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Far to the back of the lounge, Xavian could be seen, pacing back and forth and muttering under his breath. Unlike usual, he wasn't accompanied by his Klefki. He'd changed his suit at least, though it appeared wrinkled. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, and his hair seemed hastily styled. Every now...

Manaphy looked between the assembled trainers, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. Yes, for these two, they would use their powers again. Closing their eyes, they focused, a soft pink light drifting from the antennae on their head. The light reached out, linking first Hazel and Violet. The two...

Nurse Joy nodded. "To you as well Wallace. And I am glad to see you are doing better. You have a lovely Milotic. Be careful out there." <><><><>

Listening intently and nodded, Manaphy took mental notes of everything they said. Ghost moves? and Gold and could use distracting moves like that. It was hard to say. They hated the thought of any mythical they knew being capable of doing this, but Latias had told her of the terrible presence...

"Well, when he's not with his pokemon I know he spends time around the lounge reading. You might look for him there. Although don't be surprised if he's not very talktative." Her brow wrinkled with worry. "I hope he's handling all this alright..."

"A mix of Pecha with other curative herbs. The thing is, I'm not sure what kinda of poisoning it is yet... Normally Pecha will work for typical post-battle poison healing but this seems different. I can only pray they recover quickly so everyone can go home." Nurse Joy nodded in understanding...

The sea shimmered and Manaphy appeared, glancing around the beach. No crowd this time, thankfully. Just the two with strange hearts... the Weavile and the girl. "Oh, such lovely words! You speak so nicely. I'm happy to help, though I don't know how much assistance I can be..."

"I suppose Xavian announced what happened with Clink and Orzo?" Nurse Joy asked, looking up at Wallace. "It's just awful! First kidnapping, and now poisoning! What kind of terrible monster would poison a pokemon?" She shook her head. "Xavian came to me and asked for some remedies." She glanced...

Everyone shuffles wearily into the main hall for roll call. It’s not long before worried murmurs spread across the group. Looking haggard, Xavian enters, this time on the lower floor instead of the balcony. A grim feeling settled over the group - something is wrong. A quick scan over the group...

<><><> Hm. There didn't seem to be signs of anything strange. They scoured all around the lake, careful to be thorough. And then, a few yards from the lake shore, something. Wisps, barely traceable. Psychic energy again. Something had been through here, briefly. Earlier in the day, perhaps...

Chef Flygon nodded, her anger reflected in his own eyes. "When the time comes, use that anger," he said quietly. "Whoever is committing such evil will not escape justice." <><><><>

It seemed there was little to see in the marsh. Just a pair of wild Quagsire, watching Odile with their heads tilted ever so slightly, mouths open and a vague sense of curiosity coming from them. Probably worth the trip anyway, just to see Quagsire.

Manaphy took it careuflly in her flippers and smiled. "It has been some time since a human has given me a gift like this! Thank you, I will treasure it. And just because you are one doesn't make you any less important." She paused and seemed to consider something for a moment. "You and...

"Yes... I does seem possible they could be using the berries to dye something non-food related." A growl rumbled in his throat. "And if I find who or what would do this..." he muttered under his breath. He seemed to shake it off, and refocused on Victoria. "You and your trainer... that green...

Chef Flygon nodded, unfazed by her anger. If anything, he seemed to share it. "I'm not sure how much help it will be but making a dye for cakes and such is fairly simple. Usually the berries are smashed, simmered over a low heat and then rapidly chilled to bring out the color. Different parts of...

"Dangerously delicious, in the right claws!" he chuckled for a moment, but quickly grew serious. "If they are, its not in any way I'm aware of. And I'm afraid that outside of baking and cooking, I couldn't be sure if there was any other use for them. Between Brea and I we're the most...

"Good luck..." whispered Brea. "Good luck." <><><><>

The air was filled with overlapping scents of various pokemon and people. Gen and Coleane, Steven, Xavian's scent, Hazel and Victoria... but there was oddly enough, the faintest lingering stench underneath all of those. Sweet, plastic-y and chemical like. Pungent. It wasn't strong enough to...

Chef Flygon nodded. "I suppose they could yes. Those berries could make a variety of colors actually. Red, purples, pinks, grays, indigo and golds and yellows, primarily." He counted out the colors on his claws. "And to answer the other question, its fairly simple. Cooking is usually done on a...

--- In the end, they both ended up spotting the clue. Gray flecks, near the edge of the outer windowsill of the office. Had the kidnapper been spying on the officers? Other than that, there seemed to be no further clues of note, though the flecks themselves were chilling enough. Something was...