Category: Pokémon
Rating: M
Couples: X
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery,
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: Multi Chapter Interlude between Sword's Fate and its' upcoming Sequel. Can be read alone.
"Italics" is indicative of Telepathy.
I'm calling Sabrina's father 'Adam' since that is the name of his English voice-actor.
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It had been quite the discussion to allow her to move a comatose person to an entirely different region, but in the end she managed to get the okay.
It took a few days, but all Champions and their unconscious Great Psychics had gathered in Rustboro City.
"And you are sure these are safe?" Cynthia demanded, looking at her Elite in a glass tube.
"Yes." Steven nodded lightly, briefly gesturing to Olympia who unlike the other three was still just on a hospital-bed. "She's the only one who might have trouble. We ran human tests, but never when they were injured. Which is why we'll keep her outside the stasis-pod for a while."
Diantha was sitting on Kalos' Psychic's bedside. "What's going to happen to yours now? They can't stay at the League for however long this takes."
"They'll stay here in Rustboro so we have all Great Psychics in one place for easier protection. I made arrangements for them to switch Gyms with Roxanne so they can even keep their Gym-business going. It's going to be a bit of a pickle with her job at the Trainer School, but…" Steven shrugged lightly. "I have been assured they'll arrive later today with Wallace. He hasn't left their side."
"I'll call Sabrina's father when they do. Maybe the three of them together can figure out what is going on here." Lance studied the outfit Sabrina had been put in to connect with the stasis-field.
Diantha certainly hoped they would. A nightmare of paperwork and arrangements had followed the news that Olympia was in a coma. She didn't want to imagine how much worse it was for Cynthia and Alder who had lost Elites to whatever this was.
She remembered the mess when she had ascended from her own Elite-place to Championship. It probably explained why those two looked so much tenser than her and Lance.
Kalos' Champion checked her phone, noticing that Wulfric had send her a message about how Olympia's Pokémon were taking everything. Expectably, it was poorly, though he was keeping them under control for now. He did suggest sneaking them to visit her at least once. She'd have to see if that was possible.
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Liza and Tate arrived a few hours later, Sabrina's father having already joined them.
"Something's very wrong." Liza stated mere moments after entering the room.
"Beyond the obvious, that is." Tate promptly added before anyone could call out his sister, looking at the four other Great Psychics. "Perhaps…"
"You sense it too?" The young girl looked up at the man beside her.
"What is it then?" Lance demanded, arms crossed.
"They're weak." Sabrina's father answered him. "Their power is far weaker than it should be."
"What?" Alder demanded flatly.
"I take it you have not been told…" Tate meandered over to the stasis-tubes, tilting his head while looking at them.
"Exactly what makes a Great Psychic different from a regular one?" Liza finished the sentence her brother had started, climbing onto Olympia's bed to study the purple-haired female.
"Lucian mentioned something about power-levels?" Cynthia offered, leaning on the small table at the side of the room.
"In a certain way." Adam, Sabrina's father, spoke up. "The greatest difference is what happens when they work in concert with other Psychics."
"If 'normal' Psychics work together, their power merely adds up." Liza shifted to sit more comfortably, her feet hanging down.
"Two Psychics together can do the heavy lifting of two Psychics, et cetera." Tate climbed up beside his sister.
"But if a Great Psychic gets involved, the power increases exponentially." The older Psychic continued. "Right now, with these two and me here – and several Psychic-type Pokémon in their Pokéballs, instead of us being able to do the lifting of three Psychics…"
"Or two, depending on how you count us." The twins interjected.
"We could do the lifting of… four or five, I'd say?" Sabrina's father allowed himself a small shrug. "It's a bit hard to quantify."
"Being around four other Great Psychics and several 'regular' ones therefor should allow us to work wonders…" Liza looked back to the female whose bed she was sitting on.
"But we do not sense them." Tate gestured around the room, pulling up his legs. "It's as if they are not here."
"The fact that they are comatose should not matter." Adam's mien darkened, for obvious reasons. "Since their souls, that which gives power, should still be here."
"Are… are you telling us that they… they are dead?" Cynthia demanded sharply.
"No." Tate shifted on the bed, leaning half over Olympia. "We sense their life. They are alive…"
"But not here. Their bodies are here, enough of their spirits to keep those functioning is here, but the bulk of their minds?" The female twin's gaze trailed to Caitlin in her statis-pod.
"Is not." Her brother returned to his sitting position.
"Could you contact them regardless?" Diantha wondered. "Olympia must have seen her attackers. If you could contact her, we'd get a whole lot farther than with mere speculation and what ifs."
The Mossdeep Twins shared a glance. "I suppose we could try." They looked at the Champions looking at them expectantly. "But we cannot promise anything. Summon your Psychic-type Pokémon. Let us use their power."