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How much of an ignoramus is he? "It's an electric-type pokemon... It has fur though... wool, really." Wait, why the bloody hell am I having this conversation now?
"Dammit, really?" Ignoring her wound, Jackie ran up to the Parasect and attempted to kick it, hoping it might somehow have more effect than Littorio's Tackle.
"Be careful, Jackie! I was just about to have Phillip give another Ember!" Ray cried. "Ember again, Phillip but make sure not to hit Jackie!"
"Really? That didn't work? Um...Chitter, try leech life, maybe?"
Jackie snuck over to the Pokemon and Kicked it. It did a surprising amount of damage, exactly as much as Phillip's next Ember did.
Littorio Tackled it next. He did no appreciable damage once again to it.
Brandon approached it again. His Chop was the last straw, and the Parasect sagged tot he ground, unconscious.
Up at the back of the cave, the Rocket members were panicking. They turned around, but a large boulder was preventing them from running up the tunnel at the back of the cave.
Slowly, they turned back around and held their hands up, surrendering.
"Oh, hi there, hostages!" Jackie waved to the Rockets with a bloody hand.
"Phillip, come with me." Ray said, marching towards the rockets. "I have some questions to ask."
"Vuuuullllll..." Phillip said, growling. It was much less intimidating than Phillip wanted it to be, but a fire-breathing puppy with a cute growl is still a fire-breathing puppy.
Seeing, Jackie's bloody hand for the first time he added. "Somebody do something about her wound!"
Ray was now face to face with the new rockets. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"
Greg stands behind Ray and just listens to the Rockets.
oh god we cant tell him what are we gonna do
"WE CAN'T TELL YOU"
He ran over to bandage her hand
"Phillip, I am going to count to ten, and if they don't answer, Ember." Ray said calmly. Looking at these two men all he could think about was watching that dying woman before his eyes and how these men were a part of that.
"It's not my hand, Charles. Please tell me your shirt's not too sweaty!" She was taking the wound surprisingly well.
"I'll do it; less awkward that way." She took the scraps with the hand that wasn't bloody from being bitten and wrapped them around [wherever the wound happens to be. :V].
ohgodohgodohgodohgod
He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his mouth, preparing to deal with the pain of the Ember.
we can't tell him we CAN'T
His face was completely honest. Even his thoughts wondered how it would be awkward
Greg, somewhat disappointed, glares at the Rockets. "Let's start simple. How many of you are in Mt. Moon?"
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"SEVENTEEN"
"And why did you come here?" Ray snarled. "And what do you know about that girl who bled to death in these caves?"
Greg utterly fails to conceal his confusion.
...
"... ..."
The Rocket sags back against the wall.
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He's not thinking coherently at the moment. All Greg can feel is a pressure, a pressure to stop thinking about it.
Greg stares. "I-I think something's wrong..."
"Thank you for that astute observation!" Ray responded curtly. He quickly began examining to rockets for signs of shock or any bodily failures.
"D-don't bother. I think it's their minds..."
Ray pauses and acknowledges. "Maybe." then continues checking their vitals.