Mahogany Town (Souvenir Shop)|Late Afternoon 
Once the request is out, all Max can do is wait for an answer. The Vileplume giggles at her request, and she has the feeling she already knows what the answer is going to be. Well, it was worth a shot. Hope she's gonna be okay later.
The sickly sweet response is grating, and the grass type just keeps going.
She looks in the Vileplume's direction, careful to keep a more neutral expression. "That's so sweet of you to care so much about your little pony,"
she starts, and the word choice doesn't escape Max's attention. The Vileplume is talking to her like she's a child. Given the stellar personality, she isn't sure if that was the Vileplume's normal speaking tone, or if she was getting special treatment. Joy.
Then the actual answer to her question is, "But my trainer didn't say you could, so no one here gives a shit."
At this point, the answer isn't suprising, and Max isn't going to push the issue. If need be, she just wouldn't pull Misty out unless very specific circumstances demanded it. As if to throw her power in this painfully onesided situation around, the Vileplume threatens, "And if you do bring her or any other pokemon out, I'll stuff your throat with so much poison, you'll be dead before you hit the ground~!"
If Lynn is going to be completely honest, it is about what she expected, but goddamn, does this Vileplume think she is stupid? She might be scared. She might want to get the fuck out of there. But like hell she is going to pull a prison break when she is outnumbered, probably overpowered, and the oh so lovely redhead has her claws on Grigori.
What she does not
expect is the Persian getting to their paws and walking over to her. The cat rubs against her legs in an almost affectionate manner as she purrs, "Now Belladonna." Appropriate name. "Is really that any way to treat our new hostage? Poor baby's scared enough as it is. All she wants to do is check on her little horsey."
Despite the lovely description of her, she couldn't help but internally wonder, Do... Do I really look that young?
Even though Max isn't the best at picking up the mood, she did notice how this cat that is supposed to be one of the guards is
standing between her and the creepy ass Vileplume and fighting for her request. Something about the atmosphere feels... thick. The Persian soon walks closer to the grass type, and they start speaking incredibly quietly. Max tries to listen in, but then the other human in the room slips past the two Pokemon.
The other smiles down at her and teases,"You have the worst timing, kid," At least she seems to be friendly... And she thinks I'm a kid too. Damn, I must look young. Shrinking against the floor probably isn't helping, but you know what, fuck it.
The blonde then nods towards the still conversing cat and plant Pokemon before adding, "Course, since I'm in the same boat I guess I can't say much now can I?"
The other female seems much more relaxed about the situation, and Max decides to try feeding off that. Unfortunately, she still has social anxiety that would take more than that to relax her.
Max lets out a nervous laugh, "Guess not."
She falls silent afterwards as she waits for the verdict to be handed down. Talking really isn't her strong suit, and she is distracted by the hushed conversation. She had expected this to be a simple yes or no matter, but it seems that all is not quiet on the western front. She swears she sees Belladonna grab the Persian, but the matter is soon settled.
The Vileplume turns to look at her again, and she still has that damn smile,"Fine, sweetie, you can let her out and nurse her. If you try to escape, the darling Nidoqueen outside'll snap your and your cute little pony's spines and leave you as decoration. But I'm sure you knew that."
Again, she's not sure if the threat is supposed to be a threat or another insult to her intelligence.
Max has to stop herself from rolling her eyes as she nods and very quietly responds, "Yes Ma'am."
Yet another confirmation that that habit never died... and it probably doesn't help the fact that they think she's young. Oops.
The Persian then comes back over to her, sits down, and look at her for a few seconds. Max turns her head in confusion and raises an eyebrow at the lookover, but she otherwise remains quiet. The cat then said, "Let's see your hurt little pony, then. After, we can resume our game of 'Would You Rather?'"
Oh that game... Infamous icebreaker lots of people use to make the quiet people talk. Unfortunately, it either backfires horribly, or in her case, she almost always somehow made it not fun. Another oops. She can't really deny the request though. This cat did just stick her neck out for her, and she is still a guard. Do what your captors want, and you might get off easy.
She nods in response to the cat, and reaches into her hoodie pocket to pull out Misty's Pokeball. The other woman then said excitedly, "Oh that's right! You said you had a Ponyta, right? Let me see it!"
She leans over Max's hunched position, and she can't help almost shrinking into the ground more. While she isn't particularly afraid of the blonde, she is uncomfortably close, and Max's skin starts crawling in response to the unfamiliar human being so close. Pokemon being in her space? Fine. Humans? EEGHH. It really depends on context and the person involved that determines how badly she reacts to touch. At least this one is a female, but that still doesn't help right at this moment.
As if sensing her distress, the Sylveon speaks up, "Give the girl some space, Fenix!" Fenix? Another appropriate name. Wait. That name rings a bell...
The Eeveelution continues his beratement of the other woman, and Max listens intently. "Just because someone has a fire type doesn't mean you get to suddenly be in their business, even if you are an expert. It's her Pokemon." Fire types? "Play your games, but let the child be. We have other matters that are much more pressing than you gawking at a fire horse."
She is grateful for the Sylveon's input, and it does seem to make Fenix back off some. Then the last part of what he said hit her. Oh goddammit, he thinks I'm a kid too. Fuck it. Accept your eternal youth, Lynn. If bars ever come back, you will be forever carded.
She properly pulls out the Pokeball containing Misty, and she forces herself to calm down. Misty could pick up on emotions like nobody's buisness, and the Ponyta is already spooked. No need for her to think her trainer is as well, or that would cause her to potentially freak out more. And God forbid that would make her bolt. She isn't going to lose another one because of her stupid mistakes. Putting on her clinical face and pushing herself into a kneeling position, she says, "Alright, just need some room."
She presses the button on the ball to release Misty, and soon the Ponyta materializes in front of her. The pony is still in her lying down position, but she the scents of so many unfamiliar pokemon and humans makes her stagger to a standing position. "Woah there, take it slow."
As if unhearing, the small horse's blue eyes dart around in fear, "M-Max? What's going on? Where are we?"
She then fully sees the others in the room, "Who are they?"
Speaking quickly to make sure the Vileplume doesn''t say something to freak Misty out more, Max says, "Uh, did you hear any of what I said to Spidey? If not, well, we got caught."
The Ponyta's voice almost cracks in fear, "Oh god!"
As if watching someone else panic calms her, Max's voice holds strong, "We'll be fine, Misty. They just want us to help them look around."
She challenged, "Then why this? How do you know?"
Max answers, "Well, we're not dead yet, and that has to count for something."
Then leaning closer to the scared fire horse, she cups her hands around Misty's face and starts rubbing the horse behind the ears. The action has the intended effect as Misty relaxes a little. Max learned this trick with Misty not too long after she joined their group, and it was a miracle worker for helping the former therapy Pokemon calm down. Oh the irony there.
In a hushed whisper, Misty mutters, "I'm sorry..."
As far as she is concerned, this whole debacle is her fault. Her crash had caught the attention of their captors, and now they are stuck doing someone else's bidding.
Leaning closer to Misty's ears, Max murmurs, "Don't worry about that, okay? We'll be fine."
After feeling the horse nod her head in acknowledgement, Max pulls away and leans back. "Now I need to make sure you're okay, our guards have graciously allowed me to check while we wait."
She nods towards the Persian and the others. "Biggest concern being a concussion. You're obviously speaking and understanding fine, but I need to do some other things..." "Flashlight test?""You got it,"
She affirms as she reaches back down into her hoodie pocket. She pulls out the black flashlight, clicks to turn it on, and points the lit end towards the Ponyta's face. Both pupils contract simultaneously and to the same size. She smiles at Misty, "You're good on that front."
She then begins inspecting the Ponyta's limbs and chest intently to look for scrapes, and also found none, thankfully. To the others in the room, especially to the guards, she says "She seems fine, but to be completely certain about the concussion, it would be better if I could keep her out for a bit longer. Make sure she's actually able to hold onto memories and stuff. But,"
her eyes wander over the guards again, "I don't want to push my or her welcome."