered on calm water, which gently lapped at the shore. The world was pretty, if nothing else. At least one good thing could be said about it. A region explored without her travelling companions, though, was a region dulled.
In a matter of seconds, the moon's glow disappeared, clouds sweeping across the sky.
"What...?" As a gale-force wind sent needles of rain lashing at her, Mililani recalled her Pokemon and ran across the suddenly drenched sand. The raindrops turned solid and even colder, buffetting her and bouncing off the ground. Hail? In Alola, anywhere other than Mt Lanakila? Whoever was playing this prank with their Castform, the trainer thought as she searched for shelter, they'd better damn well cut it out.
An almighty tremor rumbled through the ground, sending Mililani tumbling forward. Her surroundings lurched, seeming to split into a rift in front of her. Everything blurred, faded...
... And reappeared as she hit the ground. She yelped from the impact. Concrete, not sand, against her hands and knees. She raised her head, eyes widening. No, the beach hadn't reappeared. In its place was a city, towering buildings lit up against the night sky, some reduced to ruined silhouettes. Rubble littered the area.
Knocked from their Pokeballs, her team appeared all around her. Ohanna and Keahi leapt up, with wary glances at their new surroundings, and Naia squealed, taking in her suddenly shrunken form.
"Is everyone alright? ... Naia! Oh, Naia..." Picking herself up and shivering from the biting cold she was unused to, Mililani stared down at her starter, who had somehow devolved from a Primarina into a Brionne.
"C'mon, let's go find out where we are and what in the name of Solgaleo and Lunala is going on. Ohanna, use aura to find anyone who's hurt, and Liko, assist them in any way you can."Before she could search for help or survivors, cries filled the air as a crowd gathered around, pointing at her Pokemon and babbling in a strange language. Keahi instantly shielded himself with his bone club, the green flames brightening, sending people shrinking back. Naia placed a flipper on his shoulder, gently pulling him away. All Mililani's attempts to ask where this place was fell on deaf ears, the only responses being more excited shouts like she and the team were some circus attraction, and... camera flashes? Clearly she'd ended up in some region her Pokemon weren't native to. Or - the realisation sunk in with an even sharper chill than the wintry air as she thought back to the Ultra Wormholes - some other world altogether.
"This is a disaster zone, not a safari!" Mililani snapped, although by now she knew full well none of the group spoke her language. The wail of sirens drowned out her words. The next thing she knew, a group of officers closed in on her, barking questions in her face that she couldn't understand. A blur of green fire swung towards them.
"Keahi, NO!" she yelled, attempting to recall the Marowak before he could hit anyone.
A stick whipped down, sending pain jolting through her head and lights dancing in front of her eyes. Finding herself on the ground, she stared up at the baton-wielding police officer towering in the middle of the spinning chaos. Metal glinted through the fog of dizziness. A firearms unit, guns pointed right at her. She jabbed at the buttons on her Pokeballs, which, to her horror, didn't work. The capsules fell to the concrete as the police hauled her to her feet, clamping handcuffs around her wrists and bundling her into a car.
"He's afraid! He has no idea what's going on!" she protested, still unable to make herself understood. Realising that for all the police knew, she could be shouting abuse, she fell silent, the rest of the journey passing in a nightmarish blur.
Once in the station's holding cell, after being bombarded with more questions she couldn't answer, the reality of the situation hit full force. Hunched on the bed, she drew her knees up to her chest, stomach clenching as if all the breath had been knocked from her. She'd gone and ended up stuck in some strange land, in trouble with the police, and alone. Truly alone. The guardian deities only knew what was happening to her Pokemon... She didn't want to imagine, but thought after horrific thought played through her mind.
From the station, she could hear voices. An angry, shaken one, and a much calmer one, as if someone were trying to reason with the other speaker. Mililani listened, trying to glean what she could from the conversation, but to no avail.
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