A few minutes into waiting for the others to come back, Hierophant and the mix-match Pokemon eventually hear distant commotions drawing closer to the area. Looking towards the sky, they find Tarot Skitty chasing Yamask around, throwing Shadow Balls and Will-O-Wisps at it while it used the telekinetic powers of the Hanged Man card to knock them away.
"Oh no...." Hierophant mutters as he jumps onto Excalibur, "We better stop them before one of those projectiles hit the station!"
Excalibur barks as he leaps into the air, flapping his Moltres-shaped wings to catch up to the Houdour fight.
Yamask catches sight of the oncoming Shiny Arcanine and quickly turns one of its curled hands towards him, causing him to freeze in place as the Spirit Pokemon about's face and throws him towards Tarot Skitty, knocking Hierophant and Genbu off while catching the Skitty-headed Robot Master by surprise before colliding with the unwitting, furry projectile and sending both falling towards the ground.
Hierophant quickly pulls his staff out and points it into the air while Grabbing Genbu by the rock side of his shell, "FLOAT!"
his staff glowed before splitting apart and planting themselves into his back, forming a pair of white wings which he quickly flaps to slow his descent back towards terra firma. Once on his feet, they hear a crash and look to find Tarot Skitty crushed under a dazed and disoriented Excalibur, the impact accidentally squeezing Yan-Yan out of its mouth and reverting it back to its expressionless Skitty form. They try to catch up to Yan-Yan only for the card to be flung off the ground and into Yamask's hand, quickly turning and fleeing into the station.
"Not again...!" Hierophant groans, wanting to run after the fleeing Pokemon, but instead turns his focus back towards Excalibur and the now wayward Tarot Skitty and runs over to tend to their new predicament.
During that time, Quickie had resumed her sketching and had since finished a sketch of James. She wasn't paying close attention to what James was saying, and thus didn't reply. Instead, she changed the subject, turning to a blank page to draw some more. "I don't treat him like a Pokemon. I treat him like a person. The circumstances of one's birth, how one looks, how one's brain is wired, whatever label is attached to them... those are all irrelevant. What one does with their life determines who they are. Their past may help define them, how they perceive the world, but their past should not control them. Their past is not who they are, just as what they look like or what they're called is not who they are." She glanced up for a moment. "I may have come from a broken home, my view of society may be skewed by my experiences, and how my brain is wired may impact how I see things, but all of those are not who I am. I am more than a label. Mewtwo is more than a label. We all are more than the labels that society attaches to us." Falling silent again, she returned to her sketching.
"I treat all my Pokémon as equals as well, talking to them like they're people and stuff. They seem to respond a lot better like that... The only reason they're in these damn balls here is because of protocol... My friends here seem to have caused enough trouble, and I'd hate to be the cause of more..." Taylor added. "And you, uh, got another chair or somethin'? My back is killin' me..."
James snorts and kicks a nearby chair towards Taylor, "You two seriously need to take a glimpse into common sense. Very few Pokemon have the ability to speak the human language by means other than vocal, therefore it's hard for a Pokemon to approach civilization without someone calling it a threat and sending someone OTHER than a trainer to capture it and make sure it behaves like a typical house pet."