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"So... Knight... how did you end up here?" You ask as you drag the knight along the pathway, you see pokemon stare at you in the distance, but they seem to be keeping their distance. You think Planny scares them. Which makes sense, she scares you too.
"Assault and battery." The woman mutters. "I saw a man down the street, Paldea, old, with fake teeth." She groans, rubbing her head. "The townsfolk thought him one of their own, a sage turned politics from foreign lands." She frowned. "I saw him for what he was though?"
"What? A witch? A heretic?" You grunt as you drag her, she's heavy. "This isn't a nationalism thing."
"Demon." Planny's voice is low, as serious as she's ever been. "There was no human there, simply a monster who traded it all for power. You could see it in his aura, deeper and darker then your familliar." She shrugs. "So I attacked him."
"...What? You can't just attack old people!" You protest as Planchett smirks.
"Your Highness please, sinners are hardly people." She groaned. "And neither was that beast he used, some ferocious cat Pokémon I do not know." She smiles. "But! I struck true nonetheless, he is in a wheelchair, his evil hobbled. His bodyguard pried me from his beasts jaw and I was sent here."
She's quiet for a while. You aren't sure its good for a psychic to be left alone with her thoughts, especially those kinds of thoughts.
"So... your quite strong! How did you learn to fight.
She perks up. "Practice! And aura!" She raises a hand to your face and you can see her skin glow a very faint blue. "Internal psychic abbility, used by brave Lucarios. It lets me move my own body, not merely spoons and such trinkets."
You whistle, that is rather clever. "But who taught you aura? Was that also a vision from Cobalion."
She smiles. "Perhaps, perhaps there are more of us."
You shake your head. "Sir Planchett, there is only one of you. I think that's quite clear." You match her smile.
The door to the nurses office opens and Nimrah looks down at Planchett and you. "Hello?" He raises a eyebrow above her red glasses.
Planchett looks up at Nimrah and goes white and then... falls slack on you.
Sir Planchett has passed out in your arms.
>End of day 2
Um... I guess because of the multi thread rule I will just continue here?
