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'Concussion' was a really funny word. For one thing, it sounded like percussion and made Lucas think of drums, which was somewhat ironic because he couldn't stand the sound of drums at the moment. Or at least he was pretty sure he couldn't stand it. It wasn't very often that he was anywhere near drums, so there wasn't any definite way to test the theory, but the subtle thrumming in his head was enough to let him know that actual physical drumbeats would just be horrible.

For another thing, the word 'concussion' contained the smaller word 'cuss,' which never failed to make Lucas feel like laughing when he thought about the raid as a whole, his impression of which was by and large limited to the word "s**t." Not that he would actually laugh, since it took too much effort, but the thought was there and possibly gave him a slight grin from time to time.

Yet another thing about the word 'concussion' was how easy it was to mix up with the word 'cushion.' Lucas had a cushion in his room, as a part of the little chair at his desk that he was using more and more often. It was black and devoid of any pattern or other intrigue, much to his disappointment. The texture was sort of interesting, though, if he looked close enough. All those little overlapping threads--

Oh, who was he kidding. Lucas was bored out of his mind, and the more he became aware of this, the more one would have had to pay him to stay in that bed. When Alba left for his trainee duties, Lucas very subtly and stealthily recalled Merry into her pokeball - meaning he fought with her for a good half hour before finally getting her into the thing - and left the room, heading into the hallway and starting off in a random direction and thankful to find that he could walk with little difficulty. He didn't care where he was heading. It wasn't his bed or his room, so it was automatically the most interesting thing in the world.

Disoriented as he was, Lucas had had the foresight to put a lock on Merry's pokeball to prevent her from immediately following him and possibly disabling him with Hypnosis or something. The locked pokeball wriggled where it had been left on a table, slipping off the edge of the surface and rolling onto the floor.

A flash of light from the pokeball was followed shortly by pure, unadulterated Chimecho rage, a blast of Confusion whipping around most of the room's loose items, including (but not limited to) the majority of the paper notes on the walls. A terrible hum pulsed out of the little psychic type, replacing her normal jingles.

Merry wasn't feeling so merry.

"Chom..." Merry's ringing was a low, sinister rumble. She nodded slowly at Claire's words, darting out into the hall as soon as the door was open and swiftly glancing left and right. She made her decision and proceeded with her long tail fluttering behind her. In all honesty, she was more worried than angry, but that man was in for the Hypnosis of his life once she found him.

Elsewhere in the base, 'that man' had stopped in front of a window, staring through the glass and wavering slightly on his feet. It was raining. That was... pretty cool, actually. It was kind of amazing how water just fell from the sky like that...

Merry's ribbon tail served as the only beacon indicating where she was as she moved through the base, deftly navigating the labyrinthine halls. When she had last lost him, she was unfamiliar with the place, and a rogue Chingling had facilitated her reunion with her human. Now she was quite familiar with the nuances of the corridors, possessing a vast mental map as well as knowledge of the places Lucas typically wound up. Thus far he wasn't at any of his usual haunts, but she was quite determined. The Chimecho rounded a corner and came to a halt, overwhelmed with relief to see her human in one piece.

Lucas, however, was completely unaware of Merry's presence towards the end of the hall. Inadvertently he had wandered to the out-of-the-way hall where he had met Claire, palm resting against the cool glass of the window as he absently watched the rain fall. Something about the constant motion made it immensely and incomparably interesting...

Lucas heard his name on a familiar voice and turned quickly to face the source. He perhaps moved a bit too quickly, though, and a rushing sound filled his head. In response to Claire's admonishment, he found himself a bed on the floor.

She didn't need to be told twice. Merry was almost instantly at her human's side, her tail wrapped around his arm to assist in Claire's endeavors to right him. Their combined efforts were successful, though the man remained steadfastly unconscious, a very slight paleness creeping into his face.

The touch elicited a momentary furrowing of his brows in reflex. When he made no further response, Merry, perched on his shoulder, produced a soft chiming. Eyes opened only barely, blinking intermittently and falling to a half-lidded position that stared absently at the opposite wall.