Before today, Connor had never been inside human places. He'd gone near them, but...first it was the city, now this "mansion". That's what the others called it before, right? It's so weird and everything is so close together, nothing like all the places he would travel to with Penelope, back when she was still with him. She's out there, somewhere, but why would she ever wander into a human "mansion"? What if by staying here, he never sees her again... no, that's impossible. Penelope is his sister, and would never abandon him like Halloween did. Though he still wishes she could be here right now, to protect him from the things
that the shadow Pokemon said were lurking in the garden. Sure, Connor has other Pokemon here to keep him safe, but it's just not the same. Nobody can be the same as Penelope.
Even so, he still sticks as close as he can to Polnareff, watching the other Pokemon settle onto something he doesn't know the name of. It's sad how hurt Pol is, and all because he'd been fighting for them. Connor may feel tired and his paws may be aching, but he doesn't have the right to complain about it. He's lucky to even be alive after all that's happened! ”You can come up here. They’re… soft.”
Connor perks up a little at the invitation. Polnareff wouldn't mind him being there? It doesn't look like there's a lot of room, but he's not very big himself. Would he really not mind? It takes a little effort, but putting all of his minuscule strength into his jump lets Connor get onto the bed without slipping off. Pol was right-this thing he's standing on is soft, especially compared to all the rough ground they've had to walk on all day. This is much better for his poor, hurt paws. Despite being dead tired, Connor can't help but smile a little bit. He takes a spot next to Polnareff that's as far from the door as possible, curling up close next to the other Pokemon and closing his eyes.
While Connor jumps up onto the bed, Michael is too busy looking around the room for something useful to notice the invitation was also meant for him. A part of him wonders if maybe Polnareff going to sleep isn't the best idea, not with how wounded he is, but it's not like they have the ability to-"You weren't paying attention. I said what they were earlier."
, every time she pops up from whatever shadow she's sneaking about in, his heart takes another damn plunge. What, is it at his paws now? Beyonce must find this to be absolutely hilarious every time, ha ha, Michael is easily frightened and all I have to do is go through a shadow to get him. Big fucking laugh. They're potions, and they're shaped like uhhhhh, Sparky's head there. They got little triggers on them that you pull to spray the medicine. I think there's some in that desk over there. Or in another one, I forget.""I didn't actually know what a potion is. But thanks for the info."
Why the hell would a potion be shaped like Wildheart's head, anyway? That sounds both awfully convenient and a little unnerving.
Speaking of Wildheart, he provides his own answer. "I think I remember seeing one or two wearing long beige strips of some sort. Wouldn't know where they would keep them. Couldn't open their boxes if they were here."
Humans wear beige stripes when they're hurt? Huh. Michael wouldn't have ever guessed something like that; humans are a bunch of fucking weirdos, apparently. It's not really the most helpful thing in the world, but...at least he knows what to keep an eye out for. It's not like he'll be any better off getting anything around here open, either, as he's discovered by attempting to paw at some of the dressers (if that's what they're really called). Everything in this room seems clumsy, and ill-suited for Pokemon like him. Michael supposes that's because this is a human
room, but still... it's inconvenient and annoying. "Youuuuu, were talking about bandages. I ain't seen any of those in a long time. The humans made sure to take those with them. But, you could probably just tear up some of the bed sheets and get the same kinda thing. Just remember to use the potions first. Aren't I helpful?"
Michael shouldn't be surprised to hear there aren't any of these bandages, though whether he can trust Beyonce's word is another story entirely. Hell, she might be fucking with them and there aren't any potions, either, you never know. The most irksome part of it all is that she's so sarcastic and utterly devoid of perceivable emotion, it's almost impossible to guess her intentions other than "I love pissing people off". Great. At least she's made herself scarce for the time being, though that's not saying much when you're talking about a Pokemon that can quite literally become a shadow in the night. "If anyone's going to be able to get that desk open, it's not me. I've already tried opening everything in this room,"
he grumbles, cursing every human ever for their shitty choices and lack of consideration for four-legged Pokemon. Michael also takes the time out of his night to glare at the leaf still in his foreleg, because it's seriously pissing him off. There's no way he's getting any sleep with this damn thing, and no sleep is exactly what he needs when they're in unfamiliar territory.
Luckily for Michael, some of the softer objects can be gathered without disturbing Polnareff and Connor... hopefully. If they're what Beyonce described as bedsheets, he has no idea, but he's willing to at least guess they'll be helpful. Opening desks and dressers and whatever may not be his forte, but it's not like he can't tear things up to use as bandages-but-not-actually-bandages. Even if they don't have any potions yet, it's better than nothing.
(knowing my luck I probably referenced him knowing what potions are earlier in the team and totally forgot about it lmao. Just a heads up, though, we'll likely be undergoing a timeskip next round.)