No Substitute


Chapter 2
Violet the Sorceress


March 10, 2113

With only a couple hours off the clock, the duo finally arrived in Viridian City. Route 2 wasn't hard, it actually pretty easy. The problem in Miyya's mind were the annoying rattata that kept attacking them in mobs.

But hey, it's even easier when you have a travelling companion. She thought.

"Are you okay, sir?" Saniya asked her, looking down at the girl trying to catch her breath self.

Who always calls you by a name you hate. Miyya's eye twitched as Saniya spoke.

"Saniya…" She straightened up, removing her hands from her knees. "I told you, please stop calling me that." She said in a low, annoyed tone.

"Yes, sir." Saniya said with a salute.

In reality, Miyya thought Saniya was pretty cool; she was smart, strong, skilled, but there was only one order she couldn't seem to follow.

"I give up." Miyya sighed, leaning over on a nearby tree in defeat.

"?" Saniya blinked in confusion, and then turned back to the city. They stood in front of the city entrance, it was small, but it was also pretty peaceful. Viridian City was the easiest way to Mt. Silver, but she didn't want to jump into a death trap before she had finished her business in Saffron. Hell, she didn't want to jump into a freaking death trap at all.

"We should stop by the center first, there's a call I want to make before we move on." She told Saniya, and the silver-haired girl nodded. She then spun on her heel and began to head towards the Pokecenter. Then, she stopped, remembering that Saniya would be on her tail. She thought for a moment, and then turned back to Saniya. "Um… Saniya?"

"Yes, sir?" She responded, looking down at the slightly irked snivy.

Miyya's eye twitched again, "Um… Can you go explore or something? Maybe hang out at the Mart. It's kind of a… private phone call." She said, looking away slightly.

"But sir—" She stopped for a moment as she sensed the girl's growing irritation. "…As your bodyguard, I must stand by you at all times to ensure your complete safety." She told her as if she should have already known the answer.

"Um, yeah, it'll only take a few minutes. I'll go find you at the Mart, okay?" The girl pleaded her, beginning to get a little nervous.

"…Understood, sir."

"You know, that's really pissing me off."

"What is, sir?"

"I give up."

"Huh? Sir?"

"I'm heading over to the Mart." She said, stomping away in an angered fit.

"I shall see you later, sir."

"Shut up, Saniya."


Naiomi stepped around the small children drawing in the street of Celadon City. Spring would be coming up soon, and the weather was getting warming, allowing children to come out and play outside. It seemed that one had obtained a large container of chalk and the children had decided to draw on the streets all day. They were enjoying themselves, scratching colorful pictures on the sidewalk with the chalk and laughing. Naiomi jumped onto the top of the brick wall of the flowerbed and walked past them, keeping her motionless cherry blossom eyes forward and her arms out for balance.

"Hey, Mimi! What's that?" The small voice of a young boy with blonde hair called out to the girl next to him.

"Hm?" The girl with short green hair and pink hair decks looked up at him, and then back at her drawing. The girl grumbled, "Are ya' blind, Ken? It's the mythological pokemon Espeon! Do you even listen in class?"

Naiomi glanced down at the children, slowing her pace as she approached them.

"Mi, you know I don't pay attention to stuff like that. It's boooring! I listen a little bit, it's not like I want to remember certain stuff." The blonde haired boy, Ken, groaned.

"That's because you're slow!" Mimi snapped at the boy and continued coloring in the yellow rings on her amateur Espeon drawing. "Espeon's the prettiest, I wanna see what it in its Void form."

"Naw, I doubt it." Ken sighed, but then looked up brightly. "But I wanna see Vaporeon, I bet that would be a sight." The boy laughed.

"Hmph!" The girl stuck her nose in the air. "You don't even know if it'll be a girl!" She told him and returned to her drawing.

"Hey!" The boy swatted at his friend, slightly annoyed.

Naiomi averted her eyes back forward, quickening her pace down the flowerbed wall, hopping over a gap and landing onto the next. She ignored the people that passed, for there was nothing interesting to see.

She wondered if they all knew how ignorant they were.

As Naiomi continued her walk down the elevation of the flowerbed wall, she found an interesting sight. It was a young boy close to her age, clad in green with a leaf in his shaggy brown hair. He held a piece of think blue chalk in his gloved hand, carefully drawing on the sidewalk around him. This caught Naiomi's attention, not the boy himself, but the things he drew. Naiomi closed in on the boy, and when close enough, looked down to examine his drawings more efficiently.

"What are you drawing?" She asked straightforwardly.

The boy looked up at her with honey brown eyes, temporarily ceasing his drawing. He grinned and then returned to his work joyfully. "Just stuff."

Naiomi scanned the area around the boy, filled with the presence of dull, chalky blue numbers, letters and shapes. She looked at the area to his right, and blinked. "The Happy Ending Theorem." She said, identifying the number-surrounded polygons and vertexes.

"Recognize it, Pinktails?" The boy said in a happy tone, though not taking his eyes off his work.

Naiomi ignored the comment and knelt down like a cat on the cold brick wall, moving her eyes over to the problem off to his left. "The Hadamard Matrix." She recognized, gazing at the numerous sets of equations and bracket-surrounded numbers.

"Mm hmm! Smart Pinktails." The boy nodded with a smile, connecting the final side to a triangle he was drawing.

Naiomi looked down, her eyes fixated on the drawing. "The geometric version of The Hadwiger Conjecture." She identified, staring down at the numerous geometric shapes within shapes. The boy began to write beneath the shapes, looking up and down from his drawing.

"Yep, nice work, Pinktails." The boy laughed, staring at the shapes in front of him.

Naiomi glided her eyes over the work, noticing one potential factor about each of the problems. "You have not solved any of them."

"Well, they're famous for that, you know." He chuckled with unnecessary delight, continuing to work on the equation in front of him.

"What is the purpose of this?" Naiomi asked, averting her curiosity-filled eyes to the boy in front of her.

The boy looked up at her with a playful grin, "Ever heard of Dantzig?" He asked her, scooting down a bit to create some space as he wrote out GEORGE B. DANTZIG in large letters.

"Yes," Naiomi said, fixating her eyes on the name, upside down to her. "There is a legend about him. He was said to be a mathematician, hundreds of years ago, when pokevoid were non-existent and humans roamed this planet."

"Yep! That's right, Pinktails!" The leaf boy laughed, and scooted back up to his work. "Do you know the story? It was back when Dantzig was in college. One day, he overslept because he was studying for exams and ended up late to class. On the board, he saw three equations he had to do for homework. He copied them down and got to work. He easily conquered the first two, but the third seemed too difficult. Ten minutes before the deadline, he discovered a method that worked and handed it in. Do you remember why this was important?"

"The first two were the homework problems, while the third was an example of an equation that had been unsolvable for many years." Naiomi answered, remembering the story. She looked down at the boy's work, "Just like the ones you have worked out now."

The leaf boy smiled up at her, "Uh huh!" He looked down, his chalk grazing across the pavement as he drew out a square. "There is a variety of knowledge across the world, to solve questions like these; you just need someone with the right information to solve it." He said with his painted smile.

Naiomi stared at the boy as he looked up at her, slightly intrigued by the fact that his intelligence was quite higher than her superior's. Her eyes were caught from a flash of silver light from under his turtleneck. She tilted her head, letting it fall on her shoulder like a doll, and she spotted the presence of a small chain poking out of his sweater. "…A necklace." She said simply, implying her discovery.

The boy blinked his big honey eyes, and then opened his mouth in realization. He reached up and tugged at the collar of his turtleneck. "Oh! This!" He pulled the collar down to reveal a short chain that wrapped around his skinny, boyish neck. On the front of the chain glittered the dark green emerald gem that was shaped like a spade, or as Naiomi knew, a leaf. The boy rubbed the leaf-shaped emerald. "I don't know where this came from. I'm pretty curious about it, but there doesn't seem like there's a way to get it off. Though, there's no reason to panic, it's actually kind of cool." He grinned, his smile bright and bubbly.

Naiomi sat silently for a few moments, straying off in deep thought. "…So it is." She then kicked herself backup and landed flat on her feet, rising from her kneeling position. She turned to walk away, but then shifted her head back towards the boy. "What is your name, boy?" She asked him

The boy flashed a wide smile. "Nakamura Tsubasa, ma'am!"

"…Have you ever been to the Young Kanto Academy?"

The boy stopped his work, and turned slowly to the girl with wide eyes. He stayed like that for a while, frozen and unmoving. Naiomi stared at him; his actions said it all. Soon, he blinked and returned to his warm and happy state. "Haven't seen the place since I was eight, sorry, Pinktails."

"I see." Naiomi said simply, and turned back around to continue down the wall. "…You remind me of someone, but you cannot be him. Though you have earned my respect, Mr. Nakamura Tsubasa." She told him, and turned to leap over the next gap between the flowerbeds that lined down the sidewalk.

Behind her, Mura shifted the leaf in his hair, his mouth curved in a small smirk. "Nice to know, Pinktails." He laughed, and returned to his work.

Later, down the sidewalk, Naiomi reached the end of the line of flowerbeds. She looked down, still as stone on the edge of the final flowerbed. She looked down at the area in front of her, and opened up her mind. In front of the edge of the wall, a glowing pink platform appeared, just large enough for her to place both of her feet on, as she did. As she stepped on it, she began to slowly lower herself down.

A man walking by saw this and sneered, grumbling to himself. "Damn kids abusing their powers so they can't work their lazy asses…"

Naiomi's eyes shot to him, and suddenly, the front of the man's shirt scrunched up, as if someone had grabbed it. In his state of shock, he was shoved down by the force that pulled him down to forcefully face Naiomi's wide, reddening pink eyes of nothingness. He stared at her in horror, and bystanders began to slow at the sight.

Naiomi spoke, her voice so cold it felt like something was crawling up his spine. "You are unruly and your mere presence makes me want to puke. You reek of cigarettes and your breath is as foul as garbage." Naiomi's eyes began to glow a mysterious, pinkish color, and the man could not look away, his mouth open in shock. When she spoke, the man could now hear as if many voices were speaking at once, and his face grew twisted with horror. "You are scum. Your existence is like trash to me. I would rather have a rabid rattata than you in my presence. Your words are as filthy as your grimy hair and your heart is contaminated with the filthy presence of impurity. You are unworthy of my presence."

As she finished, she shot a hand up, mere centimeters from his face, and the man stared at it, unknowing of what would happen next. Naiomi's expression did not change; her frown small and her eyes as wide as before. She then opened her mouth to for one final word.

"Leave."

With that, the air seemed to turn cold, and a sharp noise rang out as a powerful force began to stir the air, but only for a second. Then, suddenly, an invisible force emitted from Naiomi's hand as it glowed a pinkish color, the sound of roaring wind filled the air, and the man shot back faster than a speeding bullet, crashing into the building behind him.

Naiomi lowered her and calmly, her eyes unmoving from the man's terror-filled body. People on the streets were frozen with shock, though Naiomi only walked by as if the world was as calm as the ocean breeze. She departed from the scene, not taking a second look back.

"…Goodnight, ignorant world."


"Yes, Ma'a… No, I'm not…" Miyya's eye twitched as she stared at the pleading face on the screen, clenching the phone angrily in her hand. "No… No… OH, FOR ARCEUS SAKE, NO!" She screamed into the receiver, and the face on the screen gave out wide puppy-dog eyes and a pleading expression.

"Pleeeeaaasssee—"

"Just you wait until I get there." Miyya growled angrily, a forced smile twitching on her face. Before the person could say another word, Miyya slammed the phone down back into place and pressed the "end call" button on the board, making the face disappear. Miyya fell back into her chair, ignoring the looks she was getting from her sudden exclamation. She groaned, "This sucks. I thought I'd never have to deal with these guys again but noooo…"

She spun around in her chair and slid off, her feet touching the yellow-tiled ground of the Viridian City pokecenter. She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, smoothing out her shorts. She trudged across the center to the exit, obviously displeased about her previous conversation. She stood in front of the glass doors as they slid open, and walked out into the bright March sun.

"Hm… I should probably go grab Saniya. She'd probably freak if I didn't find her right away." She sighed, and headed down the small road to the Mart. As she did, she grumbled to herself, clutching her backpack handle. "Too masculine… Is that really why she keeps calling me by that stupid name? I wouldn't mind that much if it was something else but… Agh…"

Miyya scanned around the area, admiring the peaceful setting of the city. Though it was more like a town than a city; a city would be… a lot more crowded. Miyya hated that, she found the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of strangers was very uncomfortable.

Miyya sighed, looking up at the blue-roofed Mart, "And of course, I wouldn't have minded it back then, but now…"

"Back then?" Miyya's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar monotone voice.

Miyya swerved around to find a certain absol behind her, blinking her calm golden eyes. "Saniya!" She recognized, and then quickly recollected herself. "Nothing! You didn't hear anything!" Miyya said, almost commanding her out of panic.

"?" Saniya tilted her head to her shoulder, blinking again at the girl.

"I was just…" Miyya stopped, taking a second look at the silver-haired girl. "Hey, where'd you get those glasses?" Miyya asked, pointing out Saniya's black, thick-rimmed glasses.

"Oh?" Saniya removed the glasses and looked at them, and then back up. "I forgot."

"Forgot what?" Miyya asked, very confused.

"My eyes are not as sharp as they used to be. I must wear these for time to time." She told Miyya with a kurt nod and placed them in her pocket.

"Really? But they just seemed like 3D movie glasses with no lenses." Miyya commented, giving Saniya a weird look.

"Is that so?" Saniya said, looking up a bit into the sky in a dazed manner.

Miyya grumbled, something seemed off about her, and it wasn't just the glasses.

"So I figure you aren't going to nag me or freak out about my safety anymore? See? I'm fine." Miyya told the girl, waving a hand over herself, and Saniya blinked, staring for a moment.

Saniya nodded, "That is correct."

"Great." Miyya said, a little pleased. "Now, did you have fun at the Mart?"

"Yes, there were multiple useful appliances and medicines." Saniya said, giving another satisfied nod.

"…"

"…"

"…I knew it." Miyya shot Saniya a glare.

"?" Saniya blinked, becoming a little tense.

"There's something really bothering me about this entire conversation." Miyya groaned, and pointed at the girl. "Saniya, you haven't called me "Sir" at all for the past several minutes. Now who are you and what have you done with Saniya?" Miyya asked the girl, narrowing her eyes at her. "Plus, you're at eye level with me, that's totally not right. I actually thought I had that growth spurt I've been waiting years for."

The girl blinked. "Sorry, sir, I'm…"

"I'm serious." Miyya frowned at her, narrowing her eyes at the mystery-Saniya.

"…" Mystery Saniya was silent.

"…Alright, if you're not coming out and saying it then…"

"Sir?"

Miyya was interrupted by a second voice, though the same voice. Both Mystery Saniya and Miyya blinked, recognizing the voice. Mystery Saniya's eyes were wide, while Miyya sighed in relief, turning to the owner of the voice.

"And there we go!" Miyya said, crossing her arms and taking a look at the apparent real Saniya. "The real Saniya Shiroi rig—FREAKING FURRETS! SANIYA!"


Rika Night tapped the sole of her boot on the white floor of the Cerulean City Mart. She never thought she would be waiting for Melissa of all people, like this. Rika turned the wall beside her, looking over a poster of a familiar busty raven-haired girl with shining yellow hair decks and a sun-bright smile that seemed to make the poster glow, the name Kari printed beneath it in big golden letters.

"Finished." A voice called out to her, and Rika turned to her violet-haired friend. The bespectacled girl carried a plastic bag with a single, lightweight item inside, her other hand stuffed into the pocket of her dark lavender coat. As usual, her eyes were as calm and emotionless.

"What'd you bring me here for, again?" Rika asked her friend, giving her a small look of disapproval.

"I told you, Kari's new CD came out. I had to get it before I move on to Saffron. I have to get to Lavender Town soon so I can finish my paper." Rika's childhood friend, Melissa Dusk, told her, giving off an "Isn't it obvious?" tone.

"Oh, college stuff again." Rika sighed, grumbling at her friend. "Watching you makes me glad I never went."

"You only didn't go because they didn't have an occult class, a fortune telling class, nor a defense against the dark arts class." Melissa told her in a monotone voice.

"Well they should!" Rika snapped at her, waving a finger at the girl. "Besides, you don't go to school for stuff like this. It's a talent." Rika said simply, crossing her arms and lifting her head proudly.

"A talent you don't have." Melissa said.

"…" Rika's mouth twitched. "…I-It can work…! R-Remember in eleventh grade? When I got that vision about our math teacher?" Rika pointed out, fixing the white ribbons to her short black pigtails nervously.

"You told him he would get a pay cut and temporary suspension?" Melissa remembered, leading her friend out of the store.

"Yeah! And he did!" Rika nodded quickly, following Melissa as they stepped out of the sliding glass doors.

"He wasn't very happy about that." Melissa mentioned, turning back to her friend once they exited.

"W-Well it's not like it was my fault!" Rika objected, crossing her arms defensively.

"You made him think he was mentally insane by using Telekinesis to write "messages from the dead" on the blackboard in the middle of class." Melissa told her flatly.

"…" The two both stood in silence for a while, and then Rika spoke up again. "W-Well nobody liked him anyways! Now get on your way to Saffron or whatever!" Rika shooed her friend away as she began to turn away with a huff of irritation, but was interrupted by a faint ringing noise.

"Hm?" Both Melissa and Rika reached into their pockets. Melissa slid the bag in her hand down to her wrist as she pulled out a dark purple pokegear and opened it. Rika flipped open hers, black and carefully decorated with a white gear strap.

"Agh, it's just my stupid brother." Rika groaned, her irritation rising by the second.

"It's Mizumi." Melissa said out loud, and clicked OK to open the message.

"Oh, your old swampert college friend, right? I've seen her in the news a lot." Rika said, thinking about a familiar bespectacled blue-haired geologist.

"Yeah, she's in a three-man group with these two other guys, Leif and Fi…" Melissa trailed off, narrowing her eyes at the message on the screen. "…Oh."

"What?" Rika stood up straight, hopping back over to her friend's side with interest, attempting to look over her shoulder.

"…" Melissa snapped her gear shut, much to Rika's dismay, and spun around. "Nothing, I'm off." She said, and headed her way down to Route 5.

"Wha… Alrighty then!" Rika shouted back at her departing friend with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She grumbled to herself before heading west to Mt. Moon. As she did, she took another look at her gear and hit "REPLY", typing vigorously onto the keypad.

"Aniki," She spoke out loud to herself as she typed a reply. "I have no idea how that stupid necklace got on your neck and I have no idea how to take it off. DO IT YOURSELF!" She growled another fit of irritation and hit "SEND", and watched as the little mail animation successfully sent her message to her brother. Puffing out her cheeks, she shoved her pokegear into her pocket and headed into the building that led her out to Route 4.

"…Stupid math teachers." She grumbled to herself.


"SANIYA!" Miyya cried again, in shock at her friend's appearance. "W-What the hell happened to you?"

"…" Mystery Saniya stood in shock behind Miyya, staring with wide eyes at the new arrival.

Saniya, as Miyya recognized as the real Saniya, was carrying several bags decorated with a frilly-clothed blue haired girl that carried various cards and had wings on her back. Saniya's backpack was now decorated with similar wings, and her head topped with a similar top hat that the girl on the shopping bag was wearing. Painted on Saniya's face was a bright blue "M" that was painted in the same way the "M" in MIRURU on the bag was printed. In the bags were plushies, DVD sets, CDs, posters, cosplay, figurines, and other various items that seemed to related to the girl on the bag. In Saniya's hands, she seemed to be going through a deck of blue and purple cards. She also seemed to be sparkling, and it wasn't just the glitter.

"Mahou Shoujo Miruru special at the Mart, sir." Saniya said flatly, blinking her golden eyes.

"I can SEE that, but… why did you…" Miyya stared at Saniya in disbelief, unable to find the right words.

Saniya bit her lip, looking away slightly. "…Miruru-chan's cute."

"…" Miyya stood in shock, frozen in place at the sight of her friend's actions. She then suddenly, without turning, snatched at an escaping Mystery Saniya's collar, holding her in place.

"Who is that, sir?" Saniya asked, looking up at the girl in Miyya's grip.

"…Wha? Huh? Oh, this person?" Miyya turned to the girl behind her, blinking her still-shocked eyes. "Oh, um, yeah…"

"She holds the same appearance as mine, sir, but I do not have a sister." Saniya told Miyya, staring at girl as Miyya did.

"Then who is…" Miyya pointed to the girl.

"…Aww… You guys are no fun." Mystery Saniya sighed, and then grinned.

"Whoa!" Miyya let go of the girl as she suddenly began to change form. Her hair turned black and whipped up into a side bun, and a purple beanie appeared on the other side of her head. Her eyes turned into a dark shade of violet and her shoes tightened into purple converse. The white coat disappeared, replaced with a sleeveless grey plaid shirt. On her legs donned lavender short-shorts and checkered socks up to her knees. Popping up on her wrist was a black bracelet, and around her neck a long, thin black scarf. Purple Palooza.

"W-What did you just…" Miyya trailed off, staring at the girl's sudden transformation.

"What? Never seen a ditto before?" The girl chuckled, whipping out her glasses from her side pouch and setting them up on the bridge of her nose. She smiled a wide, yet mischievous smile, crossing her arms proudly.

"Though you are purple." Saniya pointed out, staring at the girl, unfazed.

"…" The girl twitched. "…We're ditto, we can be whoever we want. We don't have to be pink." She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"But… Why were you Saniya?" Miyya asked, still a little confused with the girl.

"I saw her marveling at the Miruru merchandise in the Mart. I'm on "vacation", might as well have a little fun. I wanted to see what would happen when I transformed into her." The girl laughed.

Miyya's eye twitched, and she turned to Saniya, still bedecked in magical girl merchandise. If it wasn't for her constant "sir"-ing, Miyya would have believed that this Saniya was the fake before. She turned back to the ditto girl.

"Anyways, who are you? You're kind of irking me." Miyya said with a low growl in her voice, glaring daggers at the girl.

"Hehe." The purple girl fixed her scarf and winked at the duo. "Violet Hamilton, Designer of the Month for Dragonesque Fashion. On a forced vay-cay currently and attempting to "live it up" as Adam said." She said, attempting to force herself to laugh, and then she sighed and took another look at the green-haired girl in front of her. She stopped, blinking at the girl. "Huh? What happened to you?" She asked, as Miyya had gone rock-solid with her eyes as wide as dinner plates, fixated on the girl in front of her.

"Sir?" Saniya poked Miyya in the back, and Miyya then suddenly came back to life.

"H-Huh…? O-Oh… I'm sorry, what?" Miyya stuttered, her eyes glued on the girl in front of her.

"You're looking at me like I'm about to eat you." Violet told Miyya casually, and then grinned. "What? Am I that scary?"

"What? No! It's just that…" Miyya trailed off for a moment. "Nevermind, anyways, I'm Miyya Adama, a snivy, if you may. You must already know by now, but this is Saniya Shiroi, and absol." Miyya introduced, and Saniya bowed, making all of her bags clatter.

"Are you loaded? That stuff's not cheap, you know." Violet pointed out, her expression turning slightly surprised.

"This is what I save up for." Saniya told them.

"Yeah she…" Miyya stopped, and then turned to the girl. "It is?"

"Yes, sir." Saniya nodded as if nothing was wrong. "I do possess a matching pokegear with the limited edition Alpha Arc strap from episode 55. Would you like to see?" Saniya offered, looking down at her coat pocket.

"Really? You got that? Even I couldn't get that." Violet said in surprise, giving Saniya an expression of disbelief.

"Okay, let's not get into this conversation." Miyya groaned, and turned to Saniya. "Well, it's pretty obvious, but you can't travel like that. Do you think you could…"

"Yes, sir, I will store them in my PC. Please excuse me." She said, and jogged off down the road to the pokemon center.

Miyya and Violet stared at the girl as she disappeared into the Center, and Violet laughed, turning back to Miyya. "You two are an interesting bunch."

"Sure." Miyya said, grumbling a bit.

"I was pretty bored earlier, you know. Your friend let me have a little fun. I'm glad I did it." Violet laughed, her arms crossed proudly as she flashed a wide smile. She looked back down at Miyya. "I usually have all the fun at my job. People call me a workaholic, but I enjoy it a lot." She told Miyya.

"Um… Yeah, D-Fash, right?" Miyya told her, in deep thought and not meeting the girl's eyes.

"Hm?" Violet gave Miyya a surprised look. "What did you just call it?"

"Huh?" Miyya shot up in a jolt. "Oh, wait, I—"

"Only people in the company call it D-Fash. Everyone else just calls it Dragonesque for short. How do you know that name?" Violet asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the girl.

"Well… I-I just do. End of story." Miyya said with a huff.

"No, this is interesting. How do you know that name?" Violet asked again with a devilish smirk.

"It's complicated, okay? Now shut up." Miyya growled, giving Violet a threatening look.

"Mm hmm, now tell me, what's your connection with—"

"Sir." Saniya ran back up to the two, her shopping bags, merchandise, and face paint gone, looking completely normal again.

"OH SANIYA, THANK ARCEUS!" Miyya shouted in relief. "Quickly! Let's get out of here!" She said, and broke out into a run to the entrance to Route 3.

"Ah, wait, sir!" Saniya called out as she ran after her employer.

"Oooh, no you don't!" Violet laughed, and ran after the two. "I'm not letting either of you get away! This is the most fun I've had in hours!"

"Run faster, Saniya!"

"Get back here!"


Chapter 3 done! A formal introduction to Violet Hamilton, who you first saw in the first chapter, so she was submitted by Positive Energy. You've also seen Nakamura Tsubasa (Epic Epitome), Rika Night (Light-Sakura), Melissa Dusk (SnowflakeEV), and a very vague cameo of Kari Damon (AskKetchumDarkSide). A lot of females in this chapter, but don't worry, there'll be a haul of guys in the next chapter, which is when we introduce the leader of the next group, Detective Guy (that's not his real name).

Oh, yeah, and I called Violet a sorceress because she can shape-shift. I'd rather travel through time if I was a sorceress but that's cool too.

If you would like to discuss potential pairings or other NoSub info, there's a forum on my profile. OR you could simply ask at Starri Studios if you want a single answer.

Oh, yeah, a lot of math in this chapter. All of those thorems are real, plus the Dantzig guy. Look him up, I thought he was awesome, hehe.

NoSub Trivia

Violet is one of the hardest characters to draw, but ironically, she was also the first, as you know.

Violet has one of my favorite secrets. You'll understand waaay later in the story. Damn, it's fun and complicated at the same time. It's also kind of hilarious, too, once you put it in context, hehe.

LATERS REVIEWERS! AHAHAHA!

-Starri


NoSub School

In this world, pokegear is basically cell phones. Hell, they ARE cell phones. They come with many different designs, colors, software, ect. It can text, call, take pictures, sometimes surf the internet, you name it. But they do everything a pokegear does, including the radio! So it's basically a cell phone and a pokegear combined. Hehe, I wish my phone could do that.

Class dismissed!