Heptagonal Ring (Eeveelutions) {Pokemon}

Chapter 19: Inquiry

"I'll be back in a jiffy," the Gourgeist said, winking one of her eyes. "I won't make you wait for long, Kizzie."

With nimble steps, the Gourgeist disappeared through a door on the back of the room, leaving Kizuna alone with the Trevenant. She took this moment to take a good look at the room she was at. It was a small, very small cubical room. If it were any smaller, the Trevenant would probably hit his head against the ceiling. There was a small entrance behind her – she had come through it – and another similar entrance behind the Trevenant, where the Gourgeist had disappeared into. And that was it. The little cubicle was unremarkable to say the least.

Well, there was one peculiarity. The walls, the ceiling and even the floor were all made of the same white crystal-like material. Due to its similarity with the walls of the nodes of the Heptagonal Ring, one could only conclude that it was Adamantium.

"Zvonimir still hasn't fallen?" the Trevenant asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh? Nope. The big dragon is still at the Conflux."

"It's been two months already," he said in an impatient tone. "You'd think he would have fallen by now."

"True. The Oriole seems to be having problems taking him down. But oh well, we'll have to trust them and wait."

"If I didn't have to stand guard here I'd go myself and smash his head in. Just a punch like, puff, no more dragon."

Kizuna let out a soft giggle, picturing the big tree punching the bat and sending him flying in a comical manner. "Totally. So if you didn't know about Zvonimir, then I take it the Observatory's reparations haven't ended yet, uh?"

"The Doyen's at it, but it's proving to be quite difficult."

"Mmh. I see."

What a boring conversation. Kizuna let out a loud yawn. It was late in the night, and Kizuna felt weary after her trip. She was starting to feel sleepy.

"We're back!"

The Gourgeist's voice jolted her back to life. Kizuna looked behind the Gourgeist, finding a familiar Galvantula trailing after her.

"Master Tesla!" she said in a chirpy voice, waving her bows at him. "I'm not really presentable right now, so I'm not hugging you this time. Too much sand. Sorry."

"I won't complain, Kizuna." The Galvantula stared at her pupil with his multiple eyes for a brief moment. "Let me ask you a simple question, as a safety measure. What were you doing at July 7th, 7770, at 19:07?"

"Uh? What a funny time to choose. Anyway, I was at my room, studying the Baltoy. Why?"

Tesla nodded to himself with his multiple eyes closed. "Yes, it's you. Naamah would have no way of knowing that."

"Naamah?"

"That Zoroark is a chronicler," the Trevenant said, ", so she could try to impersonate one of us to gain access to the Observatory. That's one of the reasons we had to make sure to call Mr. Tesla before letting you enter the Observatory."

Kizuna blinked a few times, gaping at the two grass-types. "You thought I was Naamah?"

"No, but you could have been," the Gourgeist said. "We had to make sure that wasn't the case. An easy way to find out was to have Mr. Tesla ask you something Naamah had no way of knowing."

"She will try to trick us at some point," the Trevenant said, "so we must be extremely careful. Please, don't take this as an affront, Kizzie."

"I guess I see your point." Kizuna cocked her head to the side, finding their approach sensible enough. They could never be too careful. "But, anyway, I'm back!"