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Psywater, after eating more than his share of food, noticed a girl staring right at him. She seemed to be drawing something in that notebook of hers and only stopped when she got some food herself. Then the other trainer turned towards Fifi, but that didn't stop Psywater from waddling over and taking a peek at whatever was in her sketchbook.

Flinching at the sound of that all too familiar high pitched screech, she turned to Fifi with glowering eyes. "Please, just cut the crap and tell us everything you know about Team Rocket."

Cara listened to George speak. He spoke quite well, getting to the point quickly. She agreed with everything he said, they needed to sort everything out and weed out who could actually be trusted and who were the real suspects and threats. Cara nodded when George spoke to her, Osmond, and Shaun directly. "Yep, fine with me. It's part of why I'm eating now. It's not like I've eaten much in the past day and a half." Cara said the last part with a bitter laugh. Tiger hadn't had much to eat since breakfast the day before either and this made her worry more.

"Isn't no big thing." Jack rubbed Dora's back a bit, the Doduo having followed all this time with Duskull, and one of it's heads nosed at Dora worriedly. Duskull stayed close as well, worried. Once at the 'cave' Jack sat, eying the campsite. Momentarily, she considered joining them, then recalled the poison before.

Nnnnnope.

"C'mon, I got Jerky." She began rummaging in her back idly, the Duskull trying to nudge Dora down. Jack blinked, then crouched, moving Dora to stand again.

"Pity I lack an MRE.... Those things cook themselves."

Unlike Jack, who couldn't cook at all.

Fifi stared. "What?" She took a breath and blew it out, fast. "First, I'm accused of stealing pokemon because someone else was able to find my Meowth, who had wandered off for the nth time, like she has been doing this entire trip! I barely get into camp and suddenly have accusations being flung at me. I let a perfect stranger, who also has a pokemon by the way, not even one of the people who had their pokemon stolen, search my things. She finds nothing, and leaves my things a mess.

"Then, I help battle a pair of Cubone, and, worried about the possibility of more wild hostile pokemon like we just fought ask for company to get firewood. No one is willing to help me, so I go into the forest alone, and can't bring much back by myself. I make everyone else food. This is somehow suspicious. The fire is low on wood because no one would help me, so I drink a mug of the soup in front of everybody, and leave, without ever going near the pot again. While I am gone, someone does something to the pot, and someone passes out, if I understand you correctly.

"While I'm out trying to convince myself it isn't fair to be upset that people are suspicious of everyone, I hear a commotion. I find a pair of trapped Vulpix kits, and hostile pokemon attacking. I can't fight that many pokemon myself, or with my already injured Meowth, so I run back for help. A man shows up while you are all busy accusing me of being behind everything, and I point out this PERSON IN A FLIPPING MASK, who then brags about being behind everything, stabs me, and I don't even know what else I must have managed to do while tied up and unconscious being watched by all of you, but I'm sure there is something! Tell me, do I have this all correct?" Fifi snarled, looking furious. Spots of color bloomed on her cheeks, and she shook with rage.

"As for what I know of Team Rocket, turn on a television when you get home! Give it a week, and we'd have the same knowledge!" she spat.

If Lizzie was a rational person, she might've let this go by now. But this whole Rocket situation was pissing her off and scaring her at the same time. The gut feeling she had about Fifi, the hunch that had been plaguing her the whole time, wouldn't go away. Even if she wasn't a Rocket, she was definitely up to something. She just couldn't let this go.

"We've had multiple instances where going on a mission with someone turned into a trap. People were paranoid when a stranger asks them to go with them on a trip away from everywhere else." She tried to remain calm. Stick to the facts, instead of emotional outbursts, and maybe she'll get somewhere. "Although, there are some interesting things I've noticed. One, no one said anything about Team Rocket being involved, at least not that I knew of. Yet, when you pointed at the masked man, you called him one. Even though Rockets aren't known for their crazy dramatic masked men. Two, he could've killed you very easily. Instead, he just knocked you out? For a man of theatrics, it seemed very anti-climatic. And thirdly, what happened to the crying? I pegged you as the Daddy's Little Princess kind of girl. Did you decide to cut the facade when things got serious? Too close to the truth?"

Lizzie took a deep breath. "We can't risk anything right now, not when people are getting hurt. But... someone did look at your arm injury. Right?"

She wasn't here right after Fifi was stabbed and the masked man got away, so she had no way of knowing. Despite all her suspicions, it wouldn't do to keep a prisoner hurt. She was already against the tied up arms, although she supposed it was a nessecary precaution.

"I'm sorry, am I not perky enough for you after being stabbed and accused of everything ever. Sorry, it put me in a bit of a bad mood," Fifi said, insincerity dripping from her tone.

More seriously, she continued, "And no one said anything about Rockets? You must be deaf, people have been muttering about Rockets all day. Beyond that, of the criminal groups, and I agree there is enough chaos that there has to be more than a single offender, Team Rocket is the one that is both known for stealing pokemon and preferring black and white uniforms, usually with red accents," she said, listing information that pretty much everyone knew.

"And no, my arm isn't injured, it's tied behind my back, and I'm laying on it. The reduced circulation is causing extremely strong pins and needles and cramping, it hurts quite a bit, and I've asked to be helped to move, since I'm incapable of doing so myself without tugging on my stomach injury, but I have been ignored. Speaking of that injury, I have no idea why he only injured me instead of gutting me, but I imagine it takes more resources to look after a prisoner than it does to leave a dead body while you chase a killer who just gutted a girl in front of you," she said. "And how bad is the stomach injury? I would hope someone looked after it, but I've been unconscious. Most of my side is numb, unless I move. Then I get shooting pain," she asked.

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Remmy walk back to the campsite after he got lost again while peeing. He really needed to stop that. Buck none the less he look around for Zak. Not seeing him he when next to Lizzie and the yell "WHEN I GO PEE PEE, CAN SOME ONE COME WITH ME? I KEEP GETTING LOST EVERY TIME I GO PEE!" He nodded his head and sat down next to Lizzie and ask her "Why is some one tied up? Do she need help? Why is everyone yelling? It going to hurt Squeeks' ears! Everyone should clam down and sing campfire songs! That be soo fun!" He hum a song and began to sing The campfire song song!

Squeeks agree with Remmy about everything but his ears. His Ear could take anything. He then began to sing with Remmy to lighten up the mood.