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Odile gasped. "̸W̶a̵i̸t̴,̸ ̷y̵o̵u̴'̴r̴e̴ ̴g̶o̶i̴n̴g̸ ̶t̵o̶ ̵s̴e̴e̴ ̶C̴l̵i̸n̵k̸?̵"̴ That was very exciting indeed. The thought of it made her eyes light up in absolute glee. She leaned down to pick up the cactus and held it up in front of her face. "̴I̵f̵ ̴i̷t̶'̸s̶ ̸n̷o̵t̵ ̶t̴o̷o̵ ̵m̷u̷c̵h̶...

"̴N̴o̴w̸ ̴i̸f̴ ̴I̴ ̴w̴e̶r̴e̷ ̷a̸ ̴r̴i̶c̴h̵ ̸b̷a̷s̶t̸a̴r̵d̸ ̴h̷a̶v̶i̵n̸g̸ ̵m̴y̵ ̶p̴a̷r̵t̵y̴ ̴c̵r̸a̴s̵h̶e̵d̶ ̸b̸y̷ ̸s̸o̵m̶e̴ ̷l̸o̸n̴e̵l̴y̴ ̵y̴e̷t̴ ̵p̵o̷w̷e̷r̴f̴u̸l̸ ̸v̷i̴r̶g̷i̷n̶ R̸e̵d̴d̴i̷t̷o̵r̶,̷ ̵w̸h̷e̵r̴e̴ ̸w̸o̸u̵l̴d̷ ̷I̴ ̵h̷i̴d̶e̴?̴"̷ Odile muttered to herself as she walked through the doors...

Odette stared at Nate for a beat before chuckling forcefully. "I was meaning to apologize for that," she said, adjusting her glasses. "So I suppose this works out. Either way, it still would have been you. It can't be helped that I couldn't be bothered to mingle with anybody who wasn't on our...

"̸W̷e̸l̴l̶ ̸d̶a̷m̷n̵,̵ ̴I̸ ̸d̷o̵n̴'̵t̶ ̵w̸a̴n̷t̴ ̵y̴o̶u̵ ̸t̸o̵ ̶d̷i̷e̶,̶ ̷d̵u̸d̴e̷.̶ ̷I̸ ̸c̷a̷n̶ ̷g̸e̵t̸ ̷y̶o̵u̷ ̶l̵i̵k̵e̵ ̷4̷0̸ ̷s̶h̵o̵t̷s̴ ̸o̷f̷ ̶e̸s̸p̶r̶e̴s̶s̵o̴ ̶i̴f̷ ̶y̷o̷u̵ ̴t̴h̴i̴n̶k̷ ̶t̴h̷a̴t̵ ̸w̶o̶u̶l̷d̷ ̸h̷e̸l̵p̵," she suggested, drumming her fingers on the table. "̷Y̷o̵u̵...

To: Serious Business Hello again. Sorry I didn't send this sooner, as I crashed last night. Wes and I got ahold of Sigmin--that trainer with the Salandit--and he threw an interesting theory at all. Apparently that Roserade that that trainer Irene had a very deadly poison. They've gone...

Odette resisted the urge to frown as she watched Mitch’s hand tighten around his coffee cup. Her gaze quickly cut to Mightyena, and her brows knit together ever so slightly, seeing the poor thing looking so apprehensive. She decided not to comment on either and simply took a breath. The subject...

Odette felt a lot better than she did yesterday. Physically, not mentally. No more headache, no more overarching exhaustion. She slept like a damn rock for the first time in years, and it was just what was needed. No infirmary stay needed. Though, she had to admit, she wasn’t hungry whatsoever...

Meloetta’s answers were adequate. She listened intently to what she had to say, but it wasn’t too much that she wasn’t already thinking. Aside from Meloetta’s inability to sing a song of healing, the rest was pretty on par. Though it was nice to hear Jirachi was doing okay and…helping another...

Pursing her lips, Odette gazed up at the overhead leaves. “I wouldn’t say I made a good case either; my anger problems don’t necessarily give a good first impression,” she said sheepishly, twirling one of her braids around her finger. “But,” she continued, “rest assured that I acted for upwards...

Odette shrugged. “I showed up with a pharmacy in my backpack, it’s whatever.” Though, he had a point. Clearly the medicine here was crazy, and probably wouldn’t involve any needles. Though Nurse Joy might pull one out just to spite her for running out… She nodded along. “Yeah, I’ve been...

Odette stared at him for a while, deciding if she wanted to take offense or find it funny. Her gut went with the latter, and she laughed just a little. “No, you’re good,” she snickered. “I’m well aware. I just don’t…do doctors.” “̵Y̷o̶u̵ ̶w̴e̸r̵e̵ ̸r̴i̸g̶h̶t̵ ̶t̴h̵e̴ ̷f̷i̶r̶s̴t̸ ̶t̵i̵m̴e̶,̸...

Coleane. Interesting name. And a Tropius as a trainer? Well, Odette guessed she’d seen weirder. “Huh. Didn’t know you had a trainer. That’s good, though. I’m glad you have some friends.” Odette raised a brow. “You heard us?” She thought on it for a moment before cringing. “Ah…you must be our...

As the infirmary building came into view, Odette slowed to a stop behind a tree, keeping her eyes on it. With a sigh, she pushed her back against the same tree and began to rub her eyes. “I have no intention of going in, first of all,” she said. “I just said that as an out. Though I definitely...

Odette turned toward the newcomers. “Oh. Hey Gen,” she greeted. “And…?” “You know them?” Enora asked. “I’ve met Gen a few times previously. Never their friend, though.” She waved. “Hi. I’m Odette. This is Enora and Odile.” “A pleasure,” Enora greeted. Odile merely nodded in their direction...

Odette was rushing back to the infirmary—though for what reason, she was currently unsure—when she heard the distant music. It sounded like it was coming from the beach. Exchanging confused looks with Enora and Odile, she decided to take a detour and figure out where it was coming from. As a...

Odette’s brows furrowed. “You mean Wallace?” He got attacked? In broad daylight? So now the culprit was getting ballsy? Was it payback for getting Mitch back? Gods, she fucking hoped not… “Oh no…” Enora cooed softly. However, that last part did not phase her. If anything, it simply made her...

“His private quarters, huh?” Odette suddenly started to wonder where that might be. She wondered if anybody outside their group would know that. She cleared her throat at that last bit, though. Vaguely remembering how Wallace mentioned drilling the fuck out of him. She hid her sheepish...

Aside from enjoying this schooling on how Roserade worked, this was all proving extremely helpful. Much more than she anticipated, too. The medicine here was really good--enough to help her weird burn--so she would have to assume it would be useful in curing a really intense poisoning too. So...

That felt like a pretty decent exchange. Odette had almost forgotten that Roserade were partial poison types, too. Suddenly, her disappearance didn't seem like that much of a coincidence. "Deadly enough to poison a steel type, maybe," she murmured. Was it possible this culprit had means to...

Odette had fallen into her own little world. She could vaguely hear Steven dropping the ball on the fact that he’d be attacked, and everyone around him comforting him—as they should. She had half a mind to chime in, but she’d already done her part in assisting him through that. Besides, it was...