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"It's...not as bad as it could have been." Doc Stoja said as she turned to looked at Freth for a moment, collecting her thoughts before she spoke again. "Her wounds were serious yes but I was able to stitch her up and apply a salve I personally created to her wounds, it will help speed up healing and prevent infection. I also managed to get some of my potion in her that will aid in healing the deeper damage. Unfortunately a side effect of the potion is she will be in a sleep-like state for the next few days, a kind of healing coma." The doctor explained as she looked at Freth, then turning around to face Blizzard again.

"Trust me, mister Blizzard, your wife will live if I have anything to say about it. She isn't the most grievously wounded patient I've ever cared for." The doctor said, placing a hand on Blizzard's shoulder. "Just have faith, mister Blizzard. Get some rest, if you can." She said, patting him. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to find the restroom." With that the doctor walked off, after GRAY informed her of where to go.

As for Freth, she might dream some strange dreams as the poison based potion worked its strange magic, the Curious Medicine flowing through her veins. It was a powerful healing substance, but it wasn't without its drawbacks.

Amaranth being among the first to arrive, she'd make a point to make sure the coast remained clear for the others as they arrived. Concern grew on her face even though she knew Sub would be among the last ones, worried about anyone getting caught after everything. Seeing several of the others alongside Sol was good, though she'd see something rapidly approach eventually.

That something was Cera clinging to a Sharpedo's dorsal fin for dear life, Aqua Jetting right into Trainer Hill and finally managing to toss his passenger to the floor. He'd glare at her as she came into view again, water still shooting out to keep him in the air. With the notion of keeping the Mew alive falling out of favor, he'd start to open his mouth to Crunch down on her, barely stopping himself when an Aura Sphere suddenly formed between the two.

"Mewmew, mew mew mew!" She yelled out, ready to send the sphere then and there. "Mew mew mewmewmew mew meeew mew!" She certainly wasn't proud of her feat, but she was doing what she needed to to survive. But he was faster than she could manage. She didn't have a Snag Machine, or a Capture Styler, or a ball, or anything- not that "Chum" needed to know about any of those. "...mew mew, mew mew mew."

Thank you, you can go. That's what Cera ended her remarks with, staring down the Sharpedo. She got what she wanted, a fast way to safety, and she had no need for him to stick around nor was she going to force him to even with the risks of simply letting him go. The two would continue their Paldean standoff for a solid minute, Amaranth finally speaking up.

"Can you two drop this!?" She said in a cross tone, done with everything over the last several days. "I don't know why she up and did... whatever she did to make you come here, or what she's saying, but we're here now and safe. And... I don't know if letting you go back to your trainer's safe either. Or what SWIPE's gonna do with Aqua and Magma, I think Sub called them?"

"...I had this," Cera commented. "But... she's right. I won't stop you, but they might apprehend him. They'd probably just send you back into the wild or detain you like my other friends. And you've probably been with him for a really long time, especially with scars like those. But if you attack me, I'm going to do what I must to keep myself and the rest of my friends safe here."

In the meanwhile, Sol had given a good look to the open room and the cots. Somewhere to lay down and little else, really adding to the feeling of the makeshift barracks that would be home to the team for the time being. He'd follow onward to see the kitchen, seeing it was barely any better than the rest of the ground floor. "You know, if you'll give me a moment, I think I can deal with these cocoons," he spoke up, looking at the various remains of Cascoon past. "At least make it look like we won't be dining among the Dustox. It also wouldn't hurt to get a good look at the rest of our quarters, so we know our ins and outs."

Eventually, Cera and the Sharpedo before her had diffused the standoff. Tension was still high between both of them, but the Mew was able to at least join the others in the kitchen just in time to hear Doc Stoja and Laverne's remarks. "We'll need supplies, yeah... and food. Otherwise most of us won't be able to keep up for too long... I can transform and unless they see through it, I should be able to get around pretty freely. Monique, too, if she's in any condition to keep up an illusion. We can try and get whatever food and supplies we can get our hands on."

"That's an idea," Sol spoke up, gesturing to the nearby Sharpedo glaring daggers. "But what of them?"

"We'll... figure that one out..."

Sub would overhear Monique and Cera talk and while it was a good idea he had just one issue with it all. "We all need to get some sleep first. It has been a long and chaotic day and most places are closed by now. Let's all get some rest and first thing in the morning you two, Monique and Cera, can go on a food run for us. Lavaridge might indeed by the best locality to hit up. Not too far from here, don't have to enter Mauville, and it's fairly quiet. Just go in, get the food, and get out." Sub explained but then realized something else. "We uh...have no money though." He chuckled to himself. "You guys can figure it out. I'm going to bed." He said with a hand wave before picking a cot to snuggle into.

[The next day...]

Some of the team would be awoken by the annoying sounds of the Taillow that made the rooftop their home, becoming very active by sun rise and no doubt reigniting their new war with a certain butterfly man. Sub was one of those Snagems, waking up and deciding to just sit there on the bed, looking at the ground at nothing in particular. "...I'm hungry." Was all he could get out. "It's days like this where being a ghost sounds nice."

"That's not funny." GRAY immediately responded.

"Whatev." Sub said as he stumbled to his feet and looking around. "Small like body odor in here, all these people huddled up together. Did the Trick Master give us a bathroom and shower?"

"Yes, a small one just off the kitchen. One toilet and a stand up shower." GRAY informed Sub.

"...one toilet for all these people. Arceus help us all..." This was not going to be a fun stay.

Aile would find herself crashing on the cot she sat down on not too long after she sat on it, the siren song of sleep being just too irresistible after the events of the day. At least they were safe, though, for now. And it seemed like GRAY got his full voice back, so that was something. No needing to guess at what he had to say.

Her sleep would be… alright. The cot wasn't the best, but she wasn’t sleeping on the ground either, so that was something. She was feeling stiff when she woke up, though, and felt something a bit to being hungover, despite not having any sort of alcohol at all since she had gotten back to HQ, before they’d been branded as terrorists of the highest degree. Her first point of action was shifting her arm back to its previous staff appearance, deciding she didn’t want to have to worry if her prosthetic was going to be a temporary hindrance after expending herself somewhat on their flight from Rustboro. “If we’re going to rest, let’s make sure we make the most of it,” she’d mutter to herself, deciding to get up and explore their current hideout.



Crystal would take some time to sit and write in her journal, recounting the events of the past few days before they got lost in her sea of memories. She’d also take some time to rest, though she wouldn’t take a cot. She didn’t trust them to hold her weight, though that was true of most things nowadays. Instead, she would get comfortable in a corner and close her eyes for a few hours, letting herself rest a little.

Once others started stirring, the hybrid would stand up and stretch, reading through her journal once, tilting her head as a thought came back to her. She had been so focused on trying to rewrite her journals to the best of her ability that she never got to talk to someone about one strange oddity. “Right. Where’d he land?” Shoving her journal back into her backpack, she would look around for Reno, deciding to pester him if he was awake.

Odd had followed Lykas lead shortly after the hybrid had gone to bed, finding a cot to lay on near his husband but unlike, he felt sure, onlysome of the others, he was unable to fall asleep. Partly due to his nature as a Ghost Channeler and partly due to the anxiety of everything going on right now. And also partly due to the cot itself being the most uncomfortable thing he'd ever attempted to sleep on and that was counting the ground from back in his teenage years when he traveled around to concerts wherever he could find them.

After two or three hours of laying motionless and attempting to sleep, only occasionally shifting his weight in search of a more comfortable position, he heard a voice. "You, too, huh?" LYkas asked quietly, trying not to disturb anyone else who had managed to actually fall asleep.

"Yeah... Any suggestions?" Odd asked, rolling to face the direction Lykas' voice had come from. Looking into the bight blue soul before him, he smiled as Lykas' energy comforted him in that moment.

"Just one but I dunno how effective it'll be." Lykas whispered in reply, climbing out of his cot and alking off to find the PC GRAY hda mentioned earlier. He had two Pokemon that he'd been unbale to use in the lst few days and one of them might be able to help tonght. Depositing Nacrearcus and Palaeo into the PC, he would scan the two newest ones to register them properly to himself and then return to Odd. Standing by the wall, near one of the corners of the room with the least Snagems to disturb, he popped open a Moon Ball, releasing Morgan, the Altaria he had snagged from the Dim Sun agent back at the volcano.

"We can talk about what happened between us in the morning if you want. It's late and these things are worse than sleeping on a cranky Graveller. Mind if we use your feathers for a bit of comfort?" Lykas asked the Dragon-type.

"Al....taaaaaaa." The Humming Pokemon trilled out, sensing that it was, indeed, very late. Letting out a yawn of it's own and giving the hybrid intense sideye for a moment, it finally nodded, puffing up it's fluffy feathers a bit as Lykas fetched Odd, "Come here!" He encouraged the blind Channeler as he helped Odd to his feet and guided him to the corner, watching Morgan get comfortable in the corner as they covered the distance.

"What did you do?" Odd asked, laughing quietly to himself.

"Don't worry about it for now. I'll explain in the morning, ok?" Lykas replied as they reached Morgan and he turned Odd so that he could be sat on the Pokemon's torso. The moment he was guided into a seated position and felt the sft embrace of the downy feathers, the Channeler fell back into them. "This feels amazing!' He yelpd out, just a bit louder than he'd meant to. "I told you." Lykas replied, turning and sitting beside him, falling back into the feathery embrace of the cloud-like avian Pokemon as well. "See if this helps with the sleep." He insisted, chuckling softly as, already, he could hear Odd beginning to snore gently. He may not need it like regular humans anymore but that didn't mean he wouldn't happily embrace good sleep when it greeted him this way, clearly. Taking a deep breath and trying to clear away his concern for Libelle, specifically, he eventually fell asleep, as well, to the sounds of Odd's gentle snores and Morgan's soft breathing.

The pair wouod awaken around sunrise the following morning, their feathery bed rising with the sun and deciding they were done laying on it. After it was awake and saw their surrounding in the light, the Humming Pokemon let out a squeaky honk of indignation at the conditions, it's normally dream-like voice momentarily swallowed up by the squalor around it.

Throwing Lykas and Odd to the floor, Morgan began to quickly fly around, using it's super soft wings to wipe away the dust and cobwebs in the corners.

"I don't think it likes this place very much..." Odd remarked as he picked himself up from the floor and watched.

"Clearly not... But it makes a good point. If Cera and Monique are going to get food, we should probably focus on getting this place in more liveable conditions until they get back. At the very least, it'll distract us from being hungry. Lykas replied, rolling over onto his back and watching the ceiling for a moment before getting up as well.

"Speaking of... Who feels comfortable being naked around others for a little while? I'm sure we all need clean clothes and I can handle that for anyone that wants a wash." He announced to the rest of the team, looking around at last to see who else was actually awake at this point.

Crystal would come in to the main room, waiting for Reno to finish his vocalized thoughts before chiming in. "I'd personally vote for Alola, and I definitely agree with the sentiment of Johto and Kanto." She figured he was talking about a new base of operations, though the hybrid could always be wrong. "Can I assume that you're talking about a location for a new headquarters? Or what's up?" She'd look down at the map, tilting her head. "And if you can spare a moment... Could I ask you potentially a weird question?"

Reno would scratch at the back of his head as he continued to stare at the map. "Nah....mostly looking for a spot to pop into where I can mislead SWIPE into looking around instead of Hoenn." Pausing at Crystal's hesitation, Reno would turn to look her in the eyes. "How weird we talking here?" Was this going to be theorized wildly off of the corkboards weird or was it accidentally got into a relationship with alternate universe you weird?