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[Just because the island split a bit over a month ago is no reason for life not to go on as normal. And go on as normal, Red has. Of course, his definition of normal is still ridiculous, horrifyingly dangerous training regimens for both himself and his Pokemon, rain or shine, but the point stands. At least he remembered to take a lunch break today.

He can be found sitting against a tree, partially-eaten lunch in his hands, and wrapped in his cloak as usual. Why only partially-eaten? Well, it seems both he and his team have decided that it's naptime. The Pokemon - Pikachu, Venusaur, Charizard, Dragonite, Kangaskhan, Gengar, Alakazam, Wailmer, and Duosion - are all snoozing around the area. Red himself is unconscious, albeit for a different reason. His face is flushed, and if you come close enough to check, his temperature is definitely above what it should be.]

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[She's a few months old by now, but still pretty young. In response to the poking, she'll just turn her body around inside the outer fluid - not like she always needs to turn the whole thing - and give you a few curious mrrr?s.]

[Icarus chirps back in response, the Togetic flying above the baby, then moves on to observing the other Pokemon. He lands atop on Red's head, the human striking him as the most interesting of the gang.]

Icarus, get back h--Fernando?? Alejandro?!

[Each of them gotten ahold of the Alakazam's mustache, proceeding to yank alternately.]

[Enjoy the warm seat then, Icarus! Red's normally an extremely light sleeper, but this is not exactly normal.

Vates, the Alakazam, is Not Amused by these mustache-pullings. His eyes open in very noticeable annoyance.

Kaaaaazam. ....Why yes, that is a threatening tone.]

[The Togetic isn't afraid of getting comfortable, making a couple small rounds on Red's head. He missteps, managing to catch himself at the expense of Red's hair. He's frowning; this boy has a weird look on his face, and Icarus doesn't recall humans being this heated.

Have a couple light head bumps.]

[Meanwhile Alejandro hasn't taken the hint, going for one last hard tug.]

Alejandro, cut it out!! [He grabs the remaining Miltank harshly, eyeing the Alakazam.]

My friend was being really stupid, I'm sorry...

[Gulp. The Houndoom will be barking threateningly at Alakazam, with the Ponyta stepping in close to Gold.]

[Red doesn't particularly care about his hair, at least, especially not poorly-cared-for as it is. He'd be awake by now if he were in better condition, but as it is the best reaction Icarus will get is a mildly more distressed face out of Red.

Vates wasn't planning to attack Gold - he's more than smart enough to figure out that the Pokemon are just up to mischief, so there's no way it's the trainer's fault - though he was considering sending the Miltank flying a short distance to show it that you don't mess with extremely-well-trained Pokemon without being prepared to suffer the consequences.

Kaaaaa. "Learn to control them better" is is the intended sentiment.]

[That face, Icarus couldn't get by a week by without encountering that face. Gold always has that kind of look before promptly passing out. He darts over to Gold, who is apologizing again to Vates.]

Yeah...sorry again.

[He'll wave away Shippo and Judas, proceeding to glare at the Miltanks when he is interupted by the Togetic.]

Huh, what is it?

[Icarus directs him to Red, who sidesteps the best he can past his team.]

..He looks sick. Hey, are you alright? [He taps Red's shoulder firmly.]

[Well, Vates will just watch you now. No messing with his conked-out trainer.

Finally, Red's eyes open - slowly, but definitely with a look of not wanting to be asleep. It takes him a moment to focus enough on his surroundings to realize there's a stranger far closer to him than he'd be comfortable sleeping through.]

... Wh...Who...?

[We won't. Fernando and Alejandro might, but they seem to have found a new game in Judas' hooves, which will meet their face if they don't cut it out.]

Who? [Gold looks behind him, observing it might be himself Red is referring to.]

Oh, I'm Gold. You okay?

You look horrible.

["Gold". Okay, registering name, augh being sick sucks. Not someone he knows - no need to be straightforward, though he won't be as elaborate as usual either because his thoughts are not moving as quickly as he wants them to be. Gold is... Okay, a different version of Chris - it took Red entirely too long to process this. Stupid fever. Of course this takes all of a handful of seconds.]

... A cold. Just a... Cold... [That's safe enough to say, at least - he pushes himself up a bit, trying to get to a more upright seated position. His food is... Still there, okay, he should get back to that, Blue will be upset if he forgets to eat or doesn't eat it all.]

Looks like more than that.

[He motions to Icarus to assist him, but he's already on it, the Togetic pulling on a sleeve until Red's back is straight.]

Eating something usually helps me out...

[He reaches for his rucksack, feeling for his Berries section. Lucky he ran into that stash of Oran berries before landing here. Hold up, why is he being so quick to help this stranger? He just got here, this guy could be bad news. Whoever Alejandro and Fernando were messing with was definitely dangerous, the whole group had to be as well. His hand travels back to Red's shoulder.

This guy better have some food of his own.]

... Can't tell for sure... [Red stares dizzily at the lunch he had brought with him. He isn't sure why, but somehow he just doesn't feel like eating. At your touch, the muscles in his arm tighten, instinctively preparing for fight or flight.

It's a good idea on your part to be wary of him. His entire team is, in fact, very powerful. You haven't shown to be up to anything however, and on the island, the rule is definitely "innocent until proven suspicious".]

How can you not know?

[He sounds a little annoyed, it just doesn't add up to him. You should know what's going on with you more than anything else, thinks the guy who always ends pushing past his limits on a regular basis. In other words, there is nothing to worry about...life or death wise anyway.

His eyes follow Red's stare, rummaging around with his free hand. Gold touches and pushes through everything in the remote area except for Red's lunch. Seems like different tactics must be taken.]

Roberto, Fernando, Alejandro, c'mere. [He has both hands on Red, not so gently.]

Help me get him up, we might have to take him.

[Hello, pot? Meet kettle. He probably wouldn't have gotten sick if he hadn't continued training for eighteen hours straight in a recent rainstorm. Insane, harsh training regimens are his daily routine.

Nevertheless, the question gets you a weak glare that's more like an annoyed grimace than anything. He can usually tell when something is wrong with his body. He just can't seem to focus on anything or muster up any energy right now...

Panic surges when you start lifting him up, along with those words. Blame it on paranoia, but he will struggle - weakly, of course, from the fever, but he'll struggle all the same.]

... Hnnnn... Nnn... No...!

[It seems like Gold is always sick; when he's not exhausted beyond belief, he's attending to his never ending cold.]

Too bad.

[Seeing as how Red's condition cannot amount to a decent opposition, he's sure no harm will befall any of them, signaling the Miltanks who stopped midway. They look at another, reluctant to continue until Gold administers a death glare.

Gold should have probably made the observation to get more...nimble helpers. It is his ability to miss the important things right in front of him that prevented him from noticing the lunch in Red's hands. Or that his Miltanks were very endowed ladies, although to be fair, they were on the boyish side, and Gold couldn't resist a little breaking of the gender quo.

Better hope Venusaur, Charizard, and Kangaskhan are heavy sleepers, the calvary's a'comin.]

[Red actually doesn't get sick very often, despite his lack of total care for himself. He ignores it anyway, though, so it's often like he doesn't get sick.

Red might not be able to do much right now, but his team sure can. While he can't call out loud enough to wake any members, your Pokemon woke Vates earlier. Thus it is one angry Alakazam coming to stop you from continuing to upset Red.]

V... Vates...!

[That doesn't look good. Can't that Pokemon see we're trying to help?? It looks like trying to outright explain won't help in the slightest. He whistles for Shippo, the Houndoom rushing in front of Vates.]

This is for his own good--stop him Shippo!

[The Houndoom will let out a warning fire; he doesn't look too thrilled with the order though.]

[Vates has heard that excuse before, too. You'll have to forgive him if he's a bit skeptic - in his world, Red is on the run from the entire Pokemon League, and psychic though he may be, reading your mind to check your intentions would take more time than he'd care to risk right now.

Unfortunately for you, stopping to calmly explain would likely have worked out. But reacting with an attack? Nope, that earned you no points. Red squints at your Pokemon...]

... R... Retrahitur... In... Ins... [He doesn't need to finish. Vates already knows - the command means Focus Blast.]

[It was probably bad to be hasty, but you can't be ahead of the game without initiative. Be aggressive. Stick to your guns.

And on the top of the list, fight fire with fire. Even though Gold is more of a farmer than an actual Trainer.
Gold catches on to Red's order too late. Houndoom, confused by the situation, lets out another flamethrower.]

Dangit..Judas!

[The Ponyta charges at Vates, reaching out with his hooves.]

[That Ponyta gets a compact but no less powerful Psywave Red didn't even need to order! Vates has been trained for quite some time, so your Fire-type attacks don't bowl him over.

He's going to push through to try to get Red away from you. The whole team has had plenty of time to get used to a world where the entire League is out to get Red, and they'd rather not have anything similar happen to him here. The Alakazam knows to wake the others if this takes too long.]

[Judas isn't a pushover. He didn't get knocked as far as Shippo, but more than anything his pride is hurt. His knees buckle, managing to get up the second time.

Desperately he directs a Fire Spin at Vates, a misfire that hits Gold after he is pushed away by Vates.]

Judas, stop!...b-back off...

[He's upset, but his words sound like pleas. Gold lays back in exhaustion after he stops rolling off the remaining embers.]

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