Unovan Rose Act 11 (Patreon)

The days following the performance were… rough to say the least. While they had nothing in the way of performances or duties for that matter, it was clear that Rose was not okay. How exactly they should help was a mystery that Haxorus and company could not seem to crack. Yet, they remained at their mistress’s side.

"Rose, are you in there?" Belle called out, freeing Rose from her daze. Staring down at her attire, she was met with a cyan nightgown against the covers of her bed.

"Goodra, could you let Belle in?" Rose asked and Goodra nodded. Waddling over, they took care to open the door up. Stepping out of the way for Belle to pass through, Rose was met with her friend’s regular maid attire. While not the only outfit she had, it was the one that she seemed to wear the most.

“There’s an invitation for the funeral of Delia Ketchum. Was she someone you knew?” Belle inquired and Rose’s gaze fell to her lap. Who had recognized her and put two and two together? The only person she told was her mom. While Professor Oak had probably taken a shot in the dark, Jessie and James were dead. Which just left…

“Team Rocket.” Rose thought, taking a moment to compose herself here. It was unladylike to throw a tantrum over her secret being figured out. Turning back to Belle, a sigh followed. Taking the time to compose herself, only one question remained. “Thank you. Do I have permission to take time off for it?”

Belle nodded, staring at Rose for a couple seconds.

“Do you want any outfits or things in particular washed before heading out?” Belle inquired and Rose raised a finger to her chin. Taking a moment to think it over, an idea came to her.

“My bustle, a couple of my more ‘travel’ dresses and three luxury balls.” Rose answered and got a nod from Belle. Exiting the room, Rose’s attention turned back to her pokemon.

*Where are we going, Ms Rose?* Haxorus inquired and got a sigh from their mistress. Getting out of bed, she made quick time over to her closet. Opening it up, out came one of her lighter dresses. Done up in cyan, there was nothing in the way of petticoats, bustle or underskirts. Slipping the nightgown off, the dress goes on in its place. Once she was finished, Rose turned her attention to her ladies-in-waiting.

“We’re heading to my old home so I can pay my respects.” Rose explained, just catching the nods here as Belle opened the door once more. Bringing with her a suitcase, three luxury balls in hand.

“Are you going to be alright, Miss Rose?” Belle inquired as Rose took the luxury balls off her hands. Setting two on the bed, she tapped the first against Haxorus’s neck. Accepting the gesture, into the ball they went.

“I’m going to need to be.” Rose answered as she switched out balls. Grabbing an empty one, it was now Dragonite’s turn to go in as well. While a touch annoyed that they had to go in a ball, they understood why that was necessary. Which just left Goodra.

*Do I have to go into the ball?* Goodra inquired and Rose nodded. Booping Goodra with the ball, it was surprisingly easy to watch the goo dragon pokemon get pulled in. Setting the two balls beside the first, a deep breath followed. Turning to Belle, she accepted the suitcase.

“The troupe can have a car ready for you when you decide you want to go.” Belle explained as Rose headed over to her closet. While it would take time to pack, she had a pretty good idea of what needed to be done here…