Magic & Transvolution

Rumbling. Trembling. The Emmet and Ingo's Choo of Choos.

The train traverses across the many forests, the railroads scaling above them. Some blue and purple sparkles stick the train on the road, ensuring the train crosses. Many people sit in the train's seats: Some socialize with each other while others stare out of the windows, basking at the flourishing greens and the wandering wilds.

Munching on his vanilla cake is Travis the Lucario, sitting at the very end of the train. He jabs the sweet-toothed treat via his fork, jolting it towards his mouth. He glares out of the window, his cloak covering all but his face. The claw marks on the left side of his face—all healed and patched up instead of raining blood from two days ago. The jackal gazes at his near reflection, the marks spitting at him for what happened at Gloomy Woods.

Travis grumbles. "I'm killing that fox the moment I see him again." He sets the fork on his plate, caressing the claw marks. "I have to admit though...That Zoroark did a damn number on me this time around. The perks of evolution, in other words." Travis eyes the cake. "Thanks for healing me, Forest. The bleeding would've gotten worse if you didn't fix those marks." Drooling at the treat, his tail wags. "Also...thanks for this delicious cake, too."

The Lucario takes another bite, smiling while closing his eyes. He soon lowers his ears, staring down. "...Seven days since I've left our house, Noctis. I'm sorry for the long absence, but I should be back home in no time." Another jab to the bitten cake. "Hopefully you're doing okay right now. Knowing...what caused me to leave in the first place."

Travis' ear flickers to a single 'tap'. And more. And even more—the taps keep going, the Lucario turning to his side.

Sitting across is a woman in black clothing, her head resting on her hand while gazing outside. Her witch hat lays on her skirt, her hair clouding her left vision before she brushes them aside. She taps on her camera beside the hat, the neck strap being long enough to reach her black hair's length. The blues paint this woman's face, her eyes partially closing, staring at a Wingull flying by.

Travis stares at the lady for a brief moment before glaring at his cake, chowing it. "Grr..." He grumbles, leaving nothing on the plate while gripping his fork. "How could anyone trust that damn Zoroark? Who's to say everything he said isn't pulled right out of his ass?" The fork snaps, the top of it flinging towards the woman.

"Who's to say anyone, both man and mon, isn't pulling tricks up their sleeves?" the woman says, stopping the fork with her magic, blue sparkles forming around it and her hand. "How could anyone trust a human and a Pokémon? Knowing both are capable of vile tendencies, especially humans..." She sets the broken fork beside her, her blue eyes locking onto Travis'.

Travis raises his brow. "Were you listening to the things I said?"

The lady shakes her head. "Only ever heard you mention the word 'trust' and decided to join the topic from there..." She stares down at her camera, caressing it. "Apologies if that's weird."

"It's fine." He sets his plate to the side. "I agree with you, but I believe Zorua and Zoroark are the worst of them all."

"How so?"

Travis lifts his paw. "For starters, they have the Illusion ability, allowing them to shapeshift into anyone and anything of their choice." His paw forms into a fist, rattling. "They can pretend to be a little girl needing someone to help her. And the moment you help them, they reveal their true despicable selves, having you be caught by their dirty trap."

"That's quite the specific example."

"Yeah...Because it happened to me." He says that last part softly, glaring off.