[It's been a long time since Belphegor has been by herself. In her own world, her sisters are a constant accessory. In this world, she had been trailed after from the start. But, she's found that walking the paths alone, setting her own schedule, and training as she likes has been very therapeutic. She is, in fact, enjoying the rare luxury of a midday nap beneath a tree when she's jarred awake by a cream-colored muzzle nudging her insistently]

Mnn...Hades? [she asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the rapidash promptly drops her pokegear, where chaos is unfolding on the screen, into her lap with a snort as if to say Can you believe this shit? She studies the scene for a long moment, eyes narrowing slightly. She'd scarcely been gone a few days and already everything had dissolved into chaos...?

The pad of her thumb hovers over the power switch, and then hesitates. Despite her misgivings with their trainer, the pokemon themselves hadn't done anything wrong. ...and certainly didn't deserve all of this. She gives a deep-chested sigh, sitting up a bit straighter beneath the tree. Why is her life a lightning rod for dramatics?]

[the audio feed asks one simple question]

Where are you?