Warren
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*"I remember you! What was it, last month? You made quite the name for yourself during the gym challenge. I hear people already want to see you try again next year. *Some* Even say you could beat the champion one day..."*
*"Huh? Oh... Um... Thank you?"*
*"Hehe, no need to thank me kid. You've done it all on your own. Well, *With* Help from your sister Bea, I suppose. But let's not downplay your success, alright? Hahaha! Tell me kid, what...*Motivates* You? What...*Drives* You? I hear it's not just getting stronger."
*"I... Um..."*
*"You?"*
*"I want... I want to help my f-friends. I wan' a job where I don' have to worry about them... I want to be around them."*
*"And by friends, you mean... You do... Huh, so you thought being champion would give you more time for those ghastly friends of yours, yes? Hmmm..."*
*"W-What?"*
*"What if I offered you a different job? Would you take it?"*
*"...Does it have to do with my friends?"*
*"More than likely!"*
*"...What is it?"*

Allister woke up with the worst headache he'd ever had! Immediately squeezing his eyes shut to block out the light, he rolled over in bed-wait, there was a bed now. When did he get in this bed, and what even *Happened* Last night? The memory was a blurry haze of stupid actions, more people getting injured, and soda that might not have been a good idea to drink, after all. The soda would explain his nagging headache, as the the boy rolled off the bed, falling onto the floor with a loud thud. Oh gosh, his head.

Allister wasn't in the mood to walk anywhere, so he just sat up against the bed, and looked around the room. It was...
"Wh-who... Who makes a room like this?" That was all the young ghost gym leader could ask, while he looked around the creepy room. He liked creepy stuff as much as the next trainer associated with his type, but this was a bit much... Why did Leon bring them *Here* Of all places? He had both of their rooms, anywhere else in the mansion, or the town... Was there a reason (other than how messed up this place looked) that no one would look here?


"Ugh..." Allister grumbled. With that sickening feeling returning, but this time, it was mixed with a much more familiar sensation. Something brushed against his head, and Allister squeaked, trying to smack whatever bug had landed on him. It wasn't a bug... The tuft on his head was pointing at... Something.
And that something *Probably* Wasn't alive...
"H-Hullo?" Allister called.
Iris
The light coming from a break in the window's curtain jarred Leon awake. He slowly sits up in bed, his hair frizzled. Now positioned up, his bangs are covering his eyes. Not that he needs to look through them at the moment as they're still closed. Leon's head doesn't hurt, but he felt a bit sick to the stomach. A long five minutes passed and Leon might as well fall asleep sitting up, but he finally open his eyes and peered around the room. It took yet another moment for him to realize where he is. *"Am I having a nightmare?"* He thought when seeing how *Evil* The room looked. Seriously, it looked like he was in some kind of sacrifice ground!

And then, it all comes flooding back to him. The entirety of yesterday hits his brain in waves (~~Maybe that alcohol got his memory slow~~) and Leon spazzed enough to jump from the bed and flop to the floor. He's near the bathroom entrance. "Allister! Good morning!" He tries sitting up but really didn't have the motivation at the moment. What were they doing again? Running? Fugitives like them must break for it when they can! But maybe... They can relax here and get their bearings first. "This room was the only one I could think to go to... Where we won't be surrounded when we wake." He's bold enough to laugh to that. "How was your sleep?" The Galar man catches Allister appearing distracted, though.
Warren
Concentrated on the possible ~~and most likely real~~ ghost in the room, Allister didn't hear Leon stir, having just forgotten that he was around apparently. That was, until the champ called, *"Good morning!"* And he screamed, jumping back and turning around. He stumbled over himself, managing to land on the floor knees first.
"H-hi..." He slowly said. He watched Leon try to get up, only to immediately sit back down. Like he didn't have the willpower to be awake right now. Which was the most relatable feeling ever. As Allister slowly lowered himself into a sitting position, he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door, looking up at Leon.
*"How was your sleep?"*
"Decent," He said, honestly it was. Though Allister still didn't understand why most of his dreams were just him reliving parts of his life... It was weird, like he watched them from a different view. But every time, they felt like something he didn't know the outcome of... Maybe there was something, something beyond him that gave him those feelings. Or maybe he was just insane... He sighed, leaning his head back with a light bump. The weight of his head alone made him just want to rest it there, but he managed to move his eyes to look around the room. What the heck. What kind of place is this?

*"This room was the only one I could think to go to... Where we won't be surrounded when we wake."*
"Wh-what?" Allister managed to sit up straight, now looking at Leon. "Wadymean c-could think of? You've been here before?" Leon *Had* Arrived on the island earlier than the boy, but a room like this? "D-did something happen here?" He added. Now starting to wonder if there really was a dead... Person... In here.