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Collected from Arsaga:

Dakarai's arms slowly slide away from Raiko's shape, letting him move… at least for a fraction of a second, before the Mewtwo narrows its eyes and draws Raiko up into the air, slowly, the air shimmering around him and keeping him immobile. In his mind, he can hear a frightfully dark voice command: ~Sit. Down.~ A moment later, he's been plunked onto one row of benches, the not entirely soft impact rattling slightly up his spine, even as 'Vendetta' begins to walk up the side, evidently planning to settle down beside him as his watcher. Hopefully, that was all this grouchy fellow was going to do - at whim of those psychic powers, Raiko felt like a Puppet, and a nightmarish vision of being unable to close his eyes crosses his mental landscape for a moment.

Vendetta shifts to sit on a seat right behind Raiko, letting its telekinetic grip on his shape relax as it does, instead resting its forearms on the backs of the seats of his row, three-fingered forepaws wrapping around his arms near the shoulders. ~Don't even think about it,~ its voice growls into Raiko's mind, referring to any future attempts of his to interfere.

The minutes drag on. And on. Until at precisely eight in the evening, without a second's delay - though she would have no means of noticing this, not having a watch on her or anywhere in the room - a blue ripple passes through the air in one corner of the room, displacing the air with a soft 'pop', and a long tail lashes against the cool stone walls as eyes narrow, fixing on her. ~I've been sent,~ the voice grinds into her mind, 'sent' lathered with distaste. ~To pass on a question. He asks whether you feel a desire to intake nutrients.~ Something about the wording suggests even the gymleader didn't phrase it that dryly. The pokémon stares across at Nikki with what can only be described as contempt. Static electricity seems to slowly pulse through the room, brushing her skin, making her hairs bristle.

Her motion to rise elicits a hiss, the plum-coloured fur wrinkling up across the creature's nose, the eyes narrowing to thin, glowing slits, a twitch touching the left shoulder of the humanoid. ~The question was of your desire, human,~ the voice snorts derisively. ~Whether we will cater to it is a different question - and you would be well-advised not to be as arrogant as to assume you can predict our actions. We may deem it fit to… correct your perceptions.~ The pause is accompanied by the gaze sliding across her body, making her tangibly aware of her fragile shape, and, in consequence, of her helplessness toward her captors.

A snort later, the tail whips around as though intending to curl around that vaguely feline shape - then Vendetta disappears much the same way he'd entered, becoming a brief flash of blue light, outlines extinguishing like a flame. The air rushes to fill the space with another soft 'pop' - and then she's by herself again, left to wait.

A blinding light floods the area suddenly, tearing a cry from Neike, who cringes further against the door - and a fierce, frustrated shriek is heard from Devi. As eyes adjust to the new source of light - a sun-like sphere hovering in the center of what is now clearly identified as an arena - the outlines of a purple pokémon can be seen behind Devi, half obscuring her to her comrades, humanoid figure having slung a left arm in stranglehold of her neck, right forepaw seizing her right wrist - the one holding the whip - and yanking it back with almost enough force to dislocate that arm, soft but guttural snarl surfacing from it, its tail lashing in pure irritation behind it.

The tail swipes through the air, missing the Dugtrio as it vanishes into the ground, leaving behind only the shadow of a hole. Uttering another hiss, forepaws sink into the earthy ground as though Vendetta were hoping to grab a hold of the fleeing pokémon, before they withdraw just as swiftly, palms pushing against the ground to raise the Mewtwo back off the ground into its hover, this time to a slightly larger distance, and, tail lashing the air irritatedly, its gaze seeks for signs of the Dugtrio, fur of its nose wrinkled, its shape darting to and fro across the arena, searching.