[...] Get out of here. [The reason why everything hasn't collapsed is becoming more apparent. Everything is now encased in ice.
Of course, that's not something for Hilda to be worrying about now. What might be more pressing is the Rock Wrecker that's headed towards her and Zekrom courtesy of Rhyperior.]
You're pretty quick to judge. [Rhyperior can't move, not after his last attack. He can do nothing but endure it- and luckily, that's what he's good at. Silver stays right behind him lest he get hit by the brunt of the Outrage.
But Terrorbolt is a legendary Pokémon, and Silver's not inclined to play fair right now to begin with. From one angle comes an Ice Beam from Feraligatr. From below Terrorbolt come spikes of ice with no real rhyme or reason.]
[...He doesn't take the punch. He doesn't block it. He doesn't even punch back. All he can do is dodge and deflect.
And there's fear on his face for a good few seconds. He's a deerling in headlights. His expression doesn't have any of the anger or determination it should.]
[That just makes her angrier. That makes her swing harder, and grab at his arms or shirt to try and grab him and pull him closer. She's shouting at every swing, letting out a furious "RAAUGH!" as she put every bit of weight and strength into every punch.]
[He straightens up his expression, but he still refuses to hit her. The most he does is shove her if she gets too close to him and tries to grab some part of him.
[Eventually, she'll grab his hands and try to twist them around. Just fast enough, just enough so she can wrap her fingers around the collar of that stupid shirt of his--]
[Getting punched by Hilda hurts. Getting punched by Hilda repeatedly is awful.
But he doesn't care. He really doesn't care when she hits him and doesn't show her any indication of pain. He only really moves his head or flinches to protect his eyes. In fact, he seems to ignore it after the first few punches in favor of paying attention to the battle going on beyond them. Kingdra comes out to join the fray; she backs up Weavile and his awful weakness.]
[She gets a surge of anger at that, at him ignoring her, and grabs his shirt with both hands to shake him violently.]
Stop it! You were great! You were wonderful! You were everything, and now--!
[She slams him against the ground as hard as she can.]
Now... I'm going to tear down this team, just like I did Team Plasma! This world needs something better, and I thought you knew that! This world can meet that Ideal!
[Zekrom roars even louder, its body glowing bright electric blue as it started to wildly discharge electricity, the bolts scattering across the room (aside from quite a bit going into Rhyperior's Lightningrod, which is the only reason the building doesn't explode).
This is the Hilda that destroyed Team Plasma. This is the Hero of Unova, in a way Silver had never had a chance to witness.]
[Sure, Rhyperior can't absorb all of that electricity, but what he absorbs is more than enough. It charges him. It makes his strength greater than it would be on its own.]
This isn't your world. This is ours, and you're a visitor. Play by my rules or get out of my city.
[This building doesn't have anything left of value in it anyway. It would have been nice to keep it, but it's almost empty anyway. Hilda's even helping cover their tracks.]
[The first instinct she has is to recall her Pokémon. She drops the balls, all at once, and they return. Then, as the first debris from the ceiling starts falling, she wraps her arms around Silver's head and neck, hugging him close to her chest.
It protects his head as the ceiling falls on her, instead, heavy slabs of construction slamming on her back and head... but no matter how much it hurt she didn't let go of Silver until she was finally knocked unconscious by it.]
[That's the last thing he expected. He doesn't even get the chance to react; he's not sure if he'd be able to react if Hilda didn't have a tight grip on him anyway.
She beat him up... And then she protected him? Why?
He's wobbly as he emerges from the debris; he makes sure to cover Hilda so that nothing else falls on her. He can hear sirens and a few of the higher up grunts ask him if he's alright and start to fuss over him and ask him what to do with Hilda but he waves them off and tells them to clean up and get out before anyone's caught. They can't afford to lose anyone.
Rhyperior and Feraligatr both brush the debris off; Weavile and Kingdra took cover under Rhyperior. Silver recalls them all and makes sure to put all of Hilda's Pokéballs securely back on her belt before taking off on Honchkrow...
...But he brings her with him.
She'll wake up in a bare bones shack that is lucky enough to have the space for a door instead of being wide open; more importantly, she'll wake up to be greeted by several Sneasels and a couple of Weavile. A few of them hold cooled claws to some wounds she received while a smaller one climbs on top of her now that she's awake to see if she's okay.]
[Hilda wakes up, but she's not inclined to move. Everything feels distant, so distant, something is off with the world. She recognizes the shapes of Pokémon, but somehow she can't quite piece together the severity of everything.
Particularly? The extremely severe concussion.]
...Mom? Where's mom... I forgot to feed the purrloin... sorry...
[Okay so maybe she needs a few minutes before bouncing back to her normal self.]
What year is it? I can't remember... is it Tuesday?
[The Sneasel all look at each other before letting out a collective sigh. In the meantime, Weavile pops his head inside before heading out again- it's time to find Silver.
Provided that Hilda gains some semblance of clarity anytime soon, she'll notice everything else in the shack; a poor source of light, Silver's jacket hung up, the blanket covering her and the multitude of pillows to cushion her head, first aid supplies that have been left out and neatly ordered, medicine for her Pokémon, Feraligatr guarding the door. There's no food, however, and the place is otherwise pretty bare.]
That is such a wildly bad idea. The pain makes her vision white out, and she collapses again in a daze. After another few minutes to regain her wits, she feels around the back of her head. She doesn't smell blood or feel dampness on her hair, and... nope she doesn't see any red on her fingers when she pulls them back. Everything felt so fuzzy, so distant, and everything was just spinning so quickly. She looked over at Feraligatr.]
[Okay so she's still mostly in a state of confusion, she has a pretty bad concussion. It's evident in how sleepy her tone gets as she fades in and out of awareness.]
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[He doesn't seem too concerned about the state of the building. In fact, he doesn't seem concerned about anything outside of who he's talking to.]
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If that's you, Silver, prepare for the most painful ass-beating of your life.
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Of course, that's not something for Hilda to be worrying about now. What might be more pressing is the Rock Wrecker that's headed towards her and Zekrom courtesy of Rhyperior.]
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[Terrorbolt takes the hit, but recovers. It's been training long and hard, against Silver in that time and against Arceus itself.
The Outrage it unleashes is absolutely ferocious, likely amplified by Hilda's absolute fury.]
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But Terrorbolt is a legendary Pokémon, and Silver's not inclined to play fair right now to begin with. From one angle comes an Ice Beam from Feraligatr. From below Terrorbolt come spikes of ice with no real rhyme or reason.]
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The most important thing is that with her Pokémon engaging his, Hilda's free to charge around them, and swing a punch at Silver's face.]
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And there's fear on his face for a good few seconds. He's a deerling in headlights. His expression doesn't have any of the anger or determination it should.]
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Why did she have to show up? Why now?]
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Punch me, you fucking pussy!
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He's almost ready to laugh.]
Not a chance.
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Then I hope you liked having teeth!!
[Especially since she isn't letting go of her death grip on his shirt any time soon.]
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But he doesn't care. He really doesn't care when she hits him and doesn't show her any indication of pain. He only really moves his head or flinches to protect his eyes. In fact, he seems to ignore it after the first few punches in favor of paying attention to the battle going on beyond them. Kingdra comes out to join the fray; she backs up Weavile and his awful weakness.]
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Stop it! You were great! You were wonderful! You were everything, and now--!
[She slams him against the ground as hard as she can.]
Now... I'm going to tear down this team, just like I did Team Plasma! This world needs something better, and I thought you knew that! This world can meet that Ideal!
[Zekrom roars even louder, its body glowing bright electric blue as it started to wildly discharge electricity, the bolts scattering across the room (aside from quite a bit going into Rhyperior's Lightningrod, which is the only reason the building doesn't explode).
This is the Hilda that destroyed Team Plasma. This is the Hero of Unova, in a way Silver had never had a chance to witness.]
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This isn't your world. This is ours, and you're a visitor. Play by my rules or get out of my city.
[This building doesn't have anything left of value in it anyway. It would have been nice to keep it, but it's almost empty anyway. Hilda's even helping cover their tracks.]
Earthquake.
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It protects his head as the ceiling falls on her, instead, heavy slabs of construction slamming on her back and head... but no matter how much it hurt she didn't let go of Silver until she was finally knocked unconscious by it.]
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She beat him up... And then she protected him? Why?
He's wobbly as he emerges from the debris; he makes sure to cover Hilda so that nothing else falls on her. He can hear sirens and a few of the higher up grunts ask him if he's alright and start to fuss over him and ask him what to do with Hilda but he waves them off and tells them to clean up and get out before anyone's caught. They can't afford to lose anyone.
Rhyperior and Feraligatr both brush the debris off; Weavile and Kingdra took cover under Rhyperior. Silver recalls them all and makes sure to put all of Hilda's Pokéballs securely back on her belt before taking off on Honchkrow...
...But he brings her with him.
She'll wake up in a bare bones shack that is lucky enough to have the space for a door instead of being wide open; more importantly, she'll wake up to be greeted by several Sneasels and a couple of Weavile. A few of them hold cooled claws to some wounds she received while a smaller one climbs on top of her now that she's awake to see if she's okay.]
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Particularly? The extremely severe concussion.]
...Mom? Where's mom... I forgot to feed the purrloin... sorry...
[Okay so maybe she needs a few minutes before bouncing back to her normal self.]
What year is it? I can't remember... is it Tuesday?
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Provided that Hilda gains some semblance of clarity anytime soon, she'll notice everything else in the shack; a poor source of light, Silver's jacket hung up, the blanket covering her and the multitude of pillows to cushion her head, first aid supplies that have been left out and neatly ordered, medicine for her Pokémon, Feraligatr guarding the door. There's no food, however, and the place is otherwise pretty bare.]
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That is such a wildly bad idea. The pain makes her vision white out, and she collapses again in a daze. After another few minutes to regain her wits, she feels around the back of her head. She doesn't smell blood or feel dampness on her hair, and... nope she doesn't see any red on her fingers when she pulls them back. Everything felt so fuzzy, so distant, and everything was just spinning so quickly. She looked over at Feraligatr.]
...oh... hey, buddy. C'mere, I missed you.
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And Silver shows up moments later; he only pokes his head inside, however, and tries to stay quiet when he sees her with Feraligatr.]
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[She scritches that nose! Even as she winces at the slightest movement of her head, which sends the room absolutely spinning. Dizzying...]
...Unless you're dead, then shame on you.
[Hilda.]
S' Silver okay?
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Of course, before he can really express concern with his face, Silver comes in.]
I'm fine. [And he's brought food.]
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[Okay so she's still mostly in a state of confusion, she has a pretty bad concussion. It's evident in how sleepy her tone gets as she fades in and out of awareness.]
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...Oh.]
Don't worry about it. Just get some rest.
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