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[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.]

Earthquake.

[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.]

[Eventually, she does, and tries to sit up.

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.

[Feraligatr thinks about it for a minute before heading over; he wedges his snout under her hand.

And Silver shows up moments later; he only pokes his head inside, however, and tries to stay quiet when he sees her with Feraligatr.]

Hey, man... glad to see you're okay...

[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?

[Feraligatr's not sure if she means right now or period. ...No matter which one it is, the answer is still confusing.

Of course, before he can really express concern with his face, Silver comes in.]

I'm fine. [And he's brought food.]

Good... did you feed Kyurem? I didn't check...

[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.]

[Hilda, what are you talking ab...

...Oh.]

Don't worry about it. Just get some rest.

Man, you got in a fight...

...Wait, that was me, huh. Did I beat your butt good enough? You musta clocked me good, my head is killing me...

...Something like that. [But Hilda only punched him in the face. He's got bruises and injuries all over.

He'd put his jacket back on to cover it up, but there's a big red R on it and he can't take care of someone while making it so painfully obvious that he's a member of Team Rocket. If someone found them, they'd be in trouble. If he went out in it, he'd be in trouble and wouldn't be able to come back, and he refuses to leave Hilda alone like this, even if it means he'll get in even more trouble.

...As that thought stews, he takes his hung up jacket and carelessly tosses it into a corner of the shack, far out of sight and mind.]

[The images are floating in and out, and Hilda's trying to sort through them...]

I think I have brain damage. I keep thinking I saw you leading a Team. And that I can taste purple.

[...] What does purple taste like?

...Like grape soda, actually. But not as sugary. Because you know that grape soda doesn't actually taste like grape...

...You can't actually taste purple, Hilda. [Let's just. Set that straight.]

Yeah I know. I shouldn't be seeing sound either.

I should probably... go to a hospital...

The hospital we have is far away and I doubt you'd want to go there. I can't personally take you anywhere else.

I know you hate doctors, but man, I'm so messed up... if I pass out I don't think I'll wake up.

[She says it so casually...]

Then I can bring you, but I can't go in with you. [If she dies here, she'll still exist in her world.] You should be fine eventually as long as you don't move around.

[Her eyes roll back and she grimaces, the pain overtaking her for a minute.]

...Drag me outside, give The Dude enough room...

...What?