Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Reno Vantas]

Reno faced down the prisoner, scowling as he spoke to the man. "Well, hows the fact that Sub is captured and likely about to be executed sound to you? Because that sounds just beautiful to me." Reno snarked out, standing up and kicking the chair he had against the cell door as he set about trudging in front of the cell. "So, are you gonna help or am I gonna have to real bad?"  

[Reno Vantas]

Reno stared down the man for a moment, debating internally how best to prove this theory. Looking to his SNAG, he would send a message to a terminal in his room.

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In Reno's lab, a terminal would sound up to alert a Pokemon in the room to leap into action. Today, that Pokemon was Kaiden. Stumbling over to the terminal, the Kadabra would read his mission and quietly waddle out into the main room. Staring up at where Dan was, the Kadabra would attempt to teleport the two Pokeballs away to where Reno was. Hey, it was a good use of a Psychic Pokemon on hold.

And one successful robbery later, the Kadabra would wander back to his home to await another mission.

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Reno would feel two Pokeballs land in his hands, examining them to see that they were Sub's Pokeballs. Opening them up in front of Toren, Reno told the man, "Well, would I be able to grab these so easily if they weren't the only thing we could grab at the time?"  

[Reno Vantas]

Reno would smile at the new change in tone and voice from Toren. Hell, he had lost his accent for the whole entire time he had been angry and that just spoke volumes about this. Opening the cell door, Reno awaited whatever Toren might attempt next.  

[Reno Vantas]

Reno nodded to Toren before telling him, "You're free. Just keep away from the Royal guard and we'll be square." Walking off and waiting to hear the answer, Reno wouldn't care either way. This was a rescue mission and he was gonna make sure things worked out well. Pulling back into the mainframe room, Reno began to pull up hurried maps of the area he predicted the execution would take place in, plotting as he did so.  

[Reno Vantas]

Laying across the couches, ice pack glued to his forehead via duct tape and pure hatred of his injury, sat Reno, or as he seemed to be now, the Snagem's illustrious temporary leader. And what a job he had done too, with the failure of the last mission and the fact he managed to lose their leader. How is it he managed to lose their original leader like a five year old in a mall? Oh well, now was time to back away from missions for a while until something came up that required their attention desperately. That seemed the best plan.

Across the wide expanses of the base would be a single mute girl on the prowl for the only other person she knew from her timeline. 'The hell was that? one minute we were talking, next she saw that Mawile hybrid and took off like a bullet. What the fu-....I'l just find her, then I can feel free to be absolutely harsh to her.' Sighing before continuing to march, Dista took her search to the actual bedrooms. Had she already found a room?  

[glitchedmirrors]

It would be a certain black and purple haired girl who would find Reno in his current state. The girl had been looking for Aria, but, seeing Reno laying on the couch as she was, Lynnette got curious. She would stride over, a slight frown on her face as she came up to the redhead, her dress shoes tapping lightly on the floor. Coming to a stop and staring down at the boy, she raised an eyebrow, a questioning look forming in her features. "You look like something that a certain Houndoom hybrid dragged in," she scoffed, a grin creeping onto her lips. "In all seriousness though, what in the heck happened to you?" she asked. Her Snubbull, Hook, happened to have been following her, and decided then to climb up onto the couch and then onto Reno's stomach. Hook normally wasn't interested in trainers besides Lynnette, but, maybe he knew that some comfort from a Pokemon was needed in some way.

Silver was currently hiding in the room that she had been given when she had arrived. Rather than sit on the bed, she was laying on the floor, a blanket draped over her head. Her whole body had refused to stop shaking after catching the scent of her sister. She couldn't believe it was actually her... She had watched the girl die in the world she came from. But, she supposed that Leslie could have lived in a different universe... That the girl hadn't been killed by the monstrosity that was their mother. The Houndoom hybrid whimpered, still unsure how to take everything. She wished she could see... She wanted to be able to see if it was actually the sister she knew and cared about, but, all she could get were scents and sounds... Oh how she wished she wasn't blind. It was the only time she had ever wished it, she was fine with the way she got around normally, but... this was Leslie she was thinking of, not something or someone else.

Somewhere else, Dante was working on something. He had been discussing something with Kairi before she and Kain had left on vacation, and so, he had set to work on his current project. He was a little surprised that Kairi had asked this of him, he didn't think she cared much about what she wore, but, here he was, making something for the redhead. It certainly wasn't done yet, but, hopefully it would be by the time that Kairi and Kain had returned. Off to the side, he had another project sitting, almost complete. He had taken it upon himself to make something for Clara, despite not knowing where she was currently. Having discovered that she was in fact Kain's younger sister, Dante had decided that he'd at least help her out for a bit until Kain returned to speak with her. He smiled at his work, pleased with all the things he had made. He could even tell that he was getting better at all this, and he was proud. Nina slept on a cushion in one corner of the room. She would sometimes help Dante in his work, but, he was allowing her to take a break, and the Vulpix had happily taken it, deciding that a nap was in order. Crystal blue eyes looked to the door, which was open, and he wondered if he should take a break himself to go look for Clara...  

[Reno Vantas]

Tentatively ripping the carefully applied bit of duct tape from his forehead and resisting the urge to scream out in pain with every agonizing inch releasing his skin, Reno glared up at the black and purple haired girl for a moment before answering. "I have finally received the brain damage you people kept saying I already had. Stupid concussion, having to be a result from my own stupidity." The groan came out mildly pained as Reno kept the ice pack glued to his head with his hand. Leaning up to stare at the Snubbull on his chest, Reno decided to stare it down even as it began to shift from Pokemon to vague pink blob.

Finally finding a room that seemed right for Silver to be hiding inside, Dista struggled to open the door before it suddenly popped open and sent her sprawling for a moment. Scrambling back to her feet, the girl walked into the room and began to sign rapidly at the girl before ceasing as she realized her mistake. Releasing her Whismur to allow for communication, Dista would finally be able to give the rapid fire signs a voice. "What the hell was that? You sniffed that weird looking hybrid, said some weird stuff, and ran like a religious nut from a new idea. Care to explain?" Dista's voice box snarked out, the signer tilting her head as she examined the hybrid on the ground.  

[KomradeKarina]

The red wasn't the only one with a head wound probably in need of a doctor, Clara would be sitting next the fire red head Having a bucket ready incase of emergencies. "I got thrown too but luckily I landed on my butt, Thi- OW- was from slamming on that titan of a beasts back. God damn heels, I've walked in you for over a year now and now you break!?! Ust- ust -ust Arceus! By the way who are you? You kinda just teleported me to some remote place and gave me a mission... OW" The snow white haired girl would be pressing a bag of ice to her head, only pulling away to hug a device for normally trash. Luckily the noise would be easy enough for anyone to pinpoint if they where listening, even she wasn't actually puking.

Clara would be pretty beaten up after the last mission. Her hair was destroyed and akwardly cut from a certain bucket head, she wished this bucket she held was his head. The green cloak was torn and dirtied, almost patchy grass. Not to mention everything she wore was somehow tarnished, ripped, or destroyed in one way or another. "Sigh I can't afford to replace this stuff!" Her voice would remind anyone of a whimper, a whimper that was cut of by the noise similar to pudding hitting a wall.