[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira bowed her head. [color=magenta]"As you wish, Sir."[/color] Despite Jean's obvious reluctance, that hadn't been as difficult as she'd feared. Of course, maybe his quadruple weakness to Psychic types had something to do with it. It was a particularly good thing that no duel between him and Florentine had been necessary - not only would it have wasted time, it wouldn't have improved Jean's current mood any.

[color=magenta]"Well, that's another reason to hurry,"[/color] she mumbled, leading Florentine down the hallway. She sensed the figure scurrying up the stairs before she saw a pink and cream head pop up, blue eyes wide, ears twitching.

[color=lightpink]"What... What's going on?"[/color] the other housekeeper squeaked, her grip tightening on a cloth and a can of wood polish. [color=lightpink]"It's just... I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing... Is it true? There's someone else?"[/color]

Nodding, Mira gave Simone a slight smile of reassurance. [color=magenta]"It's alright, no need to be nervous. We're just about to bring her here, so could you please prepare a guest room while we're away?"[/color]

Simone bobbed, the curly extensions of her ears bouncing. [color=lightpink]"Right on it!"[/color] Once the handmaid had tottered towards an empty room, Mira turned back towards Florentine, her face becoming serious once more.

[color=magenta]"Ok, here goes."[/color] She tried to summon clear mental images from as many angles as possible, ones that she could project to the Gallade, but the details kept evading her. It was like trying to look at a spot on a grid that disappeared when focused on. Breathing deeply and exhaling with a soft huff, she sent the few scenes she could swirling around the area.

Hopefully they'd be able to get there without trouble. Given how quickly Florentine had adapted to his Pokemon form, she didn't doubt his teleporting skill, but it all depended on whether he had enough idea of the location to work with.

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[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

At the sound of a distant howl, Gabrielle scrabbled to her feet. The bruise on her head throbbed, and the woodland became a spinning blur of trees and shadows. Trying to steady herself, she stepped on one of her ears and fell back down with a yelp. 

Cradling her ear with one paw and clasping the other over her mouth, she listened out. There it was again, the cry of what sounded like a Mightyena. Her heart raced. Great, she'd evaded the trainer, only to have put herself in the way of another danger. What if wild Pokemon had heard her shriek just now? She recalled the nature documentaries she'd seen, about how Mightyenas hunted in packs of around ten. Not exactly what she wanted to come face to face with.

Half staggering, half crawling away from the sound, she wriggled into the shrubbery, curling up under a canopy of leaves. Next to her, something rustled. Forcing herself not to cry out, she pulled back as a Spinarak scuttled into view. The spider ignored her and wandered off, but if there were Spinaraks here, there also had to be Ariados. And they'd be almost as tall as she was.

Through the growing darkness, she stared this way and that for a place to hide.