And this is coming from someone who hates hospitals, all right? Xavian and the officers and everyone else here may be an idiot, but the nurses haven’t let us down once.”
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 help, we can call them to my room."
“I’m sorry, but that’s idiotic. And reckless.
At that, her eyes began to blaze. She stared up at Wes from under her browbone as her jaw clenched.
What if you get ambushed? You’ve only got one exit and entrance out of that room. And in case you haven’t heard, just one legendary apparently isn’t enough to deal with this thing—with Orzo, whatever the hell he is. He took out Wallace and his ace and Manaphy in thirty seconds flat.”
"That's where you're wrong," she said slowly, trying not to lose her cool. "I'm on the third floor. I have a balcony. And a Pokemon who flies. We're good on the multiple exit thing."
She then rolled her eyes. "Sure, but that was just one champ and one mythic. I'm sure one champ," she pointed to herself, "one cautious and
handy trainer," she pointed to him (unsure of why she was complimenting him because she was mad), "the trainer who already dealt with this fucker once," she nodded her head out the door toward where Mitch was, "a legendary, a trio of magical Eons, and a dark type who's gone up against this fucker once could decently handle themselves for
at least sixty seconds flat."
She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "I'm reckless, but I'm not fucking stupid."
“All right, let’s make a deal. We take Hoopa to your room, but you let me and maybe a few others guard them with you. The more people we have there, the better our odds will be if Orzo comes busting down your door.”
She scoffed and managed something of a smile. "A sleepover? Now we're getting down to the friendship thing. Fucking finally," she quipped sarcastically. Nonetheless, she held her hands out to her sides. "But fine. I'm sure we could get Kimiko, Steven, Olivia, and Aggron to help on first shift."
He glanced over at Odile, who was holding several paint brushes, and then at the bottle. “We’ve also got enough evidence to incriminate that bastard, so we ought to confront him.
As she was regarded, Odile held up the brushes.
"̴F̴o̸u̸n̶d̷ ̷t̴h̷e̷ ̵d̸y̷e̷ ̸h̶e̵ ̴u̴s̴e̶s̵.̵ ̴W̷e̷ ̵g̷o̶t̵ ̴h̶i̷m̸ ̵g̸o̶o̵d̸.̶ E̷n̷o̶r̵a̷ ̸s̷a̵i̵d̴ ̷s̵h̴e̷, N̷e̶o̶,̸ ̷a̷n̴d̶ ̷N̷o̸v̴o̵ ̴f̶o̵u̸n̴d̶ ̵c̵h̶i̵p̴s̷ ̷o̵f̴ ̶p̶a̴i̵n̸t̶ ̵a̶r̴o̷u̵n̴d̸ ̴t̶h̸e̶ ̸l̵i̴v̶i̵n̷g̶ ̵r̸o̸o̵m̶ ̷t̷o̸o̴,̴"̸ she explained, nodding toward the shiny Sylveon, whow as helping Neo and Novo comfort Hoopa.
Odette momentarily stared at the brushes in Odile's hands. "We can't take any stuff with us," she said after a beat. "Everything needs to go back to exactly where we found it. If Orzo goes looking for anything and finds it's gone or misplaced, I'd be willing to bet money he'll go on a damn hunt."
"̷I̸ ̴d̶o̵n̸'̶t̶ ̷t̵h̴i̷n̸k̴ ̴y̸o̷u̵'̴r̴e̸ ̴i̷n̷ ̶a̶n̷y̸ ̷p̸o̸s̶i̵t̴i̴o̸n̷ ̷t̴o̵ ̴b̸e̴ ̵m̷a̵k̶i̷n̷g̷ ̶b̵e̶t̴s̴ ̷a̶f̶t̷e̴r̴ ̵s̸p̶e̴n̵d̷i̵n̴g̶ ̶f̷i̵v̴e̷ ̵g̶r̴a̷n̷d̴ ̸i̸n̶ ̶S̴a̵p̵ ̵S̴i̴p̶p̴e̴r̷.̴"̸
"
You spend five grand in Sap Sipper," she hissed.
Woops. Her anger flared. With a deep sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and bowed her head. At least...Odile seemed to be feeling better enough to be making jokes. That was a good sign, so she should be happy.
But…I’m not sure how. Whatever we do, we probably want as many people present as possible for it. Strength in numbers and all.”
"Well, speaking from personal experience, confronting the big nasty malicious entity head on with words usually doesn't end well. I'd be first to suggest we catch him off guard so at least he's frazzled enough to not immediately strike back."
"̴S̴o̶ ̵I̶ ̴s̸u̷g̷g̷e̶s̶t̸ ̶b̴e̵a̵t̸i̷n̴g̸ ̸h̸i̵m̴ ̵o̶v̵e̴r̸ ̷t̸h̵e̷ ̸h̵e̴a̷d̸ ̷w̸i̶t̷h̸ ̴a̵ ̶b̶a̷t̴,̷"̵ she said, holding up a finger, ̵
"̴d̵r̷u̶g̷g̸i̵n̴g̷ ̸h̶i̴m̶ ̷w̴i̸t̶h̸ ̵l̸i̵k̵e̶.̶.̴.̴a̴c̵o̵n̷i̴t̴u̴m̶,̷"̶, another finger,
̷"̷o̷r̸ ̶t̷y̴i̴n̸g̴ ̵h̸i̸m̸ ̵t̸o̵ ̷a̸ ̴p̸o̴l̴e̶ ̸w̷i̷t̴h̶ ̸b̶a̵r̵b̵e̶d̵ ̷w̷i̵r̸e̶.̵ ̶I̶n̷ ̸t̷r̶u̸e̴ ̷p̵i̴r̵a̵t̷e̷ ̴f̶a̵s̵h̶i̸o̷n̴.̵"̸
"Yeah, thanks freak."
Exhaling sharply, she pulled her phone out again. "But that's thinking too far ahead. RIght now, we need pictures of everything we've found, to put everything back exactly how we found it, make any last sweeps, then we need to figure out how we're getting Hoopa to my room."
She could put them in her backpack. But, it was already so full of her things that she'd need to fully empty it to be able to fit him. Maybe she could have Odile phase her way back to the room through the electricity wires or something with them, but that might put too much stress on them being that they were so weak...
She eyed Wes up and down, her brow raising at the sight of the trench coat. "If somehow teleporting Hoopa back to my room doesn't work...do you think you could fit him in your coat somehow?”
