In the end, Martin didn't die. He just got tortured into incapacitation. I briefly smiled at the end of his ordeal, which shortly shifted into confusion as a blink of an eye revealed the guild.

Before I could claim I was hallucinating, I noticed Spruce was grasping a spare, white badge. He basically stamped it into me to make sure I wouldn't get left behind, as everyone else teleported into the guild after the mission was complete. I must say, things got rather hasty; as soon as we got back onto dry land and in a large, painted wooden room, a Bisharp was waiting for us. Seemingly eager to take the person we had just captured into custody. I maintained an easily forgettable stare, looking around the room we came in. Paint was obviously applied freshly, looking a healthy, pale white. Floor was wooden and polished, along with the ceiling. If describing the room itself wasn't enough; some other Pokemon of any species suddenly appeared around the place, greeting strangers and dragging friends roughened up by terrain and attacks-

... . . -.- / . .-.. / . -.-. --- / -.-- . .--.

[i]What's that?[/i] I had almost blurted that out, but keeping my mouth shut was imperative in this sort of situation - it wouldn't be a good idea to be considered crazy. In fact, life gave me a gift for not saying anything, paying me 135 Poke. However, we got 500 Poke. That would mean... "Spruce. You've made a mathematical error." I pointed out, taking Pokemon from Spurce's leafy hands and floating them in front of me. Unfortunately, I didn't control my magnetism upon taking my share of the reward... and, I ended up grabbing some of Kamina's and Celes' money. "Pardon me; this isn't what it looks like." I tried to explain, unaware I was still holding half of the aforementioned parties' money.