[color=orchid][center][h1]Sophia Danvers[/h1]
[h3]Mesalon Pokecentre[/h3][/center][/color]
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Sophia could relate to to Oscar's frustration. Her arms tensed slightly around Lacey, who looked from her to Oscar with a worried squeal.

[color=orchid]"Lacey, we're going to figure out as much as we can,"[/color] Sophia reassurred her, though her words sounded helpless. All she had to offer was the story of the Plasma leader, the manipulated boy and the dragon, nothing more. She couldn't imagine how awful it would be for someone to find out they were being used as a device to get at a rare Pokemon, for the purpose of furthering somebody's malevolent goals... There were some truly disgusting people in the world, and she wished she could do more to help Oscar investigate those kinds of groups.

She looked at him again. [color=orchid]"Just about any ideas could be helpful, crazy or not."[/color]

Something suddenly occurred to her. [color=orchid]"Oscar! Yesterday, back there... Did you see a small pink Pokemon in the sky?"[/color] she asked. [color=orchid]"If it was what I think it was, it's supposed to be extremely rare and powerful. And that maniac with the Aerodactyl went after it."[/color]

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[b]Pokemon Party:[/b] Gothita "Lacey" lv10, Purrloin "Grimalkin" lv9, Staryu "Arcturus" lv8
[b]Pokemon in PC:[/b]
[b]Inventory:[/b] Pokeball x3, TM33 (Reflect)[/hider]
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[color=orangered][center][h1]Solanna Delacloude[/h1]
[h3]Mesalon Pokecentre[/h3][/center][/color]
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[color=orangered]"Really, what Sophia said,"[/color] Solanna replied. [color=orangered]"We need all the ideas we can get."[/color]

They really did... And it could be that all she had to do to access the information was tell the truth, then ask Sophia for help. It was time to stop hiding, stop being so selfish, so cowardly. Because of Team Noble, other people out there were just as confused and traumatised as she was. If her first theory was correct, then trainers could be getting their Pokemon stolen. Even if they weren't, an attack had happened, and it wasn't likely to be the last. What if, next time, not everyone made it out alive?

She'd listen to Oscar's plan first, she thought, with a pang of guilt. It felt as if she were making excuses to herself.