She'd been on guard duty with her usual partner - Spice. They'd watched as Razor went off on his business, and they'd made the usual and expected comments. Yes, Razor DID look fairly buff and muscular - though without the warrior spirit that would make the package something they could get into. He likely had good stamina too, but without any fighting skills or aggression in him - it was like drinking warm water. It could satisfy certain needs but not be anything one really desired.
Then the odd scent. It was sort of musky-sweet to Sugar's nose, while Spice had insisted it smelled like lavender to her.
Both of them had been swaying on their feet before either had realized it.
She hadn't been able to wake Spice up, so Sugar had gone in search of a healer, trying to remain awake herself. Panic had helped. It was unnatural for both of them to grow exhausted at the same time.
She had passed several others who were collapsed before the sight had penetrated her sleep-fogged mind enough to register. Then a real fog had begun forming.
Fog this late in the morning wasn't natural either.
A fog which smelled sweet but musky, same as the scent that she'd argued with Spice about.
Sugar had remembered an attack by two girls of the Herbal Village, and that there was a counter. She'd wet a sash down and covered her nose and mouth. That had helped a little. She still felt strangely thick and uncoordinated.
She drew her weapon when she got back to where she'd left Spice and her fellow guard was missing. The familiarity of the heavy blade in her hands was some small comfort in a situation like this.
She heard a crash, as of pottery breaking on the floor, and turned in that direction.
Nothing though. Other than her own labored breathing there was only the sort of silence that normally could be heard in the village at night.
Why would those girls from the Herbal Village be attacking? Shampoo wasn't here.
Sugar took as deep a breath through the wet cloth as she could, then started out in the direction the crash had seemed to come from. When she ran across those two she'd demand answers!
"So, uhm, Rude? Where ARE we?" asked Reno.
"This is not any League I'm familiar with," said Rude. "You?"
"I got nothing," admitted Reno.
"They haven't even heard of pokegirls here, much less can supply any," said Rude.
"Oh? You found someone who understood you?" asked Reno.
"Yeah," said Rude. "Kind of. Not very well. Said the name of the place is Baicheng in some League called China."
"Oh hell," said Reno.
"Yeah, that's what I thought too," said Rude. "Time travel. You saw the Entemann Report too, eh?"
"Yeah, how could Cocooner create a Psychic or Magic type unless she can alter her own Type," said Reno. "In which case she can potentially manifest techniques impossible for her usual Bug Type. So we're in our own past."
"So what do we do?" asked Rude. "If we're in the past, then do we stop Sukebe from spreading his war? Is that even possible?"
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