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The Bellsprout swayed for a moment before attacking again with Vine Whip. The attack was fairly weak, compared to the others, though. Sentret got back up slowly, nonetheless.

"Alright, Sentret! One more attack should do! Scratch!" Kurine commanded. Sentret ran at the Bellsprout and swiped at it, leaving more scratch marks on it's stem and leaves. "Be-e-e-ll!" The Bellsprout cried before falling over, fainted. "Yay! We beat it, Sentret! We beat it!" Kurine said happily, jumping up and down with glee.

Sentret paused and looked at her. A small smile was hinted on his face as Kurine returened him to his pokeball. Since she didn't know where Miharu had gone, Kurine decided to go to the pokemon center and heal up her pokemon real quick.

"He is a Psychic Pokemon," M.A. said, looking over at the quiet Natu. She'd heard about Hypnosis and how it could set people and Pokemon alike to sleep -- what about penetrating that sleep and setting a dream into it? Too much thinking, though; she was still too spaced out to deeply ponder and start making philosophies about this and that. There was only the what-to-do-now factor, really. "Hey, maybe we can visit your sister. Do you know where she is?" the girl suggested next after a moment's worth of thought and the end of her sandwich. Wouldn't that clear some things up, after all? What if his sister hadn't really changed in real life? Maybe there wasn't anything to worry about. . . Although the notion that Little Guy might've actually started Ky's dream gave it some gravity, some authenticity -- the Natu wouldn't have brought on something nonsensical, right? "Or maybe you could call her, if we can't find her and she's not at home."

At this pace, they were probably forgetting Bugsy and his gym (or at the very least M.A. sure had) with the current situation at hand. Oh well, Daemyn thought with a slight slump that was his version of a shrug. He wasn't eager to remind them of it, or to go back and have to fix things. C'mon now, it was only a little tree and some. . . okay, a lot of water, the dog thought before turning to the small bowl in front of him. Of course, in his opinion he never found himself at terrible fault.

Kilik ran his fingers through his hair as he listened to Mike's words then jumped back when the gloves on his hands ignited. As Mike bolted out the door, Kilik looked back at Nina and opened his mouth to say something when footsteps began to echo on the Gym's floor. He wheeled around to see Giovanni headed their way from the door beneath his balcony (the very door Beacon had entered).

"Your friend is quite right," he whispered, his hands behind his back, "This has become a race against time and what might be the only chance we have to hit him hard enough to....end him." Giovanni directed his attention at Nina from the corner of his eye, then looked at the front door where Mike had blazed through just a moment ago. He dropped his hands to his sides then looked over his shoulder at the two behind him. "I've got a helicopter set to go wherever you feel Maorde may be."

Words escaped Kilik's mouth that he'd never thought would come out again.

"Thank you, Giovanni, sir."

Mike's head was buzzing with situations that he could face in his next encounter with the seemingly immortal killer. While he had never met this 'Maorde' in person, he figured he knew what to expect: Some crotchety old b*****d with a taste for blood. No problem. His main problem wasn't the man himself. If he was as old as they said he was, then he wasn't even worried at all. If all he had to do was pummel some rickety old fart, then this would be a cake walk. But that wasn't the whole matter. His Pokemon must be monstrously strong. s**t. Mike thought to himself. He was a tough trainer and he knew it. Nut even he, as headstrong and stubborn as he was, knew his limitations. The boy looked up, dark clouds began to roll forth, providing a delightful bit of a foreboding atmosphere. "Lovely." Remarked the boy as a bit of wind played with his already shaggy mess of hair.

He heard the doors behind him whizzed with activity: Nina. He tilted his head to the side, a serious expression on his face. "What's the game plan?" Mike tucked his hands into his jacket, taking a long hard look at the sky. It's going to rain soon. He thought, his rather tall figure standing strong for whatever the future would bring..

Mike raised an eyebrow at Nina's jumpy realization. If it were anyone else, the boy would have been nervous or scared, but seeing as it was his blue haired friend, who seemed blessed with the power to create drama and conflict at sheer mental whim, he felt less inclined to buckle at the knees. "So, they headin' over?" He asked, crossing his arms. "Where were they staying? Will it take long for 'em to get here?" Mike waited for a response, and went back into his mind, hoping they his seemingly random planning would help in some way.

Mike's eye twitched. That might have been the worst place for them to stay! "Heh, Lavaridge eh?" The boy chuckled, hiding his true anger quite well. "Let's hope they get here soon, because if you were right with Maorde looking for them instead of you, then that'll be one hell of a bit a' motivation for them to get moving."

Mike's worry then turned to Flannery. What if Maorde had actually found them, and somehow she got involved. If anything happened to her because of that old monster, he...he wouldn't know if he'd be able to restrain himself.

"Trust me, they'll be here soon. Once the two of them get motivated, they'll be here in no time flat." Noticing Mike's eye twitching, Nina wondered just what was fluttering through his mind at that moment. The safety of Flannery was likely the first thing he thought of, as she was the prime figurehead in Lavaridge. Everything will be okay though, she thought. Just... get the group together, get everyone in one place, we'll be more than enough of a threat for Maorde. It doesn't matter how powerful he is, because he won't be able to stand up to our forces.

The girl was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard three consecutive squawks from a bird to the northeast. She didn't need to look to know that it was Rio.

Instead, she looked over to Kilik. "Not much. I called Whitney and told her and Raimundo to head on over here, and after some convincing, I was able to persuade them to do so." Nina looked up, nodding at the bird that was 'flying' through the air. "And here they are now."

Kurine walked out of the pokecenter not too long after she had gone in. Her pokemon were fully healed, and now she was ready for some more training! But...she'd head over to Violet, too. Why not train and actually get somewhere, right? She decided to keep her pokemon in their pokeballs for now, too. Thought, she'd have to let them out a little later for some excercise. It must not be fun to be cooped up in a pokeball all day, and only be let out to be fed or battle. Kurine would have to be sure to play with them a lot.