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"Okay then." Leonard shrugged, deciding to give them to the Arcanine himself. It's not like he couldn't give it a shot, if it would prevent the dog Pokemon from burning the building down.

He slipped outside the room into the hallway the Arcanine was located. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a yellow Poffin and hesitated. Hell, he didn't even know what flavor it liked. And was it so upset it would bite off the hand that fed it?

Something snapped. "I want quiet!" she shouted, pounding a fist against the wall behind her as her expression took on a venomous snarl. Some remnant of her former self knew she shouldn't shout, especially not when everyone was still so shaken, but her reaction was automatic, and no amount of reason could stifle it.

Moloch was reluctant at first, but one step led to another and he began to follow Seth away from the doors, to the relief of all hospital staff present. (There was a strangled gasp for air from the orderly who'd been caught between a wall and a fuzzy place.)

Food did make people and Pokemon feel better, and the Arcanine's large nostrils flared a bit at the poffin and he gave it half-hearted snuffle, but it wasn't an appetizing flavor and he just as soon turned his massive head away to look back at the infirmary doors again, slowing slightly in his step.

The sudden contact of balled fist to wall made Whinny jump meters in the air, figuratively of course. Feeling scorned by the grunt, her eyes welled up with tears more. Soon, a shower of Wigglytuff cries spouted throughout the branch.

What had she done wrong? Why was Sorano dead? Was it all her fault?

Perhaps Moloch would respond better if he treated the dog like Nadja treated him. Seth had to wrack his brain for a moment to remember how she handled him.

When Moloch started to move though, Seth nodded, "Good dog." The poffins were a good idea, but it appeared that the Arcanine had no interest. "Moloch, heel." If he remembered right, Nadja had used that command on him.

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Will was also shocked by Aila's sudden outburst, but decided to let Faleen handle that one. Instead, he took a glass of water and bent down to hand it to the Wigglytuff as it started bawling. "Here you go. Don't cry."

"Did you even half see what she did? That wasn't another man with a gun, that was a little girl! She couldn't have been more then 5 or 6! There is no excuse to attack someone so young." to many people had died on that raid for him to be comfortable. The fact that one of their own might have killed someone, especially a little girl, it made his blood boil. Pokemon battle, sure, people trying to stop them with deadly force, absolutely, but a little girl? Now that he remembered it and saw her, the one who had attacked a young child in front of him, he couldn't control his anger, and the anger felt much better then the previous despair.

Moloch's ears perked up a bit at the praise - in fact, it seemed to do him quite a bit of good, reassuring him at a time real reassurance was far away. The Arcanine fell into step behind Seth, brushing Nyx with his fluffy tail as he went past.

His ears laid back, though, at the sound of rising voices from the lounge they seemed to be heading towards, and a little rumble of complaint rose in his throat.

The water had calmed her, tenfold, and she remained quiet with long, thin ears spinning from each side of the argument. One shrill to another, a sharp answer back, humans could never get along could they? Lowering the glass to where it just settled between her paws, Whinny took a seat where she stood to watch the show. Sorano was dead, so her only entertainment was these two until they all got back to the base.