Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Reno Vantas]

Reno would barely twitch as Sub's backup arrived, the only motion being the chunk of his staff returning to his hand. "Oh. You two. Just in time. I was here, greeting our boss with the knowledge that I now remember him being a part of Team Rocket and essentially keeping me there with them as slave labor. Isn't that right, Shades? Kept me around as your lackey while you were part of Team Rocket and then abandoned me to the wolves." Taking a step forward, the psychic kept his gaze locked onto Sub. "Or was that your idea of friendship the whole time? Keep the cute young ones around until they weigh you down and then cut the cord?"  

[Reno Vantas]

Reno would continue to stare at Sub for a moment before simply nodding. "Yep. Quite out there. Just like the Mew floating a few feet away, the teachers for each channeler who appear to have almost entirely lived thousands of years ago till the modern day, and the two legendaries in Snagem that are most likely related to that supposed statue inside Snowpoint Temple. Nothing out there ever occurs with us." Quietly turning to the side and simply letting the room cool down for a second, Reno said, "You really want out there? I got something that might make you get as pissed as I was a minute ago."  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Odd and Lykas would wander out of their room and find their way to the main room long enough for them to see what was going on. Upon arrival and seeing that it was Reno being a pain, Lykas walked up to him and swiftly punched him in the face. "Stop being a whining b***h and man up!" He'd say, simply. "You got a problem with any of us take it up with us one on one not like a child throwing a tantrum."

"Calm down, Lykas. He's got a reason, I'm sure. He's crazy, not stupid." Odd said, dragging Lykas back a little bit before turning to face Reno, himself. "He's right, though." He'd say to Reno.

Kaya and Trish arrived later than everyone else, standing by the respective doorways they came through and just shaking their heads silently. Of course it was Reno.  

[Darksol88]

"I'd be flattered if that was true," Cera commented. "Problem is being nearly thirty-five means most of the Pokemon that really have lived thousands of years refer to you as a runt and discount you because you're not as strong. Personal experience, don't ask." She wouldn't humor Reno's fever dream, unable to recall it either. At least, it didn't match anything she knew about Sub. "So, do you want to try being a little civilized or keep screeching like someone took your favorite ball?"  

[Reno Vantas]

Letting the punch land and send hims tumbling a bit, Reno would carefully resume his staredown of Sub even as he spoke to the others. "Well, Aile, looks like I don't need to do anything right now for people to be angry. But I think I can keep myself calm. You keep the others in line." Breaking his gaze from Sub to turn to Cera, Reno found himself trying to determine what it was that had made Sub glance over to the Mew. Focusing in on the Mew, Reno let himself slip into his own mind and began to fly through his memories as he attempted to find something that might make this make sense. Blazing through many of Sub and Cera's interactions, the psychic would eventually arrive at a memory of the two evidently interacting on some mental level.

Slowly drawing himself back out of his own head, the others would notice Reno slump slightly with his eyes shut for a few moments as he hunted down the relevant memory. "Cera. You shared Sub's mind. You should have some idea of the memories in his head. Tell me, is there any memories where he is called Shades by anyone? Or do we both need to try and pull out what the other knows on the subject?" Reno questioned the legendary, slowly returning to a full standing position. Carefully weighing his options at this moment, he kept a small ball of paper clasped in one hand. No need to get Sub riled up just yet, not unless things turned over again.  

[Darksol88]

"If I knew anything like that, I don't think I'd be as confused as he and everyone else are," Cera remarked, thinking it irrelevant if she knew the given thing or not. It wasn't her place to divulge regardless, nor was she keen on trying to somehow give Reno ammo in what seemed to be him going crazy again.  

[Reno Vantas]

Reno would let a thoughtful expression cross his face as he examined the gathering of hybrids, channelers, and general vagrants that had shown up. It was amazing what one could cause when they made people want to notice things. "This isn't threatening the foundation, Sub. This is me, proving myself at least equal enough for these people to actually stand behind me if you ever go off the deep end." Letting the contemplative words hang in the air, Reno carefully placed the crumpled ball of paper into Sub's hand with a telekinetic push. "Hope you like my handwriting." He would sincerely add, casually strolling through the gathered Snagems before stopping near Lykas. "You. Come along. You started it with the punch. Now, lets see where it ends." Not bothering to watch if Lykas followed along behind, Reno would continue his casual stroll towards the training room with a slight whistling sounding from him.  

[Tsuki the Fated Wind]

Sluuuuuuuurrrrrrrp.

Allen coughed. "Sorry, sorry. Go back to whatever it was you were all doing. I'm just watching." He said before going back to his coffee mug. Channelers, legends, hybrids. Well. He didn't mean to brag, but he was a pretty slick pick pocket. But in all seriousness, he had no idea what was going on but he at least knew half these people were powerful enough to consider not pissing them all off. The boy took another sip. Just another day.  

[Tsuki the Fated Wind]

"Hey Boss-Man, its alright if you were secretly a part of some secret Team Rocket cult- I was busy looking for a drink to help with this killer channeler induced headache so I didn't hear most of that part. I mean, my Koffing was part of Team Rocket. Hell, he probably smoked a kindergarten class with them or something but he's fine." Allen said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. He gave Aile a surprised look. Whaaaaat? He always zoned out when things like channelers and hybrids were explained. "That is both terrifying and awesome."  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Tesei Utakata

Reno would let a thoughtful expression cross his face as he examined the gathering of hybrids, channelers, and general vagrants that had shown up. It was amazing what one could cause when they made people want to notice things. "This isn't threatening the foundation, Sub. This is me, proving myself at least equal enough for these people to actually stand behind me if you ever go off the deep end." Letting the contemplative words hang in the air, Reno carefully placed the crumpled ball of paper into Sub's hand with a telekinetic push. "Hope you like my handwriting." He would sincerely add, casually strolling through the gathered Snagems before stopping near Lykas. "You. Come along. You started it with the punch. Now, lets see where it ends." Not bothering to watch if Lykas followed along behind, Reno would continue his casual stroll towards the training room with a slight whistling sounding from him.

"You deserved it for whining." Lykas replied but followed along anyway. He felt like Reno deserved to get socked in the face for more than one instance of his insanity. He might not win in a fair fight but as long as Reno got punched once or twice, he'd be happy.