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[Maybe you've seen it: something yellow in the corner of your eye, vanishing when you turn your head to get a better look. Maybe you've felt it: an unfamiliar presence probing at the recesses of your mind, if you're attuned to pick up on such things. Maybe you have no idea that for the past 12 hours, something has been hiding out and investigating the school.

Now the Abra is awake and out in the open, teleporting here and there, seeking something intangible.]

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[An Abra! Yes!

Gold caught a glimpse of the Pokemon early in the afternoon, but it was gone before he even had a chance to reach for his Cyndaquil's Pokeball. After that, the young trainer sprinted around campus to find it again. He managed to catch up with it at some point; he waved excitedly, but from a distance.]

Hey! Don't move...!

[Okay. She will stay perfectly still while she teleports. She doesn't go far - in fact, she's right behind him.]

[As soon as Gold realize that it's right behind him, Gold stumbled forward. He catches himself with a loud laugh and turns to face the Abra.]

Do you have a trainer, little guy?

[The Abra raises her hand in response, wiggling it a little from side to side in a "so-so" gesture. What does that even mean in this case.]

[He stared. And stared... And frowned.]

What's that mean? Is that a no?

[He carefully placed a hand on one of the Pokeballs on his belt, keeping his eyes on the Abra to make sure it didn't teleport away again. Not that he could stop it if it did...]

[She can feel your intent, trainer-boy. As much as she hates expending energy on communication, she'd hate having balls thrown at her even more. Maybe if she makes the message as simple as possible...]

My trainer? Home. Boring.

[Gold wasn't a stranger to psychic communication- thanks Bobby- and he responded calmly, with a nod. Although he wasn't 100% sure what she'd meant, he recognized this Abra already had a trainer.

Well... it was neat to see one anyway. He moved his hand from the belt area and calmly reached towards the Pokemon, giving her a gentle pat on the head.]

Lucky trainer.

[Head pats are always acceptable. She bows her head slightly, inviting him to scratch behind her ears too. At least she won't have to do it herself, then.]

No. Lucky gambler. [Something about that seems to be really amusing to her.]

[Oh! Like the Abra that could be won at the Game Corner. He nods.

Gold takes the hint and scratches behind the Abra's ears. This Pokemon already had a trainer, but it was hard to resist giving it some attention regardless.]

[This mind is off-limits for psychic-probing! Doesn't mean she can't feel you trying, even if she doesn't see you at the moment.]

... Yeah, hey, whoever you are? If you needed something, I advise against mind-probing. That's just rude.

[She's really quick to stop trying with this one, since dark types give her a headache. Even just speaking in their mind takes so much extra effort, so Darkrai gets the rare pleasure of hearing Casey speak. At least she should understand Pokespeak.]

So defensive. What are you guarding?

[SHE'S BEHIND YOU.]

[Whirling around, she sees... an Abra. Oh. Allie takes a minute to think about her reply.]

At this hour of the day? Nothing. I'm supposed to work the night shift, and it's not quite that time yet.

[CLEVER GIRL, Allie.]

While I'm sleeping? Unfair. Your charge in the night must be different from what you hide now.

I'm not entirely sure what you want from me. Regardless, I advise you to look elsewhere.

[She's annoyed. Uuuugh why can't people be straightforward gripe moan complain]

[FORTUNE SENSES TINGLING.

Rouge has been on the hunt for whatever was sending chills over her body for most of the day. It has to be something, she gets that distinct sense about it. But what?

And eventually, she stumbles upon the Abra. Well, it's not really so strange to see something like this around the Academy.]

And just what are you.

Abraaa.

[If nothing else, Pokemon can at least answer questions about their identity.]

Abra.

[Well... yes, that was one thing. Now though, the woman stands with hands on her hips as she contemplates the creature.]

Alright... now, was it you I kept feeling? It was, wasn't it.

[Dear unfamiliar presence probing at the recesses of Kumatora's mind:]

HEY, BUZZ OFF, JERKASS.

[Love, Kumatora.]

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