"It's Steven." Steven said, trying with great effort to control himself.
"I don't really know." Sycamore said faintly.

Mio looked up. "Sure, whateves." she said, shrugging.

"Oh come on, you're the only one who hates nicknames" Platinia pouted. "Though I guess I can understand, that's what we created Lola for, a daughter and an experiment, she was created for the purpose of an experiment, but I decided I want to keep her, we almost had a success once, with a different Pokmon, but we... well, it went wrong, they told me she died later in her development, her name was supposedly to be Gaia, I had a bedroom for her and everything." Platinum said sadly "well, anyways, I planned to hang out with my old friends today, Dawn, Barry, and Lucas, so I'll-" she was cut off by a phone ringing.

"Hello?" She answered. Her face turned to surprise, then a rare anger very quickly. "What do you mean she-" ... "you told me she-" "fine! But you have some explaining to do after this!" She shouted, hanging up her phone. "I have importantly business to take care of, I'll be seeing you guys around" she said in an expressionless tone, walking away.




"Here you go, lunch is going to be coming soon" the scientist said, slipping the tennis ball through the bars. "The walls are stone, you can't escape using this" he told her as he walked away.

"Of course I can't, Slowpoke Brain." Mio growled, she threw the tennis ball against the wall multiple times, before losing interest. "This is stupid." she murmured quietly.
"I guess there must be something I can do..."

A girl with green and pink hair covering her eyes walked past, stopping to look at her. "What did fox do?" She asked, turning to the cage, her eyes still hidden by her hair.

Ashley let out a sigh, messing with Dusty's pokeball.

Dusty looked at Bibi. "Hm. Well, no matter who's fault it was, we should stop playing the blame game and prepare, All of us."

"What do you mean?" Mio asked.

Bibi nodded. [so dusty, want to-] sandstorm was about to say something, but was interrupted by Konnyr's team all turning to see him walk out of the building, a large scratch on his cheek from training with his honchkrow. He didn't seem to care about the wound, despite a small punt of blood and swelling. [so, anyways dusty, how about a battle?] Sandstorm asked, being the first to come out of the state of shock the others were in.

"Illusion" she said, her voice was hard to hear due to the fact she spoke so softly and quietly. "Bad fox locked up" she said, pointing to the lock.

Dusty examined Sandstorm for a bit. "You're what level?"