Lapras Valley University (Semester 2) Starts! LSUs are welcomed!

[Dark-San]

Name: Hiroshi Nagasaki

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Physical Desc.: An averagly tanned muscular body figure. His body bears the scars from his regular beatings of his stepfather who had passed away a few years ago. He has also a funny unique foreign vocal that would probably pissed off the person speaking to him.

Personality: He blamed all of these tortures on him mom, who was powerless to do anything to stop and since then he had left home and vow never to return. Due to this vow, he had been very self-sufficient and had been seen doing part-time jobs whenever he could.

An independent and hardworking boy, he works his way to the top of high school before a company snapped him up for a scholarship. Because of his tortured past, he has a view that using pokemons to battle are cruel. Battles do not seek to bond the trainers with their pokemons but rather tortured them and push them to their limits.

Hence as a result, he despise anyone that comes from the battling degree.

Bf/Gf: Any takers?

History: Though attending the breeding course, he had some form of battling experience before. His first pokemons were a pair of Dratini twins that he once save from being captured by his neighbour who live across the street. His neighbour is infamous for mistreating pokemons. And as a result of his interferances, he got beaten up real hard.

His battling experiences that he gained are from battling serious trainers and wild pokemons. But unlike the ones who seek to win, Hiroshi is one who will throw in the towels and concede the match before his pokemons get boot.

Pokemon: Dragonairs (Tsubasa and Sora), Pikachu (Denise)

Degree: Breeding

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Chapter 1: The four years promise

“Next stop Indigo Plateau, Indigo Plateau!”

Before walking up and get seated on the shuttle bus, I took a step and turn my head to browse through my surroundings. This could well be the last time I am going to look at this surrounding for the next 4 years of my life. I am going for the scholarship on the bond signed with my last company and they send me over to the prestigious Lapras Valley University.

“Well better than nothing.”

I grinned as I boarded the shuttle bus.

“At least, that old fool is not around to bother me again.”


------------- Act 1: 2 hours and 30 minutes later -------------

The bus is still in the mist of its journey as I took a glimpse outside the window.

I see nothing but rows of coniferous trees, the flying pidgeys soaring in the skies.

I am well sited in the corner as the bus is headed to the town, which Lapras Valley University resides in.

Though a bit uncomfortable with the seat making creaking noises whenever I moved. It is a small price to bear for the journey of a lifetime to begin.

The atmosphere was getting stuffier and the next moment, I lost conscious even before I knew it.


------------- Act 2: 1 hour and 45 minutes later -------------

“Hey kid, we are at the end of our line.”

The bus conductor instantly shook me awake. I dizzily turn my head around and realized that we are in a strange town area. It is a little backwards compared to Viridian City but there are some serious construction works going on from the looks of it.

“Oji-san, where are we right now?”

“Didn’t I tell ya? We are in the last stop. There aren’t any more stops further! Where is your destination, you want me to show you the direction?”

The Oji-san looks to be concern.

“Erh… Okay then. Oji-san, any idea which direction should I head out to be on my way to Lapras Valley Uni?”

“Okay you take a left turn on the street to your right and walk some distance. Around 2 miles from that left turn, the university should be within sights.”

“Hey thanks a lot, Oji sama.”

Giving him my best gratitude before I took flight and continue on his said direction.


------------- Act 3: Around the school parameters -------------

“There itself Lapras Valley University!”

I was at least 500 meters away from the venue.

“Better hurry, I guess.”

I moved to speed up and then something caught my attention.

“No I can’t give you Denise. She is all that I got.”

That last cry seems to from the back alley.

Silently, I crept into that area and took a peak.

“Give us that Pikachu or else you know what we are capable of. We are from the Lapras Valley University. You better not fool around with us. Our classmates are now chasing after your friend and his pokemons should be with us now. Why not, you co-operate with us, heh?”

This is it, threatening others into giving their pokemons.

“This is as far as it goes.”

Without thinking much, I confronted that bunch of bullies.

“It isn’t worth stealing other people’s belongings. Besides is this how Lapras Valley University does things?”

Those gangsters took notice and slug towards my direction.

“What do you think you can do, pal?”

He aims a punch, which totally took me by surprise, and had the fist pummeling me on the tummy.

“Go Charmelon, let show off your bad- ass flamethrower!”

He releases his primary pokemon, which in turn unleashes it fury flames when I was in pain, crouching on the moist dirty ground.

“That would teach you to be some busybody.”

He turns his attention back to the girl.

“Now kid… I have no time to waste on you. I want your Pikachu now.”

Little did he realized, a rather emotional me was struggling to stand up.

“Don’t make me repeat my word. I say left her alone.”

“Why you?”

The bully took another punch aiming but a flash of light beam and disrupted his momentary actions.

“Heh, what happened?”

“Randy, look out your right arm!”

He was in a shock as the Dragonair wrap itself several times across his right arm.

“Sora, twist it.”

As I looked at Randy and his gang with an evil look as some dark aura seems to envelope me.

The Dragonair understood my command and twist Chris’ arm, breaking several of his bones in the process.

“Argh my arms!”

Yelling, he yanks out his bloodied right arm as it now wobbles despite his attempts to move his fingers.

“Well you, Charmelon go!”

The Charmelon lunges at me but soon realized that there was another Dragonair behind it.

“Tsubasa, Hyper Beam.”

Without a moment, his Charmelon was send packing into the piles of debris from a nearby construction site.

Severely injured, Randy looked upon me and murmured under his breath as he recalls his pokemon.

“You will regret messing with us, Lapras Valley University.”

“Let me tell you something, I’m from Lapras Valley University too starting today.”

Randy and his gang mates looked in shock but nonetheless, they retreated into the darkness of the alley.

Picking up the pokeball from the ground, I return it to the little girl.

“Keep it well, young lady. I’m moving off now.”

I turned and moved off a few feet from where I left the girl. There was this sudden tug onto my coat. It was that same little girl.

“Hey Oni-chan, is it possible for you to have Denise?”

I was in a state of shock. Why would a young lady be offering me her pokemon? She explains further,

“With my level of experience, the odds of these guys coming after me are still possible. I can’t protect Denise like these if this situation would to arise again. She is better off with someone who can protect her.”

Understandably, I took the pokeball from her and reminded her.

“Denise is your friend, there is nothing I can do to erase that bond between you and her. For the moment, I will take good care of her. However after four years, promise me you will get stronger and until then take her back from me.”

She looked at me as tears soon overwhelmed her.

“I will, I promise. After four years, I would take her back from you. Just take good care of her for now.”

She and Denise hugged each other for the last time before they separate their ways as I moved off with a third pokemon under my belt, a pikachu.


------------- Act 4: Outside the school -------------

“Finally the moment of my lifetime!”

I was too engrossed to notice that the students moving were laughing at my dirty coat.

“Damn I haven’t been in a battle for a long time.”

I dusted off some of the dirt that piled on me during that back alley incident.

“Lapras Valley University, here I come as I took my first step into the campus premises.”

The school bell rang, signaling the start of the university.

*Plays ‘Love’s a Riddle!’ by Kotoko as opening music theme*


~.~Lapras Valley University Starts!~.~

Five years have pass in a winking of an eye since the last RPG in Lapras Valley University happened. The surrounding area in which Lapras Valley University is located in had improved greatly in terms of accessibility and shopping and commercial districts starts popping out like no tomorrow due to the successful economic reforms.

Students other than those around the Kanto, Johto, Shihou and Houen area had heard of this prestigious tertiary institution from far and came over to study here. Hence the education competitiveness had been raised and many great education reforms occurred over this period. To earn a bachelor for training battling pokemon in the past used to be an easy feat but not anymore as the modules get more difficult. On top of that, two more additional degrees were added into the curriculum, they are the breeding courses and the pokemon contest courses.

You are an ordinary student who had been accepted into the institution and belonged to one of the three faculties. However the three faculties had always been at odds with each other and each student from each of these faculty treats the rest as rivals. A mere confrontation with a student of a different major will result in an arguments and most times, it would be settled through confrontation of pokemon battles. The best primitive method to resolve any enmity.

You have ambition to either become a top pokemon trainer, a top class breeder or the top pokemon contest entertainer. By any means, you will go through your student life there and made new friends and enemies along the way. To make your mark there, you may even battle your way to the top, against friends and enemies alike. Will you make it?

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Map of Lapras Valley University Campus

http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/map.txt

Battler's Forest: This is a large lush green forest that is only open to the students from the campus. Your very first orientation camp is held here. Only pokemons from the Kanto region can be found here. Pokemon captures are allowed in the forest but the trainers would be needed to register with the counter located at the enterance of the forest (marked with an arrow)

Battler's arena: If you are itching for a battle, you are welcome to participate in one here. Just register your battle with a professor and he will officially be the umpire and ensure that there is no foul play.

School building A to F: These are where your lectures and tutorials are going to be held in. The canteen would be at building C whereas the bookshop abd library would be allocated in building F. Pokemon Centre is located at Building A, just to note.

Dorms (Anka, Midori & Kuro): Nothing much, just note your geographical positions in the map.

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Additional rules – adapted from the original Lapras Valley University by Drusilla

1) Up to 6 Pokemon per student
2) All students are normal people. This means NO psychic powers, morphing abilities, coming back from the dead, or anything else you crazy people come up with.
3) NO FREAKIN' LADY BLASTOISE! She was OK at first, but she REALLY got on my nerves after awhile, and I'm not the only one. And no one likes her.
4) The only reason any legendaries should be in here is if we go on a "field trip" and see one. No student may have a legendary.
5) Please keep Team Rocket in limited amounts. I will be the judge of what is too much on this one...
6) If you have a problem with how one person is posting (ex- Putting Caps On Every Word Like This) please post a courteous request for them to stop.

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Additional Rules in place

1) Classes starts from 8 am in the morning and ends at 6 pm in the evenings.
2) Students are given time out on weekends but curfews starts at 10 pm onwards for weekends and 8 pm for weekdays.
3) Students are only allowed a maximum of 6 pokemons. Apologises if this was not inform earlier but it is to allow me to keep track on your pokemons. You may wish to update on your sign up later after this.
4) LSUs are welcomed but they will have post their signs up in the sign up topic instead of the main RPG topic and wait for approval before they can start posting.
5) Dorm room- sharing with a person from the opposite sex is allowed but it depends on how you RPG it to be. Each dorm room will their own toilet.

Dorm Details as followed,

Midori Dorm
~Genki Katchum~ (M)
Shadow Djinn (M)
Weasel Overlord (M)
Ultimate Charizard (M)
Crazy Elf Boy (F)
Hyperness is a Good Thing (F)
Crystal Tears (F)

Kuro Dorm
Blademaster (M)
Dark-san (M)
darktyranitar (M)
Emotional Faun Chiko-sai (F)
The_Missing_Link (F)
Classy cat 18 (F)
River (F)

Anka Dorm
Perfect Chaos (M)
Mystic_clown (M)
Prof. Jb Wolf (M)
Bulbasaur4 (M)
Roy Karrde (F)
EngiMatikul (F)

Scene 1: Everyone will start out in a compulsory freshman orientation camp. From you are welcome to make friends along the way. Relationships are always encouraged.

*This was one of the epic RPG that TPM had ever produced. Lets hope that there would be a decent response on this remake topic. The original topic is located here,

Original Lapras Valley Uni topic (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/showthread.php?t=979)

Chat topic (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/showthread.php?t=15762) has been set up, RPGers are reminded to take a look at the RPG lounge and check out their dorm mates.


------------- Act 5: Meanwhile… -------------

“Randy, what happen? Why does your right arm wobble?”

“Guys, bring him to the nearest clinic. Do you want him to die here?”

The men hurriedly moved swiftly to escort their injured comrade to the clinic.

“What happen? And there better be a good explanation on this!”

Chris Coleman demands from his men, which was at the scene.

“Well you see, boss. We met up with a freshman and he did that to Randy. We all freaked out as it happens so fast and we fled.”

“And you left the scene without getting any pokemons? You pile of garbage?”

His men beg for his forgiveness but Chris’ mind drifted off elsewhere.

“This is too much of a co-incidence. I send out the other batch of men to go after another target and they report the same situation. This time round it was a weird looking tanned boy.

This comparing to the dwarf, who identified himself as Vincent Lancaster, saved the other kid, which I send my men out earlier to retrieve his pokemons. Looks like this year’s freshmen are not to be under- estimated.”

He was deep in thought until the PA system interrupted it.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster – Its your turn now ^.^

2) Yup, I introduced in a villain. Chris Coleman and his gang. Chris Coleman is a second year student who resides in Anka Dorm. Nobody knows that he is the notorious leader who steal pokemons from the weaker students. He pull strings from the shadow and it is always Randy, who is his forerunner and resides in Kuro Dorm, that runs all the dirty work.

3) Perfect Chaos and Roy Karrde's characters now shares a room. A reminder is that I have no problem on who you want your character to share the room with. If there is not any problem by default, the guys in a room and the ladies in the other.

4) Next Chapter: The Rival

[Roy Karrde]

Name: Akira Hamilton
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: With shoulder length red hair, and hazel eyes she looks just like another pretty face. She has a slender yet athletic build, medium size breasts and hips, wearing a cut off denim jacket with the sleeves cut off, with it coming down to just above her waist, a red undershirt beneath it with sleeves. Wearing a denim shorts that come down half way to her knees.
Personality: She has a very eccentric, very bubbly personality, her favorite word being “Awesome!”. She is not a valley girl though, and usually does stuff her own style. She enjoys being athletic and usually practices in the halls.
Bf/Gf: None
History: Into Gymnastics at the age of four she became very skilled in the art, after moving from Hoenn, she began to work by herself and with her two Pokemon a Chikorita and a Ralts in performing their own shows for the neighborhood. Coming to the school she wants to learn how to perfect her talent for gymnastics with Pokemon Contests, hoping that she will be able to perform along side her Pokemon in Contests, a dream which she has had for a long time.
Other: Very Skilled in Gymnastics
Pokemons: Chikorita and Kirla
Degree: Contest


Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Lost ~*~*~*~*~

I stepped off the train, breathing in the fresh air of the Indigo Plateau and stood there defiantly. It was as if it were myself versus the world, and I was taking my first steps in that battle. “And I am going to win! WIN! WIN!” I declared in jubilance racing forward into the bustling streets. “But where is the Lapras Valley University?” I asked myself, pulling the map out of my traveling suitcase.

The map itself was a jumbled mess, how was I going to figure this out? I glanced up, looking left, and then right. “This looks right.” I crumpled the map in my pocket and took off to the left, walking several blocks which seemed to look less and less like the pictures the University provided on its website. “Maybe… it’s this way!” I picked a direction and took off running, my rolling suitcase trailing behind me as I ran through alleys and backstreets.

More than a hour later I had stopped gasping for breath, sweat trickled down my brow, landing on my hand as I moved them up, running my fingers through my hair. “Where is this place…” I asked, glancing around, finally spotting some students walking through a gate entrance that was quickly being shut. “Crap that must be it.” I gasped, racing forward, my feet pounding the pavement. The gate shut with me still a good twenty feet away, but that wouldn’t stop me.

With a quick leap, I jumped to the top of some boxes that were piled up against the building opposite of the gate. Using my speed I leapt to the roof, springing off of it as if it were a trampoline and spun myself in the air, effortlessly leaping over the gate with my suitcase before landing in the grass much to the stunned students. “Is this Lapras Valley University? Did I make it?” I gasped, picking up my suitcase and straightening myself in front of the students, which looked more like adults now.

“That was…” One of them finally spoke up.

“Really Really Awesome, I know.” I grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head.

“Useless… there is a student’s entrance further down the way.” One of them pointed out, and then jerked a finger at the gate. “This is a entrance just for the professors.”

I glanced at the gate, and then at the student’s entrance. “Oh Crap.” I mumbled, backing up slightly, and then made a run to the student’s entrance with my suitcase.

Finding my dorm and signing in proved a bit easier, as there were arrows and helpful students pointing out everything. Finally with wide eyed anticipation I opened the door to the room, it came with two small bedrooms connected to a larger one as well as a fully functional bathroom. “WOW! It’s like a mini house!” I gasped in shocked, running in, and tossing my suitcase onto the bed and throwing it open.

“This will be great! I even get a room mate!” I noted the extra room and grabbed a chair from the main room. First thing first I needed to do some practicing so that I could keep in shape. Using my left hand as balance I swung around into a handstand ontop of the chair, my hair hanging over my face as I stood only on my hand with my legs going straight in the air, and then into a split into the air.

A knock on the door drew my attention, from my upside down vision I noticed a boy standing infront of the doorway, bags in hand. Was he lost? “Hey.. I’m your roommate.” He walked in. The shock of those few words hit me so hard that I went tumbling off of the chair. WHAT? A BOY AS MY ROOMMATE?!

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Ienzo Lumaria
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: quite small, standing at 5 foot with a lean build and a slightly pale complexion. Despite the fact he looks quite young, he has gray hair which covers his right eye. His visible eye, which is a cloudy blue in color, seems to stand out on his face. Due to his short height and young looking face, he’s often considered adorable by girls, and due to his hair and his preference to the color black, he’s considered emo by others.

As for clothing, Ienzo wear’s a lot of black. He wears a white, singlet underneath a black leather coat which is usually fully done up, black pants, boots and glove. Due to his choice of clothing, it adds to his ‘emo’ appearance.
Personality: Despite his appearance, Ienzo isn’t really emo at all. He’s a nice guy and someone you can get along with quite easily. However, he gets quite shy when around girls, especially the pretty ones. Due to his shy persona, people tend to think a bit little of him. This usually results in him being one smug little bastard when he proves he’s better than others. He likes listening to music, especially rock and can be seen attending karaoke nights.
Bf/Gf: none at the moment…poor little emo L
History: Ienzo was never much of a battler. In fact, the only reason he will battle is to try and capture a pokemon. Ienzo prefers showmanship over all else, especially with all the live shows he went to in his youth. After all, Saffron City thrives with entertainment. However, due to his lack of talent, he’s rather shy when it comes to performing himself and normally restricts himself to either lip-syncing along with rock CDs or going to karaoke nights (no one’s told him this, but he’s pretty good). When he learnt about pokemon contests, he saw this as a chance for the fame he’s always wanted. He set out collecting pokemon for his show. However, his first show was, shall we say, less then spectacular, and Ienzo’s shyness returned. He enrolled in Lapras Valley in the hopes he can improve his show and get back on the road to fame.
Other: Who’s a cute little emo?
Pokemons: Mawile (f), Lunatone (m), Solrock (f), Camerupt (m), Misdreavus (f)
Degree: Contest

Ienzo Lumaria
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Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal!

Ienzo bobbed his head to the music from his headphones as the bus pulled up to the gates.

"Last stop, Lapras Valley University."

Ienzo climbed to his seat, collecting his duffle bag full of clothes, food and CDs (his favourite bands). He couldn't help but feel a little dwarfed by some of his future classmates. a lot of them were 6 foot, and with him being a foot shorter, well, you can understand him feeling a little small.

As he stepped off of the bus, he took a look at the univeristy before him. The place seemed huge, once again making the grey haired emo look-a-like feel small.

"Well," he shrugged, "I guess this is my home for the next four years."

He switched to another song on his I-pod and entered the grounds, bobbing his head to the music.


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"That will be $7.60 thanks."

Ienzo nodded as he handed the money and took his hot dog and soda. He walked away from the counter, taking a huge bite out of it. He bobbed his head slightly to hte music, closing his eyes.

Not a smart move.

Ienzo fell back when he bumped into something, his soda spilling everywhere. Ienzo heard a gasp and an annoyed growl.

"Watch it!"

Ienzo groaned as he climbed to his feet.

"Sorry about that..." he trialed off when he noticed the tall woman in front of him. She was about 6 foot with black hair with red streaks.

She looked at the soda stain on her shirt and snarled.

"watch where you're going next time," she said as she walked past, adding "Little emo runt."

Ienzo's eye twitched. She did NOT just call him emo.

"For your information," he said, spinning around, "I am NOT and emo!"

"Really," she said looking back, "you could have fooled me. Well, anyway, you're a runt and you're a clutz."

Ienzo's initial shyness faded to irritation.

"And YOU are a beanpole and a bitch," he snarled, "It was an accident for crying out loud and you started calling me names!"

"Yeah, and acident that ruined my shirt!"

"I said I was sorry! Geez!"

"Sorry doesn't get the stain out of my shirt!"

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

The pair looked u at the speaker, glared at eachoither before heading their seperate way towards the gates.

Of course, Ienzo was going the wrong way.


TAG Crazy Elf Boy.

[classy_cat18]

Name: Naomi Windfall
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: A slim, dark skinned individual standing at six feet, Naomi seems a little out of place. Her dark brown hair is usually in a long ponytail that goes halfway down her back and goes with her lighter brown eyes. She wears a denim jacket that covers a white sleeveless tee and blue jeans. She sometimes takes the jacket off during battle. Her jewelry consists of a black choker with a Lure Ball charm and a silver bracelet with charms that look like the eight Kanto gym badges.
Personality: Naomi has a bubbly spirit and slightly ditzy personality. However, it's hard to say whether she's really dumb or just acting that way. It's sometimes easy for her to get distracted by Pokemon related things. She is easily affected by cuteness and will melt at the sight of even an opponent's Pokemon. But during battle she can think on her feet and has a good knowledge of Pokemon. Can often be seen talking or singing to her Pokemon.
Bf/Gf: Any takers?
History: Born and raised in the Orange Islands, she wrapped herself in Pokemon skills as there was little to do at first. Naval Island was her "home base" but her parents' role as researchers had her travelling to different islands. Meeting professors from other regions gave her the opportunity to meet and catch different Pokemon. Although she hasn't competed in any league tournament, she has formed a team with good potential.
Other: Has bouts where she craves something sweet.
Pokemon: Female Roselia (Demeter), Staryu (Jewel), Male Kecleon (Bandit), Male Luxio (Static), Female Swellow (Swoop), Male Quilava (Dante)
Degree: Battling

"Thanks for the ride!" I told the bus driver as he stopped at the main gates and let me off. He gave me one last strange look before driving off.

I slowly turned and gazed at the main gates. There was a little sign that pointed the way for the students' entrance. Feeling a little awkward just standing there by myself, I let out Dante to let him have a little fresh air. "Here we are! Whatcha think?" I asked him.

My Quilava stuck his head through the the bars of the gate and dashed through. "Guess he likes it. Hey, wait for me!" I called out to him. I ran through the other entrance and began my search for him.

It didn't take me long to find Dante. He quickly found out that the dirt on the campus was great for digging through. A large hole was in the front of the building marked "Midori". I whistled for him, giggling when he popped his head out and gave me a very cute look. "Lava?" he asked.

I crouched in front of him and smiled in understanding. "Is the ground to your liking?" He nodded in earnest. I scratched behind his ears. "Don't run off like that without telling me. At least go with one of your teammates." I stood up and started to walk off, Dante eagerly trotting behind me.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

I pulled out my map. "Where are you, Kuro Dorm? Kuro? Oh, Kuro?" I took a left and found it. "There you are! Dante, this is where we'll be staying!"

Dante raised a paw. "Quilava!" He ran with me in the building.

The first room that I looked in seemed like a living room with smaller rooms connected to it. I peeked in one of the smaller rooms. "It's a bedroom. I get this bed!" I plopped down on the one on the left and set down my suitcase. "It's soooo comfortable! Dante, do you like this place?"

"Qui!" he said happily.

"The others will be out to see our new home soon." We both turned our heads to the doorway as we heard footsteps approach us.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

My sign up can be found here (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/showpost.php?p=322703&postcount=25).

//Aislin Vadasy //

She stared a little gloomily at the large airy campus before her, looking down once in a while at the map she clenched in her hand. Cho-cho, who walked by her side, seemed rather excited, but Aislin was pretty much tired out by the long journey she had made to get all the way here. It would have been lonely too, if it wasn’t for her Pokemon. Her brothers had been too busy to accompany her, and her parents had been swamped with work lately too. Tugging at her ears gloomily, she felt them empty and sighed. In her anxiety while getting ready, she had negleted to wear ANY earrings, and as a consequence now felt naked.

Sighing, she dragged her luggage in the general direction of what the map told her was Midori Dorm. Her stomach was a little fluttery as she approached, her mind churning with a thousand worries. Having been home schooled much of her life, she didn’t really have many friends, and wasn’t sure if this great big university was a good place to meet and make them.

The dorm itself looked rather pleasant on the outside, and she felt cheered, slightly. As the numerous PAs had told her, she was to unpack and then meet up with some Professor Simon before assembling with her fellow freshman at… She referred to her map, ah yes, Battler’s Forest. As her mind wondered about whether the apostrophe should be before or after the S, she stopped walking, standing in place motionlessly.

A slight warning nudge from Cho-cho, who was used to her trainer’s oddities, warned her, and she moved out of the way just in time as a ball of energy barrelled past her, skidded to a stop at a door, and opening it with a clatter, ran in, slamming the door closed.

Shrugging, Aislin assumed that it was probably a senior or sophomore, and decided to find her room before she started daydreaming again. Passing by what looked like a comfortable lounge, and several doors, she finally found her room.

Pausing tentatively, she took a deep breath and threw it open, walking in confidently, a big smile plastered on her face to find… an empty room. Hanging her head slightly in disappointment, she plonked her bag down beside a random bed, not bothering to choose, to await the arrival of her future room mates. Cho-cho took the opportunity to make herself comfortable, leaping on the bed and messing up its neat sheets, curling into a ball to have a nice snooze.

Aislin took the opportunity to stare around the room, taking in the warm colours, the neat surroundings, and felt a sense of peace suffuse through her. Opening her luggage, she grabbed the box that contained all her favourite earrings, picking out a few to put them on. It probably wouldn't be all that bad, would it?

The door burst open with a loud bang, and Aislin instinctively jumped to her feet, staring at the newcomer. Tall, blonde, stunning good looks,bright red shirt, tight blue jeans... He looked utterly flamboyant and was prettier than any man had a right to be.

"Hello dahling!" he declared, spotting her, holding the box loosely in her hand.

She simply stared, mouth gaped open in shock. Who on earth could this be?

Tag Wurz.

[Blademaster]

1) Tags Blademaster – Its your turn now ^.^


You sly bastard, you must be a mind-reader! XD I was HOPING to see a bit of action when Randy and his buddies showed up. Thanks! :D


Name: Vincent "Slick Vince" Lancaster
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Vince is a dwarf, a mere meter in height and weighing only 90 pounds. He has short red hair and a goatee of the same color, piercing brown eyes hidden behind black shades, and, despite his small size, surprisingly well-developed muscles. He usually wears a long-sleeved black shirt under a brown vest, navy jeans, and white sneakers with blue tongues and soles. Holding his pants up is a black belt with six studs around it; between each pair of studs is a single Pokeball.
Personality: This spry little guy is, in one word, competitive. He's mouthy, determined, and not shy about slinging insults at those who pester him, especially on his size. As competitive as he is, though, he's a kind person at heart and won't back down from any opponent or challenge.
Bf/Gf: Open.
History: Vince grew up in New Bark Town; as a child, he was picked on frequently for his small size, not that he ever let it bother him - anyone who insulted him too much got quite a nasty surprise from the little spitfire, usually in the form of a punch in the groin and/or a stinging series of insults. At the age of ten, Vince went for his Trainer's License, receiving a Torchic from Professor Birch and going on a quest around Hoenn; within three short years, he'd earned no less than twenty Badges from all across Hoenn, Johto, and Shinno. At the age of 15, he bested the Elite Four and became a Pokemon League Champion, but he still wasn't satisfied; he continued battling Gym Leaders until he eventually was accepted into Lapras Valley University. His skills were so impressive, he was accepted into the University a year early.
Other: He hates losing only because he does so so infrequently.
Pokemon:
-Blaziken (M) "Suzaku"
-Kingdra (F) "Seiryu"
-Electivire (M) "Byakko"
-Torterra (M) "Genbu"
-Drifblim (F) "Akasha"
-Ditto (N) "Shiki"
Degree: Battling



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Vince



Vince stared up at Lapras Valley University, his wheeled suitcase towering a good half a foot over his own head.

'Meh, at least it blocks the Sun.' thought the miniature man, removing his sunglasses and looking up at the building before him, then removing a pamphlet from his vest and examining it.

'OK, so, where am I?' he thought. 'It looks like...'

He looked up at a huge white building with a green Pokeball emblem at its apex; not too far away, a series of smaller buildings surrounded the larger one on three sides.

'Looks like that's the Midori Dorm.' Vince thought, frowning. 'Figures that my dorm is the furthest one from here.'

Vince sighed and replaced his shades and the pamphlet, pulling his suitcase behind him as he toddled towards his dorm.

As he passed the Midori Dorm, two new buildings came into view - one on his right and one ahead of him, a bit to the left. The former was identical to the Midori Dorm, save for its Pokeball emblem being the standard red; the latter was just the same, but with a black Pokeball emblem.

'Home sweet home.' Vince thought, smirking slightly as he rounded a corner and headed towards the dorm.

"N-no...! Stay back!"

Vince's ears perked up at the sound of an impish male voice from not too far away.

"What the bloody Hell...?" Vince mused, spotting a narrow alley between the two nearest school buildings. Abandoning his luggage for a moment, he quietly dashed up to the corner of the nearer building and peeked into the alley.

Huddled against a dumpster was a skinny boy about Vince's age with shaggy brown hair and thin glasses. He looked up in fear at his assailants - three rough-looking teenage males clad in dark boots, pants, and vests. In short, they all were identical, except that one was a bit fat, with long blonde hair, one was taller than the others, with short black hair and a chain in his hand, and the apparent leader of the group had a black ponytail and what looked like steel spikes protruding from the shoulders of his vest, the waistline and cuffs of his pants, and a pair of black bands on his wrists.

"Stay back?" the spiked one mused. "We will, kid - just hand over your rarest Pokemon and we'll leave you alone."

"M-my Pokemon?!" the thin boy sputtered. "But, ALL of them are rare!"

The spiked man smiled coldly.

"Really?" he taunted. "How nice of you to tell us that. Then hand over all of them, and not only will we not hurt you, but our boss just might offer you a position in his organization. He's always looking for new, rare Pokemon; a guy like you might serve his needs well."

"I can't just hand over my Pokemon!" the boy said, fearful yet defiant. "They're my friends!"

The three thugs laughed at this.

"Friends?" the fat one echoed, chuckling a guttural chuckle. "That's a good one - Pokemon are just dumb animals. They have no purpose but to battle."

"And to make money!" the tall one chipped in in a voice that made it obvious he was missing a few screws. "Ain't that right, Marcus!?"

The spiked man, identified as Marcus, chuckled and nodded.

"Right you are, Freddie." he sneered, his steely eyes not living the boy before him. "Now, I'm gonna say this one more time: You can, A, hand over your Pokemon, or B, we can take them by force."

Vince frowned.

"And the answer is... C!" the dwarf barked, stepping into the alley. "You punks can leave here in a few body bags - without his Pokemon!"

The trio of thugs instantly turned towards the source of the sound.

"What?" Marcus frowned, squinting at the minute figure stepping towards him. "Hey, beat it, Junior."

"Junior?" Vince scowled. "My age is higher than your IQ, you pinheaded prick! Granted, that might still make me pretty young, though..."

"You got a real mouth on you, Shorty." Marcus growled. "Now why don't you go back to the Keebler forest before we have to get physical on you, too?"

Vince's eyebrow twitched.

"Shorty?" he echoed, the veins in his eyes bulging behind his shades. "SHORTY?!"

Without another word, Vince shouted a war cry and punched Marcus...

Right in the crotch.

Marcus' eyes bugged out.

"Oh, shit..." he gasped, his voice practically a falsetto as he fell on his back, his hands instinctively flying to his groin (for all the good it'd do him now).

"Who's short now, you scruffy bastard?! Huh?! HUH?!" Vince barked at the fallen punk. "How do YOU like being looked down on!? How does it feel t- HEY!!"

Vince yelled and kicked savagely as the fat punk grabbed him by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"You got some nerve, you freaky little gnome!" he bellowed. "You're messing with Lapras Valley University's finest here!"

"Finest?! FINEST!?!" Vince snapped. "If YOU sorry sons of bitches are the best that this place can offer, then I'm demanding my first tuition payment back! I've seen pre-schools that turn out finer graduates than you scumbags!"

WHAM!

Vince cried out in pain as he was hurled backwards, flying through the air and slamming into the open lid of the dumpster before plummeting inside, the lid slamming over his head.

"We'll deal with you in a minute, Mr. Hero!" Freddie cackled, slamming a fist on the dumpster a few times before turning back to his 'boss.' "Hey, Marcus, are you OK?"

"Do I LOOK okay to you?!" Marcus snarled, getting up with a little help from the fat thug. He turned and faced the skinny boy from earlier.

"No more playing nice." he growled, pulling a switchblade from his pocket. "Now we get mean."

None of them noticed a flash of light from the dumpster beside them.

"N-no..." the meek boy whimpered, scuttling back a few feet. "No... somebody... help meeeee!"

All was silent for a brief moment; then...

KA-WHAM!!

The four of them instinctively covered their heads as a great impact rang out behind them; a massive slab of green metal went flying behind them, bouncing off the wall of the building and skidding to a halt several feet away.

The three thugs looked at the slab curiously; their eyes flew open.

It was a side of the dumpster...

The three thugs slowly looked up.

"Oh, shit." Marcus muttered.

Standing before the trio of thugs was a very angry Vince; beside him was a creature at least twice his height, yellow-and-black with blunt claws on his feet, black fingers, and two curving black antennae with red tips that matched his glowing eyes.

An Electivire.

"Byakko..." Vince said fiercely. "Thunderbolt."

The tigerlike beast snarled, electricity arcing between his two pairs of antennae and then firing at the three punks, electrocuting all three of them with a series of agonized screams.

Seconds later, the three punks lay twitching on the ground, smoke rising from their bodies.

The to-be victim looked down at them in shock, then at Vince.

"Th-thank you..." he said, still in utter disbelief.

"Forget it." Vince said, waving his stubby hand. "Go on, get outta here before the paralysis wears off these idiots."

The boy nodded and rushed off, stumbling out of the alley and bolting off to the right with a rushed "Thanks again!" before his footsteps faded away.

"How..." Marcus muttered through gritted teeth. "How could... we... we're Lapras Valley University's best..."

"Not anymore, hotshot." Vince sneered, recalling his Electivire and stepping on the man's crotch again as he headed back the way he'd come. "You dickheads tell this 'boss' of yours that there's a new king of the campus, and his name is Vincent Lancaster."

With that, the dwarf made his way out of the alley and reclaimed his luggage, heading back towards the Kuro Dorm.


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A short while later, Vince had arrived at the dorm and was reclining in the bed of his new room.

"Now THIS is more like it..." Vince sighed, his hands behind his head. "Resting in a nice, quiet dorm room VS. fighting a bunch of stinkin' street punks? No contest, right gang?"

All of his Pokemon voiced their agreements - his smallest was perched on the pillow of his bed, and his starter was reclining on a second bed in the room. His Electivire was fiddling with the computer, while two others were reclining on the floor, laying down or leaning against the wall, half-asleep. His last one hovered lazily in the air, a bit unhappy with the sunny weather but otherwise not complaining about much.

The seven of them were enjoying their rest, when a voice from out of nowhere interrupted them:

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

Vince groaned and opened one eye.

"One PM, huh?" he muttered, looking at the clock on the wall.

12:15pm.

Vince yawned.

"There's no rush just yet..." he muttered.

His starter growled in protest, his voice adopting a somewhat parental tone.

Vince rolled his eyes.

"OK, OK, fine..." he grumbled, getting up. "I'm hungry, anyway..."

Vince tossed his (mostly) empty suitcase on the bed, indicating it was his, and recalled his Pokemon, then reached for the doorknob.

But to his surprise, it twisted by itself, and the door swung open; a tall figure stood before him...



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Any potential roommates or lost students, you're up.

[Dark-San]

~Hiroshi Nagasaki~


Chapter 2: The Rival

Slowly, I tugged my way to the Kuro dorm.

“Damn why must the dorm be that far out?”

Looking onto my pamphlet, compared to both Midori and Anka dorm, Kuro dorm is much further down behind block B.

“Damn doesn’t this means that when I have to go to the library, it is going to be like a ‘pain in the ass’ chore.”

I muttered under my breath and scores of onlookers stared hard at this real dirty freshman.

Sounds of laughter could be heard as I passed by those students.

“I really need to hit the showers before I head out to the Battler’s forest.”


------------- Act 6: Dorm sweet dorm -------------

Upon entering the Kuro Dorm, I was greeted instantly with an unpleasant sight.

The scene is not unpleasant to other’s perspective but in my opinion, it is. There were like four to five students, freshmen and seniors alike, crowding around the hallway, exchanging battle tips.

This disgusts me much.

“Blah battlers, they know nuts about taking good care of their pokemons.”

As I spoke softly to myself, a lady from the stairway angle grinned at me.

“Hi, what’s your name?”

“Do you live here?”

“Why is your clothes that dirty?”

I scowled at her each time she asked me those questions.

“A shy- one, heh?”

She spoke as I then took notice of the breeding magazine, which she had on her hands.

Perhaps she is not one of those battlers after all.

“My name is Namie Lloyd. Nice to meet you.”

“Erm… hi.”

I greeted her for a short instance before making my way on to the second level.

It was the first time that I had spoken to a lady for around 3 years. It may have sound pathetic but ever since I broke up ties with my mom, I had never spoken to anyone of the opposite gender.

Making to my way to the outside of the room, I turn the knob and try to squeeze myself together with my luggage hindering me.

And there it was. A scene of a dwarf with his well evolved pokemons, greeting my sight.

“So you are my room mate, heh?”

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster – I’m your new roommate but don’t be happy yet since you know my character hates people from the battling degree.
2) Tags darktyranitar – You better make your sign-up now.
3) Tags Yi wen - You better make up your decision on whether you want to switch your dorm.
4) The room in which Blademaster and I resides in can housed up to three people. Hence the last spot would go to darktyranitar.
5) Chapter 3: Orientation Camp, here we go.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Dark: Yes.. no... maybe... I don't know... I'm sorry >< will confirm this later if I can get up early enough in the morning... bugger timezones.

Short intropost, the style in which I'm writing this doesn't encourage length and I'm tired... *heads to bed*

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Namie Lloyd
"Currently Obeying My Parents - Namie to Ken. oo"


Two weeks ago.

Namie's uncle is come to visit. The excessively suburban nature of the unremarkable old house is lightened a little by the exotic gifts he brings: fragrant lei, berries of the strangest colours, a fertility idol in the shape of a Manaphy which he says was given to him by the natives of Fiore in return for a favour.

In her head Namie thinks of her uncle as Indiana Jones, but his name is really Souji Lloyd the Second, which doesn't roll off the tongue quite so well, and besides Rangers do not participate in archaeological digs; Rangers save Pokemon, and people. Souji Lloyd the Second brushes off the playful attacks of Ryo Lloyd the Baby of the Family and beckons to Namie, who has the dubious privilege of being his favourite niece:

"Here, Miechin, I've got something to talk to you about..."

Namie tells Ryo to go cheer Nishikaze up, a game he enjoys all the more because he never does ever manage to cheer the depressive Haunter up, and follows her uncle out into their miniscule garden. Her parents are keen gardeners, so the overall impression is that of a five-foot-square piece of jungle. Her uncle fiddles distractedly with a suspicious-looking liana.

"So I hear you're going to Lapras Valley University, Miechin?"

"Yes, term starts week after week after next, ojii-san."

"Time flies, doesn't it? The last time I was here your stupid brother Ken was the one supposed to go to uni. What is the boy doing now?"

"He's playing to sold-out concerts all over the worlds... he's coming back to Johto for a gig in Goldenrod next week, though. I'm going."

"Talking about stupid boys - you know my stupid nephew Ichi?"

"Ah, my cousin Tsurugi-sama." As far as Namie knows, Ichigo Tsurugi Lloyd is the heir of the main Lloyd house, someone to whose name should be attached the suffix -sama, and very possibly some sort of cousin of hers. She has never met him, she being from one of the less moneyed branches who claim the family Lloyd as their own. Namie's parents are the sort that skimp on daily life to scrape together enough funds to send their children to prestigious universities. They have not had much cause to come into contact with the richer Lloyds. She remembers, vaguely, a photograph of an imperious boy with fierce eyes.

"Yes, your stupid cousin Ichi - don't use Tsurugi-sama, it'll swell his already overlarge head... he's going to LVU too, and, well-" Souji regards his niece warily, as if he doesn't exactly know how to phrase what he's about to say next.

Namie politely inserts a question into the widening chasm of silence. "You want me to look out for him, on account of his being so stupid, ojii-san?"

"Yes, absolutely! Something like that, anyway... he was even more stupid before I took him in hand... though I'm not sure anymore, last time I saw him he had a stupid friend with him... Stop him from doing anything too moronic, will you? It's bad for the family, and for him, too."

"How shall I recognise my stupid cousin Ichi, then? I've not seen him before."

"Oh, he's about your age," Souji waves his hand vaguely in the air. "About this height. Carries a sword. Pokemon all following him about like some menagerie escaped from a zoo. Dresses like a ponce - aaaaaah, you'll know him when you see him, just look for the biggest idiot you've ever seen."

Namie digests all this information with unparalleled amusement. Kuriko, she has heard, is also going to Ell Vee You. Further education may be more interesting than she had thought it would be.

"Yes, ojii-san."



*


Saturday last, nine fifty-six pm, Kogane-AX, Goldenrod City.

As the lights dim the first drum beat rings out into the silent expectations of the crowd. This is only a concert for people, but attendees are encouraged to bring their Pokemon, and so there are some odder shapes among the already odd shadows cast by the hairstyles of the humans. Namie is in the front row.

Ken Lloyd speaks, beringed fingers gripping the microphone almost sensually:

"And now, for my next number - I'd like to return to the classics..."



*


And now...

Fluffy blinks up at her owner, trying her very best to look adorable. Shreds of important university documentation drift to the ground, the remainder of which is mashed round the formidable canines of the Gible. She ingratiates herself by fawning upon her owner's stylish ski boots, leaving a thin film of drool upon the soft suede uppers.

Picking her up and stroking her with a mild hint of annoyance, Namie addresses her Haunter. "Well, Nishikaze. I don't suppose it was a very good idea to let Fluffy hold my papers."

- I have a dire feeling that you are very much correct in your supposition.

"That was why I had let you hold them, instead, while I tried to make conversation with that remarkably reticent young man."

- I was not aware of your intentions. I apologize for my sudden lapse of idiocy.

"Now I'll have to look for a professor first, I wouldn't want to cause confusion and be found in the wrong dorm." She begins to walk downstairs, Fluffy curled in the crook of an arm and amazingly managing to maneuver her extremely large suitcase with the other.

- How regrettably inconvenient.

"You want to take the campus tour, don't you, Nishikaze?"

- An answer to that is not required of me.

"I understand perfectly."

- You always do. (Said rather more dourly than usual.)

They reach the bottom of the staircase. Namie puts Fluffy on top of the suitcase, and the Gible drowses contentedly as it is trawled out of the confines of Kuro Dorm.

...yes an excuse for me to be tagged by people outside my dorm. :x

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Name: Lyzolda Kuro

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Physical Desc.: Lyzolda stands about 6 feet tall with medium length jet black hair with red streaks through it. She has light coloured skin and normally wears a short black shirt with long white sleeves attached to it, Lyzolda always wears a pair of "lucky" blue jeans with a hole over the left kneecap and a long tear over the right calf from an unknown cause. She also always carries a large brown bag with her filled with useful berries

Personality: Lyzolda has a quite harsh personality, she takes great pride in her work and if any one critises anything she does or any of her methods she will almost bring them to near death. Though under this tough exterior Lyzolda is quite nice, but it takes a special person to get past this barrier.

Bf/Gf: Any takers?

History: Lyzolda grew up in the small island town of Dewford in the Hoenn region. At a very young age she started to become involved with pokemon. Getting her very first pokemon from the very same island a cute little Aron which she named Shell Ryu. This sparked her interest in pokemon and her dream to breed them. But over the years she was picked on for breeding rather then battling pokemon.
She became a fierce battler just to show them up, as time took its course Lyzolda became harder with a metaphoric shell just like her Aron. This shell prevented any emotions or feeling being expressed. She also has a knack for growing and using berries

Pokemon: Aggron (Shell Ryu). Flygon (Seraph), Whiscash (Tremor), Scout (Linoone), Torps (Garchomp), Kitsune Chan (Riolu)

Degree: Breeding


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LYZOLDA

I was finally awakened by the slight rocking of the train as it reached its final stop.

"Lapras University, last stop end of the line" crackled a voice over the loud speaker

"Oh great...finally here" I muttered

Collecting all my belongings I moved up from my resting place and moved out the sliding doors onto the hard pavement in front.
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Looking around at the grounds, my eyes are drawn to the massive buildings laying before me.

"So this is the famous Lapras University" I muttered

Taking out a small crumpled up note out of my pocket, I looks around trying to get my bearings.

"Ok..........I am in Midori dorm, now where is that"

I started to move towards the buildings looking for my dormitory.

"Ah there it is" I said with a sigh of relief.

Moving towards her dormitory and opening the door I gently placed my bag on the bed and unpacks my stuff. Carefully putting my saprolings in their pots on the window sill and around her bed. Grabing my pokeballs I started to scout out the surrounding grounds.

"Come on out for a bit Kitsune Chan" I whispered as she releases her pokemon from its ball

A white flash of light appears and when it dissiaptes a small fox looking animal appears and says with a happy grin "Riolu"

A female voice appears over the loud speaker

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Simon Cowell in the Battle forest ay....better get a move on"

I started to move towards the entrance of the school when I sees another shuffle bus arrive and out pops a small black haired kid. Carelessly he walks straight into me

"Watch it!" I shouted

The small boy groaned as he climbed to his feet.

"Sorry about that..." he trialed off when he noticed

He looked up to see the big stain he had placed on my shirt

"Watch where you're going next time," I snarled at him, adding "Little emo runt."

The tiny boys eyes twtiched as though I had just hit a weak spot

"For your information," he said, spinning around, "I am NOT and emo!"

"Really," I snapped back, "you could have fooled me. Well, anyway, you're a runt and you're a clutz."

The boy's face started to turn red

"And YOU are a beanpole and a bitch," he snarled, "It was an accident for crying out loud and you started calling me names!"

"Yeah, and acident that ruined my shirt!"

"I said I was sorry! Geez!"

"Sorry doesn't get the stain out of my shirt!"

Again the same voice crackled over the speaker

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"All right, I am going" I whispered to my self.

I started to walk towards the Battlers' Forest only to notcie that the small "emo" kid was going the wrong way.

"Hey, ya stupid Klutz ya going the wrong way" I shouted "Batller's forest is this way" I added pointing in the right direction.

He just looked back and me and went about his business.

"Fine....if he doesn't want my help"

Tag some one

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Aubrey Loosestrife
…this is a journey into sound…
*


Midori Dorm, Midori Dorm, such an unoriginal, uninspired name, it almost made Aubrey despair before he’d even arrived.

The letter had come in the post a few weeks before, and of course his parents had been simply ecstatic that he’d got a place at Lapras Valley University, probably one of the most prestigious places in Shinou that deigned to do a Contest Coordination Degree.

He’d spent the night before the big day combing Briar’s luxurious mane, ready for his contest debut, and threading ribbons into Asphodel’s roses until she almost shone with pride and happiness.

When he’d clipped the last of his Pokéballs to his slender waist, Aubrey straightened, Celandine fluttering near his shoulder and Briar standing majestically at his side, his red fur gleaming in the morning sunshine. Shouldering his huge rucksack, Aubrey picked up another two suitcases, a shoulder bag and a handbag, strapped a pannier with two small baskets onto Briar’s sturdy back, and hung another small bag around Celandine’s neck with a sigh.

“And we’re ready my dahlings!” Tailed by the majestic Arcanine and the golden Altaria and laden so completely with luggage he was an amusing sight, but one to look twice at as he strode confidently to the front of the LVU bus queue, much to the angry mutterings of those who’d already been waiting for a while.

He glared haughtily at the driver who took the majority of his luggage to stow away somewhere underneath the bus. The short old man glared pointedly at Briar and Celandine, and then at Aubrey, obviously wanting him to recall his Pokémon into their proper places, but Aubrey just fixed him with a blank and imperial stare, and the driver soon backed down as he flounced onto the bus with a smile.

The journey was probably one of the most boring forty minutes he’d ever spent in one place while being jolted around at a ridiculous pace. Briar growled deep in his throat every time one of the other students tried to make conversation with Aubrey, who sat gazing out of the window, a look of intense but incredibly handsome boredom plastered on his face as he watched the rural scenery rush on past.

He absently stroked Celandine’s cloudy white wings, the golden Altaria was settled in his favourite place on Aubrey’s lap, and Briar was sat on the seat next to him, glaring haughtily around the bus and looking just bored enough to eat anyone who annoyed him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bus pulled up through some grand gates, and Aubrey flounced back off the bus, loaded back up with all his luggage and pointed imperiously at one of the other students.

“Hey, where’s the Midori Dorm?” The nervous-looking boy shrugged and ran off without giving an answer, and Aubrey sighed theatrically before remembering that he’d been given a map along with his acceptance letter. After he fished it out of his handbag he stared at it for a few minutes and then purposefully strode off in what he hoped was the right direction.

Some signposts later, and Aubrey stalked into the Midori Dormitory, flinging open the door of the first room he came to.

There was a girl standing there, a surprised look on her face and a small box in her hands.

“Hello dahling!” He exclaimed, rushing into the room and dumping all five of his various bags and suitcases onto the floor with a heavy sigh.

“So this is our room, eh? Strange, I didn’t think I’d be sharing with a girl, but here we are, eh dahling? I had the most boring trip here and- hey, are you listening to me?” The girl had a look of dreamy vacancy on her face and her eyes were blank as if she was staring right through him.

“Hey! I was talking, you know. That’s really quite rude of you, dahling. So as I was saying…wait, what was I saying? Oh well. I’m Aubrey dahling. Aubrey Loosestrife, you may have heard of me. And this-” He looked fondly at Briar, a faint smile on his face. “-is Briar. My prize-winning Arcanine.” An angry cheep and a flutter caught his attention as Celandine settled down huffily on his shoulder. “Oh, and this is the lovely Celandine. Isn’t he just divine?!”

The girl looked somewhat shocked at the stream of talk, but she smiled anyway, putting her little box down carefully.

“I’m Aislin Vadasy. I guess we’re sharing then?” She let out a soft whistle as she took in the suitcases, as if for the first time. “Dude, you brought a hell of a lot of stuff with you…”


TAG Xhinny! Hope it’s ok that I had Aislin saying ‘dude’… I wasn’t sure if she would or not, but it seemed to fit. ^_^””

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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The small, grey-haired boy felt incredably stupid right now. He should have just listened to that girl...whatever her name was. However, after someone insults your height, intelligence and personality, you can understand not wanting to listen to them.

So anyway, now poor Ienzo was wandering lost throughout the school once again. Ienzo had really wished he'd picked up a map when he had a chance.

Curse everyone for being so tall, curse the school for being so large, and curse himself for being so damn short!

Finally giving up on finding it on his own, he turned to the nearest student he could find.

"Um, excuse me. Can you help me find the Battler's Forest?"


Sorry for the shortness. TAG to anyone willin to help my poor emo :(

[EngiMatikul]

>.> <.<
http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/showpost.php?p=322805&postcount=28

Kuriko
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-On the previous day before the beginning of a school semester
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It was a quaint and quiet little place, perfect for a quaint and quiet little village. There people casually talking with not much business going on, but everyone knew that would soon change. The students will be coming in soon, once again, and once more the place will be packed with a constant need of attention by everyone, from the reckless battler who overdid it with their pokemon, to the breeder bringing in a pokemon due for pregnancy, to the contester who had an unfortunate accident. But for the time being, everything was quiet.
A small, quaint looking girl stepped in, hesitantly. She, as well as a small little green bird on her shoulder, looked around at the place. So this will be my new workplace, she thought. Soon enough, as expected, she was serviced by a familiar looking woman with red hair braided in with a pair of loops.
"Hi there, welcome to the Pokemon Center! How may I help you, are your pokemon here for a checkup?" she asked curteously.
"No...um... I'm here to apply for a job..."
"...Oh, you must be the one my cousin referred me to!"
Cousin, the girl thought idly. "Yes." she bowed slightly.
"Ok, Ms... um... Kuriko Shiamari? When do you wish to start?"
"Tomorrow."
the nurse looked up from her clipboard. "That soon?"
"Well the LVU semester starts tomorrow, so it'll start getting busy with all the new students coming in, right?"
"True..." the nurse thought for a while. "But you're a student too, aren't you? We'll be happy to have you here, but don't forget to concentrate on your studies!"
"Yes'm. Oh... umm... and one more thing..." Kuriko shuffled her feet as if she didn't want to request anything more.
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep over at the Pokemon Center for tonight?"
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-4:30 AM, the Morning of the First Day
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Kuriko silently got up from the couch she was sleeping on. She poked her pet Natu, having being comfortably asleep, to suddenly wake up, eyes as bright as the stars outside. After having her bird hop onto her shoulder and checking that she had all her baggage, she quietly left the center and headed out for her new school.
Lapras Valley University. It was the biggest school she had ever seen in her life. It was kind of scary for her; she didn't know if she'll like the place or not. She applied for a Breeding degree even though she wasn't that much interested in breeding... just treating pokemon in general. Nevertheless, she checked her map.
"Anka... hey Nitres help me find this place..." the bird looked down on the map, then scanned around the whole area. "Be sure to have a good look of the place... I'll need you to help me avoid some unwanted confrontations but I don't want to have my body merged with a tree..."
Shortly thereafter they found the dorms, empty as it will ever be, and Kuriko promptly went to her room to unpack. Checking the clock, she realized she may have come a bit early, but that was alright. Having woken up so early that morning, she still felt a bit groggy, so laid down on her new bed and steadily drifted away....
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Current time.
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"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHH!!!!"
Kuriko was abruptly awakened from a high pitched scream that seemed to originate from the next dorm over. Not the most pleasant way of getting up...
She looked around. Her roommate hasn't come yet. Sighing for no apparent reason, she changed her clothes, took out a book from one of her baggages, and walked outside. She wasn't the least bit interested in where that noise came from but she figured that all the students were almost here and orientation was about to begin.
This time the dorms were bustling with people. Immediately she began to feel a lot more uncomfortable, as she was not used to having people other than her family living with her... unsure exactly of what to do, she decided to head out the door and get some fresh air when Nitres poked her twice on the head and directed her attention towards one group of people.
She looked. There stood a remarkably strange dressed but strangely familiar man, smiling proudly and talking extravagantly to another rather muscular looking fellow. The proud fellow with white hair and a whiter suit seemed to have a egotistic aura that disgusted Kuriko; for a while she wondered what made her bird point out someone like that to her...
"Ah!" Suddenly the boy turned around and looked at her. "Excuse me, young maiden!"
The sudden attention she recieved startled her, and without thinking she immediately retreated and began walking away.
"Wait wait!!" A shout came from behind. "Don't leave! It's not as if we were here to hurt you we're dormmates after all... where are you going??"
Kuriko felt no need to respond, when suddenly she was grabbed by a brawny looking hand. "Excuse me, but wouldn't you grace us with a chat? Ichigo here isn't a great one for open-mindedness..." It was the other man. The man smiled to show his appreciation, then glanced coyly to the whitesuit man as if he were implying something. But to Kuriko, it just told her "so they are one of the same".
"Hmph! Don't listen to that man, but at least introduce yourself, my fellow student and dormmate. What is your name?"
".....Kuriko Shiamari."
"Ah! A delightful name. What major are you taking?"
".....Breeding."
"Aha!" The brawny one exclaimed. "As I told you, breeding is superior."
"Now now," the white-suited one chuckled. "That is only because she understands that -I- will be the greatest trainer in the world!"
....God these two are dumb, was the only thing Kuriko could think of.
"Ah, pardon me for not introducing. This here is my friend Rywen Oro, and I myself am Ichigo Tsurugi-- Hey! Leaving again?!?"
This time both guys attempted to catch Kuriko, but Kuriko swiftly turned around and glared at them venomously. She snapped her fingers.
"NITRES! TELEPORT!"
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A second later, she had no idea where she was but the two guys were no longer in sight. And that was all she cared about. "Ah... now then... Nitres, where have you brought me?" The bird just stared blankly at her. She sighed, took up her book, and began to wander...
"Kuriko."
A familiar voice called out to her. She looked up and saw...
"Namie!" She immediately walked towards her. "Umm... hi..."
"Hi!" Namie replied back, smiling.

For about 10 minutes Kuriko just stood there, looking at Namie's smiling face, then down on the ground, then to her bird, then back to Namie's smiling face, then looked back to check if there was anyone, then to the ground again, then back to Namie's smiling face.

"...Well," she mumbled softly, "I guess I'm happy I came to this school."
"Really? Me too!!"
"...Except for these two dumb guys I just met earlier... A really beefy looking guy and some haughty guy in a white suit with a sword..." she began mumbling slowly...
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OOC:
Screaming girl: Roy Karrde
White Suit Boy: PJBW
Brawny Kid: B4
Namie: Chiko-Sai

I apologize to anyone if I played your character incorrectly. :p

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Rywen Oro (Heh… seem slightly familiar? WEE FOR REINCARNATE YUAR!)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

*Physical Desc.: RYWEN ORO (http://art2.sheezyart.com/image/118/1182165.png)
Rywen stands about 6'3 with a rather athletic build. He has broad shoulders that help create his "v" build, which is aided by his smaller torso. His face has an elegant look about it, having a smooth jaw line and slightly prominent cheekbones. Whisping, slightly messy auburn hair is upon his head, occasionally having a few strands covering his eyes (but like most anime characters, the wind usually keeps it from doing that... or the defied law of gravity.) He has striking emerald-green eyes with only a few small flecks of yellow within them. His skin is slightly tan from his outside dojo training. Despite his toned muscular appearance, he has a very graceful air and stance about him and his hands (to the touch and movement) are precise and delicate.

Rywen usually wears a silky collared button-up shirt of black, with the top few buttons undone casually. His undershirt is a crimson red, while the black pants he wears are slightly tight- only accenting his slim but toned build. Despite the dark clothes he wears, his cheerful personality keeps him from looking rather dark and he still seems quite bright.

Personality: Rywen’s demeanor perhaps could be described as elegantly playful. He does have a calm, intelligent demeanor when it comes to serious business and things that require focus. However, he likes to be optimistic and the holder of a gentle smile. He would be what one would call a gentleman, although his modesty wouldn’t allow him to recognize that. While he is fairly outgoing and likes to help others (especially when it comes to ‘loosening up’), he can be a little bit lacking in common sense.

Bf/Gf: He currently has none. Probably because he doesn’t pick up on things.

History: Rywen lived all of his main life on the island of Fiore. The Oro family had a long history of owning an infamous pokemon spa on the island. Visitors would bring their pokemon to the spa so that they could be pampered along with their owners. Rywen’s father was a famous pokemon contester, but decided to retire early when he fell in love with Rywen’s mother. The two then moved to the vacation island and decided to create the spa in order to not only pamper pokemon, but help them raise their abilities through various healthy treatments.
Rywen helped out his family and picked up many remedies from the trade. His widowed Aunt and Grandfather also owned a dojo not too far from the spa location. Being a slightly ambitious and rowdy boy, Rywen would often make visits to the dojo and train under his grandfather. Often Rywen would spar visitors, using his defense to exploit their offensive weaknesses. Of course he was not great to start out with, but eventually he became extremely apt at his grandfather’s art. Still, besides that passion was his passion for cooking- which he learned at the spa not only for pokemon, but for humans as well. Balancing the two seemed to be tricky, but Rywen managed it somehow. Strangely, he takes more pride in his cooking since he now doesn’t bother to show off his fighting prowess without a need.
It might be noted that during this time, Rywen was friends with Ichigo Llyod. When Ichigo arrived at the island, Rywen and him seemed to get along perfectly well. The two seemed eerily similar, especially in their honorable ways and their affinity for a lack of what most would see as ‘common’ sense. Being pretty much the only two males of their age and personality, it was easy for them to bond. Upon finding out about Ichigo’s leave for Lapras Valley High, Rywen’s parents thought it would be a good idea for Rywen to further his education as well and they sent him packing.

Other: Rywen is a good cook and is a sucker for sweets. He especially loves strawberry jam. His fighting style is a mix of the Judo discipline and the battling style of caeporia- but fiercer.

Pokemon: Fenrir (Arcanine/F), Pelkie (Piplupk/M), Zia (Espeon/F), Leif (Leafeon/F), Anubis (Lucario/M)

Degree: Breeding




* I edited his appearance to give him a drawing shot and clothes!! xD


Rywen Oro
.: Mmm… you taste sweeter than strawberries!:.


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It hadn’t seemed like a particularly long day for Rywen, but perhaps for the normal human being it should have felt a little bit long. The train ride to Lapras Valley University was unremarkably long… especially for Rywen and the distance which entailed the travel. However, the boat ride… the train ride… they all were greeted with fluffy white clouds of cotton within a beautiful blanket of the blue sky. It was enough to have Rywen thinking about nothing… a perfectly calm and blank state of mind which he often stumbled into when left alone.
When the train ride stopped, it took a while before Rywen noticed that it was time to get off the rather comfortable seats of the train.
“Need help with that son?” One of the attendees asked, looking at Rywen’s rather large bag. Rywen smiled and shook his head, his auburn hair wavering over his green eyes as he did so.
“Oh no, but thank you sir.” He replied, reaching up and grabbing the bag. If it was heavy, Rywen didn’t show it and rather walked off the train with a bounce in his step. While Rywen was muscularly toned, he wasn’t bulky by any means. If anything, his broad shoulders made his torso look small… giving him a slightly lanky look at first glance if you didn’t take the proportions into account.
With a map in hand, Rywen miraculously found his way to Lapras Valley University. He had wove through many streets and a few alleys, completely taking the wrong directions and imprecise turns… but some how, as if by natural luck, he had found it.
There were many people bustling about the grounds and Rywen took a few moments to register where he should be going and such. With a few helpful hints from the announcements, Rywen Oro soon was standing in front of the Anko Dormitory.
“Hmm… seems quite nice.” He said to himself softly, opening the door.
Soon he stumbled across his room and sat his bag upon one of the beds and began to unpack. If one were to watch, it would probably have been a remarkable sight- so many things seemed to pop out of Rywen’s bag that it was a wonder how he fit it into the bag itself.
“Ah, I see you have arrived.” A familiar voice rang into the air, and Rywen turned about to see the familiar handsome figure of Ichigo.
“Ah! Ichigo-kun!” Rywen said in a cheerful tone, clasping his hands together in excitement. “I was hoping that we would be rooming together!”
“You did not notice the things I had placed here as mine? … and please stop calling that…” Ichigo said, still standing in the doorway.
“Oh…” Rywen trailed off, glancing about the room to see that indeed, the things that were already placed in precise places were Ichigo’s. “In my excitement I must have forgotten to take notice.” A sweatdrop perhaps formed here.

Soon the two exited the room and stood in the main lobby of the dormitory. Conversation immediately took place, for the two had not seen each other in a while (if you called a week and a half by such a term). Rywen had to do extra preparations in the spa and his grandfather’s dojo before heading to the University and Ichigo had similar duties to attend to. In the end though, the two were comparing their majors. While continuing to defend his argument but being careful not to go on the offensive, Rywen noted that their majors had been rather predictable given their personalities and past.
It wasn’t long however, until the two of them took notice of a girl entering the dorm. Or rather… Ichigo noticed and Rywen noticed after Ichigo had called out to her. She seemed to ignore the two, which could have bothered Rywen… if he had not been oblivious to the fact that she had placed judgment upon them.
"Excuse me, but wouldn't you grace us with a chat? Ichigo here isn't a great one for open-mindedness..." Rywen said with a grin, looking to Ichigo. It was one of those faces that only Ichigo and those who knew Rywen could decipher. A playful smile that eluded that he was not trying to get a rise out of anyone, but was – in his own way – making a situation ‘lighter’.
She soon offered her name and major, to the delight of Rywen. Yet, she was very avoidant of the two and took off once again. This time Ichigo joined in Rywen’s attempts to have her stay (with his natural secret mission to acquire friends). Her blue eyes however caught their gazes and shot invisible daggers as she called upon her pokemon and teleported in an instant.

“Well… she seemed nice.” Rywen said with a smile, and it is notable that sarcasm was nonexistent in his observation. Ichigo absently took a hand and placed it in his pocket as he gave a shrug. A few more moments passed as Rywen organized his room afterwards, before Ichigo came to the room again.
“I do believe that the time for the orientation is approaching.”
“Oh fantastic!” Rywen exclaimed, putting away the last piece of cooking equipment he had brought on one of the shelves. “Let’s go!”

So the two of them headed out of the dorm and towards the orientation. Ichigo’s calm mannerisms being obvious as he casually walked, while Rywen mirrored his stance but seemed to be a bit more relaxed- a silly smile placed upon his face while he looked at everyone and thing like an eager tourist.


TAG anyone! xD

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

No problem with the dialogue Wurz
*checks list of other people in the dorm* So far only Crazy Elf Boy's replied hmmm...
B4, I love your character's hair. ^^



//Aislin Vadasy //

“Dude, you brought a hell of a lot of stuff with you…” She stopped herself, unsure if he would consider it rude of her to comment so.

"Oh dahling, this isn't even half of it all," he said, sighing rather overdramatically, in her opinion. "I had such a hard time deciding what to bring -" The rest of his words were lost to her as she mulled over this new turn of events. He went on anyway, probably because he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. She wasn't sure how she felt about being roommates with a guy - maybe more as the several empty beds around her seemed to indicate - she had grown up with two older brothers anyway. But Aubrey was a far cry from her sensible, quiet and extremely protective siblings.

"You're doing it again," she heard the petulant declaration, and quickly came back to earth, blinking. Aubrey was currently glaring at her, brown eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologised rather sheepishly. "I always do that, my parents-"

His frown relaxed and he shrugged, picking up the bags he had dumped and tossing rearranging them neatly onto a nearby bed. "Don't worry about it dahling, I forgive you," waving his hand airily as she continued staring. He opened a few suitcases, seemingly looking for something.

In the meantime, Cho-cho, who had been napping, woke up, watching the newcomer with interest. She moved off the bed and stared opening at the Arcanine, who seemed to preen a little under the attention.

Remembering her original intent, Aislin returned to her box of ear rings, frowning as she tried to decide which to wear. Sitting on her bed, she sorted through them, lifting a few up at a time and untangling the rest.

"Cho, come here, help me pick something ou-" The box was plucked out of her hands rather abruptly, and Aubrey loomed over her.

"If I had your hair and your eyes, I would wear....This, this, this, oh no, that won't do, this this this and this," he said quickly, dropping a few onto her left and right hands. "No need to thank me, dahling." Putting the box down on her bed, he flounced back to his bed where he continued messing around with his luggage.

Not for the first time today, Aislin gaped. She looked down at her hands, at the box, at Cho-cho then back at him. Numbly, while trying to comprehend what on earth was going on, she wore the various studs and rings and ornaments automatically, until her hands were empty.

"I'm done now dahling, we might as well head out to this Battler's Forest those PA people were shouting about some time ago," Aubrey pronounced, standing up.

"Weren't we supposed to meet some Professor or something like that?" Aislin hazarded, not very sure herself.

"Nonsense, nonsense, we'll just go straight to the assembly place," was the reply.

With rather mixed feelings, Aislin got to her feet, only pausing to check if all her Pokeballs were in her pocket, walking out of the dorm room. Aubrey had already swept out, taking Briar and Celadine along. Cho-cho stayed behind her, seemingly amused by all that had gone on.

Aislin wasn't very sure what to think of her new roommate. As first impressions went, he seemed quite decent, if not rather narcissistic and flamboyant. Shrugging, she continued walking, pretty sure that she would have plenty of time to know more of him.

Walking out of Midori, she looked around but Aubrey had already disappeared from sight. She toyed with the idea of looking for him, but decided that it wasn't necessary, she'll see him at the orientation. Having left her map back in the dorm room, she wandered around aimlessly, trying to read and follow various signboards placed up in strategic locations.

Along the way, she noticed two guys, one, tall and burly, the other,shorter than his companion, but taller than she was, with a rather lanky build. For some reason, the latter was carrying a rather large sword, fixed to his side, and they seemed to be followed by what looked like a menagerie of Pokemon.

They saw her staring, and stopped walking. "Hello," said the bigger one, his smile widening. "I'm Rywen, he's Ichigo-kun. Looking for the orientation grounds?" he asked, ignoring the dirty look his friend had given him for the "-kun".

"Yeah," she replied, smiling in return. "I'm Aislin. What's up with that sword?" she asked, before remembering that it may be constituted as an odd, even rude question. Mentally berating herself, she started counting the number of Pokemon following them and though menagerie was a bit of an exaggeration, most normal people didn't have six pokemon following them around.

"It is a matter of honour," Ichigo stated, and noticing her gaze. "If you are wondering about the Pokemon, I have a great aversion to such barbaric objects of incarceration, and so I refuse to confine my beloved comrades in such an unseemly fashion."

"I....see..." Aislin replied rather slowly, somehow amused. She controlled her laughter though, not wanting to seem so rude. Cho-cho had no such trepidations, and was openly snickering. Nudging her friend gently, Aislin tried to maintain her composure, and with masterful effort, managed to pull herself together.


I've realised in this post my character barely finishes most of her sentences...maybe cos I'm lazy to think of how to end them =D
Tag B4 and/or Prof. Jb Wolf. Sorry if I messed up the characters, I did try to stick close to character descriptions provided ^^

[darktyranitar]

Name: Alan Bradley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Alan stands at about 5’6”, with medium built, with a little clump of fat around his stomach (though not very noticeable). His dark green eyes are usually in a droop, his hair is a mass of tangle, and his beard is unshaved – showing that he didn’t care much of his appearance.
He rarely changed his t-shirt (preferring to keep it for two day or more, and he used to wear the same t-shirt for a week), and changed his jeans even more rarely. From the torn and the colour of dirt on the legs of the jeans, and the faded colour of the jeans, it can be assumed that he has been wearing the jeans for a very long time.
Personality: Alan is a man of peace (but is usually called coward), usually choosing to excuse himself should any potential trouble occur. He is quite a patient guy. He doesn’t really participate in a Pokemon battle, but might go for a round or two if you persuade him hard enough (or you taunt him hard enough).
Bf/Gf: None. Any taker?
History: Alan had lived in Fuschia city ever since the day he was born. During his 10th birthday he – like any good 10 years old would do – went for a journey. His father had made a bet that he’d quit Pokemon training in less than three month – stating that he does not has what it takes to be a trainer. He took the bet, agreeing that he’ll never go for another journey should he quit.
He quitted in a month time. He couldn’t take the pressure and the loneliness of travelling alone, far away from home. Defeated, he went back home, where he then helped his dad with Pokemon breeding.
Being close to the Safari Zone is a good thing, since there is a lot of Pokemon that he and his dad could raise up for breeding purpose. Eventually, he got himself a Rhyhorn (from the Safari Zone) and a Magnemite (one of his dad friend’s gave it to him), and they evolved a few years after that. He was quite happy that he is breeding Pokemon. Life was good at that time.
During his 18th birthday, his Tangela – the one that he got as a starter – evolved, and he was really happy about it (he found the form better than Tangela’s). A few day after that, he received a letter from the Lapras Valley University.
Other: He brought a few hentai books, and he is very secretive about it (only read it during the middle of the night).
Pokemons: Pokemons: Magneton, Rhydon (F), Tangrowth (M) (will put nickname)
Cast of Gone DP!. Half of it, anyway
Degree: Breeding



[b]Alan Bradley
Stranger in a strange land

“Hey, we’re here.” The magazine was pulled off from my face, and I blinked my eyes from the sudden exposure to the bright sunlight.

“What, we’re already here? I barely had the time to sleep…” I looked down at my watch. Wow, I’ve been asleep for 2 hours, huh? I slowly got up, noticing the crowds outside.

Well, I’m finally here. At the Lapras Valley University.

“You’re lucky that you get into a uni, ya know?” My brother, Eric said, helping me with my luggage. “Back then, I had to quit high school ‘cause dad’s business was going down…”

Yes… I always hear this same kind of story… I didn’t really paid attention to the rest of his talk; it’s probably the same ol’ story on how he wished he was in university, how I was very lucky that I was offered into the Lapras Valley University, and how he was very proud…

He probably noticed the bored look on my face. “Look, all I wanna say is, go out there and make the family proud. Don’t disappoint us.”

I let out a yawn. “Isn’t that something that should be said by dad?”

He sulked. “Can’t I be a bit proud of my own brother?” He gave a hard pat on my shoulder, almost sending me sprawling. “Take care, bro.”

“Right. Anyway, thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime.” I watched him as the car slowly moved, but just as I turned around and began to make my way to the university, he shouted, “And damn, don’t you think I’m too stupid to notice that some hentai books that are missing from my room! I’ll kill you if I find even the smallest trace of drool or blood on them!”

I looked at the crowd nearby. Uh-oh, they have heard the whole thing… I hastened my face, not wanting to watch the reaction on their face – hoping that no one in the vicinity will ever bring that subject up.

How embarrassing.


*****

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

After a quick nap and a sign in, I was on my way into my dorm. I had earlier looked at the map that they had provided in the letter; it seems that my dorm, the Kuro dorm is the furthest compared to the other dorm. 1 PM, huh? I looked at my watch. There’s still plenty of time.

During the walk, I encountered a trio of punks (I assumed that’s what they are, based on their clothing), and they had a pissed off look on their face, and they had smoke coming out from various burnt part of their clothes – and I found this funny because it reminds me of the cartoon. One where the angry character had smoke coming out from their head.

I slowly walked pass them, head hung low – keeping a low profile. They didn’t seem to notice me, as they continued walking, muttering something between the lines of “damn junior” and “the little bastard just screwed us.” I kept going until I finally arrived at the Kuro dorm. As I walked in, I noticed a group of student crowding in a hallway, engaged in a conversation. I merely brushed past them; they didn’t seem to notice my presence.

I stood in front of my room, taking a slight breath in, and turned the door knob. I was met with two people, standing in front of the door - one looked like he was from the Asian origin, while the other was… well, a dwarf. And it was not that the Asian guy was tall; I considered myself as not a tall person, and this guy was inches below me.

“That’s the second time that door opened before I could get to it. Funny, huh?” the shorter of the duo said.

I decided not to point out about his height. Not now, anyway. “Err… hi guys. I guess we’re roommates from now on, huh?”

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>>Arrival<<
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"LVU, here I come!" I exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air as I jumped down from the train which had reached its final destination of Indigo Plateau.

I took a deep breath and the smell of fresh grass and a sense of competitiveness came over me. I was accepted into one of the more accomplished universities across the four regions. "It's goina be a fun year, huh Sceptile" I said, looking over at the tall, lizard Grass-type. "Sceptile!" he exclaimed as well, holding onto some of my bags. I hefted two bags on my shoulder and said "Alright, lets get going!"

After a fairly uneventful bus ride, I reached the front entrance of the University. "Here we are, have a good year" the bus driver said as I and a few others were getting off. "Hey, thanks a bunch" I said, saluting to him and began walking in.

As I walked in with a few other students, I heard a yell come over from one of the other entrances. I turned and looked and saw a tall, slender red-head just vaulting over one of the school walls with two bags on her, almost as if it was nothing. "Holy shit..." I said to no one in particular, my eyes widening a bit at the stunt. Damn, that must've taken alot of effort from her... I thought to myself, as I saw that the student was dumbfounded at the sight of a student gate (apparently, she vaulted over the wall near the gate for all the professors). I shrugged it off and went off to find the Pokemon Center.

After registering myself as a student, a message rang across the PA system:

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr. Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

One my eyebrows raised up for moment. "Is it just me or were those professors' names off of people from American Idol?" I said out loud to myself. I shrugged it off again and left the Pokemon Center, in search of my dorm.

After about 20-30 minutes...

I stumbled into the main lobby of the Anka dorm. "Damn...these...bastards... for putting...this...godforsaken...dorm...so...friggin ...far" I said huffing after lugging all my things from the Pokemon Center all the way to the dorm. I collapsed for a minute just to catch my breath up. "I wish I was a little less lazy..." I mumbled to myself into the carpet. I thought about what I just said for a moment and then waved it off, saying "Nahhh" and jumped back up and resumed walking with my things, praying there weren't a colossal amount of stairs waiting for me before reaching my dorm.

After reaching my dorm (which thankfully was on the ground floor), I opened up the door and saw a very strange sight indeed: A red-head girl doing a handstand split on one of the chairs. Uh...OK, that's not too weird I told myself, scratching my head. "Uh, hey...looks like I'm your roommate" I said a bit matter-of-factly.

Next thing I know, I felt like I was being Doubleslapped by a very pissed off Wigglytuff. "PERVERT!! NO WAY YOU CAN BE MY ROOMMATE!!" she exclaimed as she continued to slap me around like a rag doll. I fell to the ground in a complete daze after the assault ended. Great year this is going to be... I thought to myself dizzily...

[Dark-San]

Chapter 3: Orientation Camp, here we go.

“Great now, I have not one but two roommates.”

The dwarf stared at both me and the other pal from to head to toe. He shrugs for a while.

“I wonder if the campus had made any mistake in this arrangement though this room is fit for three people to stay. Either way, I have to go to get a bite. See you guys later.”

With that, the dwarf went out and closes the door behind him.

My face twitch for a while and in disgust, I swung to look at the medium built guy. His face was too in a shock of the array of various roommates he gets.

“Who are you now?”

His attention soon directed at me and he smiled.

“Afternoon mate, my name is Alan Bradley.”

“Another battler like that shorty that went off?”

As I hinted to Alan about my dislike for battlers, as my face tilt towards Vince’s bed whose battling tip magazines are all over it.

Alan hesitated for a second before replying,

“Actually I’m in breeding and wouldn’t like a battle at all.”

“Oh! What a bloody warm- welcoming introduction.”

I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, another fellow student who share my thoughts.

“Cheers my friend, my name is Hiroshi Nagasaki. I’m here to study breeding too. Glad to know that there is a fellow classmate here.”

Alan was in a state of surprise and blinked his eyes several times. He could not believe his luck that he managed to meet up with another classmate.

We struck a very good conversation about the breeding tips that each of us had encountered from our experiences with pokemons as we begin packing our stuffs for the orientation camp. It was unfortunately cut short with Alan reminding me.

“Hey aren’t we supposed to assemble by 1300hrs?”

“Shimata! We should really get going, shouldn’t we?”

Grabbing my backpack and throwing it behind my shoulders, my new friend and me heads out of the Kuro dorm.


------------- Act 7: Another friend? -------------

On our way out of the dorm, we were walked past a dorm door that was not shut properly.

Andy out of curiosity pushes the door and was greeted by the sight of the most beautiful lady he had ever met.

The lady apparently was caught surprised by the sudden abrupt intrusion of Andy. Out from nowhere, my head pops out from the door and took a glimpse of the lady.

“Hey lady, I’m sorry if my friend bothers you. But isn’t the freshmen supposed to meet up outside the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1300hrs? It is already like 1245pm, 15 minutes is all we get to travel there and listen to any further instructions.”

“Oh its alright. I will catch up soon no need to worry about me at all. Thanks anyway.”

With that, I looked at Andy, who closed the door behind him, as we made our way finally out of the dorm.

“Your face looked flustered up, you sure you are okay? It seems like you skipped a heartbeat back then when looking at the lady.”

Andy was speechless for the rest of the journey as we casually strolled towards the intended direction.

*Note – The lady I am referring here to is Naomi Windfall. Sorry classycat sis if it disrupts your plan. From the looks of it, it seems like you are waiting for someone to tag you. And I just did it. ^.^


------------- Act 8: Orientation Camp begins and a little surprise-------------

The crowd of freshmen are getting rowdy as impatience seem to overwhelm them. The summer heat must be the culprit as the blazing hot sun bakes the crowd and shows no bias mercy.

“Damn, the crowd is pissing off the professors.”

“I could see from here Hiroshi but where are we suppose to go?”

“I believe it is that way.”

My fingers pointing towards a guy with an arm bandage, holding up a sign showing ‘Breeding degree’.

“Lets get over there then.”

Without further a do, I zoomed there and by accident bumped onto our short friend.

“Hey roommate, do you know where does the battler’s line up at?”

I did not answer him as I scowled, my usual bad habit of not replying to a person that I do not like to talk to.

“Erm, I believe it is over there.”

Andy noticed my change in behavior and saved me from trouble by pointing into the direction.

“Thanks for the heads- up, mates”

With that, he moves off once again.

“No need to bother about guys like him, we need to get to ours now.”

Upon reaching the destination, I was busy chatting up with Andy until the PA system sounded again.

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

I turned my head as I stood face to face staring at the sight of the man whose arm I had twisted earlier. Both of us dumbfounded, rooted on the spot.

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster
2) Tags Classycat_18 – Sees Act 7
3) Tags darktyranitar
4) Chapter 4 – Day 1 Orientation Camp

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Well. I might as well have my fun before I'm shooed off into my proper dorm... :p 80% dialoguepost!



Namie Lloyd
Made With Air


"Why, Kuriko, people will think you're afraid to let them see you speak," said Namie brightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"

- She did, she's just playing Little Miss Shrink with you, groused Nishikaze, hovering over his owner's head to gaze at the new arrival.

"mumblemumblemumblethere were these two very stupid men in the same dorm as memumblemumble."

"You see, Kuriko-chan, if you would speak clearly like this all the time everyone would hear you better, and they would appreciate you for what you are! And then you would be more attractive even to such dense specimens of the human race as the two very stupid men in your dorm!" A switch went click in the recesses of Namie's mind. Ah... "What kind of very stupid men are they, by the way?"

- Oh sure, just because I'm only a ghost, don't listen to me. Thank you very much. Your nonconcern is sorely ruminated over. Go away, little bird - stop staring at me. Your puerile eyeballing will not work on one such as I, who's been in the ghosting business for years...

Nitres ignored the Haunter's monologue, and went on staring. Eventually Nishikaze retreated to his former position behind Namie, sulking. Their respective owners were still talking.

"- it's not that I have a day job looking for stupid men, why would I want to meet stupid men?"

"...personal amusement."

"Right, right, ahaha - Kuriko-chan knows me too well, don't you. This time it's on official business from the Lloyds, though. Uncle Souji, you know, Indiana Jones sort of man, very famous and etcetera and of course from the main house, says he wants me to find my 'stupid cousin Ichi' and make sure he's not getting into too much trouble."

"...I'm glad neither of my parents married into the Lloyd name..."

"So as you can see, I'm rather interested in those two very stupid men you mentioned earlier. White suit and a sword, you say? Do you think that white suit looked 'ponce'-y?"

"...yes, very..."

"About this height, lots of Pokemon?" Namie indicated the exact measurement shown to her by her uncle by raising her hand four inches above her head.

"...yes, probably..."

"And he did indeed have a 'stupid friend' with him, as you mentioned."

"...incidentally his name is Ichigo Tsurugi... Lloyd, now that you've told me all this..." Kuriko's deadpan expression changed slightly, as if she didn't like the taste left in her mouth by saying stupid cousin Ichi's name out loud.

Namie clapped her hands on Kuriko's narrow shoulders, beaming. "Excellent! Just the stupid man I want! I must meet your dormmates as soon as possible!"

There was a pause as both girls eyed Namie's cumbersome luggage. Kuriko looked blankly at her cousin; Namie chuckled sheepishly, lifting up her Gible as an explanation, and returning her to a pokeball.

"Ahaha... if I could find my own dorm first, it would be good..."



*


The cool air of the Pokemon Center washed over the forms of the two girls and their Pokemon, and in Nishikaze's case went right through. Namie noticed that this Pokemon Center was better equipped than the old one back in Violet, which had a bamboo grove around it that was threatening to take over the walls. Here, everything was shiny and new. The countertops glittered. She apologised profusely to the Nurse Joy at the counter, and requested new papers, which she got, promptly.

The pink-clad nurse waved cheerily at Kuriko. "Hello, Miss Shiamari! Is she one of your friends?"

"My cousin."

"Do remember to get your work schedule here after orientation ends, I'll have it all ready for you."

"I will."

Namie smiled back sunnily at Joy, to make up for Kuriko's dull response. Heading for the sliding doors, she unfolded her housing documents. "Kuro dorm? But I was there just a moment ago..."

A rapidly accelerating blur, that had shortly before strode confidently through the very doors that Namie had been planning to exit, materialised into a tall, rapidly advancing, outstandingly groomed young man. Namie would have walked right into the general area of his abdomen, had the slick-haired personage not held out his arms in a large, form-enveloping embrace.

For a very brief, gobsmacked moment, Namie caught a goodly whiff of freesia bouquet, and then she realised the man was talking to her, one hand shaking hers and the other flicking back his considerable amount of hair, all actions performed with uttermost grace.

"Why, dahling! You've been the only person I've seen all day who is sporting the latest in spring casual wear! We have definitely, absopositively got to be friends! I am Aubrey Loosestrife, and these are my bee-you-ti-ful beloveds, Briar and Celandine." There was a bark from the Arcanine and a cheep from the Altaria as they were announced, the Altaria preening its golden form most conceitedly. "Who might you be, dahling?"

Namie mentally changed gear. It wasn't so very hard, fashion being one of her chief interests besides studying the behaviour of sentient creatures. "Namie Lloyd. And Nishikaze the Haunter. Most definitively blown to meet such a fine man as yourself, love. Oh, I must thoroughly compliment you on your choice of footwear: I've often longed to be able to pull off skintight calf boots such as yours - these Zoras really flatter the form, don't they!"

"Of course they do, I myself have an unchallenged sense of what is and what isn't, dahling. Let me guess yours - altered ski boots from Hunter and Dalrymple?"

"Simply splendid, love!"

Kuriko watched all this with eyes rather wider than usual. There were perhaps traces of the traditional blue lines about her temple.

With a sudden movement, the newly introduced Aubrey Loosestrife grabbed Namie's wrist. "Dahling, you don't mean to say - this is a guitar pick personally autographed by Ken Lloyd - you, you are his sister?!"

"Perfectly in order, love, there are papers and all that."

And I drip... I drip... I drip it onto you... GO FOR IT, WURZWORTH! *dissolves into helpless laughter*
*small side-note to Box: OMG Namie is turning into an evil version of Sayuri. :x

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Shock ~*~*~*~*~

Shock and a mild case of dizziness overtook me as I looked at the man that stood at my doorway. How dare he say he was going to be my room mate! Swinging around I brought myself up from the floor and ran at him full tilt, striking him across the face twice before kneeing him in the gut, dropping him to the ground. “Pervert!” I glared, noticing a piece of paper fall from his fingertips. Curious, I reached down and picked it up as the guy continued to groan. ‘Shaan Rumuk, Dorm room 1221.’ The note read. So, it wasn’t a mistake, he really was my room mate. “Oh… crap.” I muttered in shock.

Grasping Shaan’s arm, I dragged him halfway through the dorm room and lifted him onto the mattress in my room. “Everything is spinning.” He mumbled as I rushed into the kitchen grabbing a wash rag and dampening it, running it over his face.

“Sorry, Sorry.” I repeated over and over again. His eyes finally rolled back into his, I drew in a long sigh and went back to his suitcase, opening it up and unpacking his clothes, placing them in the drawers and closet. Writing a note of apology and leaving it on his chest before leaving the room.

I needed to clear my head, to try and figure out all that was happening, College seemed so crazy. Walking out of the dorm, I continued on a path past many students who seemed to just be walking around. My legs began to itch as continued on the path, reminding me that I still hadn’t finished my warm up exercises. Glancing over at a long Bike rack, a small grin formed on my lips.

Racing forward I leapt onto the top of the bike rack, the service round but usable, and not as slippery as I imagined. Springing up, I flew into the air, performing a half twist and extending my arms before bringing my feet down to make contact with the surface of the Bike ramp. Some people stopped for a moment to take notice as I swung around, performing a handstand, followed by a split while doing the handstand. Now the applause began.

Blushing ever so slightly at the attention, I swung my legs around and came about standing on the rack again. Taking in another long breath I gazed down the length of the ramp. “Okay guys, watch this, it will be awesome!” I grinned running down the length of the ramp. Near the end I jumped, twisting in the air, I brought my arms in to my chest, twisting faster into the spin as I angled my twist into a flip. Halfway through the spin I opened my arms, grapping a hold of the top of a light pole, swinging around the top of it several times before going into my flip.

I got a glance at the crowd noticing that they were pulling closer, close enough that they were where I was supposed to land. Not good, Not Good, NOT GOOD! All I could do now was finish my spin, carrying me already past some of the heads of the people in the crowd. I closed my eyes, biting my lip and braced for impact. Hitting some one straight on, sending both of us to the ground, only instead of bouncing off of him, and probably breaking several bones, I found two arms around me, holding in the impact. I glanced up, finding a auburn haired man with messy hair looking back down at me. “Sorry sorry.” I stood up immediately, offering him a hand up. His emerald green eyes looking into mine, giving me more than a jolt as he took my hand and stood. “I wasn’t expecting the audience to be so close.” I grinned, digging my toe into the ground.

He shrugged back. “Its okay, I just don’t normally make it a habit of catching girls falling from the sky.” He smiled back as the crowd began to disperse. “I’m Rywen by the way.” He offered a hand to which I quickly shook it.

“Akira.” I grinned back, hearing the intercom announcing where we were supposed to meet. “Crap I’m already late, see ya!” I waved, taking off running in the direction that I believed was where the contest trainers were supposed to meet. My mind already focusing on the upcoming adventure at my first day of school.

[Weasel Overlord]

AHAHAH!! *giggles uncontrollably* Aubrey is FUN! And already, dahling-syndrome is SPREADING! AHAHHAHHAHAH!!! *collapses*
(wow, this was shorter than I thought... o.O)


Aubrey Loosestrife
boom chicka chicka
*
”So you’re his… Ken Lloyd’s. That is, his. As in, the lead singer from FAKE?. You’re actually Ken Lloyd’s sister?! His actual sister! Ken Lloyd. Actually Ken Lloyd’s sister…” Aubrey broke off to take a moment to fan himself rapidly with one hand, all the while grasping onto Namie Lloyd’s wrist, one finger absently stroking the famed pick.

“Ken Lloyd…” He repeated softly. “Actually Ken Lloyd.”

Namie looked intensely amused at this outburst. “Are you a fan love?”

“Dahling, I simply adore FAKE?. In fact, the very depths of my adoration could never be plunged by a mere mortal. Your brother. Your brother is my idol. My sex god. The one man who has stolen my heart and my soul with a song and a smoulder. The one man whose cheekbones could rival my own. The one man who I would give myself over to within a second dahling. A second. And he is your brother. Oh lucky day that I struck up conversation with you dahling! Oh, I shall thank my stars every day from now on, that I, me, Aubrey Loosestrife, a mere contest coordinator, has managed to meet the very sister of Ken Lloyd himself.” He stopped for breath and smiled winningly.

“Ken Lloyd.” He repeated, breathily. “Ken fucking Lloyd. Oh would you just excuse my language dahling! Most inappropriate of me, I do apologise. So anyway. I, as I’ve already mentioned, am here to study contest coordination. And yourself, most beautiful Namie-sister-of-Ken?”

“I’m studying breeding love. I guess that means we’re nowhere near each other in the dorms then. Such a shame.”

“Ah but it is a shame dahling. One oozing with such style as you clearly are would be a perfect dormmate. Alas, it seems we are fated to spend our time apart, oh esteemed sister-of-Ken, Namie. But never fear dahling! For here is my mobile phone number, and we shall meet up as soon as you have free time for latte and drinks and coffee and salads! And all will be well! Except now, my dahling, I have to depart. My timetable calls me to the Battler’s Forest, which is where I presume you also have to meet the professors? Am I right dahling?”

Namie nodded and grinned as Aubrey scribbled down his phone number onto a scrap of paper and handed it to her with a flourish.

“There! And you simply must call me, dahling!” Aubrey hooked his arm into Namie’s and strode out of the Pokémon centre, Briar and Celandine following after them.

“And you must dish the gossip on your sex g-I mean- brother, dahling! Tell me everything!”

[Blademaster]

Vince



"So, you're my new roommate, heh?"


Vince blinked and looked up at the newcomer.


"I was just gonna ask you something similar, pal." he said, adjusting his shades. "But, yeah. The name's Vincent Lancaster. You can call me Vince."


He offered the newcomer his hand; the bigger teen shook it, smiling cheerfully.


"Hiroshi Nagasaki." he said with a slight bow. "It is a pleasure for meeting you."


Vince paused, a bit taken aback by his new roommate's strange accent, but he shook it off.


"Same here." he said nonchalantly. "So, what're you in for? Breeding, battling, or Contests?"


Hiroshi's expression seemed to darken a bit.


"Breeding." he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.


Silence.


"You... aren't here to breeding Pokemons, are you?" he said in a tone that sounded more like accusing than asking.


"Nope." Vince replied, shaking his head. "I'm here for a battling degree; I'm gonna become the best battler this place has ever seen!"


Hiroshi scowled.


"Oh, you are...?" he growled.


Vince finally began to take notice of the hostile sarcasm in Hiroshi's voice, but before he could act on it, the door to his and Hiroshi's room swung open again, and another Asian teen walked in; this one was shorter and had darker skin than Hiroshi, and his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for at least a year.


Vince gave the newcomer an amused look.


“That’s the second time that door opened before I could get to it." he said with a cynical grin. "Funny, huh?”


The newbie looked at Vince in a confused way for a moment, before finally replying:


“Err… hi guys. I guess we’re roommates from now on, huh?”


Vince shrugged.


"Seems that way to me." he said. "What's your name, new guy?"


"Um... Alan. Alan Bradley."


"Nice to meetcha." Vince said with a nod and another handshake. "I'm Vincent Lancaster; this guy is Hir-"


“Great..." Hiroshi interrupted, frowning something awful by this point. "Now I have not one, but two roommates!”


Vince frowned and rolled his eyes. Somehow, he was beginning to think Hiroshi may not be the easiest person to room with.


“Huh, maybe the campus made a mistake setting us all up in the same room..." Vince said, subtly taunting Hiroshi a little. "Then again, this room is big enough for all three of us..."


He shrugged.


"Either way, I have to go to get a bite. See you guys later.”


With that, the dwarf went out and closed the door behind him.

And then, he turned and stood with his ear pressed against the door, listening to his roommates:

“Who are you now?”

“Afternoon mate, my name is Alan Bradley.”

“Another battler like that shorty that went off?”

“...Actually I’m in breeding and wouldn’t like a battle at all.”

“Oh! What a bloody warm-welcoming introduction! Cheers my friend, my name is Hiroshi Nagasaki. I’m here to study breeding too. Glad to know that there is a fellow classmate here!”

Vince frowned and pulled away from the door.

'So THAT'S it...' he thought. 'Hiroshi has some kind of vendetta against battlers... And it seems like Alan is pretty much the same...'

Vince adjusted his shades, then turned and walked off down the hallway.

'Fine by me... Just means less competition to get in my way.'


------------------------------------------------------------------


About fifteen minutes later, Vince was wandering down the hallway of one school building, on his way to the Battler's Forest, when suddenly a short, black-clad figure darted around the corner.


"Ack!" Vince yelped, jumping back away from whoever had just almost trampled him."


"Oh, thank Groudon!" the figure replied, putting a hand on his chest. "I finally found someone..."


Vince raised an eyebrow, one hand poised to grab and toss his first Pokeball at any moment.


"Found someone?" Vince echoed suspiciously. "What are ya, lost?"


The black-clad boy scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.


"Well... yes... um... excuse me, but can you help me find the Battler's Forest?"


Vince slowly relaxed his hand.


""The Forest... That's where I'm heading." he said. "Wait, so you're just lost, is all?"


The boy finally seemed to realize Vince's noticeable size; what looked like a hint of jealousy appeared on his face for a split-second before it was replaced by an embarrassed blush.


"Erm... yeah." he responded. "Pretty much..."


Vince sighed.


"OK, follow me." he said, gesturing to a door to his left.


The black-clad youth breathed a sigh of relief.


"You have no idea how much you just helped me..." he said gratefully. "Thanks... uh... friend."


"The name's Vince Lancaster." Vince replied, opening the somewhat heavy door. "And don't mention it. It's good to see at least one person in this school can go for more than two minutes without turning into an asshole."


"Er... what?"


"Never mind. Just a few upper-crust punks and a narrow-minded roommate. By the way, I don't think I got your name."


The black-garbed boy paused.


"It's Ienzo... Ienzo Lumaria."



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Well, it seems that one disaster has been averted. To the Battler's Forest! :hellyeah:


(runs off in the direction Ienzo was going)

[Shadow Djinn]

Note to self: Remember about RPGs when you're playing Pokemon DP.

Name: Cosmo Cariso
Age: 19
Gender : Male
Physical Desc.: His main hairdo is long black hair with bangs that usually cover his eyes, forcing him to constantly brush it away. A dark blue coat is worn over a white shirt, with the coat going down to his thighs. His eyes have a lazy feel, dark black and usually portraying uninterest. Standing at 6'3, Cosmo is incredibly bony, though his legs are muscled from years of running. He wears plain black slacks that sag, somewhat covering his pair of white shoes, streaked with blue. Across his waist is a crisp, new pokeball belt, with the number of slots occupied often random. The belt itself is of black leather, and a necklace is worn on his neck, holding another pokeball decorated with a gilded C. (Therefore the maximum pokeballs on his belt is five.)
Personality: Laid back and uninterested, Cosmo is often bored with life overall. He even considers battling somewhat of a nuisance, though deep down he is a quick thinker, able to adapt to situations easily. He has several sore spots that can get him mad really quickly, (covered in history), and also dislikes being told what to do. A strong feeling of independence is inside him, and Cosmo is quick to refuse help when others offer it, no matter the situation. Possessing a great knack for subtle sarcasm, it's often hard to tell if he's telling the truth or just screwing around (whcih he likes to do a lot as well). His sleeping habits are incredibly abnormal, and it's not uncommon to see him snoozing off in class and walking around at ungodly hours.
Bf/Gf: None
History: The Cariso family was rather notorious, known throughout the world for being one of the biggest pokemon breeding/selling companies in the regions. Cosmo's father always had a knack for both breeding and business, incredibly quick in seizing business deals. Raised on a secluded mansion in the Seafoam Islands, Cosmo saw his father and mother only once or twice a year. When he was nine, he was reluctantly allowed to attend a Pokemon boarding school in Johto (near Blackthorn), where he received his first pokemon, a Growlithe. In his first few years, Cosmo worked incredibly hard in his training, until the fourth term, where during his midterm practical exam, his teacher criticized his entire personality and battling style to great intensity, comparing him to his older brother, Asyri, who had attended the same school and was the top of his class. The instructor claimed he disgraced the Cariso name, and had him removed from his class. Demoralized by this, Cosmo's grades and performance continued to drop until his father pulled him out. Enraged by his poor performance, Cosmo spent his next two years (fourteen and fifteen) at a boarding school for 'juvenille delinquets', which his father now labelled him as. After the second year, he and several of his classmates ran away from the school. Unsure of where to go after that, Cosmo wearily led them to Mt. Pyre (on accident, for reference, the school was near Lilycove), where they met an old couple after one of the escapees stole their dinner. Giving them shelter for several months, a mudslide ended up destroying their home as well as the couple, along with two of Cosmo's friends. With their numbers dwindled to three, the survivors went on seperate paths. One joined Team Magma, while the other joined Team Magma, despite Cosmo's constant protests. Over the years, he now had a team of Arcanine, Eevee, and Nidorino, and decided to travel to Rustboro to take on the first gym. However, he was tracked down by his brother, Asyri, in Slateport City, and unwilling brought back to the main headquarters of Cariso Incorporated in Celadon City. He was then lectured by his father, which eventually lead to him fleeing once more in the middle of a furious rainstorm. His father then gave up on searching for him and disowned him officially. Finding it in a newspaper in Saffron the next day, Cosmo was hardly affected, managing his way back to Hoenn and earning two badges before he grew bored of Gyms. After losing to Watson of Mauville, the old gym leader reccomended that he enroll in Lapras High. Figuring it'd be something to do, Cosmo decided to do so, purposely choosing the Battling degree to spite his dad.
Other:. I think I already mentioned his weird sleeping habits.
Pokemons: Arcanine (M, Mugen), Nidoking (M, Sanshiki), Jolteon (M, Rai), Dragonair (M, Hyourinmaru), Sneasal (M, Zangetsu)
Degree: Battling

Several months back...

"Magneton, Thunderbolt."

The old man's voice was collected despite his position of two pokemon to three. A trio of metallic spheres were joined together, three swiveling eyes focused as six red-blue magnets buzzed in unison, firing off a wave of shimmering yellow.

"Rai. Agility, Pin Missile."

The black-haired boy's tone was lax and laid back, displaying no excitement at his apparent advantage. A yellow-white four-legged creature creased his beady eyes, letting out a hoarse battle cry before dissapearing into a streak of gilded stripes, a shower of sleek projectiles bursting from his pale white mane, peppering the Magneton's steel hide. The javelin of static electricity dissipated as it hit the ground.

"Tri Attack." Watson rolled his eyes slightly at Jolteon's display, obviously finding some flaw in the pokemon's performance. As a collaboration of fire, ice, and thunder raced forward in magnificent colors, Jolteon impulsively fired off a javelin of his own crackling electricity. The attacks collided, Jolteon's projectile tearing through the combination, several flames streaking behind it, before suddenly veering off in its course and smashing into the ground. Jolteon proceeded to hit the floor as well, flames dancing about his coat, several spiky locks of his mane now frozen solid.

"Flash Cannon now," Watson cut in, cancelling out Cosmo's dull tone.

"Double Kick," Cosmo repeated loudly.

Jolteon rose quickly, managing to leap into the air to avoid a steely beam of energy, landing on the magnet pokemon and slamming his hind legs several times into his writhing opponent. Mustering his strength, Magneton retorted with glowing a silvery white, letting out a nasally roar before it...exploded. Smoke decorated the arena, which had now been blemished with several craters, and Watson recalled Magneton with a hearty grin.

"Cheap tactics," Cariso replied lightly. He reached for a pokeball at his belt, angling it upward so it fired a crimson stream of light in a steady arc, sucking Jolteon back in, whose fur was now lined with soot.

"Last one." The old gym leader grinned. He unclipped another sphere from his belt, drawing his arm back witih a laugh. With a grunt, he sent it spiralling forward; the capsule snapped open in midair, a silvery white beam shooting from the container, forming the outline of a bipdeal creature. As the light faded away, it revealed a yellow pokemon, black stripes decorating his furry coat. Two antennas poked out from an oddly shaped head, and baring his fangs, Electabuzz let out a roar.

A grin now on Cosmo's face, he sent out his own, and a violet behemoth quickly emerged from his pokeball, dwarfing the bipedal tiger in size.

"Nidoking?" Watson commented.

"Nidoking." Cosmo replied.

"Cross Chop." The old man said lazily.

Electabuzz razed forward, quickly sending poised hands into Nidoking's thick armor. The poison pokemon grimaced, doubling over as both hits connected, but responded with a punch, slamming his burly fist into Electabuzz's face. The tiger pokemon skidded back, brushing it off with a sneer.

"Mega combo." Cosmo quickly commanded.

Before Watson could issue his own orders, Nidoking thundered forward, throwing his entire weight into Electabuzz. Sending both pokemon to the ground, Nidoking thrust his horn under one of the tiger pokemon's arms, his horn now glowing a pearly white, before thrusting upward, sending the writhing electric pokemon high into the air.

"THUNDERBOLT!" Watson roared.

Several projectiles of shimmering electricity glided forward, tearing through Nidoking's own bombardment of indigo spheres of darkness. Unaffected by the bolts, Nidoking let out a bellow, leaping into the air with a kick of his brawny legs. Electabuzz, who had avoided the most of the Shadow Balls, twisted around in his decent, a coat of fires dancing around his clenched fists. The pokemon collided with a sudden crack, and smoke flew from Nidoking's coat of armor as he parried both punches. Breaking free, Electabuzz hissed, thrusting both legs into Nidoking's stomach.

The violet Poison pokemon fell to the ground with a sickening crash.

-

"Then after Nidoking got up, Electabuzz Ice Punched him in the gut, then pummeled him with Dynamic Punches and Cross Chops."

Cosmo closed his eyes, leaning his head against the tree he was standing by.

"And that's how I got here."

Reluctantly slinging a large pack onto his shoulder, Cosmo trudged forward, his eyes surveying other residents of the campus of Lapras High University.

From a distance, he could see a small boy talking angrily to others, along with someone the trainer thought was rather 'emo' looking. Eyeing the paper he clutched in his hand once more, he muttered "Midori Dorm" as he entered a stream of hallways, eyeing the signs swiftly before moving onto the next. Ten minutes of systematic searching later, he finally came upon his room (after realizing he was first in Kuro Dorm, exited the building annoyedly then runnign over to Midori), which was rather sparse (he noted that there were THREE beds). Tossing his pack onto one of the beds, he followed suit by leaping onto the hard matress. He was surprised to find a folded up piece of paper, and upon unfolding it, he glanced at the time.

"Twelve thirty-five." He noted. "Better get ready for mister 'Simon Cowell'.."
-

Rushed, ya, but I got to where I'm supposed to be. ^_^;

[The_Missing_Link]

Name: Andrea "Andy" Greenwood
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: She stands at 5'5 and is thin and sort of pale but is in good shape from training with her Pokemon. Her eyes are a mix of blue, gray and green and her hair is a chocolate brown that lies straight down at her shoulders although she likes to put it up for training and battling. She prefers wearing t-shirts and jeans with sneakers but isn't against dressing up if the occasion calls for it.
Personality: Andy is a kind but quiet person, more likely to be off training with her Pokemon rather than hang out at a party with her friends. If she's in the right mood though, she's rather outgoing and more apt to do something that doesn't involve Pokemon. She's determined to be the best trainer but knows how to balance the need to win and keeping her Pokemon happy. If they won't or can't battle, she won't force them to continue.
Bf: Very much open
History: Born and raised in Mahogany Town, she's the daughter of breeders and granddaughter of Pryce, the leader of the Mahogany gym. With such an eclectic background, no one knew where she would end up but without much thought, she decided battling was her calling. Pryce immediately took her under his wing with the intention of her becoming the heir to his gym. He gave her a Snorunt at the age of eight, which she named Isis. After five hard years of training, her grandfather gave her a Dawn Stone, which was apparently hard to obtain but she figured he had connections in the Shinou region. She evolved Isis into a Froslass and over the past seven years, she has collected a wide variety of Pokemon and decided to apply to Lapras Valley University to test her skills and help her decide whether becoming the next Mahogany Town gym leader is what she really wants to do
Pokemon: Froslass (Isis), Charizard (Drake), Buizel (Shino), Kirlia (Apollo), Hitmonlee (Orion)
Degree: Battling


Andy Greenwood
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Andy Greenwood stared out the window and sighed as the train was finally arriving at the Indigo Plateau. The last time she ventured out of northern Johto was at least two years ago and that was to Shinou on the advice of her grandfather, Pryce, to see the world before she decided to commit to living in Mahogany Town forever. Shino was the result of her trip and it was fun seeing new Pokemon and battling new trainers but after a month, she grew tired of spending nights in hotels and camp grounds and went back home.

"Here I am, on the road again," Andy murmured to herself. She thought that after the trip to Shinou, she would remain content and train further under her grandfather. After a year and a half, the need to do more with her life gnawed at her being. On a whim, she applied to LVU as she knew it would give her a chance to learn new skills, meet new people and battle new trainers. And now half a year later, she was on her way to a four year commitment that would hopefully prove fruitful.

"Lass," Isis yawned and lifted her head from Sarah's lap.

She smiled and patted the ice Pokemon's head as the train slowly pulled into the station. She motioned for the Froslass to get up and picked up her luggage sitting on the opposite side of the seats. She waited until she got outside to release the rest of her Pokemon and from there they started on the short walk to the university.

It was 12:15 PM by the time they got to the front gates. They barely got through when they heard an announcement.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr. Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Ok, so that gives us 45 minutes to unpack and relax," Andy said aloud to her Pokemon while she suddenly thought of people singing karaoke.

They nodded in agreement and continued on their way to the Kuro dorm, which according to Sarah's acceptance papers was her new residence. Using the good ol' world wide web, she also found out that her roommate's name was Namie Lloyd. Whether she was related to the famous Ken Lloyd was something she wanted to find out but that would have to wait until they actually met each other.

Luckily, using the map of the campus proved fruitful for Sarah as she found her dorm and her room in no time. It was set up like a small apartment, with a common room, two bedrooms and a bathroom but no kitchen. That wasn't much of a loss on Andy's part since she couldn't cook for shit but on those late nights, popcorn or soup wouldn't be an option. She just shrugged in indifference and started helping her Pokemon drag things here and there.

A half an hour later, her things were unpacked and it was nearly ready to get to the Battler's Forest. The damn PA person announced the same message five more times, as if they were all deaf. Andy recalled all of her Pokemon except Isis and Shino and traveled down to the Battler's Forest. People were already there by the time she arrived and at 1 PM, a new announcement came over the PA.

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will follow your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will follow Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

I walked over to the woman who had a "Dr. Paula :) " sign over her head although I was standing with my Pokemon, I felt very alone. I was away from my friends and family and had no idea who these people were. Fantastic.

[classy_cat18]

Naomi Windfall ~ Kuro ~ Battling
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"Let's go, Dante!" I shouted as I rushed out of Kuro dorm. Dante quickly caught up with me and slowed his pace as we raced for the Battler's forest. Which actually looks like a real forest. Chirping bird Pokemon and all.

A couple of the faces were familiar. The two guys that went by my room stood next to me. One looked like he had been traveling for a while. I smiled and waved at him, puzzled by the look that he gave me. The Asian glanced at me and then turned his attention back to Dr. Paula.

Then the three of us split, me heading in a different direction than the other two. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the bearded guy was doing the same. "I guess you're not Battling. I'll see you later. By the way, my name's Naomi," I told him before Dante tugged at my pants leg and urged me to continue walking.

I found myself with a girl that was near me when I was at the last group. I laid my eyes on her Buizel and squealed in delight. Without thinking about the girl's heart condition, I turned to her and started talking. "Is that your Buizel? Okay, stupid question. Of course it is. That Pokemon is soooo cute! I always wanted a Buizel but I already had my precious Staryu and I wanted to keep my team small! Is he a fast swimmer? Is he strong?"

"Uhh..." was all the poor girl could say.

I finally came to my senses. "Oh, my name's Naomi. And this is Dante!" Dante raised a paw in greeting.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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Lyzolda

I kept walking down the rough dirt path that was leading me to the Battle forest were we would start our orientation.

A big pair of tall pylons symbolized the netrance to the forest, some people were already here talking with each other.

I looked down at my watch. "Hmmm still only 12:30....I reckon I have time for a sleep. What do you think of that Kitsune Chan".

The small blue fox looked up at me and with a big grin on its face " RIOLU, LU'

I scouted out a nice big tree with lots of shade, and started to lay down in its shadow. "I guess the others would like to come out to"

I removed my pokeballs from their hooks on my belt and threw into the air. A manegery of pokemon sprang forth in a red light. They all started to lay down in the shade of the tree as well.


~~~~~~~~~~~~25 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I suddenly awoke from my dreaming state when a loud voice came over the loud speaker

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

"Hmmm Randy Orton, Randy Orton who is that" I whispered

A lot of people were here now, nearly thre quarters of all the freshman probably. I scouted around then I noticed a big muscly guy about 6'3" with a sling around one arm and a sign in the other with Breeding written on it. Though there was something a little bit suspicious about this guy, he had lots of tiny baby pokemon around.

"Is this guy for real" I thought

I moved over to the back of the line that had formed around this man.

"Well now all I have to do is wait"

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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Ienzo breathed a sigh of relief when he and Vince finally reached the gate to the battler's forest.

"Thanks Vince," Ienzo smiled, "I owe you one." Vince simply shrugged.

"Don't mention it. You looked like you could use some help."

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

"Well," Vince said, "Looks like we'd better be going. Which degree you doing?"

"Contest," Ienzo simply replied.

"Ah, ok. Well, I'm doing Battling so, I'll guess I'll see you around."

Ienzo nodded and gave him a small wave before heading off towards his coordinator.

He stood about 6'1'', long, neat black hair and looked of asian origin. He had a small friendly smile as the studants lined up in front of him.

Ienzo breathed a small sigh of relief when he found the girl from before was NOT in the same degree as him.

[The_Missing_Link]

Andy - Kuro - Battling
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Andy blinked in confusion as the tall girl started ogling Shino and started talking in a fast and hyper voice.

You're not a hot guy, she thought sadly to herself but quickly tried to get out of that mindset as talking to anyone was better than no one.

"I would like to think he's strong and fast," Andy smiled. "I've had Shino about two years but he's taking his time to evolve. I suppose when he's ready, he'll do it."

Andy squatted down and let Dante sniff her before she started rubbing behind his ear. She had always wanted a Quilava but preferred having one type of Pokemon on her team and Drake took up that spot. Perhaps in the future she would consider getting one.

"ooh, he likes you," Naomi squealed in delight. "I haven't seen him move his hind leg like that in forever!"

Andy chuckled lightly and stood up to face Naomi, much to the disappointment of Dante.

"I'm Andy and you've already met Shino. This is my other Pokemon, Isis."

Andy pointed to the Froslass, who had recently been upstaged by Shino. With the spotlight on her, she cried out in joy and started hovering around Naomi. She smuggled a laugh as Naomi started shivering violently.

"I'm sorry about that," Andy smirked. "She has that effect on everyone at first but you get used to it after a while. Anyway, now that we signed in with Dr. Paula, maybe we should meet our coordinator, whose name I think is Lucy Oarwell."

She looked around and sure enough found a perky blond with the same smiley face next to her name as Dr. Paula. God, it was as if they decided to drown themselves in coffee and take some pep pills to mask their misery.

[Dark-San]

Freshmen Orientation Camp 2007

http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/Battler_Forest.txt

The schedules of the activities are as listed below,


http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/monday.txt
http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/tuesday.txt
http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/wednesday.txt


School Chairman’s Speech

“Ahem… Freshmen, can I have your attention please? My name is Christopher Topplebell. I am the school chairman of university as well as your acting principal. Being here for at least one- sixth of my life, I have seen through this school grow and flourish under the education system.

We have come a long way since 1956, as we would be celebrating our 51st Anniversary as well as the Founder’s Day a few months from now. I am pretty sure by now that as you walked past the seniors, you will noticed this uneasiness between the different faculties.

Yes, I hate to admit it but your seniors of the three different faculties are at war with each other. Even the professors are having a difficult time trying to resolve the issue. All this started around four to five years ago. It all begins when there was a half- a- century tradition of the school that the candidates for the title of the top battler from the battling degree are thrown into the depth of Battler’s Forest. We called it the survivor test. There they would be dispatch into the different location and survive the harsh forest condition. The true winner of that test would be crowned the top battler of Lapras Valley University.

The winner of course will be given a chance to meet up with Battler’s Forest guardian, the legendary Mew. It is a chance of a lifetime to meet up and communicate with the legend itself. Mew has always protected the forest and it is the very heart and soul of the forest itself.

However around the year 1968, we had our battler winner and as usual she was given a chance to meet up with Mew. Her name was Haruhi Kuzuma. She was the elite trainer back then and her pokemons were impressive with a team of Dewgong, Rapidish, Gengar, Hitmochan, Magneton and Flygon. As talented as she is, she was evil hearted. And instead of just meeting up with the legendary pokemon, she wanted to capture it and rear it as her own.

That greed took over her and the meeting became an all-out battle. Or of course, Mew does not stand a chance against a six on one battle and got injured. Before, she can deal it with a final blow with Magneton’s Zap Cannon; the lake swept the injured pokemon away.

Nobody knew of what happen to the Mew. All we know is that Haruhi Kuzuma was stripped of her battler’s title and expelled from the university. Back then, she swore revenge at this injustice but nobody had heard of her since then. If she would to return, she would have been an old lady just like me but perhaps two or three years older.

To pray for the safety of Mew, we had even erected a shrine just next to the lake, hoping that one-day it would return to the forest again. But like Haruhi Kuzuma, it never did too.

Fast forward into year 2002 where we had began our first intake for the newest courses, both contest and breeding. A few months, the campus was in a quiet mode but an outcry broke the peace.

It all started when a school newsletter was published on the issue of the Battler’s tradition. One of the reporters of the newsletter wrote an insulting article on the battling degree, calling them scrums that only feed on the success of their pokemons. It further describe while the pokemons are only battling their guts, their trainers would only stay in one corner, free from any physical attacks. It too stated that an example of a battling student would be Haruhi Kuzuma, the lady responsible for the murder of the Battler’s forest guardian.

Of course this was the trigger that later unleashes a hell nobody expected. The professors even took measures to discipline the culprit behind that article but nonetheless the damage had done. The mistrust between the battling degree cohort and the rest of the faculties grew larger and larger. And eventually the inevitable happened.

The Contest faculty was the one that start the first assault onto the Battling degree. Some students apparently sought out the weaker students and assaulted them, calling them a batch of weaklings who have no backbones. The Battlers retaliated and did the same method but the damage was twice- fold. The Breeding degree got involved somehow and took the side of the Contest faculty.

In the end, the three months all out war was concluded in a tournament where all the faculties are to send out their best for a one on one battle with their counterparts. The battle of course was won by the battling degree and peace was restore.

We have even holidays set by the school to commemorate both occasions, with the Forest Guardian Festival and the school’s battling and contest tournaments. We are in fact still running the Battler’s survival test yearly for the battling degree cohort.

Though the mistrust still tingled around, I certainly hope that with this fresh batch of students, there shouldn’t be any problem on the rivalry affecting you guys.

This will sum up my speech and my student council president will take over from me.”


Student Council President’s Speech

“ Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am your Student Council President. My name is Ayako Oishi. I am a third year student and would be graduating this year from the degree of Breeding.

In fact, let me enlighten you on the job scope of a student council member. In fact many freshmen had this habit of stereotyping the student council members are just merely responsible for upholding the very discipline of the school with the assistance of the professors. In short, they think we are the bad guys.

Yes unfortunately but that is only a fraction of what we do. We organize functions, workshops and festivals. Raising funds of those events, planning, the marketing portion, manage the funds and even getting the sponsors. We perform every inch and ounces of the preparation stage.

Besides this, we settled disputes between the students. Most cases are due to the mistrust of the faculties. And yes, if the settlement goes nowhere, everything would be decided via the pokemon battle. This is how we do things here.

In fact, we plan the event that you are currently participating in, the Freshmen Orientation Camp, as well.

Unfortunately, some of us are graduating this year and this event would be our last in charge. Hence we would like to use this opportunity to recruit the freshmen before the first day of school when the other clubs grabs you.

If you register with us, we promise you that you will join a club with the chance to sharpen up your leadership skills and planning for big events. As I am stepping down myself, let me make use of this chance to introduce your new Student Council President.

He would be Chris Coleman, the big guy over there holding the Contest signboard. He is currently a second year contest degree student.

Finally I hoped you guys enjoy your time and do consider on joining our student council board.”

Point to note:

1) Orientation Camp starts now
2) The school chairman had revealed the history behind the faculty rivalry
3) Events such as Battler’s survival test, Forest Guardian Festival and annual battling and contest tournaments unveiled
4) Chris Coleman revealed as the new Student Council President

[Perfect Chaos]

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Shaan Ramuk
>>Arrival<<
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I groaned loudly as I regained conciousness. Shit...I feel like I got run over by a bunch of Golem coming down a mountainside... I thought to myself groggily. Slowly, I began to make myself aware of my surroundings. I saw that I was inside the room, lying on one of the beds. A note was on top of me, so I picked it up and it read:

Hey there,

Sorry for the confusion earlier. I guess I must've really surprised you when I suddenly charged you. Hope you're OK after I kicked you in your...well you know...anyways, I, uh, unpacked your stuff for you while you were out. It was the least I could do. Oh, and I think the freshman orientation start at about 1 pm, so hopefully you manage to recover by then.

I hope to be able to give you a proper greeting once we meet face-to-face. Hope to see you at the orientation.

-Akira Hamilton

I blinked once or twice and looked at the clock in the room. It read 12:45 pm. "OH SHIT!! I'M GOINA BE LATE!!" I yelled outloud, suddenly feeling clear-headed after my assault. I jumped out of the bed and tore out of the room and dorm as fast as I could.

Once I had reached the front of Battler's Forest, I was amazed at how many other students were already there. Wow...that's a shitload of kids in my year... I thought to myself in bewilderment as I looked around.

After hearing speeches from the School Chairman and the Student Council President, I was ready for some of the activities for Orientation to start. Well...time to prove myself to the rest of the school now... I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead...

[~Genki Katchum~]

Note to self: Remember about RPGs when you're playing Pokemon DP.


Ditto >.>()



Name: Genki Ryugami
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 6'4"; short, shaggy/curly brown hair that goes down to his eyebrows in the front and down the neck like usual short hair styles; lightly tanned skin; hazel eyes; slim with a little extra meat on the skin; wears a red t-shirt with a blue long-sleeve over-shirt and blue jeans; brown and black shoes with red laces and highlights scattered around the shoes
Personality: A little quiet--but not because he's shy; rather, it's because he's constantly thinking. Sometimes his mind wanders, but when it comes to battling, he's thinking of nothing but strategies. He can get prideful when it comes to anything remotely competitive, but can be a really nice guy otherwise. He doesn't lose his cool easily and rarely--if ever--shows a more violent or emotive (or as he puts it as "unstable") emotion. He tends to look down upon people who express this "instability" of emotion in excess. Though, he does laugh and do things like a normal person; just not in excess. When it comes to his pokemon, he doesn't have a very personal affection toward most of them (sans his Umbreon) and thinks of them more as objects towards victory than pets--though he does understand that it is normal for others to get emotionally closer to their pokemon since he has a similar relationship with his Umbreon.
Bf/Gf: None... as of yet...
History: He grew up with a loving mom and a strict, but loving dad and, based on their raising techniques, should act and think just like any other person his age. However, an experience changed him forever when he was 10-years old. While walking home from school, he saw the school bullies beating up on a frightened Eevee. Genki felt so upset about what he saw that he lost control of himself and rushed at the bullies screaming. The bullies easily took him down by throwing a few punches then proceeded to beat him. That was when the Eevee attacked the bullies with a quick attack and scared them off. After the experience, Genki realized that he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him and that he should become more calculative in his actions. From that day on, Genki was a much calmer person and got into the habit of thinking more before doing anything. He and the Eevee (who stayed beside him after being rescued) had been training ever since that day and have grown close despite Genki's reluctance to give into such an emotion. It upsets him greatly when he fails at something since he has become somewhat of a genius when it comes to thinking strategically. He's been able to defeat t the gym leaders of the Kanto, Johto, Shinou areas without any struggle, but has yet to challenge the Elite Four groups of each region. However, it is something on his "To Do" List...
Other: Music Theme -- Prayer - HYDE
Pokemons: Umbreon, Raichu, Linoone, Noctowl, Poliwrath, Gengar
Degree: Battling


~Genki Ryugami~

"Oh, honey I'm going to miss you sooo much!"

Genki's mom gave him another tight hug and sloppy kiss as his dad ruffled his hair. All the while, Genki had a big grin on his face--one of his more uncommon grins. He kept that grin on as he packed; he was grinning as he hugged his parents one more time; and he was smiling as he boarded the train.

"FINALLY! I can get AWAY from those two!" Genki thought to himself as he waved at his parents through the train's thick glass. The train took off with a tug that would make a person stumble. Fortunately, Genki had already found a seat, put his luggage aside, and began to relax. It was so refreshing to be away from his parents after so long. Sure, he had travelled all over, but his overloving parents were always finding some way to catch up with him or see him. But once Genki had gotten the acceptance letter to LVU, he had already thought up the perfect excuse to prevent his parents from following him and to restrain their communications to a simply bi-monthly phone-call. Genki reached into his backpack and pulled out a pokeball. With a red line of light, his Umbreon formed on the seat in front facing him and the Umbreon stretched out.

"Umbreon, wake me when we get to LVU." Genki commanded with a yawn. And with that, he shut his eyes and began to dream of new and interesting battle challenges awaiting him...

-~-~-~-

"Breeee-yon!"

Genki slowly opened his eyes to see his Umbreon sitting upright looking at him with a face that said "Sorry to wake you, but we're here."

"Thank you," Genki said in a monotone voice as he returned Umbreon to his Pokeball. He was definitely looking foward to more sleep in a nice dorm bed. Genki stepped off the train with his suitcase and backpack and headed toward the school. As he approached the entrance, he noticed some thuggish-looking people sneering and chuckling at him.

"I hope I get some challengers that are more than just stupid thugs at this school," Genki mumbled to himself as he made his way through the opening gates.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Great... it's already 12:30. That doesn't give me much time left..."

Genki took a moment to remember what was on the map given to him along with the acception letter and promptly made his way to the Midori dorms. It took him about 10 minutes to walk there and as soon as he entered, the PA system went on again:

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

Genki quickly made his way to a dorm room to place his things. The room he picked had nobody in it, so Genki was pleased--until he noticed the bag on one of the beds. Genki's face grimaced.

"Great... so much for solitude, I guess."

Genki places his luggage on one of the other beds and made his way out to the field mentioned earlier. He made it just in time to hear the Chairman's Speech.

"Oh how MATURE. They've got rivalries going on between the staff..."

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Tag sumbodeh!

[EngiMatikul]

Kuriko
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Kuriko was absolutely dumbfounded. She stood there, staring along with her Natu at the newly arrived guest at the pokemon center and his Pokemon, completely in shock and disarray... what was this person? She had never seen anything so... extravagant... Meanwhile, while she was still trying to understand the newcomers, Namie had already struck up a conversation and relating perfectly with him. That's Namie for you, Kuriko thought.
She gave a glance to Nishikaze, who seemed to just shrug his imaginary shoulders and say something incomprehensible to Kuriko. Nitres might have understood, but you could never tell with his wooden facial expression... Kuriko and Nitres decided to focus their attention towards the flashy pokemon of the strangely dressed and heavily perfumed man. The pokemon seemed extremely pleased at their attention, and immediately began forming different poses as if they were expecting a photo shot from the onlookers. Kuriko was appalled; Nishikaze was dejected; Nitres was placid.
A few moments passed. Kuriko had sworn she lost consciousness due to the concentration of phermones both the trainer and his pokemon were emitting; for a while, all seemed to clear up all of a sudden, but only then she realized that Namie and the other trainer were leaving. Quickly she hurried behind them, but made sure to stay a safe distance away so she doesn't become intoxicated by the perfume once again. While on the way to the orientation, she thought of how the perfume might be the culprit in the strange behavior of this man; yes, in whatever form of chemical, whether it be perfume or a drug, there is a certain threshhold where the body no longer benefits but is affected aversely...
"Yes... it must be that... overdose..."
"Hmm? Did you say something?" Kuriko looked up and saw Namie staring her in the face. Startled, she stepped back and looked around. They were at the forest; many students had gathered and were lining up according to their degree.
"A-Ah... nothing..." She quickly regained composure and proceeded to their appropriate group alongside with Namie. "So... that person was...?"
"Ah! His name was Aubrey Loosestrife. He's a fan of my brother! Who would have thought my bro is already that famous? I mean, I knew he was famous, but to meet a fan of his here..." She giggled with glee. Namie really admires her brother, Kuriko thought.
Kuriko reminiscenced for a bit. Namie's brother... Ken Lloyd. Admittedly, Kuriko didn't like Ken too much at first. He thought Ken was rather brash and rude. But it turned out, after Namie had introduced them properly, he was a pretty kind guy, just energetic. He even made Kuriko laugh a little, at times.
"So, a musician, huh... I haven't seen him in a while..."
Namie's eyes lit up. "You want to come with me to his concert some time? I can get you tickets..."
The image of a thousand Aubreys and his pokemon came into Kuriko's mind.
"...No thanks..."
"Hey!! Kuriko!! Over here!!"
Kuriko froze. Slowly, she turned her head towards the direction of the person calling her name... it was... Rywen....
"...Aha!! So he is the stupid friend," Namie automatically guessed correctly. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go meet up with him!"
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OOC: Ok, so now its -WO's char, +B4's char... huuuuh....

[Bulbasaur4]

Rywen Oro
.: Clouds with a splash of sunshine :.

Aislin's large bright eyes caught Rywen thinking of how pretty they looked, and how they reminded him of honey. This soon led him to thinking of what to cook for lunch, as she and Ichigo exchanged a few words. Coming back to their conversation, Rywen's goofy smile spread across his face as he gave a smirk.
"Ichigo-kun is-"
"...don't call me that..."
"- a little on the honorable side. I mean, I have honor as well... but he tends to take it to a whole new meaning. A cult in a way, if I do say so-" Rywen didn't finish however, because Ichigo started walking again and Rywen merely gave a shrug as he ended his teasing. "Shall we head to the grounds then, Aislin?" Rywen inquired, and she nodded as the three of them headed.
It was rather amusing, to Rywen at least, to think of the three of them walking along with the mob of Ichigo's pokemon following behind. Only one little pokemon between the two of them did not belong to Ichigo, and that was Zia, the Espeon of Rywen. Her ears were perked forward as she seemed to almost prance along side of Rywen.

As they walked, a girl fell from the sky. Or at least... seemed to.

Rywen was not one to be accustomed to girls falling from the sky and into his arms. Luckily for the girl and for perhaps him, his talents from years of training came through in their truest form. His reaction was not to run or dodge, but rather he instinctively caught what ‘could’ have been an attack to form it into his own strength. However, this attack turned out merely to be a falling girl whom he caught. Perhaps for a normal man, catching a maiden falling from the sky would have been a high- perhaps an ego boost. However, Rywen was unfamiliar with things of that nature… at least, at this given time and in that moment.

So she was off, and Rywen was left with an Ichigo-kun looking at him with an absent look that could surpass Rywen’s own blank and unknowing stare.

“Are we done Rywen? Or shall we wait for the next falling maiden from the sky?” Ichigo asked, crossing his arms in a very poised way. Rywen scratched the back of his head and gave a nod.

“Let us be off!” And then Rywen scampered to catch up to the chorus of pokemon, Ichigo and Aislin.


Soon the duo came to the location of where the orientation was to be held. The division of groups occurred and to that Rywen bade Ichigo and Aislin goodbye. He had mentioned to Aislin to stop by for lunch as they were walking, but had not informed Ichigo yet.

“I will be making lunch Ichigo-kun!!” Rywen called as they parted ways, and one could clearly note that Ichigo twitched at the mention of ‘-kun’, especially since it was not whispered nor stated, but yelled.

Oblivious, Rywen went towards his section where the Breeder Majors were to be held. Speeches were given- mostly having things that did not interest Rywen. He took note of the important things- dates, locations, references to persons- but otherwise he was taking in his surroundings. After the speeches, there was a lull in the conversation. It was enough for Rywen to spot a familiar face- Kuriko and with her was another female.

“Hey!! Kuriko!! Over here!!” Rywen called with great enthusiasm, a smile beaming upon his face as his auburn hair bounced with his motions. As the two females approached, he gave a low bow of ‘hello.’

“Ah, is your friend a Breeding major too?” He inquired, to which Kuriko gave a nod. Rywen’s face lit up with excitement, “Fantastic! I look forward to many meetings in the future!”

“So… what is your name?” The female inquired, as to which Rywen’s face faltered for a moment.
“Oh sorry… that must have been rude of me. My name is Rywen Oro. What is yours?”

“Namie Lloyd.” She stated, to which Rywen took her hand and gave it a soft and gracious shake- about as gentleman of a shake as you could get, minus the kiss on the hand.

“Great to meet you, as well as to see Kuriko again. Do you two have dinner plans?” Rywen asked, as Kuriko’s brow seemed to raise. “You see… I plan on making dinner in celebration of the first day. I like to cook a lot, you see, but cooking things just for Ichigo-kun makes things a bit short and I’d like to cook a lot.”

“Did… you just say Ichigo?” Namie inquired, as Rywen looked to her for a moment with a blank curious stare before it registered.

“Ah! Yes… your last name was Lloyd, correct? Are you and Ichigo-kun related by chance? I heard his family has many relations…”

“Yes… yes it does. Ichigo-kun and I are of relation.” She responded, a notable smirk upon her face forming at the adding of “-kun” although Rywen seemed to not notice.

“So lunch?”

[Dark-San]

Chapter 4 – Day 1 Orientation Camp

“You seriously believe it?”

I continue to yell in front of the rest of my cohort during lunchtime. This is the first time that I lost my cool as I am being ordered around like a slave by the coordinator of the breeding degree, Randy Orton.

“I tell you for the thirteen time! That Randy Orton is no good guy! How could he be the student council member in charge of the breeding degree? This is absurd!”

Worriedly, Alan tugged me on the shirt trying to clam me down.

“Hush, you better not accuse him without any evidence. You will get into trouble if you do that.”

“Well you just got to believe that hunk with a bunch of Cleffa, Igglybuff and Pichu is the one that attacked the little girl that I met up behind the alley.”

“I don’t need any evidence, I have a witness.”

I continue my words of assault on Randy who had not yet made his appearance.

“You got a problem with your lunch?”

A voice loomed across the dining area as Randy finally came into the picture.

“Yes, I had a problem but it isn’t the lunch, its you.”

Pointing an accusing finger at Randy, I stood up and marched up together him. Though I maybe a bit not as muscular as he is, at least I am still taller. The height compensates the lack of meat.

“Your fucking Charmelon toasted me back in the late morning and it even ruin my best coat. Besides that, you even threaten a little girl into giving up her pokemon.”

“What Charmelon? I don’t remember having one?”

“Don’t make a fool out of me you arsehole, you are no better than the battlers here who are only making use of their pokemons to gain glory.”

“Enough is enough!”

The Student Council President interrupted the war of words between Randy and me.

“This is supposed to be a joyous occasion and not an occasion for you two to argue about. Besides I don’t want any of your ‘battlers sucks’ attitudes around here. I have enough of your nonsense. Your accusation is baseless and I can vouch for Randy that he does not possess any such pokemon as mentioned by you. He has only the three baby pokemons to begin with.”

“You are dearly wrong, my lady. You may not believe me now but someday you will come to know of the truth.”

“That’s it. That’s the final straw.”

With that, she instructed two seniors to come beside me.

“He is now officially under house- arrest. Escort him back to his dorm, until he learns some manners on how to respect authority.”

With that, I was immediately brought to the dorm without a second to spare.

“And as for you, Randy. As a senior, you shouldn’t have argued with your junior. You will now step-down for the time being. Lucy, kindly take over the handling of the administration matters for the breeding degree as well.”

Randy sulked at being reprimanded by the Student Council Student and stormed out of the dining area as well.

The drama ended and so have the chatterbox noises too.

Points to note:

1) Okay drama is over; everyone is free to RPG on his or her next event. Take note that lunch break will place in the canteen at Block C.
2) The courage test would start on Sunday when everyone had posted the activities from the lunchtime period to the Free Time period (1400 – 2200). Do get yourself a partner - male/ female pairing recommended.
3) Tags darktyranitar – Your actions are next.
4) Chapter 5 – The escape

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Food ~*~*~*~*~

Humming brightly I walked out of the lunch room with a plate of food between my hands. The cost was much lighter than I expected for a meal of this size, and I began to walk back to my dorm ready to chow down. “Food Food Food.” I hummed happily, stepping through the exterior sliding doors of the dorm and into the lobby to which I took the hall leading back to my room. As I walked I passed a familiar guy who was heading the other way. He stopped, turned and walked back, falling in step with me as we walked down the hallway.

“Hey why are you here and not joining the rest for lunch?” He asked as we rounded the corner, twenty more feet till I reached my room. “Aren’t your mates over there?” He asked.

I glanced up, giving him a warm smile. “I just really wanted to lay down in my room, getting ready for tonight.” I explained, moving my shoulders back and forth. The jump earlier in the morning had really thrown my shoulders out of whack.

"Nahz, that wouldn't do we have events coming up for tonight. Maybe that drama that had happen between one of the freshman and our student council member must have dampen your appetite." He suggested, I frowned slightly and tried to wave off the comment as if I felt like he was trying to analyze me. I quickly shrugged off the comment, reaching my dorm room. "Wouldn't you want to participate in them?" He asked.

I leaned against the doorway, using one hand to fish through my shorts to pull out the key to my room. "I'm sorry participating in what exactly? The Endurance test that everyone is talking about?" I asked, fishing the key out of my pocket and waving off a stray hair that had passed over and tickled my ear.

As if on cue he fished a schedule out of his pocket, analyzing it. “We are moving into the battler's forest after this, where you will move in with the rest into your designated campsite, why don't you trying mixing around with your peers? you shy or something?" He added again, by now a muscle began to slightly twitch on my forehead, I just wanted to go get my room ready instead of letting everything get scrunched up in the suitcase! "Cleaning your room and stuff, those are minor things like I say these things can wait. Or if you want you can proceed to your room to clean up and when they head into the battler's forest, I looked for ya?" He kept on and on..

I gave a small smile and unlocked the door slipping in. "Okay then I will see you there!" I replied happily, slowly shutting the door and saying goodbye. The second the door shut I let my body sag, nearly dropping the tray as I moved into my room and sat it on my nightstand, rolling onto the mattress, face down.

Moments later the door opened and then shut again slightly, some movement happened in the main room and then silence. “Akira? Mind if I have that hamburger if you plan to let it go to waist?” My Room mate asked, his voice slightly muffled. I turned my head slightly to look at him, finding that he had a Hockey mask on, most likely for protection.

“Go on..” I mumbled, turning my head back into the pillow. My whole body felt drained and now I had to face the fact that I would be spending most of the night with that annoying guy.

A moment later the weight on the bed shifted to my left. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, his voice more caring and nice.

“Everywhere.” I mumbled back through the pillow. Soon two strong hands were rubbing my shoulders as I took in several long deep breaths through my nose. “I’m going to win.” I whispered to myself, drifting off to sleep under the already stressful day and evening to come.

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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Ienzo sat quietly at the table, munching on the piece of chicken he got from the cafeteria. Once again, his shyness had kicked in and so the small, grey-haired boy was sitting all alone.

He had watched the bigger guy get into and arguement with the Breeder coordinator, accusing him of attacking a small child. Judging by what he was saying, he had something against battlers, so he was either in the Breeding or Contest degree. Ienzo silently hoped it was the former.

He hadn't seen Vince ever since they split up. Most likely he was with his peers, probably to busy to talk to him right now. And after hearing about the bad blood between the different degrees, he probably wouldn't want to either.

Ienzo sighed. The first day of uni and he was all alone. Well, he figured it would probably be this way. Afterall, in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he was a short, grey-haired emo. Any while he admited to the shortness and his grey hair (it was genetic, he's not secretly an old man), he furiously denied the emo label...or at least ignored it.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused him to look up from his meal...


TAG...anyone?

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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After assembling in our respective degrees I heard a loud fight at the front of the line. I peeked my head out from the person standing infront of me to get a better look. I saw a boy standing at the front of line arguing line with Randy Orton our breeding coordinator. He seemed as though he was a little ticked over him. Two students came to retain the unruly student, to take him away. The breeding coordinater was also dissmissed.

"People doing the breeding Degree your new camp coordinator is Lucy Oarwell" shouted a tal lady over the microphone

The two students took the freshman back towards the dorms.

"Well sucks to be him" I thought

A loud bell resounated across the university, I knew that bell could only mean one thing LUNCH TIME. I slowly walked to the canteen at 60 miles an hour, to see what they had. Drool fell down the side of my face as I saw the scrumptious smorgas board of delights.

"What can I get you today?" The canteen worker asked.

"Ummmm....can I please get a bowl of Ramen, a bowl of noodles, two bowls of rice and a bottle of water please"

"Ok thankyou" said the lady with a nice tone.

I took my platter of food and looked for a place to sit down. Scouting around the place all the seats were already all taken up, until I saw one table that was virtually empty. I started to walk towards the table getting ready to sit down, I noticed the patron that was sitting down at the table by himself. It was the little "emo" kid from the bus station.

I sat down beside him, he looked up at me and jumped back in surprise.

"Don't worry......your safe" I said

"Oh thats good" he muttered.

"FOR NOW" I added

He jumped back at this remark

"Anyway I got bigger fish to fry, like this grumbling stomach" I uttered

He gave me another and continued eating though he kept looking up at me as if keeping a watchful eye on my actions.

After a full meal I layed back a little in satisfaction

A bell tone rang over the speakers symbolizing the end of lunch.

"Right on time" I muttered

[darktyranitar]

Alan Bradley
Building steam with a grain of salt

I was having lunch with my roommate, Hiroshi, listening to him saying stuff about the degree breeding coordinator, Randy Orton, how he tried to steal some girl’s Pokemon…

Randy Orton… isn’t there a wrestler that goes by the same name?

“You seriously don’t believe it?” he yelled at me, and I snapped from my temporary zone-out. “I tell you for the thirteen time! That Randy Orton is no good guy! How could he be the student council member in charge of the breeding degree? This is absurd!”

I quickly tugged him on the shirt, trying to calm him down. “Hush, you better not accuse him without any evidence. You will get into trouble if you do that.”

“Well you just got to believe that hunk with a bunch of Cleffa, Igglybuff and Pichu is the one that attacked the little girl that I met up behind the alley.” He sat down, before he continued. “I don’t need any evidence, I have a witness.” And he went on and on, and I could only listen to the story, sighing.

“You got a problem with your lunch?” Randy appeared behind us.

Hiroshi growled and made his way towards Randy, a finger pointed at him accusingly.” Yes, I had a problem but it isn’t the lunch. It’s you.”

Oh, the drama.


Needless to say, Hiroshi was then put under a house arrest, and he was immediately escorted back towards his dorm by two seniors. I meekly watched from the sidelines, as they then told Randy that his position as breeding coordinator will be taken by Lucy Oarwell.

“Uh… okay. Sure… whatever,” I thought sleepily. I remembered bits and pieces of the
speech from our principal, Christopher Topplebell, something about rivalries between the three degree’s students… and I remembered the way Hiroshi treats Vince, the guy who took the battling degree – the way he looked at him, and how he was giving Vince the cold shoulder. Ah… he’s a perfect example…

I let my Magneton out as I rested my head on the table. “Call me when anything’s up, okay?” It gave a buzz of confirmation, and I went to sleep.


Tag to anyone who wants to wake Alan up ^^

[Dark-San]

Chris Coleman – Third party RPG played by Dark-san

“Damn that piece of shit. Can’t he do a simple thing right?”

I murmured under my breath as I witness Randy being told off by the current Student Council President.

“Now it is going to take me twice the effort to reinstate him when I take over.”

Without me realizing it, Ayako came over and disrupted me.

”Hey Chris, don’t be bothered by what had happen. If such a thing ever happens to you in future, just take some affirmative action against the culprits and show them you are the boss, whether would it be to your colleagues or the students spare no one. Makes life a bit easier for you, before you know it.”

Breathing a sign of heavy relief at the mammoth task ahead, I silently nodded by head. By the looks of it, to possess such a mammoth position is something, which I was instructed to it. Ayako did not know of my secret, by day I am a role model student, one which everyone could look up to. By night, I run the most fearsome bunch of street gang and terrorized the area.

However this year does not seem like my lucky year, taking into account that my two latest attempts to grab some pokemons was disrupted and I had to order a halt for the time being.

And not with Randy’s identify being exposed, it just makes thing worse off.

It was just then when I noticed a beautiful chick that brought her lunch and went off to Anka dorm’s direction.

Hey isn’t that the same freshman lady, who came from my degree? I will have to take this opportunity and hit on her.

It took me lots of courage to walk up to her to even greet her. I struck up the conversation with her well enough but it seems like she was more than keen to avoid talking to me.

Finally she dropped her guard and did allow me to look for her after lunch is over!

Yes this is my chance!

I smiled meekly at her. Well at least, things are indeed looking brighter for me now.

[classy_cat18]

Naomi Windfall ~ Kuro ~ Battling
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"I miss Mom's cooking," I muttered to myself as I finished the rest of my rice. Traveling everywhere gave me the opportunity to try different kinds of foods, me favorite being Watmel Berries. So juicy...so sweet...

I put away my tray and walked out of the dining area, delighted to be in the sun again. Then my Swellow came to mind. Swoop would enjoy the sun too. I let her out of her pokeball, as well as Bandit.

Swoop took to the sky and flew around while Bandit sniffed around. I sat down under a tree and watched Bandit watch Swoop. Something clicked in my mind as I thought about the sweet Watmel berries. Mom gave me a gift before I left to remember her by. I set my backpack down and pulled out the decorated bag. In it were three Pecha berries, almost as sweet as what I was desiring.

Bandit caught the scent of my treat and called out for Swoop. Both of them stood in front of me. I laughed at their faces. "There's enough for all of us." I gave one to Bandit, who split it and gave half to Swoop. I ate a whole one happily and looked at the last two. "Dante would like one, no doubt. But I don't want anyone arguing over the last one."

I returned to Kuro Dorm and passed by one of the guys from earlier. He was the one that talked to me before I went to Battlers' Forest. I looked at my last Pecha Berry and set it next to him. "Consider it a peace offering," I told him as I went to my room. Bandit chose to stay and stare for a whole minute before following me in a hurry.

[Dark-San]

^~$~^Visit the Old Shrine – Courage Test^~$~^

http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/enlarge.txt

It is now Monday Night, as the dark cloud seems to gather together and the chill wind begins blowing lake- wards. One could only left that it would be time for the annual ‘Visit the Old Shrine – Courage Test’. The shrine is built for the Forest guardian and had been left alone for years.

Aim: From the starting point as indicated from the map at the Breeding Campsite, the freshmen’s mission is to venture through the thick vegetation in pairs to get to the shrine.

Challenge: After surviving the thick vegetation, you are to enter into the main hall of the old shrine and retrieve the Mew pushie placed there on purpose. From there, you will have to leave the shrine, go through the thick vegetation again and reach back at the breeding campsite.

The enemies: Beware the thick vegetation are ladled with many routes and just going through them is a mammoth task. Nocturnal creatures like Zubats and Hoothoots are common inside the creepy forested area itself. There are more dangerous pokemons like ghost types still existing around there.

Besides this, the student council would be on stand by on different location to scare the wits out of the freshmen with their costumes and props.

Winners: Those who arrived back at the finishing point still in pairs and the Mew pushie in their possession wins the challenge.

[The_Missing_Link]

Andy - Kuro - Battling
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After listening to Lucy ramble about how excited she was to be the battling camp coordinator, everyone had to listen to the dean talk about some school rivalry. To Andy, it sounded like a load of BS. After all these years, there should be no reason for one degree to hate another. Sure, there are some trainers out there who don't truly care for their Pokemon but Andy liked to think she wasn't one of them. If her Pokemon didn't want to battle or even be a part of her team, she couldn't force them to stay. It would just be wrong.

Right after the speeches ended (which made Andy thank the gods), everyone was allowed to have lunch. Naomi wandered off so Andy was left to have lunch with her Pokemon. While she normally didn't allow them to have human food, she relented at lunch since it was a special day. She felt rather embarrassed to eat with only her Pokemon but after seeing some loser being put under house arrest after arguing with the breeding coordinator about how he was some gang thug and that battlers sucked for some reason, she felt somewhat better about herself and cheered up.

The rest of the day went uneventfully. Since the battlers and breeders were paired together due to the breeder coordinator's incompetence, they both had to do the obstacle course and observation of the forest. The obstacle course was pretty fun but the observation thing was a load of crap. Andy wondered why they had to stare at trees and "connect" with the forest. Luckily, it was only an hour and right afterwards, she could eat dinner alone and relax.

Three and half hours later, Andy left the dorm to go to the breeding campsite. In that whole time, she managed to miss Namie come in, unpack, and leave but she supposed that she would eventually meet her roommate. Andy sighed and used a flashlight to look at her orientation paper while Isis gleefully revolved around her as she moved. Apparently, freshman had to take part in a courage test and go to the Forest Guardian Shrine to retrieve a Mew plushie before bringing it back to the breeding site.

"Sounds like a bloody initiation test to me," Andy muttered to herself. "And I suppose they're going to frighten us while we try to do this task. Pathetic."

And to make matters worse, they had to do it in pairs, opposite sex preferred.

"Where the hell am I going to find a guy to do this with me?" she asked Isis. "And a cute guy at it?"

The Froslass just shrugged and continued her revolutions around Andy. The girl just shook her head in disbelief and continued on to the campsite. There was already a fire going with a few people milling around and the camp coordinators and the student council making sure people paired up before they went into the forest. Andy went to sit on a log and hoped a guy would come up to her. At times like this, she hated not being able to engage people first.
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OOC: Tag to any guy

I think I might convert to first person after this. I write like crap in the third person

[Dark-San]

Chapter 5: The escape

“Alan, Alan? Time to wake up!”

“Awe… but mom I don’t want to wake up now…”

I stood in front of Alan and frown. This sleepyhead is not waking up at all. I took a look at his Magneton that had also too drifted into sleep along with its owner.

“Go Denise, give him a little jolt.”

With no warning at all, the female Pikachu zapped Alan and Alan was greeted with a surprise. In shock, he fell off his chair, tumbling onto the floor.

“Eh, what happened?”

Still drooling, he stood up and started to turn his head around until he noticed me.

“Eh Hiroshi, I thought you are under house arrest back at the dorm. Why are you even here now?”

“Well the student council is a bunch of fools. They think by escorting me back to the dorm and having two persons guarding it, they can isolate me from the rest. Too bad, I broke one of the toilet windows and fled out of the dorm without them noticing.”

I smiled proudly while Alan on the other hand, spoke back.

“You mean our dorm room’s toilet window?”

Possessing a pair of shifty eyes, he stared at me while I start to perspire.

“Hah, forget about it. The student council will replace them anyway if we reported it as a wear and tear. Lets get on with another subject, where are the rest of the cohort?”

“Well I’m not very sure. When I came here, you are the only lying on the canteen table, sleeping like a dead log together with your Magneton. Let’s head back to the Battler’s forest shall we?”

Without much to say, we left the canteen at Block C and made our way to the Battler’s Forest.



------------- Act 9: The events starts now-------------

“Damn why is it that our campsite is further than the rest of the degrees?”

“Well, you have to take into account that in fact our campsites are located for a different purpose.”

Alan pulled out the pamphlet which was given out at the beginning of the orientation camp begin to educate me.

“Contest Campsite is located nearer the Obstacles courses and Rock Climbing facilities. The main point is to encourage the trainers to engage in some co-ordination activities during the free intervals. Battling degree on the other hand is located to the Official battlefield used during the Elite Four tournaments. The reason I won’t say much since it is pretty obvious. Breeding, eh well. We are located right in the heart of the forest and close by the lake. The whole main point was to get us closer to mother nature and observe pokemons and how they interact in the wild.

So, here you are the reasons.”

I was utmost impressed with Alan. This guy is nothing sort of a genius, he had the brain and the looks but he probably lacks that courage to chat with the ladies.

“So here we are breeding campsite.”

As we saw some of the members getting ready to unpack their stuffs into the tent from where we are standing from.


------------- Act 10: New friends-------------

“ Here Alan, here!”

An excited me spotted an empty spot just nice for us to prepare to spread out and fix up the tent.

However it did not help that my excitement by then had gotten the attention of most of the freshmen from the breeding degree.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy who causes the big hoot-ha? I thought he was under house arrest, why was he here? Where’s Lucy? Someone need to get her and report him back to the student council president.”

Why are they that suspicious of me? It is not like I am going to eat them alive.

I swiftly turn my head and bumped onto another degree mate by accident.

“Oops, I’m sorry!”

In an instant, I bowed down my head and apologies without knowing I had bumped into.

“Hah, you are that shy guy which causes the drama earlier in the canteen.”

That voice seems familiar where have I heard it from?

I shifted up my head and notice it was that same lady, I met back at Kuro Dorm.
“Hey you should remember me, I’m Namie Lloyd.”

“Hiroshi, Hiroshi Nagasaki. That’s my name.”

“Cool, you are pitching your tent here? Well, mine is over there.”

She pointed at a distance at least twenty meters or so away from our spot.

“I’m staying up with a couple of my friends. Hah, there they are.”

A guy and another lady emerged from inside the tent and waved together at both Alan and me. And out of courtesy, I too waved back enthusiastically.

“They are a bunch of friendly people eh?”

“Well, they certainly are. Hey I need go now, we probably have another ton of things to pack out and get ready. See you later for the next activity.”

With that, she skipped off to meet up with her buddies.

“Nice group of people eh, Alan?”

“Well they certainly are. And why are you looking so shunted? We need pack up fast now and without a moment to lose.”


------------- Act 11: Forest Observation-------------

The bug pokemons creaks, the leaves rustle and the whole forest seems to be livening by the sounds of Mother Nature.

I had just spoken to Lucy Oarwell earlier and seems like she is one good lady. She did not report about me breaching one of the student council president's instructions by escape from the house arrest. Instead, she had earlier advise me on keeping a low profile for now since the student council president is not your everyday person that I can messed around with.

”Well you are lucky that she didn’t report you or you will be back at the dorm, counting sheep.”

“I was indeed. But then Alan, I just realized that there is at least one good person in the entire student council crap club.”

Alan laughed and continued to poke fun of me.

“That’s not funny, Alan.”

Butterfrees were fluttering from flowers to flowers collecting pollen while the Pidgeys were flew in flocks back to the nestling grounds after our observation group had interrupted their feeding.

“They are just so many pokemons around. This was totally different from the route we had taken to arrive here.”

“Of course!”

A lady cut my conversation with Alan short probably similar to my age.

“You have to know that we are located further away from the route and is quite near to the cave. A few hours later, there would be a flock making out of Zubats and Golbats zooming out of the cave. The Pidgeys probably flew off earlier as so not to get in confusion with the night travelers.”

The learnt lady turns her head at me and glared before proceeding off to join off with the cohort as they moved further into the forest.

“Who was that lady earlier, she sounded creepy! And does seems like a proud lady from her tone.”

“Well she’s Lyzolda. Believe it or not but she has the same surname as our dorm.”

With that joke, we giggled hard and was unfortunately caught by Lyzolda red-handed.

“What are you guys giggling for? Making fun of me? You guys better follow us; the stand in coordinator had wanted me to inform you that if you are still not following the group and choose to stand here, you will be left out.”

With that she turned off and head away from us for the second time.

“If she did hear our joke, I will eat spaghetti through my nostrils.”

I mentioned to Alan without thinking twice.

“Oh and your joke, I heard it. It’s not funny at all.”

Lyzolda turned her head and spoke out.

Alan’s face beamed with laughter and starts tugging me.

“You better start practicing now, mister.”

“Goodness am I in for some trouble!”

Immediately, I regret saying that phrase for that moment. Looks like I have some tough practice involving spaghetti ahead.


------------- Act 12: Courage Test-------------

Some few hours after the dinner as the sun sets, signaling the end of the day. It is time for the freshmen from all the degrees to gather up together for the group event of the courage test.

“Awe… I feel full. Burps…”

What we had for dinner? Spaghetti! I had to try sucking it the strands up my nose but I got nose block from all that tomato sauce instead. After messing around it, I looked like a fool but all due to me opening up my mouth without thinking.

As the freshmen gathered to look around for partners, I figured out I should probably looked for mine too.

“See you later, Alan. You better not back out on this test.”

Teasing him, we parted to look for our respective female partners.

“Where am I supposed to find mine?”

I search high and low and it does seem like everyone had gotten his or her partner.

“It looks I’m all alone now.”

I sat on the log; hopefully I can catch my eyes on any ladies around.

“Ah-choo…”

A voice sneezes from beside me.

“Wait a minute… its night and it better not be some haunting beings.”

I silently prayed as I turned my head and came face to face with a lady who had been sitting by my side along, without me noticing at all.

Hey, it’s my chance after all.

I turned my attention from the crowd onto the lady sitting on the log and smiled at her.

“Hey, are you looking for a partner?”

Things to note:

1) Tags Yi wen, Kalah and Engi – Time for you dudes to make your appearance.
2) Tags Faiz – Don’t sleep too much. People are going to leave you alone.
3) Tags Rebecca – I’m available too and thought I might tag you for the courage test. However do note that my character has this hate against battlers. So I thought you would not want to reveal your degree to him.
4) Tags Crazy Elf Boy – During the forest observation, my character made some contact, you probably should take note of this.
5) Next Chapter: Courage Test? A hoax or the truth?

[classy_cat18]

Naomi Windfall ~ Kuro ~ Battling
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It was time for the Courage Test before I knew it. I walked with Dante to the campsite, ready for my first challenge. I've handled the wilderness during the night before so I didn't think there was anything that could scare me.

Dante jumped at my backpack, begging for the Pecha Berry that I saved for him. "No, Dante. You might need it later," I told him. Dante looked disappointed but then went to sniffing around.

They wanted us to pair off, preferably in male-female pairs. So far I've only met two males and one of them had seemed to find Andy. So where was the other one?

"Quilava!" Dante yelled as he spotted a familiar face. He pawed at the guy and made an attempt to get a handout.

"Dante, no begging!" I scolded. I hurried over to the two and laughed nervously. "Sorry, he's constantly begging for treats. I don't think he knows Covet, though. Aren't you the guy that I met earlier during that speech? You never told me your name."

His face looked a little flushed. "Um, it's Alan."

"Alan, huh? Your Magneton is awesome." I poked the Pokemon floating next to him. "Alan, I don't have a partner for the Courage Test. Would you mind accompanying me?"

"Uhh..." was all he said.

"Please? I don't know many people here."

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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Ienzo gulped audibly. He had to go through the dense, scary forest, with a girl!?

He groaned. He as never good around the girls. He always felt a little, well, small around them, like he was not worthy of any of them.

Add the fact that he never really met any of the females in this school, the only exception being...her. And seriously, if he had to go through the woods with her, he may as well go emo for real.

He sighed as he sat down on a nearby log. He figured he'd probably all alone, since all the girls would most likely be taken anyway, plus, he didn't have the courage to ask one himself.

He felt something prod against his leg. He looked over to see his Mawile, his very first pokemon, looking up at him sadly, almost as if she could sense his sadness.

A small smile appeared on Ienzo's lips.

"Thank you," he said softly, pulling her into a warm hug.


TAG CEB, you know what to do.

[Shadow Djinn]

*kind of wonders what happened to Dru's post...*

Cosmo Cariso - Midori - Battling

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The events that passed while daylight was strong left Cosmo on the brink of falling asleep, bored to death by the constant speeches. With the Battling majorers gathered in a single area, his eyes surveyed each figure with slight disinterest. All the while his hands twiddled with the pokeball at his neck, sighing from time to time as dull monologues ate away at the daylight.

Then there was dinner.

He walked cheerily into the dining hall, grateful for the reprieve, eyeing the variety of foods on the shelves. Selecting his own choices, he sat at a bench on his lonesome, scarfing down his meal earnestly.

Then he remembered the courage test as he trooped out of the cafeteria.

Dammit...I hate partners...

He watched as other pairs were quickly made, scowling in slight annoyance. Eventually his hands idly fell to Sneasel's pokeball, and suddenly the Dark pokemon was beside him, uttering his name cheerily.

"Time to meet some of these weirdos, eh?" Cosmo sighed, patting the pokemon's head.

-

Tag to a female? >_>

[darktyranitar]

Alan Bradley
Sleepyhead

Oh, thank goodness that Hiroshi had woke me up… even if his method involve shocking me with his. Eh wait, how did he escape?

He began to tell of his escape, on how it involve breaking down a toilet window. I gave his shifty eyes, but then decided that we had more important matter to attend to. Like, where are the rest of the people?

Hiroshi then explained how I AND my Magneton were the only one left in the cafeteria, sleeping like a log. Good ol’ Magneton. Always sleeping his way through the job, eh?


*****

Well, we managed to set up our camp, safe and sound. I was quite glad that we’re in the breeding group. Else, Hiroshi might go and give everyone cold shoulders. Heck, he might even pick up a fight with someone.

I was glad that he seems to be lightening up, as if the previous event had never happened. Then we had met this one creepy-sounding lady – or rather, she bumped into our conversation. When she left, Hiroshi then explained that the lady name was Lyzolda, and he pointed out how her surname was the same name as our dorm name. We both giggle at that.

And to our surprise, the lady returned, telling us that we better follow the group, or else we will be left out.

When the lady was walking away, Hiroshi blurted out, ““If she did hear our joke, I will eat spaghetti through my nostrils.”

Much to my amusement, the lady turned around and said, ““Oh and your joke, I heard it. It’s not funny at all.”

I stifled a laugh, and tugged at him teasingly. “You better start practicing now, mister.”

And what do you know? We had spaghetti for dinner. And I was half amused and half disgusted to see that Hiroshi had really meant it when he said that he’ll eat spaghetti through his nostrils. Eww…


*****

So here I was, looking for a female partner. I realized that I’m not usually good with the member of the opposite sex, so I just stood there, hoping that someone would tag me or something. No luck so far.

“Quilava!” I looked down at my feet, noticing a Quilava that was holding its paw out in front of him, as if it was trying to beg some food from me. I raised an eyebrow. Whose Quilava was this?

“Dante, no begging!” A familiar voice called out towards the Quilava. I looked up, noticing the girl that I had bumped to earlier in the dorm making her way hurriedly towards the Quilava. She laughed nervously. “"Sorry, he's constantly begging for treats. I don't think he knows Covet, though. Aren't you the guy that I met earlier during that speech? You never told me your name."

I feel myself blushing a bit. Relax… relax… “Um, it’s Alan,” I answered.

"Alan, huh? Your Magneton is awesome." I raised an eyebrow, as she then proceed to prod Magneton, who was floating beside me. I gave it a ‘when did you get out?’ look, and it replied with bored eyes.

"Alan,” she said. “I don't have a partner for the Courage Test. Would you mind accompanying me?"

"Uhh..."

"Please? I don't know many people here."

I mentally shrug. It’s a good thing that she came here. Else, I don’t know how I’ll find myself a partner. “Um, sure. Okay. But I don’t think I caught your name, though.”

“Well, I’m Naomi.”

“Hi, Naomi. So, which degree are you taking?”

She seems to hesitate. I understand where that was coming. After the speech from the principal, one couldn’t help but feel anxious in revealing the degree you’re taking. “I’m taking battling,” she replied.

“Ah, better not tell Hiroshi about this. He’s the other guy you saw with me when we met you at the dorm.” And I added, with a certain hint of shame. “The guy that got home-arrested.”

“Ah,” she exclaimed.

“Like me, he’s taking a degree in breeding. He seems to have something against the one taking battling degree, though.”

“Well, Alan,” she said after the short silence. “How about if we go to the Courage Test now? I think most of the others have got themselves a partner.”

“Er… right,” I said, and we began to walk together.

[Blademaster]

Vince



The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully for Vince - after the Orientation had ended, he'd spent much of lunch, dinner, and his free time in the Battler's Forest, toughening up his team and himself some more.

"One, two! One, two! One, two!" Vince said, his tone and his marching in place making him sound like a drill sargeant. "Come on, Genbu, pick up the pace! Hustle, hustle!"

At seven feet in height, ten feet in length, and weighing in at a good 750 pounds, Genbu was easily the most massive member of Vince's team - a titanic turtle with legs like tree trunks, a pair of ivory horns, and a beak resembling black steel. The massive monster's shell was green with a white bridge, and small appendages resembling a tree on its left side and mountains on its right.

Unfortunately, all these impressive defenses made it somewhat hard for the colossal creature to move quickly.

"Torterra..." Genbu grumbled as he began to pound his huge feet against the dirt floor of the forest more quickly, causing audible tremors.

"That's the way you do it!" Vince said, turning his attention to two of his other Pokemon. "Byakko, Suzaku, how's the battle progressing?"

About 20 feet away, Byakko was facing Vince's starter in a controlled battle simulation; as sturdy and powerful as Byakko was, he was having trouble against Vince's starter.

Byakko's opponent was a slim, humanoid creature with red-and-orange feathers covering much of his skin; his arms were thin and scaly with claws that resembled a bird's talons, while his legs were as thick and powerful as Genbu's but longer and with sharper talons hidden beneath them. The creatures head was avian, with a fanged beak and yellow eyes half-hidden by thin red horns. Wrapping his neck, head, and shoulders was a mane of cream-colored feathers that spread out behind his back like wings.

"Vire... Vire..." Byakko panted, clearly tiring from his battle.

"Blaz... ziken..." Suzaku replied, fatigue evident on his face as well.

Vince glanced at his Poketch.

9:14pm.

"Hmmm..." he mused, glancing up at the dull blue of the dusky sky. "It is getting pretty late... You guys did go over those anti-type-advantage moves, right?

Both Pokemon nodded.

"OK, then..." Vince said, nodding. "You three take a break. I've gotta check on the girls."

With that, he recalled his three Pokemon and turned away, when a rustling behind him caught his attention. He turned and saw a familiar face walk through the underbrush...

"Alan?" Vince said, squinting in the dim light.

The raggedy figure stopped.

"Oh, um... hey, Vince." he said meekly.

"Alan, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm not sure... I heard there was some kind of contest in the forest tonight, but you need a partner to sign up, so I came looking for someone."

Vince's eyes lit up.

"A contest?" he said, smiling widely. "Sounds good to me - just let me go get my other Pokemon and I'll tag along with you."

Alan scratched the back of his neck.

"Um..." he said nervously. "Well..."

Vince frowned.

"What, what is it?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "You don't wanna be partners with a midget, is that it?!"

Alan's eyes flew open.

"Nonononono!" he stammered, waving his hands in a panic. "It's not that! It's just that the partners are supposed to be a boy and girl, is what I heard!"

Vince's dark expression instantly vanished.

"Oh... um... well... I... ...Really?"

Alan nodded, visibly nervous from Vince's outburst.

"Oh..... Shit, this is awkward..." Vince mumbled. "Damn, I'm sorry, Alan - I didn't... I just kinda hear that sorta thing a lot, is all... You know, what with you..."

He raised his hand, palm down, as high as he could reach.

"...And with me..."

He lowered his palm to about (his) waist-level.

"...You know how it is, right?" Vince said, sweating a bit.

Alan slowly nodded.

"Yeah... Yeah, I get it..." he said a bit shakily. "Um... don't worry about it... I should keep looking for a partner, then... See ya later!"

With that, Alan turned back and walked (very quickly) back the way he'd come.

Vince slapped himself on the forehead.

'Well done, idiot.' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'And you wonder why you can never keep any friends for more than a day.'

Vince lowered his hand and sighed.

'...Forget it.' he thought. 'I have to try and find a partner for this contest thing...'

He looked at his Poketch again.

9:18pm.

'...And fast.'



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Tag anyone who wants to pair up with Vince.

Yes, ANYONE. LVU has 11 guys and 9 girls - two guys are gonna have to either pair up or sit the Test out. And Vince doesn't mind who his partner is... The little dude needs some friends, people! ;_;


EDIT: Sorry, Faiz, I didn't see your post until after I posted mine... You want I should edit out the part where Alan and Vince meet up?

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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~-~-~ What if life was like a Western? ~-~-~


After lunch I procceded down to the Battlers' forest to get ready and set up my tent, this took me some time.

"Why the hell are tents so hard to assemble?" I whispered.

"Rio.........." Kitsune Chan beamed

Satisfyed with my attempts with the tent I packed my back getting read for the forest observation task. Kitsune Chan decided to hop in the back of my bag to tag along with me.

Walking with the rest of the group into the thickly vegetated forest, I turned around taking in all the sights.

“They are just so many pokemons around. This was totally different from the route we had taken to arrive here.” said a voice behind me

“Of course!” I beamed in obviously interupting their conversation.

“You have to know that we are located further away from the route and are quite near the cave. Maybe in a few hours later, there will be a flock of Zubats and Golbats zooming out of the cave. While the Pidgeys probably flew off earlier as so not to get confused with the night travelers.”

I moved back up to the rest of the group feeling I had made an impression.

“Who was that lady, she sounded creepy! And does seems like a proud lady from her tone.” whispered a voice from behind me again

“Well she’s Lyzolda. Believe it or not but she has the same surname as our dorm.” the other guy replied

They started to giggle a little

“What are you guys giggling for? Making fun of me? You guys better follow us, the stand in coordinator had wanted me to inform you that if you are still not following the group and choose to stand here, you will be left out.” I snapped back at the duo

“If she did hear our joke, I will eat spaghetti through my nostrils.” The first guy metioned

“Oh and your joke, I heard it. It’s not funny at all.” I replied

“You better start practicing now, mister.” said the second one immaturely



~~~~~~~~~After the walk~~~~~~~~


"Hmmm the courage test is next isn't it" I thought to myself "And to add to rub salt in the wound we have to find opposite sex partners.

I scouted around to see nearly everyone in the camp chatting to one another and partnering up. My eyes fell onto the little "emo" boy from the bus and lunchtime, sitting on a log with a Mawhile

"Man why is this guy everywhere I went" I thought "But I kind of feel bad for him, it seems he doesn't have any friends"

I walked over towards the boy, Kitsune Chan eagerly followed me. I shook his shoulder from behind. He turned around in a frightful state.

"Oh its you again" he said with a tone of dissapointment

"Well it seems your partner less and I was wondering if you wanted to do this courage test thing with me?"

His faced beamed with excitement, as he turned around.

"But, its not because I like you or anything" I quickly added

He nodded his head in confirmation, I looked down at my feet to see Kitsune Chan getting along with the boys Mawhile.

"Well if were going to be partners I at least want to know your name"

"Ienzo" He replied weakly

"Oh and my name is Lyzolda" I said "Want to get going then"

TAG MYSTIC CLOWN

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Forest ~*~*~*~*~

Moving so fast I could barely contain my excitement I stood at the edge of the forest, my feet still moving so fast in a jogging motion, even though I was standing still. Chris came walking up, placing a hand on my shoulder with a gentle smile. “Anxious are we?” He asked, I glanced past him, noticing a bunch of other men around Chris age standing a while back, but glancing in our direction. I quickly shrugged it off, just gawkers who wanted to see what Chris was doing.

“I am so ready to beat this!” I replied, my anxiety spiked after this afternoon and I had done some research on this forest after my room mate had helped calm me down. Now I was ready for anything they were going to throw at me, with or with out Chris it didn’t matter. “This is going to be completely Awesome, Awesome, AWESOME!” I shouted.

Chris drew out a laugh through his nose and stepped forward. “So are we ready?” He asked, before he could even finish the question I was already ten steps into the forest. “Hey Akira slow down.” He rushed forward, running to catch up.

Darkness completely surrounded us as we made our way into the forest, the last glimmers of camp light fading away the further we traveled into the forest. Chris placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to fall into step next to him. “Stay close to me, that way you wont be scared.” He whispered into my ear.

Although I wasn’t paying much attention, already I was fishing through my backpack, bringing out a large flashlight and flicking it on, spraying a field of light in front of us. “That’s okay I brought a flashlight.” I replied cheerfully, walking forward and past several vines that would have tripped me up if I hadn’t noticed them with the light.

After a few more minutes of walking in silence Chris grabbed my arm again. “We should stick closer, there are supposed to be Ghost Pokemon here.” He explained, as I glanced around, we were nearly half way through the forest and so far this test hadn’t been scary at all. “If you get scared, I don’t mind you holding on to me, I am a senior and all and have done this, just watch out for the GHOST POKEMON.” He called out again, this time emphasizing the last part.

All the while as he talked my flash light caught sight of a blue rose, growing out of the ground, its stem wrapped around a tree leg. “Amazing! Look at that!” I gasped rushing to the side of the path, bending down and running a finger over the flower’s petals. A blast of wind rushed past me, whisking up my hair for a second before it settled down. “Do you see this… Chris?” I asked, turning around, finding him wide eyed and shaking.

“Ghost…Pokemon…” He whispered.

I quickly scanned the light around the surrounding area, there wasn’t a sign of any Ghost Pokemon. “Stop playing around Chris! Besides we are already taking too much time.” I quickly jogged ahead, it took several minuets before I could hear Chris’ footfalls behind me, and even longer before he caught up at my side. “Took you long enough.” I sighed playfully, glancing at him only to see him glaring at his watch.

“Alright I’m done with waiting.” He turned back at me, a glint of anger and lust in his eyes that quickly scared me any more than any Ghost Pokemon. “See I asked you here as a friend, but I can’t keep it back any longer.” He took a step toward me, pushing me up against a tree.

“Your beauty is taunting me, out of all the girls I have dated, you have to be the most beautiful, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.” He whispered, leaning forward, his lips touching mine.

My eyes went wide in shock, my knee slamming into his ribs. He quickly broke the kiss, staggering back. “Damn you.” He coughed as I backed away, my eyes still wide in shock. “Get back here.” He leapt forward trying to tackle me. I quickly bolted to my left, using my momentum and my left arm to spin me around the side of the tree and I was off running. Branches and leaves flying into my face as I made my way off the path and into the forest, I had no idea where I was going since Chris had the map, nor did I see where I was going since I dropped the flash light, but anywhere was better than back there!

[Blademaster]

Vince



9:43pm.


"Shit!" Vince cursed as he wandered deeper into the forest, looking around desperately for a partner. It'd had been a half hour since he started looking, but he still hadn't found anyone.


'This is ridiculous!' Vince thought bitterly. 'What kind of university is this?! It's totally abandoned!'


Vince looked up at the night sky.


'And it's so dark I can barely see anymore...'


Vince removed the front Pokeball from his belt and tossed it forward.


"Suzaku, come forth!"


The Poke Ball burst open, and in a flash of white light, Vince's powerful Blaziken appeared; his Poke Ball bounced back to Vince's hand, where it was promptly replaced.


"Blazikeeeeen!!" Suzaku bellowed in a guttural voice.


"Suzaku, flare up those wrists." Vince instructed. "We need some light out here."


"Blaz." Suzaku replied with a nod, his wrists flaring to life, producing a bright pair of torches that cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter.


"We have only ten minutes left to find a partner." Vince muttered, partly to himself, partly to Suzaku, and partly to no one in particular.


"Blaziken..." Suzaku replied. "Blaziken-blaz, blaziken blaziken-ken blaz...iken......"


Suzaku stopped dead.


"Suzaku...?" Vince said, looking back at his Pokemon. "Suzaku, what is it?"


Suzaku raised a claw, signalling for Vince to be quiet; the fiery fowl closed his eyes, his horns twitching ever-so-slightly.


"Blaziken... Blaziken..." he whispered, turning his head to and fro.


Finally, the Blaziken's eyes snapped open; he spun around exactly 140 degrees clockwise, teeth gritted and clawed fists at the ready.


"BLAZIKEN! BLAZE!" he barked.


Vince rushed to his Pokemon's side and assumed a fighting stance.


"Who's there?!" he demanded. "Come out and show your face!"


A few seconds later, the bushes parted, and out stepped a red-haired girl in a denim jacket and shorts. She seemed disoriented, and was sweating and panting heavily.


She looked at Vince and his Blaziken for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty, but after a moment, she turned around, then back to Vince.


"Help me...!" she cried, approaching Vince as quickly and cautiously as she could.


"Suzaku, stand down." Vince said after a moment; he stepped forward, looking at the girl oddly. "Who are you? You looking for a par-"


"My name's Akira." she interrupted, trying to get behind Vince and his Pokemon. "This guy... He was trying to... He want-"


"Say no more." Vince said, his expression so dark it was almost indiscernable from the shadows of the dark forest around him. "I understand perfectly. Where is he?"


As if on cue, a tall figure burst through the trees where Akira had first arrived from; he was clutching his chest and glaring daggers at Akira.


"There you are..." he growled, taking a menacing step forward. "You have got a lot of nerve, Akira... That's something I admire, but not when-"


"Is that him?" Vince interjected, looking at Akira.


"Yes..." she whispered.


Vince turned back to the newcomer and took a step forward.


"Alright, douchebag," he snarled, "I'm gonna give you until the count of one to get your busted-ass ribs and your ugly face outta my sight..."


He snapped his fingers; Suzaku took a step forward, an aura of flames surrounding his body.


"...Or my friend here opens fire. On you."


The man glared at Vince, his teeth gritted, when suddenly his expression seemed to soften.


"Wait a moment..." he said. "I know you..."


Vince's expression didn't change.


"Good for you." he said, holding up a single finger. "One-"


"Vincent." Chris said, a strange smile crossing his face. "Vincent Lancaster..."


Vince raised an eyebrow.


"...OK." he said, stepping up in front of Suzaku so as to deter him from attacking just yet. "I'll bite. Where the Hell did you learn my name from?"


"Let's just say you ran into a few of my classmates earlier today." the man replied.


"Those gutter punks trying to mug that kid, I bet." Vince sneered.


The man chuckled.


"You're a fast learner..." he commented.


"And I bet you're a fast burner." Vince said. "Now you've got two seconds to tell me your name before I test that theory myself."


"My name is Chris Coleman." he replied. "Perhaps you've heard of me..."


Vince rubbed his chin.


"Ummmm..." he mused. "Hmmmmmmmmmm... Uh... Oh, wait... You're that Contest coordinating fruit... or something..."


Chris scowled.


"I'm a camp coordinator, for your information." he sneered. "And I'm also a senior - didn't anybody ever teach you to respect your elders?"


"Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect women, you sorry sack of shit?" Vince shot back, gesturing to Akira.


Chris chuckled.


"Oh, she merely overreacted to-"


"Spare me the bullshit, fairy; she already told me everything I needed to know." Vince snapped.


Chris frowned.


"Funny... That isn't the way I heard it..." he said.


"I don't give a fuck WHAT you heard or WHO you are!" Vince hollered, stepping out of Suzaku's way. "This is your final warning: Leave NOW, or Suzaku charbroils your ass!"


"You're just asking to be expelled, aren't you?" Chris asked mockingly. "You could be expelled just for threatening me with a Pokemon, in fact..."


"If I go, I take you with me." Vince said. "Once word gets out about your little liaison with Akira, you'll be out on your ass before I even am."


Chris paused for a moment, deep in thought.


"So be it." he said. "I'll leave you be for now. But one word out of you - either of you - and you'll learn first-hand why you don't screw around with the-"


"Suzaku...!" Vince started; flames welled in the back of Suzaku's throat...


"Alright, alright!" Chris snapped. "You made your point already!"


With that, Chris turned and walked off between the trees.


"This isn't over..."


"Yeah, yeah..." Vince mumbled. "Smug piece of shit... I oughta send Suzaku after him anyway..."


"Thank you..." Akira sighed behind him. "You saved my life... Or, my virginity, at the very least."


"Don't mention it." Vince replied. "My team has no tolerance towards people like that; the fact that these assholes run the campus is enough to make me question whether coming here was a good idea or not."


Akira paused, smiling slightly.


"Well... at any rate, I'm glad you came here..." she said softly. "The world could always use more heroes."


"Heroes?" Vince echoed. "Me, a hero? Huh, more like I'm always in the wrong place at the right time."


"And being in that place saved me and that kid he mentioned, didn't it?" Akira asked sweetly.


"...I guess so." Vince replied, looking at his Poketch again.


9:54pm.


"Shit..." he mumbled. "Six minutes until the Test starts and I still don't have a partner..."


Akira giggled.


"Oh yes you dooo-ooo...!" she said in a sing-song voice.


Vince looked up at her.


"It's the least I can do for my savior, isn't it?" she said, smiling warmly at the dwarf.


Vince just stared at her for a moment.


He'd just saved this somewhat ditzy from a creep from one of the highest castes on the campus, and now she was repaying him by joining him in his first chance to prove his merit at LVU...


'...Shit.'

[Prof. Jb Wolf]

Name: Ichigo Tsurugi Lloyd
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Stands at an average height of 5'10" with a lanky build Ichigo carries himself with a regal, almost noble bearing. His silvery-white hair falls to his chin and is usually swept back with only a few strands sticking out above his forehead. Eyes are a dark emerald green that seem all the brighter when in mid-speech. Features are sharp, almost hawklike with a firm, square jaw. Normally dresses in a fine white uniform trimmed in silver and wears a pair of white gloves on his hands. The Lloyd family crest, a two-head Ho-oh all in gold, is prominent on his left breast of the uniform jacket. He keeps his Capture Styler and PokeNav/Dex on his belt. Is almost never seen without his family sword, Wadou Ichimonji, in his hands or at his side.
Personality: A chivalrous man, Ichigo was raised to be a gentlemen among gentlemen. He is quite noble and well-mannered, but is prone to verbose and somewhat flowery speech. Has a zeal for justice and is always ready for a challenge. Combined with his supreme (some might say misguided) confidence in his own abilities, he tackles everything with great gusto especially the unknown. His favorite phrase is "I am the man who will stand a top of the _______________ world!". While somewhat lacking in the common sense department, Ichigo is well intentioned and is a skilled fighter/trainer.
Bf/Gf: None
History: The Lloyd family has been famous for generations as trainers, at least one member of the family always making to the top eight in the Kanto, Johto, and most recently the Hoenn regions. Initially, Ichigo led a sheltered life as the only child of two influential and wealthy trainers. Arrogant and insufferable, he never knew defeat in battle and often boasted loudly of his heritage. This changed when he was fourteen while on vacation in the island region of Fiore. His uncle, a Pokemon Ranger, disgusted with his overbearing attitude, challenged Ichigo to a battle. If he lost, Ichigo would have to be trained by him until he thought he was good enough to hold the Lloyd family name. He eagerly accepted and was promptly defeated. For the next five years, his uncle put him through rigorous training where he gained a new sense of honor and duty. Finally satisfied, but still somewhat worried about him, his uncle sent him off to Lapras University, specifically so his cousin Namie would watch out for him (or be his 'advisor' as Ichigo thinks of it.)
Other: Has an abiding love for simple, home cooked meals, having called it 'the food of the Gods'. His sword is more than just for show, as he is quite adept with it, but prefers to let his Pokemon battle with/for him. He carries no Pokeballs, having grown a distaste for them, all of his Pokemon following him because they have been impressed by his sense of justice or, in Hakuoro's case, because they have nothing better to do.
Pokemon: Agni (Charizard M), Kagara (Marowak F), Itsuki (Espeon M), Ayame (Gardevoir F), Hakuoro (Dragonair M), Dan (Hitmonchan M)
Degree: Battling


Ichigo Tsurugi Lloyd
~THE MAN WHO WILL STAND ON TOP OF...Lunch~

When Aislin and Ichigo arrived back at the Kuro Dorm, Rywen had already set up a portable grill outside. The Lloyd heir winced slightly as he realized that his best friend STILL wore an apron while cooking. It wasn't that he was against men wearing aprons, so much as he was bothered by the looks girls tend to give the two when he cooked in public. Speaking of which, apparently Rywen had brought along more female companionship - the girl they had seen earlier as well as a new one.

"AH! Ichigo-kun, your just in time - this barbecue is almost done!"

"Excellent (please stop calling me -kun)." Ichigo turned towards the two girls as my comrades ranged themselves. "And I see you have brought more guests."

"Yes, you already know Kuriko and the other girl is-"

"Namie Lloyd." Namie held out her hand for a shake. "Ojii-san already mentioned me to you Ichigo-san."

The Lloyd heir warmly shook her hand before pulling the unsuspecting girl into a bone-breaking embrace. "My dear Itoko-san! It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Souji-san talked of you often during training!" He released her allowing Namie to stumble back for gasping slightly for air. "Ah, please excuse my exuberance. I was told that was the proper way to greet a family member, but I have been known to over do things."

"Just...a little..."

"I'll keep that in mind." He smiled brightly as he crossed his arms. "Souji-san has often praised you for having a good head on your shoulder as well as a good breeder. Nothing less could be expected of a Lloyd, of course, but Souji-san often lamented at not having you around. He suggested that I look out for you while we stayed here at LVU."

"Really, I thought it was the other way around."

"Preposterous. Why would I, Ichigo Tsurugi of the Lloyd family be in need of 'watching'. I'm absolutely sure you must have misheard him." Ichigo silenced the girl's explanation with a flick of his wrist. "No matter, and to show I harbor no ill will, I will stay make you my new 'advisor in all matters pertaining to commonfolk and secondary advisor on breeding matters!"

"What now?"

"Souji-san often said I lacked 'common sense'. Being a child of the Lloyd family how could I develop something that was 'common'? In any case, what I lack you must have - you do come from one of the lesser families after all!" He clapped his hands with a wan smile. "So you shall advise me in all aspects of this 'common' sense."

"Ah...."

With the exception of Rywen, the others were dumbfounded by Ichigo's . Behind him, Agni placed a claw to his forehead as if in resignation of his master's logic while Itsuki covered his sniggers with a paw. The awkward silence that followed was broken as Rywen happily announced that the food was ready and began serving.


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The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly. The obstacle course posed little problems for Ichigo. Compared to the last few years of training with his uncle, the course was like a child's playground for him. Finished before most of the others, he sat off to the side with his Pokemon to watch and evaluate the other Freshmen battlers.

More time passed and finally it was time for the first 'test' of LVU. It apparently involved going into the forest to find some sort of doll. While normally Ichigo would be more than willing to perform such a test, but it was stipulated that he would require a partner of the opposing gender. Rywen had always been the one good with women, but Ichigo himself was rather lacking.

After his third attempt at gaining a partner was rebuffed, the young Lloyd was about to resign himself to going it alone when he spied a familiar face.

"KURIKO-SAN!"

The quiet girl seemed to freeze in mid-step at the sound of Ichigo's voice. Before she could order her Natu companion to Teleport her away, Ichigo had already gotten to her. "Just the person I was looking for. As everyone else has seemed to have paired off for this test, I was hoping perhaps you would do me the honor of accompanying me through the forest for the test?"

She mumbled something about the Pokemon Center and a 'night shift'.

"Nonsense! It is a student's duty to participate in school events such as this!" Deciding to take a somewhat more forceful approach, Ichigo grabbed Kuriko's wrist firmly in hand and began tugging her towards the forest. "Now come along!" He called over his shoulder as he pulled Kuriko along. "It would probably be better if we split up. Itsuki, Agni, and Dan come with me while you three head back to the campsite! We'll be back in an hour!"

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Yes, I realize I'm quite late. Yes the post probably isn' up to par. But still I'm here and alive - NOW NO TALKING OF DRILLS UNLESS ITS ME!

[The_Missing_Link]

Andy - Kuro - Battling
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Looking straight at the fire, I was too absorbed by the flickering flames to notice someone sit next to me. Only after I sneezed did they speak up.

"Hey, are you looking for a partner?"

I turned my head and looked at the guy in surprise. He had a smile on his face but the thing that caught me was that he was the guy that got into the fight with the breeding camp coordinator and was hauled away. He also made it public that he didn't like battlers.

I smiled. This would be interesting.

"I am, actually. Do you want to do the test together?"

He nodded happily and we both got up to walk into the forest. With Isis by my side, I pulled out a flashlight while he released a Pikachu.

"This is Denise," he said as the Pikachu chirped her name. "And I'm Hiroshi Nagasaki."

I pointed at the Froslass floating around Hiroshi. "That's Isis and I'm Andrea Greenwood but you can call me Andy."

After the pleasantries, we walked in silence for the next few minutes as we tried to make our way through the brush. It was dense and made for slow going but luckily, we hadn't encountered anything yet. All that time though, Isis continued to float around Hiroshi, calling out her name in glee.

"Your Froslass is...interesting," he said slowly as he tried not to follow the ice/ghost Pokemon's movements for fear of getting dizzy.

"Yeah, she can be a bit of a spazz but she's a totally different Pokemon in the arena."

Hiroshi stopped in the middle of a bush and stared at me.

"Oh, you're a contest coordinator?" he asked, his voice noticeably strained.

I stared at him with a passive look but inside, I was smirking. "No, I'm a battler. Why do you ask?"

He gave a low, audible growl and backed away a step.

"Out of all the people to pair up with, I got stuck with a battler. How despicable."

"How so?" I asked calmly. "What did I do to make you angry?"

"You battlers are all the same!" he barked. "You torture Pokemon and when you win battles, you take all of the fame and glory while your Pokemon suffer from needless battling. All you do is treat them like slaves!"

An eyebrow twitched in annoyance but Isis expressed my feelings better by punching Hiroshi with an icy fist and floating back to my side. He cried out as frost settled on his arm but it wasn't severe enough to cause any damage.

"It seems like Isis took offense to your gross generalization," I replied as he gave me a cold stare and tried to smother the coldness with his clothing. "I don't think she would have done it if she agreed with you.

"Look, I don't know what brought on your hatred of battlers and I'm sure it wasn't a good experience but to be blunt, you're wrong. You're certainly right about some battlers; they're cruel, annoying bastards who don't give a crap about their Pokemon and enjoy fame and fortune rather than spending quality time with them but the vast majority are not them. I'm not. I love my Pokemon with all my heart and would do anything for them to make sure that they were happy. When I know they can't go on in battle anymore, I recall them. If I know that they don't enjoy battling anyone, they don't battle. I train with them everyday and feel the pain and triumph that they feel. Ask them yourself if you're interested since it seems that you've never gotten an opinion from the Pokemon of a trainer before."

Hiroshi just glowered as I took four Pokeballs off my belt and released the rest of my Pokemon. Not having been privy to the conversation, the Charizard, Kirlia, Buizel, and Hitmonlee were understandably confused as they stood in a thick forest between their trainer and an angry foreign guy with a puzzled Pikachu.

"You guys, Hiroshi wants to ask you a few questions. I want you to answer him honestly. Please don't lie."

They stared at Hiroshi while he did the same thing, his face impassive.

"Go on, ask them anything," I urged Hiroshi on.

He gave me another glare but then sighed.

"Do you like to battle?" he asked plaintively.

One by one, they looked back at me but my head was down and eyes closed. They looked back at him and nodded.

"Has she ever forced you to continue battling when she knew you were done?"

No.

"Does she physically train with you?"

Yes.

"Would she protect you from harm?"

Yes.

He let out an exasperated sigh but asked one more question.

"Has she ever treated you cruelly?"

Everyone shook their heads except Drake. He hesitated but slowly nodded.

"Looks like I was right about you," Hiroshi said smugly. "Your Charizard said you were cruel to him."

I looked up and rolled my eyes at the Charizard. I walked over to his tail and lifted it up to show him a tail flame encased in a glass globe.

I looked up at him. "Drake, is this what you're talking about?"

He turned his head away and snorted out smoke but nodded briefly.

"He loathes this thing," I explained to Hiroshi as I let Drake's tail drop. "It allows him to swim and keeps him from accidentally burning down houses or hurting people."

I looked at Hiroshi and made a sweeping motion with my hands.

"Well there you have it. From your lack of reaction, it appears that my Pokemon love me, I love them and I treat them right. I can't make you change the way you feel about us but at least you know that you were wrong about me. Now, do you want to finish the courage test with me or would you rather go at it alone?"

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

*puts cheesegrater away* I shall make all the references to drills that I bloody well want.. :p


Namie Lloyd
Stepping Out


The following reproduction of a conversation between Miss Namie Lloyd and Miss Kuriko Shiamari (with third-party additions) took place shortly before they were hauled off in opposite directions to participate in the Courage Test by their respective partners.

Miss Namie Lloyd was wearing an airy linen sundress that was singularly unsuited for exploration of haunted forests and/or shrines but was nonetheless exquisite in cut and fabric and definitively a perennial establishment in the annals of fashionistas everywhere. Miss Kuriko Shiamari had on the uniform popularized in Pokemon Centers worldwide by the army of Nurse Joys manning the counters in said centers: a pink confection of a dress, with matching white apron and cap; she had however managed to get out of twisting her hair into twin loops.

"...told you he was stupid."

"Ah yes, but how was I to know that dear cousin Ichi had actually achieved that particular degree of positively, insufferably, regal oikness?"

"How you can say that and smile at the same time is something I must eventually perform research on should the opportunity arise."

"Oh I am very sure his heart is in the right place. Even if his brain isn't. There now, Kuriko-chan, you spoke properly for a whole sentence! Remember to do the same to your partner for the courage test later!"

"Not going."

"Isn't it compulsory?"

"Night shift at Pokemon Center."

"I seem to recall hearing something about you not being required to turn up for work because the influx of freshmen that you were supposed to help handle are, in fact, going to be taking part in this courage test that is compulsory."

"...Don't have a partner."

"Have you considered dear cousin Ichi?"

"You're supposed to take care of him. You be his partner."

"But I promised Aubrey over the phone. Please, just for me?"

"...No."

"Hmmm. I see dear cousin Ichi approaching. ETA: about ten seconds."

"...!!!"

"Five seconds, now. There you are, Aubrey, love!"

"Dahling! When they said we had to have someone of the opposite sex as our partner for this test the first one I thought of was you! We shall do this together the only way - elegantly. Hop on Briar, dahling, he'll get us there quick enough."

"Kuriko-chaa~an, watch dear cousin Ichi for me, thank you in advance~"

"..........................."

"KURIKO-SAN!"

With the departure of Miss Namie Lloyd, the record ends here.

SORRY WURZ D: my brain died at the last minute..

[EngiMatikul]

Catching up, so when I do the Courage Test post it will look stupidly and embarassingly short. And because no one did the lunch scene and combine it.

Kuriko
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Kuriko stared down at the sandwich Rywen had given her. She was unsure of what to do... to trust... this stupid guy to potentially poison her with whatever he made? She continued to stare at the sandwich while the others happily ate the little snacks without without much concern at all. Suddenly, something completely unexpected happened: Nitres got off her shoulder and took the entire sandwich into her mouth.
"Ni...tres?" Kuriko looked on with some astonishment. Nitres almost never acts upon anything, even when she gives him his meal. Consequently, the only conclusion she could think up was...
"Ah, did your little bird take your sandwich?" Rywen smiled amiably while handing Kuriko another sandwich. The Natu was now on the ground, flicking the sandwich around attempting to eat up everything he could out of the sandwich he stole from his trainer. Kuriko looked down on her new sandwich. She was left with no choice...
It's good, was the first surprising thought that came to her mind. She never had anything like it before, it was amazing. It was now that she noticed that everyone that had come in contact with the sandwich enjoyed it immensely. Rywen glanced at her, and Kuriko quickly hid her face and finished off her sandwich. Rywen just smiled.
"Don't get full yet, once we get back to the dorms I must delight Ichigo-kun with the exquisite pleasures of the BBQ!! Of course, you and your friend must come as well."
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<here we insert everything PJBW says in his BBQ post>
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A short while after the BBQ, Kuriko quickly dressed up and arrived at the pokemon center. She remembered that the first time she began working the nurse in charge didn't approve of how she treated customers, so she learned, naturally, to become a better medical assistant by altering her personality. For reasons her pokemon, including Nitres, do not understand, Kuriko can somehow turn from the softspoken loner to the amiable caretaker in a matter of seconds.

"Hiiii there! Welcome to the Pokemon Center! Awww, is that your Whismur? It seems to have a slight cold, I'll get it treated right away! Stay put now! ~<3"

...It's truly a mystery.
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Apparently by the time she was finished and had her first break, dinner was already over at the Anka dorms. Admittedly, she was slightly disappointed, but Rywen, upon seeing her arrival graciously gave her a few more leftover sandwiches from lunchtime. Kuriko took them, reluctantly, though in all honesty she was incredibly thankful for the delightful morsels. After she took them and made sure no one was in sight, she quickly ran off without going back to her room and out, headed towards the pokemon center.

...Or at least, that's what she thought.

"Kuriko-chan!!! Kawaii desu ne,* that outfit!! Going to get the guys to go after you in the Courage test?"

"...the what?"
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<insert Chiko Sai, then PJBW's post, connection in timeline finished>

*How Cute

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Rescued? ~*~*~*~*~

The walk back to the beginning of the start line seemed to be just as tense, I would jump at every noise, wondering if Chris was coming back to strike. Not only though was I jumpy, yet the guy that seemingly rescued me did seem to have his own anger problem. Yet what could I do? Besides all I wanted to do was for this day to end. “This school does seem to have its fill of unique people.” I remarked, stepping around a bush, grabbing a granola bar from my backpack and munching down on the particularly stale taste.

My words still rang in my head as we walked; I called him a hero and the rest of that? Everything happened so fast that I was just blurting stuff out. “I guess you could say that, the starting point should be somewhere around…” He swatted some branches away as we continued on the path. I took another bite of the bar when he stopped, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I’m not sure if we are heading the right way now or not, it should be here.” He sighed.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke up. “So where are you from?” He finally asked.

I stretched out for a minute, swallowing the last bits of bar. “Well I grew up in Hearthrone City.” I explained, telling him about the last few years how my parents hopped around Hoenn after leaving Hearthrone where my love of contests started, and then from Hoenn to Viridian. “And here I am.” I shrugged, the story ending abruptly with an exclamation mark placed on it by the rumbling of bushes to the left of us.

“Think that could be..” I backed up, a bit in shock and surprise until a very familiar face poked his way out.

“Am I interrupting something?” Shaan asked as I breathed in a long sign of relief, he glanced between us as I let some of the stress drain away from my body. “C’mon the camp is back this way.”

Short post but meh not much to work with.

[Weasel Overlord]

Aubrey Loosestrife
butterfly
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There really was only one way to complete this blasé test of courage and that was astride a magnificent Arcanine, gliding through the woods in complete and unutterable style as only Aubrey could manage with such little effort.

The wind blew their hair back and branches tangled at their faces, but for once Aubrey didn’t care. As always, the simple act of riding on Briar’s broad back elated him to such a degree that everything else around him paled in comparison. The Arcanine’s gait was long and nary a stride was out of place; so much so that riding him felt like you were flying across the land. But then, that was the famed agility and speed of the great dog Pokémon.

Even though they had all been warned of the dangers of wild Pokémon wandering the forests, there didn’t seem to be many around at all. Maybe they were all asleep or something.

Aubrey leant back to call over the noise of the wind.

“No Pokémon around dahling! I think that those older students were just trying to worry us a bit. I’m glad, really. I’d hate to have to make Briar fight for us, and I’m not sure whether Celandine would be able to manage it either. He’s a bit of a-” Aubrey was cut off by a branch smacking him in the face with a loud twang that sounded somewhat like a snigger.

He snapped his head back forward again, slowing Briar down with a hand tightening on his mane. Leaping off gracefully, he glared around at the trees, eyes narrowed.

“Okay, who branched me? Trees just don’t snigger dahlings, you should have been more careful!” Namie jumped down to stand at his side, looking slightly worried as Celandine hovered to her left.

A pair of tall, well, things materialised from between the trees. One of them was clad in what appeared to be a long white sheet, with a pair of holes cut in for eyes, and the other was wearing a set of fake fingers, each one tipped with a viciously curved, garishly red fingernail-claw type thing, a pair of striped tights, pointed shoes and a long, straggly wig through which a pimply face was only just visible.

Namie sighed as the white-clad one waved its arms around in a vaguely menacing way.

“Woo.” It said. Namie shook her head in resignation.

“Woo? Is that all you could come up with? You are the most pathetic excuse for a ghost I have ever seen. Ever. They don’t actually say ‘woo’ you know. Nor are they often seen waving their arms around in a way that is certainly not threatening, whilst clad in what is obviously a cast-off sheet with eye holes cut in. And as for your despicable branching of my dear friend Aubrey, well! It’s just not very nice. Next time, you should come up with a more subtle way of scaring people, if you’re going to even bother. And next time, do not branch the poor firsties in the face, possibly ruining an otherwise perfect complexion!”

Aubrey looked aghast as he felt his face with a careful hand. Shaking a little, he drew slightly-damp fingers to his eyes to examine them.

“Blood!” He said. Though his hands shook slightly, his voice was the epitome of calm. “You made my face bloody.” He glared at the second one, who seemed to be going for some sort of witch effect. “You made my face bloody. What happens if it scars? Oh lord...” He broke off with a wince before clenching his fist.

Striding the few steps between the pairs, Aubrey pulled back his hand and gave witchy a resounding slap around the face. Turning on his heels, Aubrey stalked back over to Briar with a grin at Namie.

“I don’t think it’ll scar Aubrey love.” She said.

“You don’t think so? Oh dahling, I just couldn’t bear it if my face was scarred.” He turned to glare at the subdued duo, one hand on his hip as he gesticulated. “And you two, your fashion sense, really! You,” He pointed at witchy. “Need better hair. That wig is frankly dire dahling! How do you expect to scare anyone with such second-rate paraphernalia? Your nails need a good manicuring, if you file them well enough, you could achieve a nice point which would be much more threatening than those ugly things you’re sporting now. And just don’t get me started on your face, dahling! A good cream should sort out those warts, I’d say, and please, dahling, just change those tights. If you must have tights, at least go for a more tasteful fifty denier. Sheer, I’d say, with your complexion, and I think a fleshy colour would suit the most, how about you, Namie dahling?”

“Well love, I’d start with ghosty here, and suggest that if you want to instil any kind of terror, you simply have to get yourself some chains. Maybe even a ball attached too, for proper clanking, you know. Maybe add a bit of blood around the neck and the eyes, and please, work on that wail! Ghosts simply do not say woo, love. You want to go for a more bloodcurdling scream, I’d say, perhaps with a bit of chain rattling and ending with a lovely dismembered sigh. Now that would be scary. Then you’d really be cooking with charcoal.”

“Wonderful advice, Namie dahling! Simply splendid! I couldn’t have put it better myself, in fact!” Aubrey smiled. “And now. Ghosty and witchy, dahlings, get out of our way so that we can finish our trial.” He gestured haughtily as the pair scrambled away. “Imagine the cheek of it! Branching me in the face! Me!”

“Oh, I know love.” Namie exclaimed as she climbed back onto Briar to her place behind Aubrey.

“Onwards, Briar dahling! We have a shrine to conquer! But Mie dahling, do you really think that it won’t scar?” Aubrey looked anxious as Briar sprang into his graceful lope.

Namie patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. “No love, I really don’t think it’ll scar. There’s hardly any blood, after all.”

Aubrey smiled. “You’re right dahling. But hey, don’t you think it’s strange that we haven’t come across anyone yet? I mean, everyone’s doing this trial of courage, but we’ve not seen anyone else in this forest at all. It must be huge!”

“I heard that it was a massive place. The shrine’s apparently not far out after the forest though, so we’re doing alright, I reckon. Considering how fast Briar runs, we should be there in no time, love.”

“Briar does run especially fast, even for an Arcanine, I’ve always thought. But hey, what’s that?” Aubrey pointed through the underbrush at a flash of red and black. Slowing Briar, he turned to Namie.

“Maybe that’s one of the other pairs. Celandine? Would you go have a look for us, dahling?” Celandine cheeped in affirmation and glided off through the trees as Aubrey and Namie dismounted from Briar once more.

Another cheep and a trill told Aubrey that the coast was clear, and he pushed his way through the trees to find a rather short girl dressed in red and black stripes, and a boy who looked the same age, carrying a Pidgey on his shoulder.

The girl smiled at Aubrey, raising her hand in greeting.

“Hey! Are you on the Courage Test too? I guess you are, that’s a kinda obvious question, eh? My name’s Kristy Mizushima, who are you two?”

“Why, I am Aubrey Loosestrife, dahling, contest coordinator extraordinaire, and this is my esteemed observationist, Namie Lloyd. Standing behind us is the wonderful Briar, and cheeping around my head is the gloriously golden Celandine, contest champions both. And we were only just saying how odd it was that we hadn’t come across anyone else in this vast forest, and then here you are! What coincidence dahling!”

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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*~*Running the gauntlet*~*~

The forest was dyed a creepy dark green covered in thick vines with big gnarly roots coming from the bottoms of the trees. Many night loving pokemon now infested the forest filling it with their omnious calls.

I scouted around area, then drew out a map. Running my finger across the map I tried to pinpoint our location.

"Ah, we should be somewhere around here" I exclaimed "So that means we go in this direction"

Ienzo and I continued to walk down that path.

"Ummm" he clamered

"Yes?"

"You don't think there are any real ghosts in this wood?"

"Pfft no, thats all just a big conspiracy to scare the freshman"

Ienzo let out a sigh of relief "Thats good to know, anyway if a ghost did jump they probably be scared of you"

I tried to repress my anger at this statement, I knew he meant well the delivery could have just been better.

We continued to clear a path through the desolate forest, though I could't shake the feeling we were being watched. I heard a twig crackle from up in the trees. Ienzo heard it to and started to cower.

"Get up" I said "Its nothing"

"But it might be a g..g....g...ghost"

"Fine I will check it out for you, Kitsune give us a Foresight"

The tiny blue fox jumped down from my shoulder his eyes glowed a bright red scanning the area.

"Rio....lu" he said pointing to a near by tree.

"Ok, lets just see what this ghost actually is" I grabbed another pokeball from my belt "Go Steel Ryu"

A flash of red light appeared and a giant steel clad pokemon materialsed form it.

"Ryu can you go see what is up that tree"

The monstrosity moved towards the tree, grabbed onto it and gave a big shake. Two white bed sheet clad figures fell to the ground. They had little lanterns and long fake fingernails.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I screamed

"uh....we were just leaving" and with that they dashed through the forest back to its entrance.

I smiled and turned towards Ienzo "See no ghosts, just stupid people"

He gathered up a smile back, we continued through the dark forest when we finally reached the shrine. It was a giant ornate memorial to the guardian of the forest. On the platform there were several Mew dolls lined up in a row all on pedastalls.

"Yes" Ienzo beamed "We made it"

He walked over to the closesy doll and was about to pick it up when he had a thought.

"You think these might be booby trapped?"

"Ummm I don't know" I replied

"You know from like all those old Indiana Jones movies, when you steal a treasure there is always a booby trap. Just pass me something heavy and disposable form your bag"

I reached into my Big Bag of Berries till I protruded out a Large Watmel berry

"Will this do?" I asked

"Yeh I suppose" He took the berry in one hand and ready to snatch the mew doll with the other. Tiny sweat beads ran down his face as he juggled the berry up and down, suddenly with a quick flash of hands the berry was on the pedastal and the mew doll in his hands.

"Wow thats amazing" I exclaimed

"Come one" he said "Lets continue"

We started to walk back to the entrance but decided to have a quick stop in a clearing.

"You must all be starving" I asked

Everyone nodded in agreement, I opened my Big Bag of Berries again. This time pulling out several small Pecha berries, I handed them out to everyone and the started to chow down on them.

"Well this is easy isn't it?" said Ienzo

"Yeh, but something doesn't seem right"

Millions of red dots appered around us, giving of a uncertain aura.

"Pfft probably more seniors trying to scare us" Ienzo exclaimed.

"Ummm, actually this time I dont think its them. These ones might be real" I clammered

"So should we fight them?"

"I don't think we have a choice"

[Dark-San]

Chapter 6 – Courage Test? A hoax or the truth?

"Well there you have it. From your lack of reaction, it appears that my Pokemon love me, I love them and I treat them right. I can't make you change the way you feel about us but at least you know that you were wrong about me. Now, do you want to finish the courage test with me or would you rather go at it alone?"

“You must have brainwash them. It is just absurd that any Pokemon just want go under hellfire. I’ve know that you should have heard of this story some long ten years ago. It was famous story about a trainer fallen from grace. Alfred Hitchaman, a former well known battler that probably defeated the best that the Pokemon world had to offered. Even the great dragon trainer, Lance, acknowledge his power.

However after an apparent loss to another trainer, he couldn’t accept this fact and became a drunken loser. What happen to his Pokemons? Apparently abused at since they couldn’t get him the victory he wanted. He later died from alcohol intoxication and his Pokemons soon followed him to their grave from heartbreak and physical wounds.

His Pokemons has got him his world number one battler’s status and his fame. However what had Alfred given back to his Pokemons? Nothing but pain and suffering.”

“Stop slandering, Alfred. Half of the elderly people residing in my hometown treated him as their idol. He is like a hero to them.”

Still feeling the numbness from the chill punch on my arm, I repeatedly try to shake off that uneasy feeling before continuing onto my story.

“Hero? That fellow is nothing but the greatest loser in history. I was there to witness everything. The repeated abuse he laid on his Pokemons and the subsequently beatings they have to undertaken.

Even his family wouldn’t spared from his abuses too.”

The tension between Andy and me was clearly evident. At one corner with Denise, I was nursing the bruised arm and in the other corner is a furious Andy at some weird breeding degree student who is sprouting out nonsense.

“What do you know about the family? The newspapers back then didn’t reported much on them.”

She retorted with much gust. With her hands on her hips, the demanding lady was expecting a logical explanation.

“Of course I know everything inside out regarding Alfred’s private life. His family consists of his wife and his stepson.

I am THAT STEPSON!”

The only sudden burst of confession shocks Andy upon to the point, which she seem to retreat a few steps back.

“And if you don’t mind, I am going off to get that mew plushie from the shrine by myself.”

Insisting on an end to the endless argument, I hastened my steps further into the forest shrine- ward leaving a dazed Andy behind.

“Wait… wait a minute.”

She quickens her steps, trying to catch up with my walking pace.

To her, I may seem like some idiotic breeding student who just sprouts nonsense about battlers. I was there when my step dad whips his Nidoking to the point where the physical amour it possess shows sign of cracks, endless punches to my mom resulting in her losing her sanity and the burn mark scars behind my back.

With that terrifying thought, I grip onto my shoulders tightly, trying to forget that incident.

Whether she believes it as a hoax or truth, it doesn’t matter to me anymore. I am a true survivor of life and I certainly don’t need some courage test to prove it.


------------- Act 13: To the rescue-------------

“Help!”

A cry went over from a not far distance away from where Andy and me were located.

“Someone needs our assistance, we better hurry there.”

Andy explained before rushing over to the direction.

“What on earth is she doing? We are just a few meters away from clinching that mew plushie.”

Without much thought put into my actions, I soon followed up on her. To our absolute shock, we were confronted and surrounded by not just one but a whole batch of Ghost types.

Looks like the saviors got themselves into the same pinch with the people that they are supposed to save.

“ Lets just pray, we can get out of here alive right, Kuro-chan”

Kuro-chan referring to the proud lady that Alan and me had met over at the Forest Observation lesson.

“Go Tsubasa!”

“Go Sora!”

“Go Denise!”

Summoning my pokemons sitemanteously, the four of us got into a battle royale with the ghostly residents of the battler’s forest.


------------- Act 14: Mysterious savior-------------

“Sora, lets deal with it with a Thunderbolt.”

“Denise, deal the Gengar on Andy’s left with an Iron Tail.”

“Tsubasa, put up a Lightscreen to secure the defense from our back.”

We are already at our wit’s end. An hour and a half of hard battling with my Pokemons, our energy clearly being sapped away by the sheer numbers of the Ghost Types.

Denise was tired out and for a moment lost concentration and she collapsed onto the ground.

“Denise!”

I yelled before rushing to her direction.

A wild Haunter took the opportunity and fired off a Night Shade onto the unconscious Pikachu.

I managed to get to her on time and shielding her with my back facing the Night Shade attack. The attack got to me and blew me off with me still holding onto Denise, tearing up my shirt from the back, exposing the cruel scars, which I had kept it hidden from public view ever since I vouched to start life anew.

The few members left were clearly exhausted while still putting up a losing battle against the unlimited numbers.

For a few seconds, we thought we were goners until a split second light flashes blinding us and after which we felt some immense Psychic energy coming from the source of that light that forces the Ghost types to flee.

This cat-like Pokemon looks familiar, is it the forest guardian? Mew?

For a while I caught a glimpse of the legendary before passing out.


~Some half an hour later~

The next moment I knew was when a concerned Alan stood besides me.

“Where are the rest of the members, Alan?”

“You mean the other three students? They are safe and sound though they had some injures to deal with.”

“Looks like I failed the courage test.”

I laughed a little before the thought of Denise struck my mind.

“Denise? Is she alright? How about Tsubasa and Sora?”

“Your Pokemons are all alright, Hiroshi. Denise is in the Pokemon Centre A&E ward back at the campus, still in intensive care. Tsubasa and Sora are beside you all the time.”

As he mentioned it, the two Dragonairs circled me and gave out some whining noises, attempting to express their concerns to me.

“Silly guys, I will be back and battling fit in no time tomorrow.”

Alan then began to rattle off some random instructions to the other students while my mind drifted elsewhere.

Was it really Mew out there or is it my imagination?


------------- Act 15: Student Council’s decision-------------

“We are canceling the courage test, some of the students got attacked by a wild bunch of Ghost Pokemons and they ended up with injures. I wanted all student council members to quickly evacuate the students back to their respective campsite. We are sealing off the shrine area.”

Ayako Oishi gave off some final instructions before she ordered a total retreat.

This is funny, normally the Ghost Types that resides in this forest are not that fierce, they do not attack the people to goes through the forest unless they are provoked. But then attacking in massive numbers, this is the first time I’ve heard of it.

Standing there at one corner, deep in her thoughts. She looked up at one of the fellow student council member before instructing him.

“Get me, Chris. I need to talk to him…”

Points to note:

1) Alfred Hitchaman is a world- renowned battler a decade ago before he fallen from grace due to his loss to another trainer. The loss leaded to his abusive behavior to his Pokemons and family members before leading to his downfall. Hiroshi is his stepson. The young Hiroshi saw what his battler step dad had done to his Pokemons and that probably explains his deep hate for those in the battling degree or battlers in general.

2) Scars behind the back of Hiroshi were the evidences of the tormenting abuse that he undergo when he was twelve and still residing with his parents. Hiroshi had always wanted to hide them from others and vouched to start life anew after separation from his mom a few years ago.

3) The flash of light came from Mew. It used its Psychic attack and saved the four trainers from apparent doom after they were bombarded with wild Ghost Types.

4) Tags Rebecca, Mystic Clown, darktyranitar and Crazy Elf Boy – It’s your turn now.

5) Next Chapter: Whirl Islands

[Shadow Djinn]

Time to make up a female NPC...


Cosmo Cariso - Battling - Midori
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As he continued to recline against a sturdy tree, Cosmo's eyes were lazily watching pairs form over the brief time period they were given. The time passed slowly for the lax trainer, with Zangetsu resting idly on one of the branches. Footsteps roused him from his brief reverie, and his eyes met with a girl of short stature, her hair a dark auburn. Piercing eyes met his own before she turned away.

"Can I help you?" He said evenly.

She hesitated, averting her eyes for several moments before she sighed, looking up one more.

"I need a partner," she said briefly. "And I'm guessing you don't have one?"

"I don't," Cosmo said, rising from his lazy position. He raised one of the pokeballs on his belt, aiming it instinctively at Zangetsu. The Sneasel morphed into crimson light, whisking into his confines willingly.

"So what is your name?" The girl continued. She produced a band from her jeans, raising it to her hair as another hand skillfully tied it into a ponytail, securing the hairstyle with the band. Her shirt resonated with the night, a dark black, a beaded necklace strung around her neck, with six pokeballs secured onto it by odd fasteners.

"Cosmo Cariso." The boy replied.

"Like the company," she frowned.

"Not anymore," the teenager replied.

"Well I'm Syrana," the girl shrugged.

"We should get going," Cosmo muttered, glancing at the pairs, who were now dispersing into the forest.

-

"I don't like this place." Syrana muttered, brushing away an array of thick undergrowth.

"Nor do I, deal with it." Cosmo replied airily.

"How long have we been in here?" Syrana questioned, her eyes attempting to break through the darkness.

"A while." Cosmo paused by a tree, grimacing as he felt the fatigue of his sore feet. "But let's keep going."

"Wait." Syrana replied raptly, her eyes becoming more alert.

A grim cackle pierced the foresty surroundings, and Cosmo was upright once more, palming two pokeballs in his hand.

A violet specter burst from the wood, his jagged form contorting as clawed palms created an indigo sphere of darkness, his manic laughter still echoing throughout the trees.

"Rutler!" Syrana roared, detaching a pokeball from her necklace. She hurled it forward, and a dark form burst from the sphere, golden rings lining his furry black coat. Two ringed ears perked up as the Umbreon eyed his opponent.

"Shadow Ball, Faint Attack." Syrana snapped.

Umbreon fired a projectile that deflected the poltergist's own attack; the Umbreon then dissapeared into the night, reappearing behind the rogue Haunter, his fangs sinking into the ectoplasmic form. Hissing in discontent, the Haunter threw the Dark pokemon off him before quickly retreating from whence it came.

"That was fast," Cosmo sighed, reclipping his pokeballs to his ragged belt.

"That was odd," Syrana muttered. "Not very usual behavior for inhabitants of this region..."

Suddenly Rutler the Umbreon was helplessly thrown against a tree trunk as a cloaked Pokemon glided forward, cackling as he seized the Dark Pokemon. His mouth was replaced with a zipper, his eyes gleaming with malice, ears dripping sullenly behind his puppet-like form.

"Banette!" Syrana identified quickly. "Rutler, same attacks!"

"Zangetsu, Ice Punch." Cosmo roared, sending Sneasel's pokeball into the air.

The weasel Pokemon burst from his confines, claws pulsing with an icy glow as he raked them across the ghost, who hissed in pain, backing away hesitantly.

Rutler regained his footing, violet projectiles tearing from his paws before he faded into the increasing darkness.

Banette fired bolts of indigo at both of his opponents; both Dark pokemon managed to skillfully avoid them before retaliating with their own choices of techniques. Zangetsu somersaulted into the air, preparing to dig his claws into the Banette once more, only to be sent flying by a wicked jet of darkness, hissing annoyedly as it bit into his side. Several spiked forms emerged from the trees, and Syrana rapidly identified them as Haunters and Gengars. Their eyes possessed the same malice that the wounded Banette had, and they struck Zangetsu and Rutler with renewed vigor, lashing them with an assortment of blows before the trainers were forced to recall them.

"Cyrus, Dark Pulse!"

As the ghost pokemon advanced, a flurry of streamlined, jagged arrows of dark energy sallied forward, ripping through the ghost pokemon as a marine blue form burst into the clearing, spikes protuding from the back of his hands and chest. Black streaks lined his fur, his eyes a beady red, though in a friendly manner. He was joined by his trainer, who was wearing a dark overcoat, directing the Lucario in sending the ghost pokemon in a full fledged retreat.

"I'm with the commitee," the trainer said briskly, his heavy breathing evident, serving as a testament to his fatigue.

"You're to go back. The Shrine is now off limits."

"Why?" Syrana questioned forcibly, always curious.

"Accidents, and what not." The trainer replied irritably. "Let's go."

Cosmo quickly joined the committee trainer, with Syrana reluctantly following, their eyes roving the wood cautiously.

What seemed like eternity passed before they finally were free from the dreary confines of the forest, their mental states shaky from the encounter with the vicious ghost pokemon.

"Are you all ok?" The committee trainer said, glancing at the freshmen.

"Yea," Syrana muttered.

"Stay around here," the trainer snapped. "Don't stray away unless you want to be dead."

With that, the overcoat-clad trainer dissapeared into the growing congregation.

"That was just weird," Syrana muttered, turning to face Cosmo. The lax boy shrugged.

"I suppose the test is cancelled," he noted. "And that means we part ways."

Attempting to mask her reluctance, Syrana nodded meekly.

Waving a hand in farewell, Cosmo disappeared into the congregation as well, his fear masked by a casual look placated on his face.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Ok, high time I posted…was sort of waiting for Bulba lol…
And now you cancel the Test of Courage? *wails*
This will be a nice filler post about how we get dragged out of the forest.
So by “respective campsites”, you mean the different degrees will be dragged to their campsites where they’ll have to spend the night right?

Sorry for the uninspired post. >.>

~Aislin Vadasy ~

She wasn’t sure how it ended up like this, her and Rywen alone in the dark forest. She hadn’t really paid attention, and somehow they’d partnered up. She shrugged, trudging after him, unbothered by the darkness and tall trees and whatnot around her. Having being brought up in a safe, happy and comfortable environment all her life where nothing hurt or scared her, she had no fear of creeps, ghouls and whatever else.

“I think we’re lost,” Rywen muttered, looking around at her.

“Oh?” she said, a little blankly. “Well, nothing we can do about that. What about the seniors?”

“Seniors?”

“All the shows I’ve ever watched that had ‘Tests Of Courage’ involved some people dressing up in weird costumes in attempts to scare the wits out of the participants?”

“You’re suggesting that we-”

“Find one of them and ask for directions."

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, looking rather sceptical.

She was about to reply but was interrupted by rustling noise nearby, followed by a body hurtling out of the bushes in front of them.

A tall boy, who was followed by a Kadabra quickly grabbed hold of her and Rywen’s wrists. He nodded at the Pokemon, and with a rather sickening lurch, the scenery around her melted away, and when her head had stopped spinning, she found herself back at the campsite they had started from, still with the boy holding on and Rywen beside her.

“Return to your campsites immediately,” he ordered them tersely, before disappearing again.

She and Rywen stared at the empty spot that he had recently occupied, and then at each other.

“What was that about?” she wondered aloud.

“Your guess is about as good as mine,” he replied, looking puzzled.

“Well. Thank you for the lunch and all. It was nice meeting you,” she mumbled, her mind already occupied with other things. With a small smile for him, she turned around and walked off, heading for the Contest Degree campsite that had been pointed out to her earlier. Vaguely, she wondered if Aubrey was already there, and then her mind turned to other matters.

This was all rather puzzling, this University, what with its stories of the grudges between the faculties and nonsense like that. It seemed illogical and rather childish of everyone involved. Now, a sudden cancellation of a freshman event, and everyone herded to their camps.

"Stupid," she sighed, as she walked. Thinking of the newsletter business the chairman had mentioned, again, her feelings moved her to declare, "Stupid." That was all she could think of throughout his speech. It was so clearly mismanaged, all these events. She wondered who was the editor who had let that article through, and all the assaulting and bullying and distrust that had come up after that. It was all just so...stupid.

Getting more irritated as she walked, she was seething by the time she reached the camp. Seeing no one else around, she sat down glumly, waiting for her other yearmates to arrive.

"This is the pits," she thought to herself, releasing Cho-cho. "This place is crap," she told the Houndoom, who whined a little, moving closer towards her, nuzzling her face. It didn't change anything but it did make her feel better.

"Thanks," she said, smiling a little.

[darktyranitar]

Alan Bradley
Giving up the ghost

“Hold… on…” I gasped, catching on into Naomi, who was bounding energetically in front of me. Overhead, my Magneton continued to float pass me, humming as it does so.

“I think we’re almost there!” she pointed towards the shrine a few feet in front of us.

I looked up at Magneton, who slowly floated back towards me, before zooming off – apparently taunting me. “Yeah, yeah. Just because you don’t have to walk…” I murmured, sitting my back towards a tree trunk.

I was about to sit down when I felt something rushing towards me. I looked towards where it was coming from, and my eyes were blinded by a burst of bright light.

“…Magneton?” I dared to ask after the light slowly disappeared. The floating magnet replied with a metallic grunt to indicate where it was.

“Did you see that bright light?” I slowly opened my eyes, a bit dazed from the light. Magneton made a nodding gesture, and pointed towards a direction. We quickly went towards the said location, hoping that it was nothing too serious.

I was wrong. There were four trainers – Hiroshi, the proud lady that I recalled Hiroshi had made fun of – Lyzolda, if I remember correctly – and a male and a female trainer that I have no memory of encountering into before – appearing to be in a state of shock and fatigue. A few of their Pokemon stood besides them, all looking as tired as their trainers are.

“What’s going on here?” I asked. The female trainer then stood up, hoisting Hiroshi up by his arms –an unconscious Pikachu held in his arms. On second glance, I noticed that he was unconscious as well.

“We were attacked by a group of ghost Pokemon,” she explained. “And one of them,” she gestured to his back; only the smallest bit of cloth remaining on it. “Had hit him.”

“They were a lot of them! Hundreds, perhaps!” the boy said, waving his arm to indicate the size of ghost group. Lyzolda said nothing, but just grunted.

“Well, let me take him back,” I motioned to Hiroshi. “I’ll take care of him.”

“What are you going to do?” The girl asked as I carefully carried Hiroshi behind me.

“My Magneton can teleport us out of here.” At that moment, Naomi came into view, a Mew plushie in her hold.

“Uh… Naomi. No time to explain. Go and help the others, okay?” She was about to argue, but then gave a nod. “Alright, see you guys later,” I said, as I began to feel the teleport taking its effect.

A flash later, and we were in front of the breeding campsite. “Someone, please help us! My friend here and his Pokemon were attacked by a ghost Pokemon!” I cried towards one of the seniors there.


*****

Moments later, I was waiting for Hiroshi to rise up from his stupor. His two Dragonair peered down at him, occasionally circling around him – possibly from nervousness. I was nervous myself. I spend my time sitting down beside him, then standing up, before I sat down again. I then stood up, paced around the room, and then went back to stand beside him. He was moaning slightly, and he was slowly opening his eyes.

“Where are the rest of the members, Alan?” he spoke as soon as he woke up.

“You mean the other three students?” I sat down. “They are safe and sound. Although they had some injures to deal with.”

“Looks like I failed the courage test,” he said glumly. Then he gave a small laugh. I shrugged; I guess I failed it as well, because I had returned earlier before Naomi, even when she has already got the Mew plushie.

“Denise?” he said worriedly. “Is she alright? How about Tsubasa and Sora?”

“Your Pokemons are all alright, Hiroshi. Denise is in the Pokemon Centre A&E ward back at the campus, still in intensive care. Tsubasa and Sora,” I pointed towards the Dragonairs. “Are beside you all the time.”

The two Dragonairs to circle him, making some sort of whining sound. Hiroshi chuckled, patting them on their head. “Silly guys, I will be back and battling fit in no time by tomorrow.”

“Alright,” I got up and went to look for Naomi, hoping that she’s not too upset that I screwed up our chance to win the test.


Tag to classy.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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~*~*You only get one*~*~

“Help” I shouted, my voice echoing across the forest hopefully reaching some ones ears to come to our rescue.

I heard the bushes rustling next to where we were standing.

“Oh please don’t be another ghost” Ienzo pleaded

The annoying boy from before pushed back the branches of the tress struggling to get to our rescue, I also noticed that he was dragging a girl with him as well.

“What the trouble?” Hiroshi asked

“Umm, well just look around you” I replied

He walked slightly backwards when realising the seriousness of t he situation that he had just gotten himself into.

“Okay, Go Denise, Tsubasa and Sora”

Three pokeballs flew up into the air and tiny red beams plummeted to the ground, in its wake were two beautiful slender dragons and a tiny yellow mouse.

“Ok guys lets go” Hiroshi shouted

“Well I might as well cut loose as well” I thought

I threw my other 4 pokeballs up into there air all releasing my Pokemon.

“Ok guys lets go get them”

They all made affirmative grunts and snarls as they started to charge up there attacks. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a ghost Pokemon about to get the better of Denise, about to call over Steel Ryu to assist I saw Hiroshi run towards and shield Denise from the attack. His back half of his shirt ripped off from the blast also knocking him back a few metres.

Suddenly there was a sense of calmness, a sort of tingling sensation running through my body. I could see the ghost Pokemon start to retreat as if they were scared of something, an abrupt flash of purple light clouded my vision of the marauding Pokemon.

I fell down onto my knees a wave of energy flooding my body, I looked around to see what had saved us but was just met with a cry “Myu……”



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Roughly 10 seconds later~~~~~~~~~~~~~


My head was spinning after this incident, I stood up and shook it trying to regain full consciousness. I turned my head around to see Hiroshi lying on the ground, Ienzo and Hiroshi’s partner Andy seemed ok. I rushed over him, hoisting his body over my shoulder attempting to get him back to camp.

A figure appeared through the trees “Please don’t be another ghost” I whispered

“What’s going on here?” asked the figure, is Magneton floating behind him, just buzzed lazily.

“Uhh…we were attacked by ghost Pokemon” I replied “and on of them hit him” I added pointing down to the half naked unconscious Hiroshi.

“There were hundreds, maybe thousands” Ienzo said trying to exaggerate the situation.

“Well let me take him back” said the figure who I just realized to be Hiroshi’s friend Alan. “I will take care of him”

“What are you going to do with him?” I asked

“My Magneton can teleport us back”

I looked at the three flying balls of metal as they buzzed around his head, humming as they went. A sigh of anger passed my lips.

“Fine” I finally said

A small girl popped out from the bushes holding a Mew plushie just like the one in my bag.

“Uh..Naomi can you please go help the others” Alan asked

“Ok Magneton Teleport us back to the camp please” Alan whispered to his companion

A bright flash of light appeared before my eyes and the next thing we were all back at the breeding campsite.

“Someone, please help us! My friend here and his Pokemon were attacked by a ghost Pokemon!” Alan shouted as he ran down towards the seniors.

A medical team was rushed to the campsite immediately, they tried to inspect my minor wounds but I just shooed them away pointing to Denise who was the one who was actually in trouble.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~20 minutes Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


I took a seat on the hard plastic yellow chairs on the Pokemon centre still mothering my wounds. A nurse in a pink uniform came out of the room were Denise was being held.

“Is she ok” I enquired

“Yes she will be” replied the nurse “She just needs a bit of rest”

Breathing a sigh of relief I sat back down on the bench holding the mew plushie in my hands remembering back to the incident in the forest. Was that really a Mew, if so why did it save us? All these questions ran through my mind as I started to feel my eyelids growing heavy. Until…….I……went ………….to……..sleep….

[Dark-San]

NPC – Chris Coleman

“Chris, you understood what I had discussed with you just now?”

I nodded as I stood besides Ayako listening to her endless commands.

“Good if you understand, let us commence on the plan to isolate the vegetation area around the shrine as soon as the students are out of there!”

Turning her attention to the other student council member she yelled,

“Are all of the freshmen accountable for?”

“Nope President, we still have a few students from both contest and battling and at least one more from breeding still unaccountable for!”

“Damn, this is so troublesome. We got to hurry and get them out of there. Intensified our search and increased the area covered by at least another 500 meters. They shouldn’t have gotten far!”

In all these frenzy, I took an unnoticeable slight evil grin. For I know the reason behind the ghostly attacks.


~ Some hours ago ~

“I need to get back at that punk!”

Randy stormed around the pitch and started to curse and swear.

“That brat! He broke my fucking arm and almost reveals my secret to the outgoing President. Now with my powers revoked, I am unable to do anything.”

“Now relax, Randy. You will get your revenge by tonight.”

“What do you mean by tonight?”

An inquisitive Randy began to become interested on how his revenge plan can be carried out. Patting onto the weird machine, I sneered at Randy.

“With this baby, you just would be able to do it. You remember the technology that Team Rocket use some years back ago to overtake Goldenrod City Radio Tower and control those Pokemons?”

“Hey nope, I’ve no idea on this.”

“Well that is what happen when you never read the news, Randy. This baby here allows us to send out frequencies to disrupt our little ghostly inhabitants residing in the forest. They will get provoked in a moment and would attack any trespassers in their way. And when they do start attacking, they do not stop even when you are dead. Those Pokemons would behave like insane animals that hadn’t eaten for weeks.”

I smiled and was pretty confident that my plan would work as I explained it.

“Perfect, that brat is dead for good!”


~ Back to the present time ~

At least, Akira and the arrogant dwarf would meet up with some trouble pretty soon enough. If I can't get what I want, I will destroy it.

Randy had already had his revenge with that brat in that useless state and now it is time for my turn.

“Chris, I am talking to you. Would you please don’t drift away in your little world would you?”

Ayako cuts me off from my thoughts again.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sempai. Please repeat it again!”


~ Meanwhile ~

Meanwhile, Randy was with a bunch of his men settling down in some hidden area behind the shrine.

“Guys, some strange light earlier flashes, cutting off the frequency that this machine was emitting earlier. Luckily, we got it back working on time.”

Pressing the ‘on’ button again, he smiled before adding,

“This one is to show the freshmen not to mess around with their seniors.”

Points to note,

1) The reason for the unusual number of Ghost Pokemons attacking is now all-explainable now due to Randy and Chris’ evil plan.
2) With Randy turning on the machine again, the Ghost Pokemons will soon lose their senses and start attacking the trainers that are still stranded in the forest again.
3) Assuming that the only RPGers left in the forest are Roy, Perfect Chaos, Blademaster, Weasel Overlord, Emo Fan and Crystal Tears, what are they going to do now?

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Ghosts, Goblens, and Demons ~*~*~*~*~

Vince, myself, and Shaan moved into a tight circle as the Ghost Pokemon swirled around us, kicking up a wind that blew my hair in every which direction. The Pokemon moved faster and faster until it seemed as if we were in a black vortex. “Any ideas?” Shaan called out, grasping a Pokeball, and then putting it away. “There are too many.” He sighed as we squeezed together.

My eyes traveled up to a branch just ten feet above us. “I need a boost.” I pointed up, the two boys looked at each other for a moment, Vince finally kneeling down, Shaan following his motions. “Going up!” I called out, jumping onto their hands and leaping off, making it just high enough to grasp the branch. I did one swing to test the strength and then followed through my momentum to swing me over the branch.

SNAP!

My eyes watched the branch snap in muted shock as gravity took hold of me and I began a slow fall toward the ground. Immediately a hand leapt out of the vortex, a Haunter attached to that hand as it grasped my face. I muffled out a scream of shock as the Haunter’s eyes started to glow.

The scream of the crowd snapped me back into reality; I was standing on a trampoline, two other trampolines next to me, I nodded to Kirla who stood next to me and the house lights dimmed, I jumped, followed by Kirla, both of us gaining altitude with each jump. The music began to play and we both flipped to the opposite trampoline and began to jump higher and higher.

“Three… two… NOW!” I counted to myself, jumping and rolling into a flip, when my eyes opened to check my landing the trampolines were gone. I looked around in shock as gasps could be heard. “Kirla help.” I screamed, but Kirla was gone too, and gravity began to take hold, dragging me in a free fall to what would soon be my death

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Horrendously, achingly short, I know... but at least it's something?


Namie Lloyd
tell me something that I've never been told...


Getting out of the forest had been most bothersome. Nishikaze had not helped with the sudden swarm of ghosts at all, stating that none of these ghosts were any of his friends and relations, his friends and relations were much more civilized, thank you very much; and had indeed hidden behind Namie's head when they were confronted by a coven of rogue Gastly with a strange gleam in their eyes. Briar, Aubrey's magnificent Arcanine, had instead obliged by giving an immense roar, scaring some of the ghosts away, and singed the ones that did not flee with a searing blast of flame, just to get his point across.

The short, attractive Kristy Mizushima and her Pidgey-toting companion, whose name Namie could not quite catch as it had been said in an unintelligible mumble, had held their own most capably, and after exchanging phone numbers had parted ways amiably at the entrance to the forest. Nishikaze was unrepentantly gloomy over his inability to liaise with his non-friends and relations, hovering over his owner's head as if attempting to possess her and feast upon her soul.

Aubrey removed a stray leaf from his hair with a delicate flick of his wrist. "Well! What was that all about, dahling? Almost at the shrine, and they decide to cancel the test!"

Namie tugged on one of Nishikaze's disembodied hands and began to stroke the sour-mouthed ghost absently, inasmuch as a being composed of gas and vapour can be stroked. "Can't imagine, love. What about all those ghosts attacking that weren't Nishi's friends and relations, then?"

"Silly seniors, I can see that they are definitely most disorganized, with absolutely no sense of proper style, at all. Now, if I had been the one doing it, there would have been hordes of blooming Roselia attacking, instead - aromatherapy, elegance and beauty, all bundled in."

"Oh, Aubrey love, tomorrow we're apparently scheduled for a tour of the Whirl Islands. We'd need to take some measures after that harrowing experience in the forest; mud pack, cucumbers, perhaps?"

"Naturally, dahling. Let us retire to my dorm, and we shall beautify ourselves accordingly. Harsh sun tomorrow, and all that!"

"Do you have a strawberry mask, love? I have a clay exfoliating one with essence of mulberry-"

About two extremely girly and satisfying hours later Namie emerged from Midori Dorm smelling faintly of strawberries. Despite the lateness of the hour, there were nonetheless two familiar, dishevelled-looking figures heading in the opposite direction towards Anka Dorm, followed by two or three shapes recognizable as Pokemon.

Namie grinned, the expression on her face not unlike that of the Cheshire Cat.

She caught up to them and clapped each of them on the back.

"Why, Kuriko! There you are! And my dear cousin Ichi! How lovely to see you both not dead and in apparent working order!"

[Perfect Chaos]

My apologies for taking so long...I had a MAJOR mental block on what to post, so I have to give the much needed thanks to Roy for pestering me as much as he did for me to post.


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Shaan Ramuk
Anka Dorm
Battling
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I watched as Akira gracefully jumped up into the and easily got hold of a tree branch that was right above us. Luckily, the branch was seemed sturdy enough as Akira started to swing over to the other tree. Suddenly, to our dismay, the branch suddenly broke. "Akira!" I yelled out to her as she began to plummet back down to Earth. A large swarm of Ghost Pokemon then rushed up to her and began to swarm around her, blocking her out of sight from us.

All of a sudden, I felt an icy chill go down my spine. I spun around and came face to face with a Gengar. "Gen...gar" it said menacingly, its eyes beginning to glow a hellish red color. I tried my hardest not to look into them, but I could not help myself and the world around me faded black.

When I came too, I realized that I was in some kind of coliseum surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of shadow-y spectators. Where the hell am I? I thought to myself, extremely puzzled. I turned around and saw that I was in the middle of a battle. All six of my Pokemon were out on the field but I could not see my opponent, nor his Pokemon. I suddenly felt another chill go through me, as if some kind of power wave just went through me. Whoa...what the hell was that... I thought again to myself. Then I noticed the trainer's Pokemon.

I couldn't see it clearly, but from I could tell it was extremely tall, seemed humanoid and clearly had some powerful aura coming off of it. The trainer, who looked like he was dressed in a business suit, seeming smirked and said "Show me what you got, ya punk kid" I gritted my teeth and his insult and ordered "Go guys! Show him what you made of!" They all screeched/called/etc. in their respective ways and began to charged toward the mysterious Pokemon.

All of a sudden, the Pokemon's eyes suddenly lit up in a fiery blue color. A blue aura surrounded around him as it raised one of its arms up. What's it doing... I thought again, confused when I suddenly realized that all my Pokemon had stopped moving and they were struggling in the air. Is it using...Psychic power...? I thought again, trying to analyze what sort of Pokemon it was. I noticed the other trainer smirked again and then said two fateful words: "Finish them."

The mysterious Pokemon seemingly nodded and I saw that it began to close its fingers slowly into a fist. I heard yelps all around and saw my Pokemon beginning to convulse in their respective spots. Oh my god...what the hell's going on?! I thought again, scared out of my wits. "HEY! WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!! STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING THEM!!" I screamed out to the other trainer.

He laughed out loud in a very harsh tone and said "This is what they get for being weak. Weak Pokemon deserve to die in such a manner." and continued laughing harshly as my Pokemon all began to convulse and choke in some way as the mysterious Pokemon continued to slowly close its hand into a fist.

"I SAID STOP IT YOU BASTARD!!" I yelled again at the top of my lungs as I charged toward the trainer. The Pokemon raised its other hand and I suddenly felt myself just stop in my tracks and floating up in the air. Suddenly, with a great rush, I was thrown backwards by the Pokemon, landing very hard on the ground.

I coughed and hacked, feeling great pain in my rib area. I must've broken a few I thought to myself with great pain, coughing and spitting out blood. I looked up again as my Pokemon continued to writh and convulse in extreme pain as the trainer continued laughing at the massacre in sight. "Guys...I'm so sorry...I failed you guys as a trainer..." I muttered before the world went black again.

Hey...

Hey you...tall boy...wake up already!

I heard a voice calling out to me. Who is it...it sounds familiar I thought again. The next thing I knew, I suddenly woke up as I received a sucker slap from Vince...

Whoo, finally done. Tag to Blademaster

[Dark-San]

^~$~^The Whirl Islands^~$~^

http://www.geocities.com/darkyouthtpm/Whirl_Islands.txt

The Whirl Islands is a general name given to a set of four island located off the shore of the Battler's Forest in the middle of the lake. The freshmen would get to tour the Islands on Tuesday and would travelled there by boat from the jetty onto Miho Island, the largest of the four islands.

Miho Island: The largest of the four islands. This is where you would start your journey and from there you would venture into other smaller islands by crossing the bridges. Do be careful when venturing into the thick vegetation as it is the thickest among those in existence. Pokemons inhabitating there are fierce and would strike if provoked.

Hibi Island: Besides possessing a thick vegetation, this island's scenery is at its best when the sun sets since it is located westwards.

Yui Island: Or better known as the 'Fishing' island. From there you can start renting your very own fishing rod and fished for water pokemons. Old Rod, Super Rod, Good Rod, whatever you name it, they have it all. Besides fishing, you would get to dive to marvel at the sight of the underwater lake cave that is located between Yui and Miho Island. However be careful when diving as pokemons such as the Mantine and Gyardos resides there. It is their nesting ground after all.

Kiba Island: The least interesting of the four since it has pratically nothing except for the thick vegetation and weird stone structures. The island itself has a myth. It is said that whoever can find a stone structure located deep in the forest vegetation that is shaped like a Arbok's fang and touches it, would be blessed with a year of good luck.

Note: The swimming area is confined within the area of water body by the four islands. Do not let your character swim out of the confined area if not they would be swept away by the lake water currents.

[Dark-San]

Chapter 7 – Whirl Islands

A sunny day and an excursion in a group island in the middle of lake, the perfect ingredients for Lapras Valley University students who are on their way to enjoy their second day after last night’s horror confrontation with the supernaturals, namely Ghastly and Gengars.

“Hey Hiroshi, why don’t you join us?”

As Alan with the two girls, we team up last night, played in the fresh water lake. Squirting the waters playfully on me, Alan giggled and heads towards my direction. Here I am sitting under the shade of the tree, reading some crappy novel I bought some weeks back.

“Nah you go and enjoy my share of the fun. I’m not joining you guys. Engaging in water activities is bad for my wounds.”

Giving some random excuses, I was hoping to get away with having to swim since it would mean that I had to go naked waist up and exposed my scarred back to them. After though they had already seen it once in that ghostly attack, I am not going to show it again.

As time goes back and struck at exactly noon, I called out and waved my hands frantically.

“Hey dudes, it’s time for lunch. Your bentos are ready!”

Points noted: Tags DT, Rebecca and Classycat.