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Odette also wasn’t entirely on board with the thought of this weak Hoopa spending so much energy to help. It already looked like it had it’s consciousness hanging by a thread, so fighting off an angry mythic hardly seemed like a good idea. But…the point was taken. She could agree that they...

Her expression morphed into something of a lazy glare. "Bringing my fear of hospitals up at a time like this is a low blow," she said. "Sure they haven't let us down, but the bottom line is that it's a public place. Better safe than sorry. If you're that concerned and convinced the nurses can...

Odette returned Wes's frown with her own. Yeah, yeah, sugarcoating the situation definitely wouldn't normally be her route, but considering they were trying to play stealth, having a freaked out Pokemon was hardly ideal. Best to vague through it then give the lo down when they were far away from...

Needless to say, Odette was dumbfounded. "I don't understand," she said. "But Xavian...and Clink...they're calling the other Hoopa Orzo..." As Hoopa explained themselves a little more, her brain continued to work. The Golden King's name was Orozoquiselin. Orzo, so to speak. So did that mean...

Odette gasped in alarm, dead set on reaching for her Lancet to summon Odile’s full form. However, all panic quickly subsided when she saw that the Hoopa before her looked…really sick. Having been used to shit talking in her head, she wasn’t fazed by the weak words that echoed through her head...

Odette blinked rapidly at the sight of the bottle. “Holy shit,” she gasped. “Didn’t somebody mention that Hoopa can transform with the help of a bottle? Or am I vaguely remembering something from my mom’s textbooks…” She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the artifact, puckering her lips in...

As Odile left with Neo, Novo arrived with none other than Mitch's small key. She offered a subtle grin at the Umbreon, before kneeling down to pick it up. "Good shit," she complimented. She did want to pat him on the head, but decided against it for consent's sake. Instead, she nodded in thanks...

Wes's voice reached her as she had been glaring at the chips of pink paint in the floor. She pushed herself up and tiptoed over to Wes to see what he was pushing on. "Of course, the weird storage space in the suspect's room. I'm shocked," she said. Though how the fuck were they supposed to get...

Hm. Why the fuck would anybody have a chair in a box like this? Fucking weird. Though, there was an all too obvious trap door right where the square of "no dust" was. She didn't have any means to get it open, but there was an Espeon here that could probably levitate it open. But, before she...

"Be careful, then." Enora's ears perked at the sound of Novo padding up to her. His shy demeanor was quite sweet, though she was admittedly quite mentally occupied at the moment. "That's quite sweet of you, but I think it would be best if I stuck close to my partners for a--" Ahem. Enora...

Odette was about to comment that Odile could possibly finesse the lock, but Wes was on it. The way Nate sent that look to Wes wasn't lost on her. And the two of them were pretty buddy-buddy it seemed. "Huh. I take it this isn't the first time you've done this during your stay," she said...

"̸O̶o̵o̶o̵o̷o̸ ̴s̴h̵i̷n̷y̸ ̸s̸h̶i̵n̴y̶!̷"̷ she gasped as she watched the display of healing. Flowers sucking up poison? What a crazy concept. But, now the key ring 'mon was looking a lot better! "̸T̸h̸a̷t̶ ̵w̶a̴s̷ ̵s̸i̷c̵k̷.̷ ̸O̷h̴,̶ ̷w̷a̸i̴t̸,̷ ̷t̴o̶o̸ ̶s̵o̵o̴n̷.̵ ̷T̴h̵a̸t̶ ̶w̵a̸s̸...

Odile had walked with a small skip in her step, as per usual, carefully holding the cactus in her clawed hands as they made their way down the corridor. She carefully looked around, taking note of her surroundings and relaying it back to Odette wordlessly. S̵o̸ ̶y̶e̷a̴h̴,̸ ̴l̸o̷o̸k̵s̸...