Hyperion/Pheobe/Oceanus
Fullmoon Highway
Cloudview Cliff Safehaven

Hyperion breathed a sigh of relief as he clearly saw the last remaining foes high-tail it out of there. He spotted no bags or anything on the like of any of the Pokemon-the only prize would be the Dagger, useless in his hands and inferior in make to the one Pheobe had. Better still, it appeared there were Pokemon that WERE in fact in a good mood, a pleasent surprise and the first good thing that's happened to him in a long time. Well, second-the first was surviving what he could only guess to be a Mega Wailord or something else eating their ship.

Oceanus just kept breathlessly pounding and pounding and pounding, only somewhat aware of the moderate pains from the Double Kick and Sky Uppercut, until he finally noticed his victim was very dead. He stopped, panting heavily, and that's when he really started to notice the pain-but it wasn't much. The skin would be bruised but he didn't think anything would be broken. The Adernaline died, leaving Oceanus feeling much weaker than he did before. He just had to wonder what that was about.

Pheobe, meanwhile, gave a considerable gaze across the area as the noise died down, before almost returning to rubbing out the red liquids coating her fur, before the message returned from the Gourgeist.

<"Hello, there. Thanks for the help in the battle. My name is Perish, leader of the Cloudview Cliffs Safehaven. My friends over there are my two betas, Clara the azumarill and Starr the linoone. Thank you again. May I know your and your friends’ names? And would I be correct in thinking that you’re not… from here?">

Thinking more clearly and mildly more capable of composing a legitimate message rather than a hurried rush of thoughts like before, Pheobe tried to take her mind away from the blood and turned to her teammates as they walked in.

"I guess the ghost-type is Psychic as well?" Hyperion said. "All this quiet but it looks like you're talking."

"...Yes. Yes she is. She wants to know who we are...No point not telling at this point." Pheobe said.

"Better than nothing, they'll help us tell what's going on and they're not trying to kill us." Oceanus said. Pheobe's eyes were briefly magnetized to the sight of blood on his arms, but Oceanus didn't seem to bother with it.

Hyperion sighed. "Go ahead. Let's see if they'll lend a hand...Oh please lend a hand please..."

<"...My name is Pheobe, and these two are Oceanus-the Samurott-and Hyperion-the Pidgeot. We were...Shipwrecked here, yes. Hyperion remembers it, we were attacked by that...Odd Wailord, I suppose? We barely managed to escape to the shore before it ate us, or wash up there in our cases...Oceanus doesn't remember anything and I think I'm having a hard time recalling things too..."> Pheobe 'said.' She opted not to mention the whole fact about arriving by prisoner boat, that might leave a bad taste for the introduction.

<"We don't know what's going on here, at all, and, well, we need help, badly. Do you know what's going on? Could you help us? We'll be willing to help with anything."> Pheobe said.

She wasn't sure what was really going on, but they HAD to ask and they couldn't afford to not basically beg. ANY aid would be gracious at this point.