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"Will I?" Cal asked, glancing at Luz, before she stepped over a large boulder and pointed out what looked like a bit of fur from a scuffle. They were getting close; the fur had been only partway in the dirt, but not dirtied itself. Still, no sign of a Zeraora. It seemed silly to be looking for a...

Cal said nothing in response for a while after that, so instead the storm jabbered over them both as they searched for signs of a Luxray tribe. According to Cream, it was around the season for them to be in this part of the field. They eventually found pawprints of a heavy-set Luxray...

"Wasn't just for you," Cal admitted, frowning. "I kinda wanted to get away from... there for a while." Her claws squeezed into her arms. "I kinda... heard about the Joule thing." Thunder boomed above them.

Thunderstorms constantly bombarded a certain portion of the Grass Continent, though its origins were a bit of Pokemon-and-egg. Electric Pokemon loved to live here, which caused the thunderstorms to persist. But was it the thunderstorm or the Pokemon that came first? Nobody really knew, and...

To that, she smiled, then sighed. "Right. You Dark Warriors really are something..." She started to leave, knowing that she'd been away from the Guild for a little too long by now. "Thanks again, Mellow. I'll see you soon at the infirmary." <><><>

Zinc nodded. "It would be... strange and very roundabout for Red to be working for Giovanni after what he did. I think we can trust him, at least." She sighed. "Still, everything else is so uncertain..."

"Mm, okay." Zinc nodded. "He was so polite. And quiet. Mysterious, too. There's no way someone like that could be so, er... well. He was under that Giovanni's control, wasn't he?" She sighed. "It must have been awful. And now he's making so many claims about spies being here--do we really know...

"I wish I could help more," Zinc admitted, arms crossed. "But I'm just the medic. I guess all I can say is that Silver seemed to be... a little strange, but amnesia can do that to you. I never really god much out of him. He didn't seem to like talking about himself. Oh, and your leader, Diyem...

Zinc frowned at that, looking over at Mellow as she carried the next batch of supplies where Mellow had asked to set them. "He's bring practical," she said. "He didn't like saying it. But he told us the same thing. It's awful, really..."

"What was it?" Zinc asked, tilting her head. "S'more has been a little nervous about the whole spy thing lately, actually... I feel bad for him. It must be hard not knowing who you can trust when you're at the top. He doesn't really have... anyone to turn to aside from Pop himself. And he...

"Well, here we are," Zinc said. "This was going to be your home, right? At least... well, one of them. It's hard to tell since it seems like a lot of you have been... slow to move out of the Guild." The Goodra searched for a good place to set it all down.

A wry smile was S'more's initial reply. "Well, I suppose if there was another way to spy on me, it would be by acting as my assistant." He nodded. "Very well. Come with me."

Why should we not tell Pop? What purpose would that serve?

S'more nodded, then sighed as he turned away. "Was that all you wished to speak to me about? I should probably return to my work."

I beg your pardon. Wait, he's--he actually thinks he's the spy? Himself? Evidence points to him so much that even he can't deny it. Still. That sounds like he would be the unwitting one. Hrrgh... we have no solid proof otherwise, though. We can only... weakly consider him one of the spies...

"Perhaps that would be best," S'more said, nodding. "But if you do... I have one request." And finally, he looked at Vix--and there seemed to be nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "Please do not tell Pop about this. He would be devastated. If we have any luck... we can resolve this and rid me of...

"Oh, I should be able to carry most of it. That's no problem." Zinc smiled. "I'm a little stronger than I look." She reached down first with her arms and picked up a few of the baskets. Then, she tilted her head forward, and her horns lengthened and wrapped around most of the other baskets...

It's a miracle you survived for this long. I'm on my way just in case. Where are you?

...What. You're talking to him ALONE? Owen shouted back. Where are you right now? What if he attacks or something?!

"I see," S'more replied, and he turned to continue his pacing. His head was down, deep in thought. "All very understandable. Keeping an eye on anyone that was possibly suspicious. And indeed, if I was the one that had been compromised, there would be no telling what sort of damage I could do on...