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Ship stood, because he wasn't about to let this go unresolved either. Though Sub was a little awkward, he still owed it to him to help in (almost) any way. "I'm sorry, Sub," he said. "I could make more tea? And maybe we could talk? Oh, and for you too, Sol. If you like."

Nova began to growl again, rather than continue the reckless pursuit. The growl rose in pitch, resulting in another Bug Buzz. The noise was directed at the Torchic, Nova's rage at the little chicken not frying and making a delicious meal evident. Leslie watched the whole fight intently, interested in the fight.

"I prefer the term eccentric, but I suppose weird works just fine. As for myself, I've been around, but you of all people should know my notoriety." At least he was aware of his tendency for one not to find him so much as him finding them. "Amaranth's been fine too, apart from a few days ago. I'd rather not get into detail, but the gist of it was her wondering if clones had anything even close to a birthdate."

Finally, he looked towards Ship. "I'm fine with what I have, but thanks."

RC was sitting in the common area of HQ. He had just finish lighting his Kiseru and lets out a puff of smoke. Things just seemed to be getting crazier than usual. He was also hoping that Mt. Moon was an isolated case with Meteorites, because if it wasn't? Then this situation was set to get far worse.

"Somehow, I doubt it's that kind of an obsession." Sol spoke up. "He does, however, have a fondness towards Dark-type Pokemon, so that's likely one of the factors."


Amaranth eventually found her way into the room herself, but her attention on the others broke quickly when something more unusual was noticed in the air. Namely, the smoke. It wasn't all too offensive to her, but at the same time, it didn't seem right. Not that she was used to smelling smoke in the first place; one would be surprised how little smoke comes up. She kept quiet, looking for the source until she found RC and his Kiseru. Even then, she didn't say a word, as if discerning if that was indeed the cause.

At that point, the kitchen would bet temporarily brightened by the light of a Teleport-ation. Appearing in place of the brief light is a brunette girl wearing a pink outfit.

"Thank you, Mr. GRAY!" the girl says with a smile before putting her SNAG in her purse.

Regardless of whether or not GRAY responds, the girl immediately notices the large group of people in the area. "Hello, everyone!" she says happily.

~*~

Tepig was on its last legs, and Torchic didn't have much energy left either, by the looks of it. It looked to be time for Sneasel's ultimate attack.

"Now! Blizzard!"

The area surrounding the two fire-types would suddenly be consumed by the attack. Now would be a good time for Nova to acquire some distance from his fellow Fire-types. Three feet should suffice. 3nodding

"Oh bollocks. Novas, Tackle to yer left." Reno ordered, seeing the Blizzard raging towards it. Rather than avoid with the Tackle, Nova began to pour out massive amounts of fire, while backing away from the Torchic. Getting a fair distance away, Nova unleashed his full flaming fury, as the flames engulfed her being. A white glow began to slowly emit from the flames, possibly telling of the flames strength. Reaching its pinnacle, the flames flew into Nova's body as she began to change form. Her body grew larger as the flames burst from her body, forming three sets of wings on here body.

Her horns gathered together to become to two, surrounding her now much larger face. The wings gave a swift movement, dispelling the energy. Sitting, or rather floating, where a simple worm-like Pokemon had been now was a gigantic moth-like creature, expelling a great heat from it. Apparently, all of its rage, the ice and cold made Nova want to become warmer. So now the Larvesta had become a Volcarona. May Arceus have mercy on the souls of those who cross this pissed off bug.