P-Please Follow The R-rules!!

“I suppose,” Philippe replied with a shrug. “It’s still good to know how to battle so you can build up your strength… but if you say it’s not something you want, then that’s alright, I guess.”

He had to stifle a laugh when he brought up how gentle Slither Wing was, the sight of him curled up on top of Ishimaru making it harder to contain. He really was one of the most gentle Pokemon he'd ever met. He was stronger than he acted obviously but he only rarely showed that since he was more than happy just to be around them.

A chuckle left the Ghost type at that but he frowned as he realized they had been walking for longer than they should have been. It wasn't the first time a ghost had tried to throw him off like that but he knew better than to ignore it. So he listened carefully and then pointed to what looked like a normal wall, peering through it to hear whispering before he motioned for them to follow him through.

Locked in a Room starters

He'd smirk at that and seem amused at his words as he kept an ear out for any tell of their target's approach. While he understood his concern he also hadn't seen him or Slither Wing on the job before either. He was more than happy to show him how differently he used moves and how good of a team they were.

Colette nodded affirmatively. "I guess that Ishi's the ghost bait, huh? It might disappear if Philippe leaves with him. It's a shame that we have to put our trainers in danger in order to figure out what this thing wants with Ishi."

Stuffy would wave his arms as he spoke and point out that it was better to deal with it now. If it was able to make him come there, how he still didn't know, then just leaving wouldn't do anything. He was going to find out what it wanted and then make it leave him alone. Just dealing with ghost types was more than enough.

Skiddo would glance back at Ishimaru before giving him a smile at his words. Battling wasn't something he was used to either but that didn't mean he hadn't been trained to use his moves. It was just different how he did it. So Philippe should hopefully be able to see that and apply it in his own way too.

Philippe looked down as Ishi suddenly began to breathe so heavily, and he gasped softly as he saw Ishi's eyes seeming to glow. He then looked over as he heard Stuffy attacking whatever he saw. The Banette then seemed to gesture for him to go towards the noise whatever was made, which made Philippe rather nervous. Whatever it was, it did not sound like a Pokémon.

The ghost type would move ahead of him and make sure nothing tried to come near him or Ishimaru as they went along, hearing him continuing to be caught in whatever hold it had on him fueling him. Though as Colette came out he would gesture at Ishimaru and then down the alley before miming what was going on to her as he spoke.

Philippe was quite concerned by that.

He'd nod at that and huff, the gentle sound of Slither Wing purring along with the sounds of nature making him worry. He'd done night missions like this before and he'd never liked not knowing when an attack might happen. It had always been harder to prepare for so as much as he didn't want his trainer getting put in danger he'd be in way more if they didn't stay put.

Philippe faltered at Stuffy's growl, quirking a brow curiously. The Pokémon appeared to ready an attack, and Philippe looked around, wondering what Stuffy was sensing.

Ishimaru's eyes would suddenly open and he would mumble something incoherent as he struggled more, his eyes a bright yellow as he breathed heavily. That was even more proof that something was there and the Banette wasted no time in firing a Shadow Ball down the alley that Ishimaru had been trying to go down, a ghostly shriek echoing from within as he pointed at his trainer and gestured towards the noise with another growl.

Skiddo would motion for him to come join him and keep his voice low so Ishimaru could fall asleep more easily, frowning as he kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Whatever Pokemon had scared so many trainers and the Pokemon living there had to be dangerous and cunning. Why else had no one else managed to even spot it yet?

"And Ishi's afraid of ghost types," Philippe said with a sigh. "Why would they send him out on a mission like this? That's just not fair."

A deep sigh would leave the Grass type as well and he'd glance back at his trainer before letting him in on their secret advantage. If it was a ghost type they'd know immediately. Ishimaru would react instantly. And with how they were with him it was going to go straight for him. As long as they caught it off guard while it was focused on him then maybe they stood a better chance.

Philippe sighed softly. "I don't know what's going on, but this is weird. I can see his breath, but it's about 21 degrees out tonight. Way too warm to see his breath under normal circumstances right now."

Ishimaru would struggle more as he was taken away from the alley and Stuffy would growl as he sensed something present. It wasn't a ghost type. Not the kind he was used to anyway. That much he could tell. But it was still trying to get at his trainer and he was going to do what he always did. Which is why he readied an attack as he kept a lookout for the offending spirit.

Skiddo would motion for him to come join him and keep his voice low so Ishimaru could fall asleep more easily, frowning as he kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Whatever Pokemon had scared so many trainers and the Pokemon living there had to be dangerous and cunning. Why else had no one else managed to even spot it yet?

Philippe nodded affirmatively. "I see, Stuffy. I got this."

He would squirm and attempt to get loose but ultimately wasn't able to do more than that, his breath strangely visible as if it were cold out as he mumbled. Stuffy seemed relieved he'd been stopped despite that and nodded with a sad noise. How his trainer had gone outside at all bothered him and the fact that there weren't any ghost types that took advantage of it even more so. Something wasn't right. He could feel it getting colder. This wasn't normal.

Philippe nodded, frowning as he watched Ishi clean up. He wished he could help, but he knew the boy would protest while he was in this Pokémon form, so he stayed put.

As soon as he finished and got into his sleeping bag Slither Wing would lay down on top of him again, snuggling his head against Ishimaru's chest while his front legs were over his shoulders. A soft sigh would leave him when he did that but he would pat at his side and sheepishly wish them all goodnight. Skiddo would make sure he could keep watch at the front of the tent as he settled on a pillow. They were here to catch whatever wasn't supposed to be in the zone after all.

Philippe had been walking to the Pokémon Center from the Battle Zone, having battled in the Royale to let off some steam after a long day. He wasn't really paying too much attention to his surroundings until he heard the cry of a nearby Banette.

From how he was gesturing wildly to his trainer and shaking his head it was obvious how unprepared he was for this, dashing after him and using his moves to keep his trainer safe from walking into anything. The entire time Ishimaru didn't stop and nothing his Pokemon did to try and slow him seemed to work. Which only made him panic more as he tried to turn down an alley and signal to Philippe to help.

"Does he fall asleep out of the blue like this often?" Philippe asked worriedly. "That's a sign of malnutrition, and if he's only been eating yakisoba..." He shook his head. "I'd really like him to see a doctor. I'll try to convince him to go as soon as I'm back to normal."

Ishimaru had struggled to get out from under the moth currently snuggling him but he just managed, taking deep breaths before quietly cleaning up the bowls and switching into some sweatpants and a large plain t-shirt. It hung off him and during putting it on more scars had been visible, a series of several of them across his shoulder blades being the worst ones. Though he was quickly unrolling his sleeping bag and setting up a place for Phillipe to sleep.

Somewhere closer to him? That did sound good... At least then they would have someone else there to deal with all the... Oh... A yawn escaped from his trainer as he stretched and patted at his face with his hands to keep himself up, a frown coming to his face before he called for Slither Wing. The squeak of surprise as he was suddenly picked up and moved back into the tent before being laid on top of made a smirk come to his face before he went to go and get his trainer's nightwear.