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The stars were glittering especially pretty this night. Gazing wistfully at them through her glass ceiling, Daisy wished she had someone to watch them with. It was an awful night to be alone. Looking down to the makeshift bed behind her, she reminded herself she wasn’t as alone as she felt, though it didn’t make her feel less so. On the bed lay her only company for the evening, a plumber, as still and motionless as a trophy. He was soulless, as in his soul was stolen from his body. Distinct from being technically dead, more akin to being in a coma. The hospital, limited on space and resources, allowed her to volunteer to take him home and look after him. To her, it was a lot like plant-sitting: green, doesn’t move much, tall, handsome, and unlikely to survive on his own.
Talking to him wasn’t the same as talking to a plant. There was a risk that at any moment he could wake up and hear her spilling her darkest secrets. She’d be the one to die if that happened. It was no secret how she wished he would wake up. She’d have said anything to make that have him back.

Sighing deeply and lifting her pleading eyes to the skies, she figured one more wish wouldn’t hurt. They haven’t done much to help yet either, for that matter. Maybe it was how wet they were, maybe they needed sleep sooner than she thought, but Daisy could have sworn her eyes saw something glimmer in the sky. Rubbing them to make sure, Daisy canceled her double take when she heard a noise from Luigi’s bed. Turning around to double take at the bed instead, Daisy did a triple take upon seeing Luigi’s face muscles moving since she brought him home.

“mmmmama…mia…” His eyes were clenching and his nose wrinkling as if about to sneeze. Raising a anthropic hand to rub his face, the first thing Luigi saw when he opened his eyes were another pair staring eagerly back down at him. “…an angel?” He groggily asked, still not all there yet. “…Wait a minute! Does-a that-a mean I’m-a” He jolted, reopening his eyes in a wild take. Gasping as if coming up for air from a deep swim, Luigi felt himself over and sat up. He seemed solid enough. “…Is it Spring in The Overthere already?” He asked, looking around to take in his surroundings before his vision finally stabilized on what he thought was an angel. It was Daisy beaming back at with tears running down her face. So he wasn’t like he was wrong...

“Luigi! You’re alive!” Daisy cried, not hesitating to glomp him and squeeze the life back out. “I’m-a am?” He panted, not yet settled out of a his state of confusion. One could take the way his heart was beating as a yes. “I’m-a Alive!” He cheered at the first thing he understood. Unable to muster the words to agree with him, Daisy simply lifted her head back from over his shoulder and grabbed him by the overalls, pulling him in for a deep smooch right on the nose. This might have been too much too soon, judging by the way it knocked Luigi out.
“…Not again.” At least this time he was red in the face instead of pale.

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Meanwhile, at the Lightweather Hospital, in complete disregard to visiting hours, a Ninjask burst through the doors and glided past the front desk, already fully aware which room she was headed for.
Arriving at the door, she pounded on it, nearly scratching the paint with her claws.

(Team mate #272 Kappa Pineapple the Ludicolo! It is I, #291 Nintenda the Ninjask. I have returned. Please open the door!) She called impatiently. The party she was leading into the hospital had a chance to catch up to her by the time Kappineapple opened the door. His eyes were wet with somber tears.
(Please report. What is Master’s condition?) She practically forced her way past him to see for herself. Much to her disappointment, she found him and Clucky the Blaziken just how she had left them: lying motionless on twin hospital beds. Neither trophified or legally classifiable as dead. Or were they?

(Master…#257 Clucky the…No!) the Ninjask’s buzzing voice began to break as tears lined her eye sockets. (Please! Wake up! Master! We conquered Shedinja! Why aren’t you waking up?) She pleaded, caressing the boy’s face, looking desperately for signs of life.
(Please, Purple du…Don’t…Please don’t leave me!) The Ninjask cried into her trainer’s beating chest.

“…Ziken!” Her cries were interrupted by an abrupt sneeze. She immediately got up with a start and looked over to the Blaziken in anxious confusion. Looking back at the human’s face, it was trying to…repress a smile? And a chuckle? And it gave way to a laugh.
(…What?...What is going on here?) The flustered Ninjask tried to regain her speech pattern.
Her trainer opened his eye, clearly understanding his façade was blown. “I don’t think she’s buying it anymore, boy.”
(Master?) The Ninjask asked, her crying breaking way for laughter. (How dare you!) She growled, latching onto him for an aggressive hug.
“Good morning sunshine~” Purple could only laugh, hugging and petting his Ninjask back. “Actually is it morning? What time is it?”
(It is…Frankly the current time is none of my concern, you and #257 Clucky the Blaziken are alive and that is all that matters!) Nintenda sniffled into her trainer’s shirt.
(Ay! Don’t be greedy Niña!) Kappineapple reminded her of his presence as he scooped the both of them into a group hug. (You gotta share with the Captain too~!) Rubbing his beak with his claw, even the ordinarily surly Blaziken couldn’t deny the preciousness of this moment.
“Don’t think you can sit this one out. Get in here!” Purple invited Clucky to join the group hug, prompting the Ludicolo to scoop him in without giving a chance to decline. (Alright, alright, easy on the squeeze, Pinapple!)
“We’re a family again guys.” Purple sniffed sentimentally. “Just the four of us against the world, like old times.”
(Actually, Master, if I may interject, this would not have been possible without assistance.) Nintenda interrupted, trying to wriggle free from the hug. (If I may introduce, my assistance in your rescue: ) Nintenda gestured at the Pokémon trainer waiting in the door way.
“You made a new friend, girl? Hell-ow Way” Purple did a double take upon realizing who it was.

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N ran with a brisk pace, trying his hardest to keep up with Nintenda. As soon as she had realized that that Shedinja was defeated, she had flown as fast as she could back to the Life Sphere to get to the hospital, and considering how fast Ninjask can fly, it was a miracle N didn't lose her immediately. As they burst through the hospital entrance, and probably scaring the nurse at the front desk pretty badly, N paused to catch his breath. Luckily by the time he had caught up to her, she had already been let in the room.

He stood by the door, letting Nintenda have a moment of privacy with her trainer and teammates. Although it looks like things were pretty cheerful, since Purple was already pulling pranks on his Pokémon. He had to stifle a laugh so he wouldn't ruin the- oops. Too late. Nintenda had already drawn attention to him.

"Greetings, Purple. My name is N." The Pokémon trainer introduced himself. "Your Ninjask told me a lot about you. She seems to admire you quite a bit." N told Purple. That was part of the reason he wanted to come here, aside from making sure Purple was alright. Nintenda seemed to hold him in very high esteem. N wanted to examine the relationship that Purple had with his Pokémon. What about him was it that made these Pokémon like him so much?

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Purple sat there in silence for a beat, transfixed on N’s face. Nintenda sat there proudly before noticing the pause in the conversation.
(Master?) She nudged him for signs of life. Come on, don’t embarrass her in front of the cool guy!
“Aren’t you?...Wait…I Know I’ve seen your face somewhere before…” His memories were still clearly very fuzzy but there was something about him that was ringing a bell. Clucky didn’t understand what Meowth caught his tongue, but even he could sense there was something special about this guy. A charismatic, commanding presence. Something a Pokémon could respect.
“…on the news or something…” He wondered out loud before remembering…his manners.
“Wait. Sorry, sorry. How rude of me. Hi N, my name is-” He leaned out and held open a hand to shake N’s when he pulled back in hesitation again.
“-Hold on. How do you know my name?” He squinted suspiciously before peeking down at Nintenda.
“What else did she tell you?” Purple hadn’t doubted his Ninjask’s ability to communicate, but how she was able to relay his name to N made him suspicious.

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N's expression flickered as Purple stared at him, trying to figure out where he had seen him before. It wouldn't surprise him if Purple figured it out on his own though. Team Plasma had been all over the news back in Unova, and the story probably would have spread to other regions pretty fast. Luckily, the subject changed before it  was delved into too quickly. Wouldn't exactly have been the best first impression, would it?

"It's quite simple, really. Your Ninjask told me your name" N answered. Seeing Purple's continued disbelief, N tried to clarify. "Let me explain. I have the ability to understand and communicate with Pokémon, so while she was with me, we had a few conversations. Most of them were about you. Who you were to her, how you interreacted with  her and your other Pokémon, and what you were like as a trainer. Only a few times have I heard  a Pokémon speak that highly of their trainer, so I was very interested to meet you. You see, I also am fascinated by the bond between trainer and Pokémon, and to witness a bond such as the one you have between yourself and your friends makes me feel very hopeful for the future."

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She had to rush here today, run as fast as she could without hurting herself. Zeraora heard the news firsthand as soon as she'd been pulled back to this world. Time and time again, she was constantly either pushing this off, or pulled away from meeting this boy. Many would ask this night where she was going as soon as that application finished filing, why she looked like she had Durants in her pants. No matter, no mind. This was more important. So there she tore, right down Brightwing Lane as fast as she could to cross different streets across the square. The market stalls were mere blurs to her as she ran right towards the Lightweather Hospital. Bursting right into the front of the area, and demanding to see that boy, with some eventual calm, Zeraora finally... had it. The room number, and his status. So she calmed down, and took a minute. After a freshwater break, she slowly approached that door. Apparently pokemon running in like this was... normal today.

Bright, massive paws pull at the door's edge slowly, and a feline nose and set of eyes peer over the crack in the door, before slowly stepping inside. She folds her hands close to her chest, heart pounding as she kept aside. She'd overhead the last end of the conversation. Not enough to go on, however. So there she waited for Nintenda or N to introduce her. The last thing Purple needed was a shock from hearing a pokemon speaking fluently in a human tongue. So for now, she kept quiet, ears flicking every now and again, neck-tail twitching ever so often. 

"Ahem..." Zeraora clears her throat. Hopefully that will get some focus. Her eyes sparkle a little with hope, with fear, and most of all, with worry. That boy had seen a lot, he needed, and deserved, this comfort.

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Purple slowly raised his suspicious squint up toward N.
“…You… can talk… to Pokémon?” His gaze shifted back and forth between him and his nodding Ninjask.
(Yes, Master, Trainer N is indeed one of the rare humans capable of Pokélinguism.)
“That is so Alpha!” Purple’s face lit up with wonder. “-What did she say?”

Purple’s face began to shrink nervously when N revealed that Nintenda told him everything, fearing that it was bad news. An insecurity that quickly subsided when good news was paired with a nuzzle into his chest from his Ninjask.
“Aw gee, Thanks girl.” He squirmed bashfully, returning the nuzzle with a cuddle of his own.
“Did she also tell you that she’s the smartest, cutest and bestest widdle Ninjask in the whole wide world~? Because she Is~! Yes, she is~.” He cooed with a nuzzle into the black spot on her head, much to Kappineapple and Clucky’s snicker.
(P-Please Master, not in the company of others!) The embarrassed Nintenda tried to squirm out of his grip. “What did she say now?”

Suddenly, the Blaziken snorted, darting a menacing glare in the direction of the door, which from his point of view was obscured behind the Ludicolo. His trainer recognized this snort from whenever a wild Pokémon was sneaking up on them.
“Is someone there?” Purple tried to stick his neck out to look, Nintenda using this distraction as an opportunity to escape.

(Ay Zera! You made it back!) Kappineapple smiled brightly and welcomingly as moseyed on over to greet her.
(You know her?) Clucky did a double take as the Ludicolo brought her over to the bed and stepped out of the way to present her. (Sure do~!)
(Master, #257 Clucky the Blaziken, please meet Zeraora. She valiantly assisted us your rescuing as well.) Nintenda proudly buzzed a circle around her and joined Kappineapple in the presenting stance.

“What did they saaaaaay-” Purple lost his train of thought as his and Clucky’s expressions widened in awe. They’ve been doing that a lot today.
“Sweet Helix…So Alpha…” Purple rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He had never seen a Pokémon like this before! Was it a Legendary? It looked cool enough to be one! Better make a good first impression.
“Uh-Ehem. H-hello. M-my name is Purple duFine-unless Nintenda’s already told you that.” He tried to introduce himself, doing a better job at managing being overwhelmed than Clucky was. “Wh-what’s yours?” He asked, eager to hear the Pokémon say their name.

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N chucked along with Kappin and Clucky at the sight of Purple's display of affection to Nintenda. Looks like his instincts were right on the money with him. He truly loved his Pokémon, and this was more then enough proof. "Well, I'd hardly think Nintenda would toot her own horn like-" N started, before a small clearing of the throat interrupted him. N turned toward the door, and standing in the doorway was Zeraora, calmly waiting for a chance to enter the conversation.

"Ah, Zeraora, there you are. I was wondering where you disappeared to after that tidal wave. I feared that you'd been pulled out to sea. Glad to see that you're alright" N greeted her, before turning to Purple "Indeed, Purple. This is Zeraora, self-identified as the Thunderclap Pokémon. She was also a vital part of rescuing you. I doubt we would have been able to find our way without her light." 

With introductions out of the way, N beckoned Zeraora into the room "Come on in. Purple and Clucky should get to know the people and Pokémon that saved their lives. Why don't you introduce yourself properly?"

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The small click of claws reverbs through the otherwise silent room as the timid feline approaches from the now creaking doorframe. The room's stale air reminded her of a Pokemon Center, and the cool temperature kept her focused. It was the perfect atmosphere for a young boy like Purple to recover. A stark adventurer, and strong-natured boy. The feline's large eyes sparkle a little as she finally is able to meet the young man she's heard so much about, and her pulse quickened, remaining fast. With a shaky sigh, she takes steps forward, keeping quiet and down away from saying anything. She didn't want to startle the boy now. Zera was a Pokemon, and hearing her speak a common tongue immediately. So she keeps down, waiting for N and the Pokemon in the room to finish...

"Zeraora."

She put a paw to her chest, only to reach that same paw over to take Purple's hand. Zeraora's hold was that of a mother's own, ensuring her baby boy was okay. In this scenario, however, she wasn't exactly familiar with the boy, just worried for someone she knew her friend cared about. Though, something seemed golden, almost... too pure about Purple to just dismiss as childish purity. It resonated, almost... settled inside Zera's mind. It bred within her a newfound... passion. She wanted to take care of this boy, to help him along. Just like with Shadow... Her heart bled a little for people like this. With a bit of a throat clear, the Pokemon decided to drop the bombshell that she could speak. Her paws begin to tremble a bit, and a little swallow later, Zeraora follows up.

"...My name is Zeraora."

With this, Zeraora moved a paw over from the boy's hand to his cheek, a fluffy paw remaining there, and caressing the fortunate son's face with her thumb.

"Nintenda's told me so much about you, and your companions. I'm so glad to finally meet you, Purple."

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Despite the extroverted and welcoming smile on his face, Purple was equally anxious meeting the Thunderclap Pokémon. His eyes, soaking up every detail from the tuft of her crest to the zigzag of her whiskers lit up with a twinkle upon hearing her voice. It was not what he had expected, which was a given since he had no idea what to expect.
“Zareora…” He echoed with a whisper, now having a name he could call this most extraordinary creature. “…Wait I mean Zoraero? No that’s not what you said either.” He began to second guess himself and mutter through various iterations of Z’s and R’s. Aw come on man! This isn’t even a girl! It’s a Pokémon! How are you blowing this???
His string of flubbed lines was silenced by her fluffy paw taking his hand. Oh yeah, he had that hand out. The latest in a chain of surprises, her great big yellow paw’s grip was…very gentle. Clucky’s claws were always tough and boney like the whole thing was made of knuckles, nails and rough dry skin. Kappineapple’s hands were wide and floppy like flippers. More often than not, wet like them too. Nintenda’s forelegs were smooth and hard, but you always had to be careful with them because they were sharp in places too. But Zeraora’s paws were the softest and fluffiest he had ever felt! …The tingliest too. Looking closer at their hands, Purple noticed the tiny hairs on the back of his were standing on end. Was that how her paws got that way? Static electricity?
“This was so cool...”

While his trainer was distracted with shaking electric hands, Clucky, stepped over the edge of the bed to grab his Ludicolo teammate by the chest fur.
(Seriously, Pineapple. Where did you Find her?) The Blaziken demanded to know, still in a state of shock and disbelief that they could enlist the help of not one, but Two legendaries behind his back. (Where did you find Him? A guy who can hear us!)
(The End? I’d say he’s just the beginning.) Kappineapple only smugly smiled back, playing dumb and savoring the Blaziken’s fluster. Picking up on this, Clucky gave up and let go, refusing to let him win.
(You..you can hear me, can’t you?) Clucky turned to N as bewildered as Purple looked at Zeraora, but much more intimidated and defensive. (How?)

Good thing Purple wasn't drinking anything at the moment, or he might have launched a spit take right in Zeraora’s face when she spoke English for the first time…Or just dribbled it down his shirt with the way his jaw dropped. Clucky did a take at her as well.
Click 
His Ninjask and Ludicolo shared a high five upon successfully snapping a photo of the look on their trainer’s face.
“…Zeraora…You can Talk? (Hey I said it!)-B-Because You said it! I-mean-You-I-Wait can I talk to Pokémon now too or am I-Is-This?…Psyduck.” Purple quacked in confusion before fainting back down onto his pillow.
(Kid!) (Helix Mio, here we go again.)

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N watched as Zeraora introduced herself to Purple, studying their expressions. While N wasn't very good at reading the emotions of humans, the emotions of Pokémon were written out easily for him. And as he looked at Zeraora's face, he could see an emotion that he'd only seen a handful of times. Particularly in Pokémon belonging to two specific trainers.... The desire to protect, to love, and to care for. There was something special here, that's for sure. However, before N could think about it any further, he felt the tap of a sharp talon on his shoulder.


"Hm?" N turned his attention to Clucky, who seemed a bit more apprehensive toward him then his trainer was. "...Yes, I can understand you." he replied to the Blaziken's question. "I've been around Pokémon all my life. More then humans, actually. It's a long story, but from a young age I've needed to be able to communicate with Pokémon, so gradually I've picked it up. I guess it just comes from constant use."

As N was speaking, a flash of light filled the room as one of his Pokeballs burst open. When the light faded, there stood a tall, dark, fox-like Pokémon, glaring toward Clucky threateningly. "Oh, um....I guess I'll introduce Zoroark to you all..." N said sheepishly.

<Listen, chicken. You better not even think of doing anything to N. Or I'll gouge your eyes out. Get it?> Zoroark growled. N looked panicked, and quickly pulled Zoroark aside, muttering something to her. After a short time, N turned back to Clucky and the rest of the group. "My apologies, Clucky. Zoroark gets...very protective if she thinks my wellbeing is in danger. And she tends not to trust many people. Again, long story." Pulling out Zoroark's Pokeball, N recalled her. "She won't be any trouble now."

...Probably was a good thing Purple was already out cold though

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"A-Aaah, not to alarm either of you, but... the kid passed out..?"

Zeraora's voice faintly squeaks out as she witnessed the poor kid flop back onto his pillow. She was half inclined to press that call-nurse button, but what would she say if they arrived? That she's not supposed to talk? Speaking like this makes kids faint? She's too busy doting over the poor fainted kid to really grasp the arguing going on until after she turns back around. Hearing that Zoroark talking to Clucky like that, she moves to step closer to the Blaziken, half-body blocking. 

"Aaalright you two, calm down. Let's uh... not start a fight. I don't think Purple would appreciate that."

Zera turns back to face the only other human in the room. A glint falls from those bright blue eyes, and with that hushed voice, it would be hard to ignore such an honest plea for peace. She just wanted the kid to be alright.

"So, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. We want this kid to recover, and... nnnot faint again."

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(Well how about that…) N could see Clucky’s face grow no less impressed despite his explanation. What happened instead was respect growing where confusion used to be. (You’re kinda like the kid in that way…but in that case why can’t he…? How old are you, anyway?) The Blaziken began to ask further before being interrupted by his Zoroark bursting out of her ball.
(My eyes for your hairdo, lady!) Clucky retorted unintimidated without so much as missing a beat. Even after just getting his soul back, this Fire/Fighting Type’s fighting words were still sharp as ever.
(Uh, Clucks…) A webbed hand tapped the Blaziken’s shoulder. Ironically excited by the challenge he would’ve gladly thrown down right there in the hospital room if Zeraora didn’t step between them.

(Kid!) It took as much to get him to notice that his trainer fainted. (Helix Mio, here we go again.) They rushed to his bedside where Nintenda was already fanning him, trying to wake him back up.
Seeing as their trainer was in good hands for the moment, Kappineapple took Clucky aside, muttering something to him. They seemed to have a contentious back and forth before the Blaziken realized the Ludicolo was right and calmed down.

(My apologies, N. Clucky gets...very protective whenever he thinks Purp’s wellbeing is in danger too.) The Ludicolo began to apologize on behalf of the silent pouting Blaizken. (…And when it’s not and he’s just bored. And he tends not to trust many people either… Or Pokémon, or anyone, really.) He began to ramble drawing a slow glare from his team-mate. (Besides, I think he likes her~) Kappineapple winked with bouncing eyebrows. (I do not!) Clucky yanked his elbow away in a suspiciously lot of denial.

(Master, please reawaken. I had all too recently retrieved you.) The Ninjask whined, nudging and shaking her winded trainer until he finally began to stir and lift his head.
“Hrrr...Hey Nintenda. You’ll never believe the Oddish dream I just had.” Purple opened his eyes to find Nintenda’s staring back at his again. “There was this talking Electric Ty-” He sat up and began to explain before looking up and seeing Zeraora again. “…Alpha.”
(Do not dare to lose your consciousness yet again, Master!) Nintenda scolded, getting in the way of his potential fall. Much to everyone's relief, he didn’t this time.
“You… Can talk, can’t you?” The boy asked, sitting up on his knees, excited to hear her say something again.

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As Zoroark opened her mouth to fire a remark back to Clucky, she suddenly disappeared in a flash of white light. N stood in her place, giving Zeraora a look, registering the pleading in her eyes. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean for Zoroark to come out just then. I'll be sure to keep a closer eye on her from here on out." 

The parroting of his own words by Kappin wasn't missed by N, although the small smile on his face gave away the fact that he found it funny. "That's alright. I can certainly understand the desire to protect those close to me." N raised a eyebrow as Kappin added a comment of his own. Getting a little closer to the Ludicolo so he wouldn't be overheard, N whispered to him. "Is that so? Well, perhaps we can set something up so they can get to know each other. I've been looking to get Zoroark used to other Pokémon, and people as well. This could be a good place to start."

Turning his attention back to the boy in the hospital bed, N listened in to Purple and Zeraora's conversation. N nodded slightly at Purple's question, but remained silent. He wanted Zeraora to explain this for herself. It was probably better that way.

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A pang in her heart, and a lump in her throat. Zera was put on the spot quickly, but she did as she should. The cat takes a breath, sitting on the bed alongside Purple now, placing those massive, fluffy paws atop his comparably smaller hands. She holds tenderly, letting just the littlest amount of static let the little, near invisible hairs on his arm rise up. The cat huffs, and looks down, before casting her gaze away, trying to find the words. Any words, really. This boy was so sweet, so innocent, loving and caring. She could practically feel the bond between him and his trio of teammates. Did she really belong in this place alongside them..? Perhaps not, but she wasn't going to squander this opportunity to confirm Purple's suspicions (or deny them if he thought he was dreaming). Idly, she rubs her thumbs across Purple's hands.

"...I can."

Zera keeps this awkward stance for a moment, letting silence o'ertake for just a bit. Afterwards, she looks back to him, paws retracted to her lap, watching the boy with intent curiosity. With N about, and the other Pokemon now calmed somewhat, it was far easier to be a second medium to the 'mons around. Zeraora felt blessed to be in the company of such people. Such kind faces and souls. It did her well to be here just as much as it did Purple good to be resting here. Well, before he rose back up. So she continued anyways, he was awake, so she might as well tell him everything.

"My name is Zeraora. I'm an Electric Type from Alola. One of a kind."

A gracious bow follows her words. A traditional Hoenn bow, something akin to the bowing of older sages, and dojo masters. Albeit, her hands were folded in front. Maybe she picked this up from a Sinnoh local? Either way, it meant she was well traveled. Zeraora was choosing those words carefully, talking slow and clear. She wanted to leave no doubt, but also to ensure that Purple didn't drop again. Anxiety nipped at the cat's pads, but she kept steady.

"Your team is lovely, and... well... I think you're fantastic. Now, lay back a little. We wouldn't want you passing out again."

Zera steps back, and moves over to stand beside the other Pokemon that Purple had befriended over these long years. She... felt right beside them all. It resonated with the cat to be next to Clucky, Kapp'n, and Nintenda. They were all so welcoming to her. She didn't deserve it, but she wasn't going to complain about it. Zeraora had come a long way, and this was her reward for all her work, her duress, and her suffering. To be beside those that cared.

Being beside those that cared... What an odd sensation.

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(Yeah, you’d better.) Clucky scoffed at the human’s apology and looked out the window with a flustered pout. as Kappineapple leaned his ear N’s way. He was delighted to his soul at what he had to say. (‘Been trying to get Purp used to other humans for a while too, but maybe old Cluckster could use some help in that department even more~! Perhaps a playdate might be arranged~.) The Ludicolo smirked, clapping his mitts together. This was too juicy!

Scooting over and giving her room to sit, Purple looked down at their big yellow paws, testing and eventually playing with the static effect they had on his hands. This amusing distraction bought her time to collect the words to say. And when she did… His eyes turned up to meet hers, widening for a galaxy of stars to reflect in them. A big Slowpoke-like grin grew across his face. She could talk, but he was speechless.
“Oh my Arceus this is so Alpha!” Well that was nice while it lasted. “I-Can’t-Believe-I-Get-To-Not-Only-Meet-An-Ultra-Rare-Alolan-Electric-Zeraora-But-A-Talking-Zeraora! This-Is-So-Much-Cooler-Than-A-Shiny! And-She’s-Bowing-To-Me-Like-I’m-Some-Kinda-Alolan-Prince! Is-This-What-It’s-Like-To-Be-N-All-The-Time?” Purple babbled out his excitement in rapid fire succession as he bounced up and down on his hospital bed as if he had just taken six shots of Komala Coffee. “-Okay!” The euphoric child obediently nodded, only to faint from the awesomeness back down onto his pillow, this time just pretending.

(I believe he approves of you, miss Zeraora.) Nintenda reported the obvious with a idle shrug.

(Actually, come to think of it, N, Zeraora. Since you speak people, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask your help with...) Clucky turned back from the window to ask the two potential interpreters.
“What did he say? What did he say?” Purple rose from the dead again to ask.