Sigmin nodded. "That would mean..." he didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was clear. He tensed, and shared an uneasy look with Nox. "But then what about Clink... Unless..." he drummed his fingers on his thigh. "If what you're suggesting is true, then what if Clink was poisoned to keep them quiet?"
Wes grimaced. “That’s…definitely possible.” He’d thought that Clink was
friends with the Hoopa, but maybe not…
“But even so, why wouldn’t he jump at the extra help? I guess everyone’s different, but I’d take all the help I could get if my ‘mon were poisoned that badly.”
“He’s probably worried. People disappearing left and right, and now his Pokémon are sick? I wouldn’t want just any stranger to get close, either. And it’s hard to know who to trust on this island…” he trailed off, lost in thought. “So the question is, how do we gain his trust so he’ll let us talk to them?”
Or maybe we can just break in somehow. Wes decided to keep that thought to himself, though. For the time being. Dammit, if Mitch were still around, maybe they’d be able to work together to find a way in…
“I mean…Clink has access to other dimensions, don’t they? Would it be particularly shocking if they found the missing trainers somehow and were, well, drugged into silence?”
Wes frowned again. “Wait…didn’t that Pokémon down at the beach—Manaphy, or whatever—say that they couldn’t detect any of the missing trainers on the island? Which means they probably
are in some…weird dimension of some sort…”
Gods, he hated saying such a ridiculous theory out loud, but at this point, there was no use in pretending anything about this place was sane. Hell, even Orre made more sense than this place, and that was…well. That was sure saying something.
Nox chittered in confusion. "Do you not have gyms? Gyms are places where those who wish to be strongest go to train! Young trainers come to the gym and we battle them. If they can beat us, they can fight the gym leader an earn a badge to prove that they won."
Neo’s eyes grew wide, practically sparkling in awe. Cool. Cool! This Nox was so
cool! He shifted his weight from one paw to the other, unable to sit still.
“We do not have gyms! But we have Col…Col…Columns! When we go there, we get to battle lots! We are not able to go too much, though, because Wes says we cannot draw too much attention.” He wilted a little.
“And sometimes the other trainers are mean and scary and will tell their Pokémon to hurt you. The kind of hurt that doesn’t go away for a long time.”
His eyes crinkled in delight at Neo's next question. "Pancakes. And sushi. But not together," he added. "Sigmin and I like to poison our opponents or burn them, then whittle down their strength until they can no longer move, then strike!" he snickered. "What about you?"
He brightened at the mention of pancakes. “
I like those too! I do not know what this ‘sushi’ is. I will have to find it someday.”
"Pardon the mental intrusion, Novo. You should know that Wallace was attacked at the cove, along with Manaphy. Both are alive, but injured. Wallace and his milotic are resting in the infirmary. You may tell the others. Please... be careful. Victor is staying at the infirmary to guard the mightyena trainer and Wallace."
“Bri!”
Wes was halfway through formulating another thought to share when Novo’s bark rattled loudly in the little cavern, making all of them jump. Wes stiffened upon seeing the Umbreon leap from his hiding place and run up to him, rings flaring in alarm, chattering frantically.
He quickly crouched to Novo’s level. “Woah, woah, slow down, what’s—?”
“Spiiii?” Neo trotted over to his brother, ears angled back. Wes heard Sigmin and Odette sputter at the interruption, but he ignored them, focused on the exchange Neo and Novo were having. Then, after a moment, Neo looked at Wes and sent him a series of psychic signals.
“You—
what?”
Novo keened and pressed into Wes’ coat. There was no denying it. He was
afraid.
Wes turned slowly to face the others, who were all watching him with varying degrees of confusion and alarm. He tried and failed to keep his voice level. “Novo says he just got a message—long story—that someone else has been attacked. A blue-haired guy with a Milotic. Don’t know his name, but I’ve seen him around, I think he was on the boat with us.” Granted, it was hard to forget anyone who wore a latex…
something or other with a beret. And a
cape. But that didn’t matter right now.
“They’re in the infirmary…with another trainer and a Mightyena?” He looked to Odette with a frown. He couldn’t help but think it sounded like Mitch, but…no. There was no way.