Who?: Koishi and Satsuki
Where?: Satsuki's apartment
When?: July 15th

It was still fairly early in the morning and Koishi was already lounging on Satsuki's couch, her bulbasaur sleeping quite soundly in her lap. Her bag she sometimes carried had been set neatly next to her for once as opposed to being sprawled out on the table. She was trying to coax gothorita over too. At least they were keeping her in place and occupied else she might decide it was a better idea to go over and bother Satsuki...

Of course she could always bother the guardian from across the room.

"Miss White?" Well, there went the peace of breakfast. Though there was an odd tone to her voice, the little youkai's third eye open just a sliver. "I have a question for you, if that's okay. But you don't have to answer it if you don't want to..." A small pause. "When we did the thing with the trials and then give up something to fix the barrier the nice spirit said I could ask a question. I was wondering what you asked it..."

Well that question certainly came out of left field, though from the way she was acting it might have been occupying her thoughts for some time... Or as occupied as someone like Koishi's thoughts could be. "It seemed like a really big deal so I thought you'd probably ask a really important question..."

Video+;

Hello+, I just happened upo+n so+mething called a 'po+keflute' and wo+dered if anyo+ne here had any use fo+r such a device?


Actio+n;

After spending some time wandering Feyren for pokémon to catch (she'd only found the one Houndour before other Pokémon Trainers had challenged her to battles. Pokemon Trainers were pretty serious business, what with the not taking 'no' for an answer when it came to battling. She just wanted to find some more cute monsters, was that so much to ask?

With Barkbeast knocked out and Qwill tired, she decided to return to Everglade to continue her investigation of the serial killer. She would have loved to have Qwill walk with her, but the treecko was a rather lazy sort and didn't like long expeditions, so he rested in his pokéball comfortably. She'd gotten a few names from the  Undead and Deceased Civil Rights Movement Headquarters for people that opposed the movement. Talk to enough people and maybe someone would have a lead. 

It was always possible she'd gotten an address wrong, or maybe the person she was trying to get a hold of just lived in the same building as someone else. 

Eventually it would be time to take a break, though, and Porrim and Qwill would go chill out at a nearby park.