Mireille almost found herself disappointed. Her time was running out, yet even as she roamed the attic, she initially could not find any Pokemon at all. That felt somewhat anticlimactic. After all, she still had one ball. It felt like she should have at least one more encounter before the end of the safari. Granted, she already had what she wanted out of this. Yet, this was her indulging herself. She figured that wanting just a little more wasn’t all that bad in such a regard. Even though she felt a little guilty about it.

Still, when one of her Honedges just happened to bump into something hanging from the ceiling and that turned out a sleeping Noibat, she did feel a bit elated. Only to move straight back into feeling a little guilty as the groggy and confused little one was easily tackled to the ground by the Honedge. She just hoped that it would be able to overlook that, as she threw her last ball at it. Maybe they could become friends after all. It was cute, that was all that mattered. Not that she would ever say such a thing out loud.

They might have missed the Drowsee, but that only made her Honedges more vigilant afterwards. The moment they noticed a spider coming along, both of them once more sprung into action, utilizing their Aerial Aces once more. The engagement was short and vicious. Maybe a bit too vicious. Mirri felt a bit bad when that small Dewpider squealed out in pain, breaking down. She threw the ball more out of pity than desire for this Pokemon. But seeing something in pain like this, it just made her want to help. Especially when she could have potentially prevented it by keeping tighter control on her Pokemon. It just made sense, really.

Once inside, they were greeted by a Drowsee. It was just walking by, apparently, and once eyes met, a brief scuffle immediately began. It released a sort of gas which immediately saw Mirri duck back out of the door and look for cover, just to make sure in case it was actually poisonous. Her Honedges, too dodged the emerging cloud – but they darted to the side, circling around it and attacking the Psychic time in a criss-cross fashion. They were successful in hurting it, but the wild Pokemon proceeded to run away before they could finish it off – and before it was safe enough for Mirri to go in again herself.

She would never see this Drowsee again.

An Impidimp. The kind of pest that she’d had to deal with enough back home. They always caused trouble for people living near woods like these. Her Honedges had learned to take care of them quickly – though this time, she had to call them back, after the first two slashed at it and the little imp fled.



“Remember, we are not here to get rid of them. Just let it be.” After all, the wardens would probably get mad if they just started exterminating whole species just because some of those outside the zone were known to be trouble-makers. So, instead, they just let it escape and moved on.

That was one ball down, but a Litwick was good. Mireille briefly held onto the ball, as if feeling some warmth emanating from it, before storing it. No time to dilly-dally in a spooky forest, even during the day. There could be all sorts of things, after all.

One of her Honedges found something soon after, but this time, it did not engage. Instead, it just halted, observing the other Pokemon with a somewhat standoffish posture in the both of them. However, neither engaged. And neither did Mireille. “Leave it be. I don’t think that one would be happy with us at all,” she instructed her Honedge before moving on. Cubones were….too sad for her tastes to begin with. On one hand, she would want to give it a better life or such. But on the other, she already had trouble working with normal, adjusted humans. A Cubone would be way too much.

Naturally, her Honedges noticed the intruder first, once they arrived at the mansion proper. Well, that was not completely true. In fact, she had noticed the Pokemon herself. Only Mirri had not quite figured it to be a Pokemon at all, just a big candle that the organizers had put up as some kind of ornament or the like.

But no, it suddenly moved – and two of her Honedges sprung into action immediately, landing Aerial Aces that swiftly proceeded to fling the Litwick up from the impact once, then twice. The little thing already looked dazed in midair and Mireille sent a ball out at it, intending to catch it. This was a nice ghost type that probably would be useful out in the field as well.

The time had come. And, fortunately, she had come here alone. Well, aside from her Honeedge guard flying about and scouting ahead, of course. But that was par for the course, really. They went into woods in this formation in general, most of the time. Especially when it was likely that they would come across Pokemon on their way. It just was safer that way and her own duo of ‘Mons quite enjoyed being useful. They were just as dutiful as their trainer after all.

Though, admittedly, this was more of an indulgence, really. She did not have to buy a ticket or take a stroll like this. Most of her Pokemon she had earned from their family’s breeds or caught randomly on routes, after all. However, she was still missing one, one that she quite liked and had heard was relatively common in this zone. And this being an acceptable middle-ground in acquiring Pokemon, she’d decided to try it at least.
Worst case, she returned empty-handed and wasted some Pokedollars. That was sad, but not too terrible. But no one but her would ever know. After all, she’d been able to go alone.

“I have seen some of it, yes,” she replied, though honestly she did not know too much about any of this. Mirri was not someone who watched a lot of news in general, so the most she’d gotten were small bits of information and others talking about incidents. That just kind of happened when one was currently on the move and did not look at her phone much. In fact, she tended to rarely use it at all, in order to preserve battery for when she needed it. Then again, it was probably a bit of a waste.

Though she could certainly believe that her brother had been involved. “That sounds….reasonable. You always had a knack for finding yourself in the heat of things. That is why I was asked to check up on you. I am fairly certain our parents just kind of assumed you were involved to begin with.” And she, too. Whenever she heard of some calamity happening in Hoenn she’d gotten a bit worried to begin with. “Though I am a bit confused…weren’t those people in the end? Why would any of them….bite you like that?”

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“L-L-“ she started, but did not quite manage to finish, immediately turning her head away to hide the fervent blush that quickly burnt its image on her face. Mireille certainly had…..ways to talk about love and romance. It was one of the favourite topics in her novels. And, frankly, she accidentally or deliberately hit on girls somewhat often. But she could never….just couldn’t simply talk about these sorts of things with that kind of…immediacy. It just was too brazen! Audacious! Love had to be danced around, had to be considered carefully. One could not just ask someone out of the blue like this!

Hence, she would need to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down. It basically was a bit of a struggle until the embarrassment she felt was dwarfed about the embarrassment to react like this to something so basic and simple.
Only then could she harrumph and try to play this as if nothing had happened. “I came here looking for my brother. He always gets himself into trouble and never calls back. I found him already, so I just kind of…stuck around, trying to do…knighty things?” With nothing to draw upon in her current state and express this, Mirri was clearly stumbling her way through this conversation. Not helped by her apparent need to answer all the questions, even though she probably did not have to and kind of did not want to. Yet, it had come with a question mark, so she felt like she owed it. “And no, I don’t have…I mean I never actually had…you know….a lover or anything like that. I would like to but it’s just…..ahhhh.” Unable to fully bring that to fruition, she briefly hid her face in her hands, too embarrassed to do so.

She just nodded at the ‘nah’. If the other wasn’t that sleepy, then she wasn’t that sleepy, simple as that. Obviously, she was never going to force someone to do something they did not want. Nor would she even try to persuade them. It just wasn’t her style. Instead, she mostly believed that others knew best about themselves.

Thus, the knight simply reclined herself, relaxing a bit. After all, her Pokemon would quite easily keep watch if anything was going to attack them again or anything like that. The night’s air was refreshing enough against her arms that she was in no danger of falling asleep anytime soon.
However, her thoughts did drift away momentarily – only to be snapped right back when the other approached her once more. That served a dual purpose in also making her all the more conscious of the princess on the ground next to her, whose eyes and apparently interest were all on her now.

Which was all the more problematic since she was absolutely certain that whatever she had to say would simply bore the Genesis. “I-I am from Galar, actually. I don’t really have a home town or anything, my family lives in an old castle of sorts. We are knights, really, so I have been travelling around as one myself. W-what about you?”

The Tailwind certainly blew away the smog. However, only to an extent did that mean that it would be gone for good. For the most part though, the winds merely pushed the gasses to the side. Which just so happened to blow more of it into Mireille’s face, who was coming along more to the side, having done her best to avoid the broken up street. Now though, she was hit by that, coughing harder and having to briefly stop herself.

Putting a hand in front of her mouth, she tried to regain control as she called forth her Corviknight, it too participating in the art of blowing away the smog, albeit more slowly and upwards, where no one would be hurt. That was how they tended to operate.
John though? He was getting increasingly worried, now that another part of his escape plan had failed. However, he was not completely out of options yet. It just meant that he had to become a tad bit more…extreme. “Wheezing, get to those people over there and self-destruct if she doesn’t stop!” The intent was clear there, as he was limping on. He would at least buy some time doing this and that way, hopefully get away. Clearly he hoped that it would not have to come to that threat actually materializing, to his credit, but that was about the only concession he was willing to make.

“In my experience, Pokemon rarely set traps. And if so, it is usually the breeds that form packs to hunt.” After all, that kind of cooperation was rare across breeds. Especially with Pokemon like Medicham, which were not exactly hunters or even strictly speaking carnivores. They had no use to lure in anyone – especially since they preferred to have straight fights.

Still though, it would be foolish to completely underestimate them. “I will bring up the rear and my Honedges will make sure we are not ambushed, nonetheless. Is your Bagon suited for potential danger?”