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"You lot certainly are well-travelled," remarked Kotetsu, sounding almost impressed.

Beside him, Ibuki was setting down his sizeable backpack, laying out a large cloth mat, and pulling liquor canteens and cured meats out of his supplies.

Leona sniffed the air again. "New scent. Don't recognise this one."

Brisa padded over in the direction Leona pointed her nose. Soon enough, she spotted the newcomer, and nodded a greeting.

The new arrival was a grizzled old sea-Floatzel, grey around the muzzle and started to develop cataracts in his eyes. He was hunched over on a little walking stick, from which hung a small woven sack full of odd shells and flotsam and such.

"Well, I'll be!" declared the old 'mon. "There's a whole crew of youse! Is any of you fine gentlefolk a doctor? Or... a mechanic, possibly?"
 
“Not gonna complain about this,” Starr remarked upon seeing Ibuki’s provisions. She took a seat on the mat and helped herself to a smoked fish.

Latios tapped his chin at the sea-Floatzel’s request. “A mechanic?”

There was a sudden rush of air as Latias returned, having zipped off over the dunes in the direction the old ‘mon had approached from. “Found it! It’s a real sight too—some kind of mechanical Pokémon, collapsed up past the tide pools.”

“I imagine if you meant a Klingklang or Magneton you’d have just said so,” Latios remarked in a bemused voice.

“Nope. Volcarona.”
 
Leona gave a nasal whuff. "Told ya she'd show."

"Maybe we oughta worry 'bout what kinda state she's in," warned Jesse, paw reflexively passing over his wand holster. "Sounds like it could be as she's crashed..."

As it turned out, something of that nature had surely happened. Amida looked as if she'd fallen heavily into a small shoreline cave, and collapsed its roof. She lay among sand, seaweed, and saltwater on what had been the cave floor. Inactive.

"Found her like this some minutes ago," added the old sea otter, helpfully. "Do you folks know her? Or at least what manner of 'mon she is?"

"Aw hell," growled Brisa. "Last thing we need's her fella showin' up an' seein' that shit. Starr, would'ja help me get her outta there?"
 
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