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Clink made a metallic laughing noise, their keys shaking. "Yes, I'd like that," they said earnestly. "I'll be okay," they said softly. "I know I seem weak but I can still take care of myself. And I'm prepared this time. Trust me. Just... try to find out the truth please." They glanced around...

"I bet the mythical pokemon would even come! A lot of them told me they have enjoyed meeting many of the trainers." Clink jingled excitedly, though not too loud. "No. Not acting odd But... Orzo was leaving in the middle of the night that night and..." Clink didn't finish the sentence at first...

"Oh that would so much fun!" they chimed. They fidgeted with a key, seeming both relieved and concerned. "Perhaps we could invite some other trainers too." they said, casually as ever. "Maybe I should wait... I don't know who to trust," they said softly. "I trust the mythical pokemon. I think I...

Clink chuckled, genuinely, as Mightyena told her tale. "Nate sounds very kind. Xavian is very nice too, he would spend hours in the library reading to me, even stories he wasn't very interested in." In between Mightyena's story, Clink slipped in a few words, whispered quietly. 'I woke up in...

"Don't worry, I am sure I can ask someone to show you to the infirmary. But it seems a shame to continue to discuss such grim topics..." Clink seemed to falter midair, landing on Mightyena's back for a moment. "I'm sorry, I am still weak from the poison." Their voice seemed unusually loud, not...

"Oh my, your poor hand," Clink fretted. "Yes, I can take you there. But we should be careful. Wouldn't want us to get attacked again, you know?" they said. "In case someone is still after us." They shifted their gaze back down below, where Xavian and Orzo were, and seemed to be casually...

"Must have been. It's like I told Xavian, I don't remember very well." Clink looked down sadly... or in a way that feigned sadness and regret. They appeared more worried than anything. Then they looked up at Mightyena, and then Nate, studying them carefully. "But at least you two are safe! Maybe...

"Oh thats a relief, I just so glad they saved you..." Clink trailed off, looking oddly uncertain, or perhaps uncomfortable. "I am doing much better, Shaymin's flower did wonders. Xavian told me what Steven did, and I'm very grateful." They gave nod of acknowledgement to both Nate and Mightyena...

Clink turned as Mightyena approached, eyes widening. They jingled their keys, making a soft chiming noise in greeting. "Oh hello!" they said in pokespeech, in an oddly stiff yet cheerful tone. "How are you? I heard what happened to you two..." their voice dropped and they glanced around...

The morning dawns with a gloomy atmosphere once again, though for some of the island's more intrepid guests there’s a sense of purpose. Plans are being made... This time, Xavian enters the room stiffly, looking troubled, his gaze distant. Amara stands nearby, alongside a young boy and a...

The roll call that morning was grim. Xavian reproted that his pokemon were still struggling against the poison, but healing, barely. Slowly. But far more distressing, perhaps, was another stolen trainer. A young researcher by the name of Hayes, and his golden Nosepass. And a girl named Windi...

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...

A somber meeting is held that morning in the main hall. Xavian holds a roll call, for which at least, all trainers are accounted for. Xavian’s only reassurance is that they should hopefully be able to go home soon. For now... Officer Jenny and Victor are ever present, but still have no updates...

Slowly, all the trainers were gathered together once more in the main hall. Gone was the cheery, chaotic energy of the banquet. Most trainers appeared scared, somber or angry. Hushed whispers rippled through the grounds, and some of the trainers made a point of avoiding everyone else, as if they...

A crisp, light sound like that of a windchime echoed through the hall. A bright spotlight came on, shining on the upper balcony and revealing a man who was unquestionably their host, Xavian Montorzi. He wore a flashy gray and blue suit jacket and a top hat, of all things. He flashed a grin so...

Amara nodded politely at him, and offered a genuinely pleasant smile. "Please seat yourself Mr. Seb. You're welcome to mingle with the other trainers or help yourself to the food. Mr Montorzi will be along shortly, but enjoy yourself in the meantime."

The main hall is a splendid, classically styled building that stands two stories tall and appears to have been built in a semi circle. Marble steps lead up to beautifuly carved double oak doors. Through the doors leads to a large reception area of sorts. Twin staircases on either side of the...