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.]
...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.]
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.
[The minute she feels the warmth of the sun, she reaches for one of the Ultra Balls stuffed deep in her pockets, weakly dropping it on the ground.
Arceus emerges, looking divine and celestial as ever. It needs no command, knowing what Hilda needed.
It lets out a soul-shaking roar, "rewinding" Hilda until it was mere moments before getting struck with debris. She gasps loudly and breathes quickly, grasping tightly onto Silver's shoulders as she came to her senses...]
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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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...Wait, that was me, huh. Did I beat your butt good enough? You musta clocked me good, my head is killing me...
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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.]
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I think I have brain damage. I keep thinking I saw you leading a Team. And that I can taste purple.
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I should probably... go to a hospital...
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[She says it so casually...]
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...Drag me outside, give The Dude enough room...
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Arceus emerges, looking divine and celestial as ever. It needs no command, knowing what Hilda needed.
It lets out a soul-shaking roar, "rewinding" Hilda until it was mere moments before getting struck with debris. She gasps loudly and breathes quickly, grasping tightly onto Silver's shoulders as she came to her senses...]
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he's a little busy staring at Arceus in sheer awe.]
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Why are you leading this Team? What the hell is wrong with you?
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This is none of your business. Go home.
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