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"Maybe..." Lizzie knelt down beside a bush and pushed some of the branches aside. Nothing here. What was she suppose to be looking for anyway? Footprints? Droppings? She doubted that she could recognize any of them. Usually her Pokemon searching consisted of waiting around until one attacked her, not the kind of stuff researchers did.

"Hm." Running around was probably just going to waste time. They need to narrow down the places they could search.

"If I were an Eevee, I'd be someplace where there is food, water, and or shelter. See any berry bushes around?"

He paused, going still when Ridley's hand covered the doorknob, trapping him there. He was sure he could have shoved the rocket's hand off if he had wanted to -- as big as he was, he couldn't think of a time Ridley had forcefully done something that wasn't, like, sports and required working up a sweat. He'd never hit him for any of the assholish things he'd said, even though Liam knew he deserved it much of the time. Wanted it, even. He'd admit it, he wanted the rocket to show some sort of anger now and again, show he was actually a real person. Maybe then he could actually accept his profession. He hated Rockets for hurting pokemon, not stealing or being a gang, because that was part of life, and he accepted it. If Ridley had been 'that guy,' maybe it wouldn't be so frustrating.

Or maybe he was just venting other frustrations on him. It was hard to tell.

Turning slowly, Liam gave his friend a long look, up and down, sizing up... something before he relaxed, sighing heavily. "Yeah, ok. Fine. I'll stay," he muttered, relenting, giving Ridley a guilty look, "I know you're sorry man. And I know it's not your fault."

ooc: bleh. gotta go to work. later guys.

((Okay, it's been more than 10-15 minutes, so sorry, Ori... xD;; ))



"Fine!" Zinnia suddenly snapped. "If you'd rather hunt down some eevees who are just minding their own business than help me save maybe the life of my best friend, I obviously don't need your help. Fine. You go off on your stupid adventure. I hope that you get bitten by an eevee. Meanwhile, I'm going to go and help Zyk!" She was surprised at herself-- she didn't know that she had such an angry response in her. Then again, if there was really something seriously wrong with Zyk...

"I'm going to send your ghost pokemon back," she continued coldly. "It'll only get in the way. I'm going to see if there's any way I can get him to the pokecenter, since you're too busy to help." She turned sharply, her long pigtails whipping around, and ran for the inn. She could never speak to Opal again-- what she had just done had effectively put an end to their relationship. Zinnia felt a slight regret at that. She never tried to make enemies, but it seemed that she just inadvertently had in her fit of temper. From Opal's perspective, it was possible to see how her offer to help via her pokemon had been generous and thoughtful. But Zinnia was self-centered enough to not bother with looking with any perspective other than her own.

She hurried into the inn.

((Sorry for the late reply but sure Sao. owo))

After no response from the other person, Lizzie decided to go on her own for a little while. Following the path she found, she walked deeper into the forest... or maybe she was on her way out the forest. She really had no idea where she was going. Following Dace had left her with no sense of location in these woods.

Kestrel let out a cry overhead, indicating he had found something. Lizzie now started following the Pidgeot who was maneuvering among the branches with ease. She knew she had trained him for something after all.

Zinnia came out of the inn glumly, still without Zyk. She looked quite upset and sat down at the top of the front stairs without even seeming to notice Jamais. She sighed heavily and twiddled something aimlessly between her fingers-- an empty case of potion, presumably something that she had gotten as a gift from one of the ladies at the pokecenter to take care of Zyk.

With another sigh, the thirteen year old girl got up and walked down the stairs to toss the empty potion in the garbage. Her long, dark blue pigtails bounced with every step. Once she thought that she was close enough, she threw the object, but it ricocheted off of the side of the rim and hit Jamais in the head.

"Oh! Sorry!" Zinnia called, thoroughly embarrassed.

"He was there a few hours ago, but then when the nurses were on break, he wasn't in his room anymore...there wasn't a sign of a struggle but the man was unconscious...Our hospital can't afford security camera's either. " The nurse put a hand to her lips. "I'm sorry, we should have kept better watch of him."

Liam frowned, wondering how in the world a man with a broken arm, a gashed leg and likely a concussion could disappear like that. Even so, he nodded to the nurse, feeling a tinge of guilt at how she raised a hand to her lips like that. "Don't worry, if he's well enough to walk, he should be fine. And I'm sure he'll come back if he's in pain. Just wanted to see if he was alright," he replied noncommittally, waving a brief goodbye before leaving.

Huh. That was weird.