Fenice laughed a bit.
"I'm so sorry, I can get a bit... Excited at times. Of course you need time to think this through, and you have the time, since you are a part of Team Fauna. I'm just saying that we can do a lot of good now for the Pokemon. A whole lot of good."
Gai started to feel a bit left out, having no... "Special" abilities to speak off.
Illana nodded slowly, looking down at Scizor for a moment before she glanced at Zubat. Her voice was low as she conferred with the Pokemon. "What should I do?"
"If ye can get us in deeper, ye should. Y'might be able t' get word wit' th' higher-ups. I'm not sayin' ye should tot'lly agree, but ye may wan' t' c'nsid'r it. Fer now, say ye'll help out any way ye can, but dinnae start goin' an' gettin' y'self inta spreadin' bullocks at rallies, aye?""Gotcha," Illana nodded and cleared her throat. After a moment, she looked to Fenice.
"Okay, I wanna help Scizor, and I wanna help others like him. I'd rather avoid rallies, if at all possible. Can't speak in front of crowds, you know? But, I wanna help."
(All part of ze plan!)
Mr. P got out of his chair, and went over to Prof. Hypno, who was clearly fatigued. He guided the Prof over to the couch, and slowly eased him onto it.
"Prof. Hypno... I have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that your research has helped more than 70% of the Pokemon population in Hoenn with disabilities. So... You do deserve a vacation. The bad news..."
Mr. P walked towards the window behind his desk, his head held low.
"And it's with regards to Professor Mulberry. He... Has dearly departed from this world. There... Was an accident at Birch's lab with regards to the monovirus research. Mulberry... Was directly infected by the monovirus through a bite he got from that Shiny Zigzagoon... It was not a pretty sight. The monovirus worked in a completely different way when directed contracted by a human... No one knew what to do..."
Prof. Hypno stared wide-eyed at Mr. P, his mouth agape. Mulberry was gone. The news hit him like a punch in the gut and a lump formed quickly in his throat. His vision became blurry, and he dropped his gaze to his lap as tears sprung to his eyes and his shoulders began to rock with sobs.
Mulberry was his friend and trainer. Mulberry had adopted him from the Breeder after he was rejected by his mother. Prof. Hypno's early life since his premature birth was spent in an incubator, hooked up to machines, and the Breeder being told that he would never walk, much less battle. Even after he was stabilized and took time to mature enough to survive outside of the womb, his prognosis was still bad. When he was returned to his mother, she rejected him.
He was ostracized by his own mother and by his littermates, and even the Breeder didn't want him around. They didn't want their clients to see that their competition-ready Pokemon had birthed a cripple. Prof. Hypno was hidden away and kept a closely-guarded secret.
Until Mulberry came along.
Mulberry had been meeting with Breeders and looking for a Pokemon to take on as a lab assistant. When he arrived at the breeding facility, the owners saw it as their chance to get rid of Prof. Hypno. He was given to Mulberry, who took him in, trained him, educated him, and helped him gain enough mobility that he could live independently. It was Mulberry who had arranged for Prof. Hypno to live at the care home, where he could be independent, but still have access to help when he needed it.
Now, however, Mulberry was gone.
Prof. Hypno never had a chance to say goodbye. He didn't even have a chance to talk to the man after the seizure that almost took his own life. His breath came to him in choked sobs as he cried, his face buried in his hands.