"..."

she couldn't move, her body focused instead on the simple act of breathing. her limbs felt heavy as a result of 'gravity', the droplets of water that relentlessly fell upon her, and her very own muscles refusing to cooperate. 

'i have to move,' she thought. 

her eyes were partly lidded, the woman having slid into a position where she lay messily sprawled upon her belly and the thoroughly soaked ground underneath. 

'if i don't get moving i'll die.' 

her fingers twitched, her mind making attempt after attempt to manipulate her body and force it to react to its commands. 

'gods, what do i do?' 

she barely noticed her vileplume as the grass-type situated herself between both cait and Malcolm Stone . a warm glow originated from the stout female at that moment, a crooning noise escaping the vileplume as she released an energy meant to rid their bodies of the toxin which prevented them from moving properly. 

"vile - vileplume!" 

cait pushed herself onto her knees with a gasp as she was given back the control she had once lost, a wild look in her eye as she immediately turned toward her superior officer. 

'he's still alright. he's still here.' 

she struggled to stand, and would wobble unsteadily upon her feet as she did. 

"thank you, vileplume. you're a lifesaver." 

her bellossom remained aware of her surroundings, standing ready to intervene if someone or something targeted the pair of humans and the pokemon making a rushed attempt at healing them. unfortunately, she would fail to notice the approaching dragalge. 

"bell!" 

deciding to aid her steel-type counterpart, the grass-type sent a wave of spores toward the bulky kangaskhan with a shout. 

[ vileplume uses 'aromatherapy' on both cait and Malcolm Stone , treating them of their paralysis ]

[ cait is still in a somewhat weakened state ] 

[ bellossom, vileplume and cait fail to notice @iris 's dragalge 

[ bellossom uses 'stun spore' on kangaskhan ] 

"Excuse me, what?"

He wasn't sure if the guy had something on his sleeve and was simply bluffing his way from an unfavorable situation or if he genuinely gave up. While confused, Kyle did still approach the Rocket. He didn't trust the smile, but he did make himself appear as harmless as possible. "I hope you're serious about this," he'd mumble under his breath, audible enough for @alt to hear.

"We're kinda in a crisis. You'll get your Miranda Rights read for you later." He'd start copping his back, trying to feel whatever he brought with his person at that moment, before producing a leather collar meant for one of his Poochyena from his back pocket. "Oh hey, no handcuffs. Lucky you." Kyle attempted to restrain him, wrapping the said dog collar around the wrists of opposing trainer behind his back, and instructed one of his Pokemon as he did so.

"You're gonna watch him for me, Foxtrot. And Echo?" The call of his name brought the Poochyena to jolt up, ears swiveling to his direction as his tail wagged faintly despite the injuries he currently has. "We're going back to the fray later."

tl;dr:

• Attempts to restrain @alt 's hands with a dog collar
• Poochy F gets to be @alt 's personal guard

"..."

the looming presence of @aya had managed to momentarily silence the young cadet, whom could only stare back blankly, her mouth opening and closing dumbly. 

"vile-vileplume." 

her gaze snapped to her grass-type as the stout creature released a miserable little moan as 'disable' was effectively applied by the menacing cofagrigus. 

'the problems just keep stacking up,' the woman thought, despairingly. 

they were still outnumbered, and terribly so. enemies appeared to be closing in on every side, both merciless and eager to whisk her superior away. she shuddered at the mere idea of what would follow if they succeeded  and he was captured - how the man would be treated - how his family would react to his detainment because she had failed at making sure he was safe. 

'stay positive - stay optimistic - try your best.' 

the woman winced as Malcolm Stone grasped her arm, his grip going a notch above firm. he was forced to drag her along for a short while, the cadet's pokemon hurrying to follow along as they too made an attempt at fleeing. thankfully, the woman's legs would eventually cooperate, her body now completely free of the lingering effects of 'stun spore'. 

'i'm okay. i'll be okay.' 

"c-cadet alfric, sir." 

cait managed a smile as she hurried to keep up with his pace. she only partly regretted revealing her rank so soon  - especially since the label of 'cadet' meant that she was little more than a fresh faced recruit; and would be hard pressed to effectively defend him against those whom wanted nothing more than to kill them. 

'i'll make it out of here.' 

she inwardly pepped herself up so that she could maintain a semblance of a grin; keeping her superior's morale up was important, after all. 

"we'll get you out of here, sir," she continued. "i - i'll - my pokemon and i will try our best to make sure you stay out of their hands." 

[ vileplume's aromatherapy has been disabled ] 

[ cait flees with Malcolm Stone . her pokemon flee as well. ] 

[ cait attempts to reassure her superior that she'll try her best at making sure he stays safe. she has also informed him of her rank and surname. ] 

"You know what? Maybe I'll take these as well."

Kyle began to frisk @alt 's pockets where he saw him place his own Pokeballs after he recalled his Pokemon into them. Although they were effectively neutralized for now, they still were weapons of mass destruction in the right hands, which he wouldn't put past the Rocket that willingly gave up.

"Echo, we're tracking cait alfric down."

He suddenly was worried about her. He knew she had a much more dependable party with her, but after they were overwhelmed with numbers earlier, and @light moving to go on his own, he'd rather not put it up to chance whether his acquaintance would survive this encounter. Backup, regardless of whether how unreliable it was, was still backup.

"If you want your Pokemon back, you're going to have to come with me."

tl;dr:

• Steals @alt 's Pokeballs
• Poochy E starts to track cait alfric 's location

"..."

she sucked in a breath, her eyes widening after she violently jerked forward the moment the 'air slash' had met the flesh of her back. 

"i'm okay." 

the back of her shirt was torn now, several open wounds exposed to the air as they began to weep their crimson in thick lines that saturated her attire. she appeared to be frozen in place, the girl attempting to both mentally and physically anchor herself after being dealt the blow. 

"i'm okay." 

cait fell to her knees with a pained grunt, trembling violently as she did so. bellossom would almost immediately proceed to wail while vileplume maintained a stunned silence. it wasn't long before the former rushed forth, clinging onto her mistress's side with a pair of shiny, wet eyes as she released small noises of distress. the young woman didn't move, frozen and struggling not to allow panic to take hold.  

'this is bad. oh, gods, this is bad. it hurts so much.' 

[ cait has been hit by ESSER BLACKWELL 'air slash'. she's been rendered temporarily immobile. ]