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    It shouldn't. That happens to everyone. Fisticuffs will battle a Gastly... Good luck!

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    This is Bandit's RBG and the sorta introduction of Circe and Destai. Bandit won a battle at the Battle Tower and grew to level 10. Hope you like it!

    Bandit's POV

    Usually Katana would hide her feelings and go around acting like herself when she was moody. Not this time. All through the packing and departing process, she was brooding like never before. If she talked at all, it would be like one word or syllable. Mostly she just nodded, shook her head, or shrugged. It worried the heck out of Bo and me. “Katana, you have to snap out of it. There are plenty of guys out there,” Trinity said as we approached the train station. Just as predicted, Katana stayed silent. “Fine then! Keep crying over that psycho!”

    “Speaking of that psycho, I informed the Pokemon Center about Diablo’s condition. They promised to take good care of him,” Shonta assured Katana. No response to that, either.

    Shonta returned Trinity and boarded the train with just Katana and me. I swallowed my pride and sat next to the Zangoose, hoping that I could snap her out of it somewhere between White Mountain and Sector Alpha. I tried to talk about Bo. "You know, Bo's friend Rollie got caught this morning. Luckily it wasn't by Dennis." I laughed a little but Katana just sighed. "Anyway, Hootie told me that. Hey, isn't it great to go back home?"

    "You can call it home. I just call it another place to stay," Katana said gloomily.

    At least I got her to talk. I don't know if it's taking one step forward or backward. "What can I do to make you feel better?" I asked her.

    "You can start by leaving me alone." She jumped off the seat and sat at another behind me.

    I shook my head, wondering why I was even trying to help her. She was cruel and heartless. So why was I trying so hard? Bo was getting worried about her state but it wasn't that. Because you really like her when she's nice, said a part of me. She's actually quite nice when she wants to be. Too bad she's only like that around the girls and Bo.

    I shook my head. There was no way I could like that Pokemon like that! Even when she was nice, she was like that for just a short time. But I still enjoy that time, I thought. She even looks nicer when she's kind. Her eyes are softer, her smile is warmer... I slapped myself. I was not getting these feelings. I couldn't!

    "Is there something wrong?" Shonta asked me from the other side of the train car.

    "No, nothing's wrong," I said quickly. I just have a confused heart, that's all.

    We got back at Sector Alpha, Shonta talking to the adoption center through her cell phone. It seems that we were going to have another teammate. "Just drop them off at my house," Shonta told the person on the other end of the line. Make that more than one teammate.

    We took a taxi to the house and once again I sat by Katana. On one hand I actually wanted to hold her paw and tell her that it was going to be alright. On the other hand I knew that that would have been too mushy and my face would end up being scratched. Before I knew it my hand went to her paw only to have it nearly broken in Katana's death grip. "I told you to leave me alone," she growled.

    When we arrived home we met our new teammates. One I already knew about, a Houndour named Destai. He used to be on Trey's team. The other was new to me, a female Ralts that Shonta named Circe. She seemed to be pretty good at reading aura, which is why I warned her up front that Katana wasn't having a very good day. "Whoa, man! I hear what you're saying. This dudette is totally giving off bad vibes," Circe said in a surfer chick's accent. At least I knew what she was saying.

    Destai, on the other hand, growled at Katana and snapping at her heels. Katana just stood still until she couldn't take it anymore, then scratched Destai's face. The Houndour gave off a loud "YIPE" and hid behind me, whimpering.

    "Tell me about it," I responded.

    "What did he say?" Shonta asked me.

    It came to me that Destai was wilder than most of the Pokemon that were found at the adoption center. He believed that there was a certain hierarchy in the team that he followed. He just found out that Katana was pretty much on the top branch of the tree. He decided to behave while she was around. "I wouldn't know," I said to Shonta. "I can't understand him."

    "I could," Katana said. "He said, 'Don't hurt me again.'"

    Shonta let out the other members of the group once she got in the house. Bo argued with Destai over the Torment TM that Bo found in Shonta's backpack. They got into a fight until Katana got frustrated and scratched Destai's face again, making Bo the winner by default. She ate half of her dinner later and went into the Pokemon's bedroom to brood some more.

    "I don't see why she's doing this to us," Trinity said as finished her food. "It's not like that Houndoom was the perfect guy or anything."

    "I don't see why you have to be such a witch about this," I snapped for mysterious reasons. "Your perfect guy most likely doesn't even exist."

    "Of course he does! My man will put me on the highest pedestal and treat me like a queen."

    "That's why Bandit said that he doesn't exist. No one can stand you, much less your man," Ali joked. That got a smile on my face.

    "Well...shut up!" Trinity yelled indignantly.

    I finished my food and went to the Pokemon's bedroom to find that Katana was still there, staring out of the window. I considered just walking away and watching TV but something was nagging me to talk to her again. I listened to that nagging and sat next to her. The sun was ready to set. I opened my mouth to speak but then got an idea. I stood up and tugged on her arm. "Come with me," I nearly pleaded.

    "Why should I?" Katana asked me gruffly.

    "Because a lady like you needs to be treated like a queen every once and a while," I answered with a smile.

    She looked at me like I was talking gibberish. "I don't get it. Why are you being so nice to me?"

    "For one thing, it's for Bo. He hasn't been able to cheer you up all day. I thought it was my turn to try. And I'm also doing this because..." I swallowed hard. "...I like you. There, I said it!"

    Her expression didn't change. "That's a load of bull."

    "No, it's not! When you're mean and cold, I hate your guts. I thought that was the real you. But then I noticed how you acted around Volt, Triton, and Bo and I started to wish you would treat me the same way! You're actually more beautiful when you're nice."

    Katana swallowed hard and looked down at the ground. Her expression was soft and confused. Then she looked back in my eyes. "Are you telling the truth?" she asked me eagerly. She didn't threaten me or anything.

    "Yeah, I am. So what would you like to eat? Maybe some dessert?" I held her paw in my hand.

    She blushed and said, "Some ice cream would be nice."

    I nodded. "I know the perfect little parlor near Millennium Park. Let me dip into my funds and treat you to some."

    She raised an eyebrow. "You have funds?"

    I scratched my head and laughed nervously. "Actually, it's more along the lines of a five dollar bill that I found between the sofa cushions. Don't tell Shonta I found it."

    She laughed pleasantly and followed me out the door while no one was noticing. We walked side by side to the parlor and ordered two banana splits. Katana really enjoyed hers. I guessed that she never had one. She started giggling and brushing my leg with hers, her way of flirting with me. I was still a little uncomfortable with that so I scooted my chair back.

    We finished and went to Millennium Park next. By then it was starting to get dark. Katana was fine by that. "Let them worry about us," she said when I mentioned how the team would feel once they noticed we were gone.

    The two of us sat on a bench near a fountain and watched the first stars appear. We were silent for a while until Katana spoke. "You know, this reminded me of the time Diablo took me out on my first date."

    "Um, I didn't make you feel worse did I?" I asked her slightly shakily.

    She shook her head and chuckled. "No, you didn't. You showed me a good time is all. I don't know the last time I had good ice cream." I stiffened as she laid her head on my shoulder. "This has been a good day after all."

    "Glad I could make it better. So, you don't hate me anymore?"

    "Bandit, I've never hated you. I was just annoyed by some of the things you did. In fact, I liked you too. Some part of me didn't want to let go of Diablo, though." She fell silent for a while as she watched the fountain then spoke again. "We shouldn't tell the team about this. They might start teasing us."

    "Nah. Trinity will and Ali might, but not the rest of them. But you're right. It'll be weird to them if we started acting all lovey-dovey."

    "Lovey-dovey!" screeched someone from behind. I looked up in a tree and saw a Swablu looking at us with a dumb expression on its face. It opened its beak and screeched again.

    "Quit that! We're sharing a moment here!" Katana shouted angrily.

    "Lovey-dovey! Lovey-dovey!"

    "That's it. The bird is cat ferret food." She walked to the tree and started to climb up it.

    I climbed up with her and cut her off halfway. "Not so fast. This Swablu isn't acting normally. It should be singing. Instead it's screeching mindlessly like a pet Spearow. Something's wrong and I would like to find out before you eat it."

    "Fine. After you're done with your investigation, burn it to extra crispy with your Ember."

    I nodded and climbed the rest of the way. The Swablu was still on that branch but now he was mumbling "blue, blue" over and over again and staring at me stupidly. "Okay, I am officially creeped out," I said under my breath as I inched closer to it.

    Suddenly something spooked the poor Swablu and it quickly attacked me, pecking me with its beak. I swatted it away and stood on the tree branch. "That's it! It's go time!" I shouted.


    L10 Male Kecleon (Bandit) vs. L10 Male Swablu

    "I hope you know that you don't have a chance, birdy. I can climb..." I pounced for him but he quickly flew away. "...but you can fly. Let's see if I can ground you."

    But the Swablu had other plans. He hovered in midair and collected sunlight. I was unable to think about anything other than the growing orb of sunlight. I finally snapped out of it and jumped off the branch just as the Swablu redirected and let loose the Solarbeam. It hit me square in the chest and changed my body color to a slightly lighter shade of green. I went into a nosedive and hit the dirt.

    Katana's face looked down at me as I lay on my back. "Are you alright?" she asked me, sounding concerned.

    I stayed there on the ground for a minute before sitting up and groaning. "Holy crap, that was powerful," I commented. I looked up and saw the Swablu hovering over our heads. "I'm so glad that I have such a good special defense but one more hit like that and I'm done for sure."

    "Do you have a plan?"

    I grinned goofily. "Nope. I'll just have to improvise."

    She smirked. "Idiot. Good luck with that."

    Swablu didn't wait for me to get to my feet as he went into a dive straight for me. I dug my toes in the dirt and put my arms in front of me to brace myself for impact. I yelled out as the super effective move made contact but managed to stay in place, shake it off and fire an Ember in the Swablu's face which made him shriek and fly up into the sky. I quickly fired a Psybeam while his back was turned and still in range, hitting him in the tail feathers. It squawked in surprise and dropped out of the sky but managed to right himself and come to a stop a foot above the ground.

    Damn. This guy should be down by now. What's wrong with him? I panted heavily, not knowing if I would be going down before him or not. I was exhausted, almost too exhausted to see that the Swablu was trying to loosen something from his throat. He spit it out only to have it thrown back at him courtesy of my Magic Coat. The purple goo seeped through his feathers and into his skin swiftly. The Swablu started to sweat and slow down his wings. He sat down on the ground and slowly closed his eyes as the poison worked its way through his system.


    I won and grew to level 11!

    I hesitated before scooping up the Swablu in my arms and running to Katana. "Where are you taking him?" she asked me with her paws on her hips.

    "We have to take him to the Pokemon Center before the poisoning gets too severe," I told her sternly. "Like I told you, I want to know what's wrong with him."

    "He's crazy. That's all there is to it," she mumbled.

    "It's not his fault! At least, that's what I believe. Just believe me when I say that something -- or someone -- is affecting his mind."

    Katana lowered her arms and threw them up in the air. "Oh, alright. You take him to the Pokemon Center and I'll get Circe. She'll be able to read his aura without a problem."

    We went our separate ways. I rushed the Swablu to the Pokemon Center while he was muttering "blue, blue" in his sleep. The nurse gave him a weird look and asked me what was happening. "Beats me. That Swablu was acting weird. He was calm one minute and spastic the next." I felt the adrenaline wear off and the exhaustion return. I plopped down on a waiting bench and fell asleep.

    Katana woke me up an hour later. Circe and the rest of the team along with Shonta was with her. "Let's see that Swablu," Katana told me.

    I led them to the room where Swablu was taken. He was now no longer poisoned and was sleeping peacefully but every now and then he would mutter those same words. Circe climbed on his bed and ran her hands over him. "Dude, this is wacky. It's like the lights are on but nobody's home. But I'm sensing something else...fear, anger, confusion."

    <It's like he's fighting with himself,> Jewel observed.

    The nurse stepped into the room. "I found traces of an unknown drug in the Swablu's body. But they were very faint so they didn't have a big effect on him."

    "Do you think it's possible that they were mind-altering drugs?" Shonta asked her.

    "I don't think so. As a believer of free will I don't think that mind-altering drugs can work very well if they even exist." She left the room, leaving us with the Swablu.

    "Guys, I think we've stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire," Shonta told us quietly.
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    Shonta:*groan* Reading about Destai makes me sad....
    Anyways, I did like it. I'm not surprised by Bandit's feelings, but I am surprised that they were returned. Good for them- it was a nice way to bridge the gap from the last scenario to the new one, and clear up Katana's mixed feelings. Now I just worry about the return of El Diablo. And hehehe...I just remembered that Destai is a Houndour, the same species ol' Diablo was. That's gotta be rough, being reminded of him every day.

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    We deal with it. We know that Destai has a good heart. Can I have an RBG for my L8 Ninetales, Trinity? From the Universal Adoption Center? *pays seven stamps*
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    Must be stuck on ghosts...Trinity will be battling a Sableye.
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    Quick pointer. I was reading Trey's battle and he had Cooler battle a Lv. 8 Spearow. Wouldn't he grow to 9 instead of 10?


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    Whoops. Brain fart. I wrote that down too...okay, will edit.
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    Ah, sorry, I missed it! You get a stamp for helping out, Becca. And the extension, of course.

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    I would like to have a RBG for my Lv.10 Sandshrew, Toph, from the Universal Adoption Center. *hands over 7 Stamps*

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    Definitely ghostly today. Toph will be battling a Gastly. Good luck!
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    Here's the RBG for Fisticuffs. No more writing until scenario- think I bridged the gap.

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    Trey,
    Please return to Sector Alpha as soon as possible. Recent developments in Eagleland require the mobilization of all available MTU employees. Details will be made clear upon return.

    Sincerely yours,
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    Trey folded the letter he had read at least three times before onto his lap and sighed, looking out the window. The letter had been handed to him about an hour earlier, upon his return to the Pokecenter at the base of White Mountain. The Dragon Tamers he had seen there previously had departed, probably on their nice, comfy, private train. Trey, on the other hand, would have to find another way back to Caledor.

    The train was the obvious answer, but upon checking his funds, he discovered a horrible truth: a good deal of his Stamps were missing! It wasn’t surprising, if you thought about the places he had been: spelunking in Silver Depth, hiking on White Mountain, generally putting his life in danger. Somewhere along the journey, his money had spilled out somewhere, probably to be eaten by some stupid Swalot.

    What was going on in Eagleland anyway? He vaguely remembered hearing something about some kind of revolt going on. Or maybe it was a religion? Or maybe it had something to do with fighting religious figures?

    He heaved another sigh, resting an elbow on the table as he waited for his Pokemon to be healed. Things could be worse. He could always go back to Caledor the way he came: by foot. But that would take a week at most, and the letter sounded urgent. A train ride would cut the travel time in half, but where would he get the money?

    “Hah,” he said to himself, leaning back at his seat. “Imagine one of the MTU employees, begging for stamps like a bum…” Then it struck him. He was with the MTU! Mercenaries fought for money, trainers battled for money! It was so obvious. As the attendant at the desk called him over to pick up his Pokemon, he laughed at his foolishness.

    “I should have my head examined,” he muttered with a goofy smile on his face, re-attaching the Pokeballs to his belt tightly.

    “Excuse me?” said the attendant, her blue eyes eyeing him with a puzzled expression.

    “Nothing, nothing,” Trey replied, knowing he must look like a crazy person and not caring. He turned around at the desk, surveying the room. Now he just had to find a challenge… There! Sitting down in the corner of the room, nursing a cup of coffee, was a short young man with glasses- the Dragon Tamer he had spoken before leaving for White Mountain.

    “Wah!”

    Trey appeared so quickly by the table that it must have seemed to the Tamer that he appeared from nowhere, via Faint Attack. He adjusted his glasses, squinting up into his face, then took a sip of his drink. “Oh, it’s you again.”

    “Yeah, it’s me. Why didn’t you take the train? Thought you were a Dragon Tamer.”

    “I am,” the boy said. “And my name is Joseph, not ‘you.’”

    “Ah. Of course. So, Joe, whattayaknow?”

    “My name’s JOSEPH, not JOE,” Joseph said pointedly, glaring at him through his glasses. “I’m not going back to Sector Alpha just yet. I still have some business in Ellyrion.”

    “Oh,” Trey said lamely. Then, another idea struck him. He seemed to be a fountain of inspiration for them today. “In that case, can I have your train ticket? I need to head back to Sector Alpha quickly.”

    Joseph looked at him for a few minutes, then took another sip of his coffee. “No.”

    “No! Why not!?”

    The boy reddened slightly, refusing to make eye contact with him. “…I lost the ticket, okay?”

    Trey was torn, not knowing whether to laugh out loud or pound his head into the table in frustration. This guy’s no better than me. Does he really have any ‘business’ here, or is he just a guy cursing his luck? “So what are you going to do, then?”

    “I dunno…” Joseph mumbled, his gaze shifting to the window. Then, his eyes lit up, and he turned back to Trey. It was a classic ‘AHA!’ expression. “Wait… you have Pokemon, right? Let’s battle!”

    Oh brother… it’s like meeting myself… Numbly, Trey agreed. The irony gods must have spent years setting this little encounter up.

    The two trainers walked outside of the Pokebattle and into the dirt road, walking back a health distance from each other. It was a gloomy kind of day. The skies were gray, not exactly rainclouds but clearly not going away any time soon, and a cool breeze was flaring up. White Mountain loomed forbiddingly over them, seeming faraway and dream-like.

    “One on one okay?”

    “Fine with me,” Trey agreed, pulling a Pokeball from his belt. He already knew who he would choose. Fisticuffs could use a good fight, and chances are he could handle whatever was thrown at him. There was just one more detail…“Er…to make it interesting, why don’t we wager thirty stamps?”

    Thirty stamps was the price for a train ticket. Joseph nodded at once, not seeming to care. “Sure, sure, whatever.”

    Trey threw his Pokeball, and the form of Fisticuffs materialized from the energy. The Tyrogue looked around expectantly, then noticed the Dragon Tamer. Realizing he was in a battle, he began to stretch and limber up, getting excited. An evil grin spread over Joseph’s face, and Trey felt a sense of impending doom he did not understand.

    “Go, Gastly!” His heart sank as the purple sphere of gas appeared, fixing Fisticuffs with a malevolent glare. Even the Tyrogue seemed to hesitate, realizing that all of his physical attacks would be useless here. Then, he shrugged in acceptance, and Trey took heart from that simple movement. Maybe he had a plan.

    BATTLE!
    L 9 Tyrogue vs. L 9 Gastly

    “Kwahahaha,” the Gastly chuckled. It was an odd laugh, to say the least. The Gastly bobbed and bounced, fading in and out. “What will you do? None of your moves will even touch me….”

    “You might be surprised,” Fisticuffs noted, ignoring the taunting tone in the ghost’s voice. He still had Ice Punch after all. If he was quick enough, and careful enough, he could end this battle quickly. Gastly’s special defense wasn’t all that great. He just had to lure it closer. He jabbed the air twice, shadowboxing.

    The Gastly floated closer, its eyes rolling wildly. “I’m a ghost- nothing surprises me. YOU, on the other hand….are more easily surprised. Get it, meatbag?” It stuck his tongue out, still phasing in and out of existence. Closer….

    “Did you hear me, meatbag?” The Gastly said, beginning to sound a bit huffy. He hovered closely, put off at being annoyed. “ I SAID-”

    “I heard you.” Quick as lightning, Fisticuffs dropped the shadowboxing act and turned, his eyes locking onto the surprised ghost’s eyes. His left hand flashed out twice, out and back, out and back, coated in an icy energy. His fist seemed to slow down as it passed through the Gastly, as if the ghost was composed of cold jelly, not gas.

    “Owww…” the Gastly whined, one eye closed in pain. Fisticuffs looked at the Gastly, feeling his gaze drawn to the single open eye… Too late, he realized that he could barely feel his muscles. Hypnosis…he felt himself hit the ground, barely conscious.

    “Wake up, Fisticuffs!” Trey called, seeing the Tyrogue fall. It was no good. Fisticuffs had fallen into a heavy sleep, and the Gastly was drawing closer… It was hovering over the Tyrogue’s head, seeming to grow brighter. A Dream Eater attack.

    Fisticuffs hand jerked out, his face twisting into a grimace. Still groggy, he realized his fist had struck something. He opened an eye with some effort to see the Gastly’s ugly face an inch away from him. Had he actually made contact with a ghost?

    He sat up quickly just as the Gastly stuck its tongue and slapped it against his face. It was disgustingly gooey…and also surprisingly solid. To attack a physical object, it has to phase into the physical world… Ignoring the drool dripping from his face, Fisticuffs seized the Gastly’s tongue in a deathgrip and twisted it sharply, bringing a cry of pain from the ghost. Abruptly, his hand passed through the tongue as the Gastly retreated back into the ethereal world.

    “Why you…” the Gastly began, biting its tongue in its pain.

    “Now who’s the meatbag?” Fisticuffs taunted. His mind felt worn out like a twisted sponge, and his face tingled unpleasantly, but now he knew he could win this fight. “When you attack, you’re just as vulnerable as me, aren’t you? The only difference is, I can attack whenever I want, as long as I use Ice Punch.”

    “You won’t get the chance!” the Gastly cried. The air around seemed to darken and lose color. Slowly, a sphere of pure anti-energy gathered in front of it, collecting itself into a sphere. “Let’s see how you like my Shadow Ball!”

    The Shadow Ball fired, speeding off towards its target. The Gastly’s grin widened, waiting to hear the target’s scream of pain. It never came. The ghostly sphere collided with only air, its target out of sight. The Gastly’s eyes narrowed.

    “Where..?” it began, before it felt a sharp pain on the back of its ‘head’. As it faded away into unconsciousness, the last sight it saw was Fisticuffs, cracking his knuckles.

    BATTLE END!
    Fisticuffs grew to L 10! Fisticuffs will learn Earthquake as his free TM!

    Joseph had an equally astonished expression as Trey collected his winnings, but was a better sport about it. The spectacled boy shook his head ruefully as Trey pocketed the stamps. “Who could’ve known that a fighting Pokemon could beat a ghost…I’ll have to remember that for later. But how did he dodge that Shadow Ball attack?”

    Trey shook his head. “Fisticuffs can’t tell you, so neither will I.” In truth, he didn’t know, but he had a suspicion it might have been Mach Punch. Still, he had never seen the Tyrogue move so fast before. It was a sign of his growth. “What will you do now?”

    “I dunno…” the boy said gloomily. “I still have business to do, so I should get a move on…”

    “Ah. Right.” I guess he really does have business. “Thanks for the battle.” And for your money… you have no idea how helpful it was he thought to himself.

    The two parted ways- Trey, to the train station with money in hand, Joseph, to places unknown.



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    Default Re: ¤Game¤ Dragon Tamers Battle Range v.23 {MA Pidgeot}

    OOC: I’m sorry if this appears too close to Trey’s story but I had similar ideas when I first looked at the scenario. Also, the battles are short for a reason. And Amy still needs to rate my RBG



    <My POV>

    After a long hiatus, we were back on another mission, this time to White Mountain located in southern Ellyrion. We had traveled in that direction once before, to the border of the Shadowlands for the Unicorn Games. However, this journey wasn’t one of leisure but of mystery and danger. Apparently, a large green dragon named Yssera was using the mountain as means of collecting an army of Pokemon and humans to do her bidding. She somehow persuaded them to join with promises of what they yearned most but only desperate fools would fall for something that stupid.

    Nightshade teleported me to the base of the mountain and from there, I recalled him and released Blade, Aries and Lyra. For some reason, wild Pokemon liked to attack either alone or in a pair and since it had been a while since the three had seen battle time, I decided they were my top three choices. If we were going to engage in battle, and that always seemed to be the case, then Blade would definitely battle. After that, it was a toss up. Aries hadn’t battled since the Forest of Fear incident so technically, he was due for a battle but I also wanted to train Lyra up as well so it was a tough decision. Hopefully once it came time to it, it wouldn’t be a hard choice to make.

    I looked around the base and unsurprisingly found no one around, although footprints claimed that people and Pokemon were here at one point or another. I had heard that there was a briefing for Dragon Tamer members somewhere along the baseline but I was something of a reclusive member. I knew some members and got information from Gabi concerning missions but aside from that, I pretty much kept to myself and focused on my studies and Pokemon training. If given the chance, I would team up with someone if they asked but for now, I was alone.
    “Are we going to move or will you just continue to stand there looking pensive and thoughtful?” Blade grumbled.
    I shot him my patented ‘look’, which in return apparently warranted a not-too-kind gesture involving both of his arms. I would have slapped him, but you couldn’t do anything with a Scizor except fry him on a spit and Blade wasn’t quite there yet.

    We decided to head west along the base and curve upwards, sort of like a wide spiral. Since we weren’t traveling on a clear path, Blade did the work for us and knocked down brush that happened to be in our way. We continued on like this for a few hours, but oddly enough we didn’t come upon any wild Pokemon. It was strangely quiet and the air had a thick, suffocating feel to it.
    “You’d think we would come upon some kind of forest Pokemon right now,” Lyra remarked while fiddling with her Everstone.
    “I know what you mean,” Aries replied. “I guess what they said about Yssera was true.”
    “I think we’ll continue on for a few more hours and then maybe stop for the night,” I said.
    I wasn’t comfortable with spending the night outdoors, especially on a freaky mountain. However, I was determined to find Yssera, or at least try to free some Pokemon from her mind control.

    As the sun passed over our heads and eventually fled behind the mountain, we were no closer to finding Yssera or any of her minions. A few times we thought we saw something flee into the bushes or hide behind some trees but nothing was there upon closer inspection. We decided to halt for the night and make camp, which was easy since we stopped in a nice clearing. I released the rest of the team and sent Drake for wood and Shade and Blade with canteens to fill water. Soon enough, we had a crackling fire and enough water to go around. Unfortunately, there were nine members on the team and only one backpack so the food rations were limited. Everyone, including me, would get just enough to fill their stomachs but I wouldn’t be surprised if we were suddenly craving something in the middle of the night.

    The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and I recalled everyone except Lyra, Aries, and Blade back into their Pokeballs. I rolled out my sleeping bag and tried to make myself comfortable but again, camping outside wasn’t my forte. Aries positioned himself next to me while Blade went into the trees and Lyra retracted into her shell. It took a while, but I finally managed to fall asleep, hoping nighttime would pass as uneventful as the rest of the day did.


    <3rd Person>

    Able to sleep almost anywhere, Lyra was out like a light, exhausted from the day’s hiking. Her smaller legs made it hard going but she refused to complain and continued to walk despite aches and pain. As she slumbered, her mind started to cloud. She thought she was going into a dream, but this one was different.

    “I have been waiting for you,” a feminine voice whispered, soft and melodic as an Altaria.
    Lyra looked around and found herself surrounded by white. The ground felt firm but it was as if she was floating in nothing. For some reason, it looked exactly like something from The Matrix.
    “Who are you?” she asked. “Are you my conscience?”
    “No, my child. I am someone who is capable of giving you everything that you desire and more.”
    “Yssera!” Lyra gasped. “But there is nothing I desire. My team has fulfilled my wishes.”
    “That is where you lie,” she said simply. “I know you want something that not even Rebecca can give you.”
    “And what is that?” Lyra asked, although she clearly knew the answer.
    “A child, my dear. You crave a partner and child so badly that it consumes your being. Your interest in teaching Zale how to swim was not done just because you decided to do it from the kindness of your heart. Your desire to mother someone and show them how to do something clearly came through. It became even more evident after Angel was born. You wanted to be near her as often as you could but through discretion. Your yearning to become a mother is palpable, but you’ve been unable to succeed. Your relationship with Danny’s Wartortle Hydro was short-lived and hardly romantic. Few Squirtles have graced the Eevee House, but none of them were your offspring. You’re desperate to have kids.”
    Lyra didn’t know how Yssera knew this but it struck a nerve. “Fine, you’re right. I want kids but I can’t,” Lyra cried out, tiredness and frustration causing her to tear up. “Rebecca doesn’t want another member on the team and fewer people go to the Breeding Center these days, much less to request water Pokemon.”
    She stared at her Everstone, fiddling with it whenever she was pensive. She spoke again, her voice a whisper.
    “I’ve always wanted a child, ever since Drake had Elwing. I suppose I want one just as bad as Blade wants a mate but I’m not as vocal about it. Each day I hope luck will turn its head towards me but it hasn’t happened so far.”
    “Today is your lucky day then, my dear,” the voice replied. “I can give you what you desire – a mate, a child, anything that you would ever need.”
    “But why me?” Lyra almost whined. “Blade needs more help than I do.”
    “I’m afraid Blade is beyond my help. Why? I cannot say but your dreams can come true if you come with me.”

    Lyra was at a loss. She loved her team but would she sacrifice them for a child? As she pondered her situation, big crystal blue eyes appeared in front of her. She couldn’t help but look at them and as she did, they start to glow red. As Lyra continued to look into the eyes, she could feel the last reservations over leaving her team fade away.
    “I’ll go with you,” she said stiffly and then her vision started to blur.


    The next thing Lyra knew, she was awake and standing on her feet. It was almost dawn and the rest of the team was sleeping peacefully or as peacefully as you could in the woods. A large Alakazam stood in front of Lyra and beckoned her to hold his hand. As she did, the Alakazam could hear a voice speak to him telepathically. He nodded at no one and teleported off with Yssera’s latest capture.


    <My POV>

    “Rebecca…Rebecca, wake up!”
    I screwed my eyes shut tighter as Blade shook the sleeping bag. I didn’t know what time it was but I felt too lazy to open my eyes and check.
    “Rebecca, Lyra is gone!”
    I didn’t immediately react as I knew Lyra was a responsible Pokemon and not prone to leaving without a reason.
    “Maybe she’s at the nearest watering hole,” I said, my eyes now fluttering open.
    “No, I checked within a mile radius. She’s not here.”
    This time my body shot straight up, which sent Aries rolling off the sleeping bag. I quickly got out and put everything away before resting the backpack on my shoulders. Before we could even take a step, an Alakazam teleported into view. It was off putting in that this one looked wiser than a normal Alakazam, meaning it was at a very high level but it was even odder that he was even here, considering that few Alakazams lived in the wild. His presence had meaning.
    “Do you know where Lyra is?” I asked hopefully.
    He nodded sagely and held out a hand. I hesitated in taking it but without his help, it could take us ages to find her alone. I motioned for Aries and Blade to latch on to me and then I took the Alakazam’s hand. He nodded and we all teleported to where I hope Lyra was located.

    We reappeared in the middle of a copse of trees. Our transporter let go and pointed straight ahead in the distance before he teleported off again. I nodded at the other two and set off in the direction in which he pointed at.

    Ten minutes later, we entered a clearing and came upon Lyra, who was being guarded by a Shelgon and Meganium with the Alakazam behind her. It didn’t look like she was hurt but she had a blank look in her eyes.
    “Lyra, are you ok?” I called out.
    She looked at us and that was when I noticed that her eyes were actually cloudy, as if she was blind.
    “Leave me be,” she said emptily. “Yssera promised me everything that I desired and I agreed. I’m here of my own free will.”
    “Her promises are lies!” Blade shouted. “You of all people should know that her words are empty, her promises just…fluff.”
    “You’re just jealous she can’t help you,” she lashed back. “You’ve failed so long at finding a girlfriend that it’s laughable. You’re beyond hopeless.”
    Blade held his ground but I could tell he was visibly shaken. That was low, and it hurt that much more coming from Lyra.
    “Let’s make a deal then,” I said, realizing the severity of the situation. “If Aries and Blade can beat the Shelgon and Meganium, you will come back to us. If they can’t…I’ll let you stay here with her.”
    Aries and Blade looked at me as if I was crazy and maybe I was a little bit, but I had confidence in them.
    “If this is the way to prove my loyalty to my mistress, then so be it. Once they are defeated, I will finally receive what I crave most.”
    It was clear Lyra was delusional but underneath Yssera’s deceit revealed a goal that Lyra would do anything to achieve. I wanted her to succeed as much as anyone but this was not the right way to do it.
    “Aries, go forth,” I ordered.
    The Alakazam almost moved forward to stop the battle but he heard her voice intrude again.
    <Let them battle. If they win, you can let her go. One Pokemon isn’t worth it if it means more interfering with my plans.>



    Aries (Lv. 32 Male Umbreon) vs. Locke (Lv. 35 Male Shelgon)

    <Aries’s POV>

    “With the power of the Mistress flowing through my body, I shall defeat you!” Locke cried out.
    I stifled a chuckle as I dodged the tackle of the Shelgon. His words sounded almost valiant but he was psychotic. Dragons were powerful, but not genies.
    “They’re just words,” I countered and shot out an ethereal ball of energy.
    It hit Locke dead on but barely moved him from his spot. He retaliated with a jet of flames, which I half dodged and cringed as the fire singed my back. Frustrated, I used a paw to hurl sand at dirt at Locke’s eyes. Closing them shut, he was distracted enough for me to tackle him hard but it was like a Pichu trying to knock down a tree.
    “Mistress gives me the stability of a Snorlax,” Locke laughed maniacally and spewed out more water than I’d ever seen Lyra release.
    It slammed into me hard and pushed me back into a tree. As it continued to pin me to the tree and ravish my body, I volleyed back and forth between what attacks I could use. Well, there was actually only one I could use but it would be a strain on my body but if it meant saving Lyra, it was worth it.

    Trying to ignore the pressurized water, I concentrated on Locke and tried to lift him up. I could only manage a little more than a foot, but it was enough to stop him from attacking and looking around in wonderment.
    “I can fly! I can fly! I evolved…” he whooped happily without realizing he was still a Shelgon.
    As I collapsed to the ground, so did he but mine was more dramatic. I looked and felt like a wet rat and that wasn’t a pleasant image. I slowly got up and shook my fur dry while Locke glared at me.
    “Hey, you did that to me!” he whined. “I was deceived!”
    “It wouldn’t be the first time,” I muttered.
    More perturbed than a stupid Pokemon should be, Locke charged again, this time with his eyes glowing red. I dodged away and as a result, he rammed into the tree. Unfortunately, it didn’t slow him down and he went at me again, more angry than ever. The problem was, the more I dodged, the more tired I would become and the angrier he would get, making the blow that much worse if he actually hit me.

    Even still, I continued to leap away and unfortunately, Locke now had the bright idea of including releasing Flamethrower as he tried to knock me down. So now, it was charging flames. As expected, I was getting tired of the whole charade and decided to stop it right there and make my final stand. It was going to be tricky to pull off, but if it went well, I would win the battle. Concentrating, I used my limited psychic powers to stop Locke in his tracks.

    Limited…what a crappy word.

    I couldn’t stop him entirely but he did slow down exceptionally. But of course he could still use Flamethrower. I dodged his latest attempt and moved to his side, making it harder for him to come at me. As he struggled to turn in a new direction, I focused on quickly making the electric ball. The best way to describe it was ‘inconsistent’. If it connected, it was a saving grace. If not, then it was wasted energy. Either way, paralysis was the only way to stop Locke. I managed to create the ball a little smaller than usual and then taking a deep breath, I released my grip on Locke. He immediately ran towards me and using the psychic powers to control the lopsided sphere, I launched it at him. It wasn’t a graceful attack by any means but lucky for me, its aim was true and it struck him hard. He moaned and whined but more importantly, he was paralyzed. I capitalized on his momentary state of shock by launching some mental attacks on him as well as more ethereal balls. Locke managed to release some red and mint green flames but in the end, I managed to knock him out. Round one to us.


    Aries wins the battle and grows to Level 34


    <My POV>

    Aries walked back to my side and with enough coaxing, I managed to get him back into the Pokeball for some rest. The Alakazam levitated Locke like he was a feather and placed him to the right of Lyra. She didn’t react at all to the fight but I could see some cloudiness lift away, as if she was being exposed to light after remaining in the dark for a long time. Blade was the next to fight and he stepped towards the middle of the clearing. The Meganium bounded in with the same enthusiasm Locke had and jabbered on about how she would avenge her comrade please Yssera.


    Blade (Lv. 40 Male Scizor) vs. Maddie (Lv. 45 Female Meganium)

    <Blade’s POV>

    “This is for the Mistress,” Maddie shouted and slammed her vines into the ground.
    As I watched the spectacle, I only wondered if the two Pokemon were possessed or just stupid. I was inclined to believe both but the more I watched the Shelgon battle and now her, the latter seemed more plausible. Her actions soon made sense through as roots sprouted and took a hold of Maddie’s legs. I realized she used Ingrain, a recovery attack with the downside of being unable to actually move.

    I decided to take advantage of the situation by flying towards her with an outstretched glowing claw. Whacking her across the face, I could see her head snap to the left. She bayed angrily and brought her vines out to slap me across the armor. It was rather useless though as they just created noise, not pain. Frustrated with the lack of reaction on my part, she shook her flower and released tiny purple particles that rained upon my head. I just sighed in annoyance and let them drop, some falling to the ground and some sitting harmlessly on my armored skin.
    “This is pathetic,” I said flatly. “Yssera probably looks for the stupid or gullible ones to recruit but I think she hit the jackpot when she found you.”
    “How dare you decry Mistress’s recruiting ability!” she gasped. “You shall pay for your untruthful words.”
    Baying again, Maddie released multiple sharp leaves that flew towards me at an unnatural speed. I grunted and swatted them away before going into the reliable Double Team + Agility combo. Darting around in circles with the multiple clones confusing Maddie, I managed to get in multiple slashes and Aerial Aces. Even with desperate attempts at using her vines to stop me and her rooting system to help her regain health, she was losing more than recovering.
    “Mistress, help me!” she howled.
    I stopped right in front of her and stared, my eyes boring into her mind.
    “She won’t help you. You were duped into working for her and you won’t get anything in return. Don’t let your naivety be your cause of death.”

    I cocked my head slightly before hitting her in the side of the head with a glowing gray claw. She blinked once before her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and slumped to the ground.


    [color=plum]Blade wins and advances to Level 42


    <Lyra’s POV>

    After Aries defeated the Shelgon, I started to doubt Yssera and her promises. They were reinforced further after Blade defeated the Meganium with incredible ease. Where was their power Yssera had promised them? If their pleas during the battle were heard, she would have given them enough to defeat Aries and Blade. Or would she?

    I watched the Alakazam levitate the Meganium next to him and held on to both Pokemon before teleporting off without so much as speaking to or looking at any of us. I finally realized with a sickening sigh that I had been deceived but I felt worse dragging the other two into battle and into potential danger.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said quietly, moving up to Blade and Rebecca. “I’m sorry that I was so weak and let my needs get in the way of the team’s. And I really want to apologize to you, Blade. It might take us a little while longer than expected but we’ll achieve our dreams in the end.”
    He waved it off like it was no big deal but I knew it made him feel better about everything. Rebecca recalled him then looked around and sighed.
    “I think I’ll tell Gabi what went on around here. I think she needs to know.”
    I looked at her imploringly and she nodded.
    “Of course I won’t say who was brainwashed but she’ll hear everything else.”
    I smiled as she released Nightshade to teleport us home.

    T_M_L

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    Default Re: ¤Game¤ Dragon Tamers Battle Range v.23 {MA Pidgeot}

    This is the RBG from the page before. Toph, Lv.10 Sandshrew, is battling a Gastly, Lv.10 (which sucked in itself as Toph had absolutely no moves to battle one). The Earthquake attack came from reaching Lv.10 at the PZBT.

    A soothing melody of chirps and tweets echoed across the meadow. One lone tree stood in the center, housing the songbirds that provided the easy atmosphere. The large tree’s branches stretched to the sky, almost looking like if one climbed it, they could touch the heavens. Gentle breezes drifted pass, blowing through the long grasses. A family of Rattatas darted past the lone tree, sniffing around for food.

    Settled upon a half-buried rock was a woman who watched over a Growlithe and a Sandshrew. She chewed on a stalk of grass, looking calm as she stared about the meadow. A knife twirled about in her hand, rolling across her fingers.

    Growling, the Fire-type charged at his sparring buddy, missing her. The Sandshrew stomped her foot on the ground, opening up a small fissure that quickly healed up. The Growlithe turned around, slightly shaken up but breathed out a ball of fire at the Ground-type. She easily dodged it, moving fluidly.

    “No, no, no.”

    Both Pokemon stopped, looking over at the woman. She climbed to her feet, rolling her shoulders as she approached them. The woman turned to the Sandshrew first, sliding her legs further apart. “Use hard, fast steps, Toph” she said, slamming her own feet onto the ground. “Make the earth feel your energy and power.”

    Her attention focused on the Growlithe then, facing him fully. “You’re trying to put muscle behind your flames, Zuko,” she stated. “Fire comes from the breath, not the muscle. Breathe in,” she whispered, hands lying parallel across her stomach. “And then force the air out,” she finished, hands pushing up and then flipping out towards him. He looked at her palms for a moment before growling. Zuko looked away, his lower lip sticking out.

    Toph snorted, crossing her arms across her chest. The Sandshrew thumped her tail against the ground a couple of times in frustration with her trainer. But, after rolling her eyes, she slid into the same stance as the woman. She slammed her foot onto the ground, continuing to move to shove her fist into the ground.

    The earth opened up wider than before but still refused to bow to the Ground-type. It closed back up, almost laughing at her attempt. She frowned, chattering angrily at the dirt and trying to stomp it into submission.

    Zuko rolled his eyes now, shaking himself to remove some stray dirt particles from his fur. He sat and scratched behind his ear, trying to reach that one spot that bothered him.

    She reached down, scratching the spot. He nearly purred in relief, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

    He looked up at the woman, Bison as many people called her. She gave him a sly smile, her brow rising as Toph seemed to have an argument with the ground. A wave of dirt and rock suddenly rose up, burying the Sandshrew in a small avalanche. Bison snickered behind her hand, looking away innocently as the rodent dug herself out of the pile.

    Toph kicked at the pile when she finally fully emerged. Snarling, she slashed at the small mound with her tiny claws, teaching it a lesson.

    The Growlithe frowned at the strange childishness, thinking back.

    ~~~

    Bison sat on the cot, smiling sheepishly at the person standing next to her. Her arm was limp, numb from a shot to ease the medic’s mind. The needle dipped in and out of the skin while she watched, almost fascinated by the procedure.

    Zuko winced as someone sprayed peroxide onto his wounds. To add insult to injury, they also scrubbed at the dried blood, making him growl as a warning. The only thing he somewhat enjoyed was the hot water that was dabbed onto his skin. He may hate the rain but small amounts of hot water on him were no problem.

    He stood up when the person walked away finally, shaking to remove the last droplets of water off of him. The Growlithe looked up at her, eyeing the bandage being wrapped around the stitches. She gave him a small smile, slowly flexing her fingers to show she was all right.

    Her entire arm was numb and, when she stood after being released, it flopped down. She gave it a perplexed look before shrugging. Somewhat.

    It was strange to see so many different people gathered on such a remote mountainside. He looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her to answer the silent question. He had figured she could read minds since she seemed to answer whatever he took. Apparently not, however.

    The two ducked into a tent filled with instruments of all kinds. A laptop was stationed in the corner on a fold-up desk, complete with a portable transfer unit. The woman sat down on the stool, letting her arm droop besides her. She typed fast, bringing up a glowing screen. The one hand dashed across the keyboard, eyes fixated on the screen. Several smaller screens popped up but they immediately disappeared. He caught a glimpse of a picture of a Houndour before it disappeared, being replaced by more pictures. His head swirled as he watched, fascinated by this new side of her. She studied fast, looking at each face for a few seconds before it was replaced by a single click of the mouse.

    Bison lingered on one, a small, brownish rodent. She gazed at the creature, calculating pros and cons in her head it seemed. She tapped the desk with her good hand, reading the small text that appeared. Her eyes flickered over the picture once again before she clicked a new button. Several other screens appeared and she answered each one within seconds.

    The transfer device fired up, humming with power. Zuko stepped back as it crackled with electricity. A small red and white PokeBall appeared in the holding area, dropping down when it fully materialized.

    She picked it up, smiling at the device. Zuko looked up at her, wondering what she was doing. The woman stood, tucking the PokeBall into a pocket on her vest. Shutting down the laptop, she gave the Growlithe a smile and walked out.

    He watched her walk away, turning back to look at the machine. He shuddered, moving to follow after her.


    ~~~

    The fire burned brightly, making the shadows dance on the trees. A couple of Pidgey were perched in the trees, sleeping soundly while the three below them ate. Zuko gnawed on a strip of jerky, warming it up to soften the tough meat. Bison leaned back against a trunk, petting Zuko absentmindedly. Toph nibbled on a pile of berries, glaring at the two of them. The Growlithe gave her a glare right back before returning to his meal.

    Zuko yawned widely, resting his head on the human’s leg. He watched the Sandshrew closely as his eyelids drooped close. The fire crackled as he dozed off, ears relaxing from their alert position.

    Bison gazed across the flames to the Sandshrew, giving her a small smile. Toph frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. “Will you be up for the night then, Toph?” she asked, head tilting.

    The Sandshrew snorted, leaning back against her own tree.

    She smiled wider and settled back, quite comfortable sleeping sitting up. One hand rested on her shoulder, only for quick access to the knife hidden in her vest.

    Toph stared at the two, black eyes shining in the firelight. The Growlithe was distant from her but still paid attention to her. The woman, however, was incredibly distant. All she ever did was correct her. Toph had found her dinner by herself while Zuko had gotten off easy. She whipped her tail across the ground, covering the fire with sand. It blinked out, wisps of smoke trailing into the night sky. Darkness shrouded the three from the each other, the invisible barrier becoming solid.

    She curled up into a ball, looking like nothing more than a rock. The small ears twitched as they listened to the night, finding nothing threatening. Toph’s breathing began to even out as her attention drifted away from the two.

    It was hours later before any of them began to move. Zuko snapped awake, yawning widely. He crawled groggily to his feet, licking his chops as he shuffled into the trees. He gazed up at the tall oaks tiredly, trying to find a suitable spot to mark. The Growlithe lifted his leg, half asleep.

    Lights danced in front of him.

    More awake, he blinked and stared at the orb, lowering his leg. Cocking his head, he watched the bright orange light dance in the air, swaying hypnotically. It pulsated with energy, radiating a strange, calm feeling that relaxed him.

    It suddenly shot off, dashing through the trees. Curiosity overtook him and he chased it, scrambling under bushes and around trees. The orb shuddered and zipped into the meadow, heading to the lone tree they had sparred under. He pushed through the tall grass, eyes focused on the bright orange light. It hovered over him, still pulsating with energy.

    Trembling, it darted into the tree, leaving a comet tail behind it. Zuko jumped up, placing his front paws on the tree. Whining, he tried to climb the huge tree, landing flat on his rear. He sat down at the base, eyes searching the branches for the object.

    His ear twitched as something crashed behind him. The Growlithe turned his head, finding Bison running through the grass towards him. She was yelling something; he honestly couldn’t hear what she was saying.

    The orb shot out from the branches at her. Bison sank into a crouch, hand pulling out her knife. He barked, running at her. She couldn’t hurt the thing! He still didn’t know what it was.

    Her attention faltered, looking over at him for a moment. The glow suddenly grew brighter, nearly blinded him. He heard her yell in surprise; could hear her backing up and her knife hitting the ground. It faded, leaving spots flashing in his eyes and his vision blurry. Zuko saw her just fall to the ground, the orb almost dancing with joy. He stared at the strange object, trembling as something changed. Whimpering, his ears laid back against his head. He could hear it laughing at him, cackling as he tried to ignore it.

    He snarled, managing to focus that the orb was not going to help him. His body began to reek, the scent polluting the air. It turned to him, the glow bursting like a sun exploding. He howled as his eyes burned, tears almost leaking out. Zuko sunk to the ground, eyes trying to focus on the fading orb. The orange was turning purple, vanishing into the night.

    ~~~

    Snarling, the Sandshrew crawled through the brush, slashing at the bushes to get out of her way. Both of them were gone and she had nearly cheered on finally being on her own.

    Then she had spotted Bison’s bag and boots lying forgotten on the ground.

    She stalked into the meadow, following her nose. The air was starting to reek from what she remembered to be the Growlithe’s Odor Sleuth. She wrinkled her nose, kicking a couple of rocks as she followed the scent. Surely, they weren’t fighting without her, were they?

    The tree stood tall against the night sky, the stars glowing faintly. She kicked something as she drew near, noticing the glint as the object clattered across the ground. Toph reached down to pick it up, holding the knife awkwardly in her paw. The inscription in the blade glinted in the starlight, confirming her suspicions. Bison was around here somewhere.

    “Hello, little Sandshrew.”

    She barely heard it at first, just a whisper in the breeze. Toph clutched the knife, gaze settling on the figure sitting on the rock like Bison had earlier. Head up, she stalked to him, tail thumping the ground.

    The man grinned at her, leaning forward. “What brings you here, little Sandshrew?” he asked softly.

    Toph growled at him, forgetting about finding the two ditchers. She glared at the man and turned to walk away.

    Until the reeking scent of an Odor Sleuth made her gag.

    Eyes widening, she faced the strange, thin man. He continued to grin, head tilted as the Sandshrew carefully circled him. She held the knife defensively, keeping it between her and the human.

    Her eyes landed on a red paw tipped with claws. She forgot about the man, nearly dropping the knife as she rushed to the Growlithe. He whimpered, brow creasing as his body continued to release pheromones that made her gag. Bison was lying not too far away, completely silent. Blood oozed from a small cut across her forehead, drying already.

    Toph snarled, driving the knife into the ground. She slid her feet apart, slamming her foot into the ground. A path of upturned rocks spread from her heel, smashing into the small boulder. The man seemed to vanish from his perch, appearing several feet away. The rock lay in ruins, only a small hint of what she was capable of.

    “Fierce, aren’t you?” he asked, breathing out deeply.

    She growled, sliding into another stance.

    Warmth vanished from her body, draining away. She squealed in surprise, shivering violently. Something whispered to her, taking on an almost solid shape in front of her. She growled, hands balling into fists.

    The Gastly cackled with laughter, huge eyes dancing with glee. Its body was huge compared to what she had seen before. Toph backed off, surprised at the sudden appearance.

    “Gastly,” the man breathed out. “You know what to do.”

    It grinned, fangs bared in a demonic smile. Toph growled, bracing herself with the earth. It surrounded her, providing a steady comfort zone. The two stood off, glaring at the other.

    She kicked out, digging her heel into the ground. Rocks popped out from the ground, stacked on top of each other. Toph flipped, tail smacking one straight towards the Gastly. The ghost dodged easily even as the Sandshrew kicked at the second rock, sending it flying. Laughing, the Ghost hybrid avoided it as well, vanishing into the night.

    Toph held her paws in front of her, listening for the creature. Her ears picked up on the strangest noise, as though time was being stretched to accommodate something not meant for the world. She flipped around, saliva running down her face as the huge tongue whipped her. Surprised, she sputtered and backpedaled, trying to wipe her face off.

    Laughing, the Gastly dashed in, the fog behind it growing thicker.

    The Sandshrew snarled, digging her feet into the ground. She slammed her foot down, moving through the stance fluidly. Anger fueled her attack, the other foot hitting the ground in front of her. Paws held out, she clenched her fingers, almost holding onto something. She pulled the earth apart, the fissure cracking through the ground and erupting around the Gastly. Dirt and sand shot into the air, shrouding the battlefield.

    Panting, the Sandshrew tried to decipher the shapes in the dust cloud, ears pricked.

    Darkness suddenly surrounded her, draining the warmth away quickly. She yelled out, shivering at the sudden freeze. Toph searched, trying to see in the strange darkness. It seemed to move, lashing out at her at each turn. She screamed, trying to break free, attack it, anything.

    As quickly as it appeared, it vanished, leaving her trembling. The Gastly floated in the air, looking unharmed. Impossible, she had just used the most powerful Earthquake she had ever summoned. No way could the Gastly be unharmed after that monster.

    The Gastly came at her again, tongue bared. She snarled, rolling out of the way. Tail thumping the ground, she huffed, trying to think of something. She knew that her Crush Claw wouldn’t work, considering Normal-type attacks never worked on Ghost-types. But her Earthquake wasn’t doing anything either.

    She was seriously screwed.

    Toph rolled across the ground as the Gastly charged again, wishing Bison was at least conscious. The man just stood in the field, grinning from ear to ear. She really wanted to go and slash that smile off of his thin face.

    The most awful smell reached her sensitive nose. She gagged, barely dodging another Lick attack from the Ghost hybrid. The Gastly laughed but seemed to darken in color. It was almost as if it was taking shape, becoming solid.

    The Growlithe.

    Smirking, the Sandshrew curled up into a ball. The earth below her shot up, firing her into the air like a cannon. Her claws grew sharper, the points becoming knives. The Gastly smirked, floating up to her, oblivious to its new condition.

    Snarling like a rabid dog, the Ground-type brought both paws down, ripping into the ghost’s face. It shrieked in pain, falling back as Toph dropped like a stone. She made herself flip in the air, paw slipping into the ground. The momentum threw sand into the air, covering them up again. Landing on softened ground, she immediately leapt to her feet, paws held at either side. She panted, ears twitching as she tried to pinpoint the Gastly.

    The strange sound of time ripping itself apart echoed in her ears.

    Yelling, she slashed out, barely catching the Gastly but hitting it nonetheless. It hissed at the pain, glaring at the small rodent. Darkness began to shroud the two again, warping space and draining heat. Toph growled, ignoring the freezing temperature. Her paw shot out, ready to slash through the Gastly.

    It passed on through.

    She felt faint as her paw was held within its body. Toph squealed, trying to pry herself loose as the Night Shade fell away to reveal the meadow again. The scent once again reached them, soaking into their skin. Her opponent began to solidify and he was at point blank range.

    Toph yelled, slamming her claws into it. It hissed, trying to pull free but her paw was still trapped inside of it, binding the two together. She slashed at the Ghost with her claws, cutting up its face. It cried out, tongue whipping her across the face. The Sandshrew shuddered but again slashed at the Gastly.

    The smell began to fade again, turning the Gastly transparent again. Toph ripped her paw free, snarling as she avoided another attack by the creature. Thinking fast, she spun on one heel, kicking rocks up around her. The Gastly could get through them but she just needed a moment to rest before the Growlithe could reveal the Ghost hybrid for what it was. She opened up the ground, falling into the hole. Rocks and dirt pushed to the side as she raced underground, nose working to find the Growlithe and human from her position.

    Toph pushed the ground above her aside, jumping back up into the meadow. A rock cocoon formed around her as she waited for the Growlithe.

    The Gastly floated closer, eyeing the strange rock structure. It paused as the smell began to sink in again, hissing as its body took an almost solid shape.

    She pushed out with her paw, part of her rock cocoon’s wall flying towards the Ghost. It hissed as a corner cut it, growling and charging in. Toph slammed her feet in the ground, pillars of rocks suddenly erupting onto the field. The Gastly dodged the rocks, darting towards the Sandshrew with wild eyes. She held her ground, claws sharpening as she prepared for another attack, hopefully the last one.

    Charging, the Sandshrew held out arm out, the other close to her chest. She slashed at it when the two neared each other, raking her claws across it face. When it reared back in pain, she slammed her other paw down on the Ghost, shoving it into the ground. It howled in pain, trying to drift away before the Sandshrew could attack again.

    Toph slid her foot back, hitting her heel on the ground. A rock wall shot out of the ground, surrounding the two and trapping them in. The Gastly immediately tried to fly over the wall, desperate to escape. She made rocks rain down on it, driving it back.

    The smell still polluted the air, burning the senses. Toph charged at the Gastly, claws out and ready. She yelled, slashing the Gastly with her claws. The Gastly howled, trembling as its body began to fade. It glared at Toph, watching as she fell to one knee.

    Red light blinded her for an instant, the man appearing out of thin air. He glared at her, sunken eyes black like the night. She shrank back as he approached, trying to get back to Bison.

    Rocks erupted from the ground, slamming into him. He grunted as his body slid across the ground, scrambling to his feet as he landed. The man stared at her before seeming to just vanish into the night.

    Toph breathed in and out, trying to figure out what had just happened. She shakily got to her feet, looking around the area for someone else.

    Something groaned behind her. She turned, watching as Bison rolled onto her back. The human rubbed her forehead before slowly sitting up. “Ow,” she breathed out, massaging her head.

    Zuko opened his eyes finally, shaking his head slowly. The Growlithe pushed himself to his feet, blinking slowly and looking around.

    The Sandshrew walked up carefully, looking from one to the other. Bison looked at her strangely, pulling her hand away to look at it. She hissed at the blood but stopped prodding at the cut. “What just happened?” she asked softly, looking over at Toph since she seemed to be the only one coherent.

    Blinking, the Sandshrew looked across the ground, spotting the knife. She rushed over and picked it up, handing it back to the human. Bison frowned at the blade before checking her pocket, finding it missing from its usual place. She took it from the Sandshrew, looking around for any explanation.

    The smell reeked out again.

    Zuko turned his attention elsewhere, immediately stopping the smell. Hew became fascinated with a branch, trying not to show his slight embarrassment.

    Bison grinned, climbing to her feet. She looked at her shoeless state for a moment before shrugging. “Hopefully they’re still there,” she said casually. Zuko trotted off after her, ears back as he could still smell himself.

    Toph stared off after them. She hadn’t even pressed for information. Scratching her head, the Sandshrew followed after the two. She paused when she passed by the rocks that had deflected the man away, staring at the menacing structures. Shuddering, she jogged to catch up with them, hoping that they wouldn’t get into trouble again.


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    O_O More stories! And I'm so busy...
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    Thank you Gabi.

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    Sorry if this is rushed. I'm on the school compuer lab's computer as i still haven't gotten the cd in that i need to fix my computer. Anyways, I enjoyed reading your RBG Becca. Take 12 stamps. I liked how you described the attacks especially astonish and sweet scent. Sorry it took me a while to rate. ^^; I also liked the ending where Orion was holding the bone as far away form him as possible.
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    Okay, catch up.

    Becca: Take 22 stamps. Okay,maybe the dream thing was kinda similiar to mine, but you made it your own. I appreciated the insight into Lyra's true desires, and half curious/repelled by the idea of how Yssera would've made it come true. Wartortle dating services perhaps?

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    Before story notes: Here is the twin’s RBG. I finally got some time to write. I bought the hydro pump TM for Colby, and the Crunch TM for Tiny. I’ve had the collar for Tiny for a while now and the same goes for the beach ball for Colby. The black juice for Tiny was a birthday gift. I had a case for writer’s block when I tried to work on this so apologies if it seems rushed in some places. It’s not the greatest, but at least it’s something.

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    I awoke to Sinopa thrashing about in her sleep. She seemed to be having a major nightmare. Sinopa didn’t get them as much as she used to, but when she did they were really bad. I gently nuzzled her. “It’s all right.” I whispered in a soothing voice. “You’re safe now. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore. I won’t let them.” Somehow my words seemed to reach her and Sinopa slowly calmed down as she snuggled close to my side once more in a restful sleep.

    Unfortunately, now I was wide awake. Luckily for me, I was one of the group that didn’t have any plans for the morning. Blazer was taking Sinopa with him tomorrow. Sinopa had been taking about it all week. She was excited that he was taking her with him. Sinopa was excited about watching him train. Darin was planning a trip to the Eevee House and he was trying to talk some of the others into going as well. Lastly, Amy was taking Colby and Tiny into town. It was Amy’s way of apologizing to them for missing the maze. The two of them had been so excited when they had heard about it. The online courses that Amy had taken kept her super busy with assignments and papers that she had missed out on it. Now that the avalanche of assignments had lightened up, Amy was making it a point to spend time with the two of them.

    Yawning, my mind replayed the events that happened weeks ago at the Shifting Isles. I shook my head angrily, thinking about how I had been tricked by a couple of brelooms. One of them had faked cries of help as another remained hidden. Of course, I ended up getting separated from the others as I searched for the source of the cries. Then suddenly, I was jumped by the two brelooms. I tried to fight them off but with the two of them working together, I wasn’t having much success. Luckily, Kovu showed up and the two grass fighters ran off. They had noticed that he was a lot stronger than either of them were. I guess Kovu could sense that I was a little embarrassed, because all he said when we got back to the others was that I had been caught up in a battle against a breloom.

    I sighed, glancing over at the clock. Its red numbers contrasted brightly against the dark. It was already four in the morning. Yawning, I closed my eyes and gently lowered my head onto my paws. Soon, I was sleeping soundly once again.


    * * *

    (Colby’s POV)

    Tiny and I followed Amy into the park. I sighed as I toyed with the beach ball. I couldn’t believe that Amy practically went broke getting me that Hydro Pump TM and Tiny the Crunch TM.

    I looked over at Tiny. It was strange seeing him now. Amy had chosen a black juice for her birthday since Tiny mentioned to her one day that he wished that the two of use looked more like twins. I have to admit his black coloring suited him. Tiny was pawing at his collar. Immediately, I could tell that something was bothering him. I quickly ran over to Tiny’s side. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. Tiny looked up at me.
    “I think that we were followed here.” “What?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure that I saw Chips following us, but he disappeared as soon as I saw him.” “Are you positive?” Tiny gave an affirmative nod. “I’m positive.”

    Almost as soon as Tiny had spoken, two forms began to materialize in the air several feet in front of us. We quickly ran over to where Amy was reading. She looked up when she heard us coming. However when she saw the two figures approaching, she put the book back inside her bag and stood up.

    Tom was walking towards us at a brisk pace with Chips hovering along at his side. I glared at Tom, remembering how he was shouting at us in the training rooms. Tom hadn’t changed all that much. He was still as skinny as ever and his hair the color of flames. He still had that snide look permanently in place on his face. He paused briefly when he saw me and smiled. I quickly joined Tiny who was cowering behind Amy’s legs.


    ”What do you want?” Amy asked with no pretense of being nice. I think by our reactions that she had an idea of who Tom was. I think she was remembering what Darin had told her about what had happened the last time that we had gone into town.

    “I came to take back what belongs to me, so I suggest that you get out of the way and I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

    I winced because I knew that Amy wouldn’t stand for that. Sure enough, she raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath.
    “So, what you’re saying is that pokemon are possessions?” she asked in a rather calm voice.

    “You got that right.” Tom replied.

    Amy shook her head slowly. “Pokemon are living creatures and I prefer to think of them as friends. Besides, from what Tiny and Colby have told me, you abandoned them. Also, judging from their actions I don’t think they want to go anywhere with you.”

    The color drained from Tom’s face as he plucked two pokeballs off of his belt. “Looks like I’m going to have to take them by force. When I win, they’re coming with me.”

    Amy’s eyes narrowed before looking at us. I had a feeling I knew what she was asking without saying a word. I looked over at Tiny and the two of us nodded at Amy. Amy smiled at us before turning to Tom and breaking the silence.
    “When we win, Tiny and Colby get to choose who they want to stay with. If they choose me, you stop trying to take them away.” When she stopped speaking, she held out her hand and Tom reluctantly shook it.

    Tiny and I walked forward. We were going to win this battle so that we could stay with Amy. I glanced over at Tiny who smiled in agreement. Just a few seconds later, a couple of red flashes signaled the release of our opponents. As we watched, Kalju the Geodude and Teivel the Houndour stalked towards us.


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    Instantly, I leapt to the left to avoid getting hit by the rock that Kalju threw at me. I quickly retaliated by creating three clones using double team as Tiny did the same. Teivel snarled before shooting a jet of water, courtesy his hidden power at one of the flareons. Luckily, it tailed one of the clones leaving my brother unscathed.

    Our opponents glanced at each other before they both used double team. I smirked as my clones and I looked over at my brother. I realized that we had a slight advantage. The two of us had a general idea of their attacks, but they didn’t really have a clue to what we knew. After all, we were only level five when Tom had kicked us out. I raised an eyebrow and my twin and his clones smiled in agreement before closing their eyes. I quickly followed suit. With my eyes closed, I focused on my sense of smell. It didn’t take long for me to pick up Kalju’s distinct earthy odor.

    Without even opening my eyes, I took a deep breath before unleashing a small jet of water. An angry cry indicated that my attack had hit home and I opened my eyes in time to see Tiny and his clones runny at one of the houndours with their claws extended and slashed Teivel on his shoulder. Upon contact, Teivel’s clones disappeared. While all this was going on, I neglected to keep tabs on Kalju. I was painfully made aware of this by a fierce jolt of electricity that coursed through my body. The attack hurt so badly that I couldn’t’ help but cry out in pain.

    I needed to knock out Kalju fast. I didn’t think that I could take another hit from his hidden power. I began concentrating on the newest TM that Amy had given me. I could feel the power of the attack as I was preparing it. When I felt that it was ready, I unleased the powerful hydro pump. The high pressured attack exploded from my mouth and hit the geodude sending him rolling backwards. When he finally came to a stop, I waited for him to get up but he didn’t.


    I won!
    I grew to L.14!

    The last thing that I was aware of was thinking that I had one and then, everything went dark.

    (Tiny’s POV)

    I was distracted by a cry of pain from Colby. As soon as I heard him, I turned towards the source of the sound and saw that Kalju had zapped Colby with his hidden power. What I failed to notices was that Teivel was charging up a solar beam. I grinned widely when I saw Colby nail Kalju with his hydro pump attack.

    When I turned my attention back to the houndour, what I saw made me gasp. He had just released the solarbeam. I raced forwards in an attempt to intercept it, but the attack only glanced my shoulder before slamming into Colby who was instantly knocked out.

    I slowly stood up and glared at Teivel, who had the nerve to smirk. I charged forwards with my claws extended, ready to do some serious damage. Unfortunately, that seemed to be exactly what Teivel expected me to do. Before I had even reached my target, I was met by a blast of chilled water to my face some of which went inside my mouth.

    I gasped as I skidded to a stop, coughing. Teivel just continued to smirk. Shaking myself dry, I eyed the ground beneath the houndour’s paws. Narrowing my eyes, I began willing the earth to move. It took a few minutes but the earth responded. Teivel yelped as he was bounced across the park. After a few minutes, he fell down. I watched as he tried to get up, but quickly collapsed again and this time he was out cold. Almost immediately, the ground stopped moving.


    I won!
    I grew to L.14

    Tom’s eyes widened as he recalled Teivel. I quickly ran over to Amy and jumped in her arms. She held Colby’s pokeball tightly in her hand. “Looks like they’ve chosen.” Amy stated simply.

    “I’m impressed.” Tom said, as he stepped towards Amy. “You’ve actually managed to get those two pathetic imps into shape.” Amy’s eyes narrowed.
    “I think it’s time for you to go.” she replied cooly. “What did you do?” he asked, taking a step forwards. However, he quickly stopped when he heard a loud growl. I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Tom’s face when he saw Blazer. His eyes widened and he took off running in the opposite direction. Amy clipped Colby’s pokeball onto her belt and offered me mine. I went inside gratefully.

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    Alright, if you think it will help you... They'll battle an Unown O_o and a Numel. I'll try to rate your battle soon, I've already added it to the archive.

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    Amy: that was quick, but nice. I liked your way of wrapping up everything from the previous scenarios, and the battle was good. There was just one thing I didn't understand: why did Colby say he and Tiny had a general idea of their opponents' attacks? Couldn't they have learnt new attacks too? Take 11 stamps. ¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢

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    I think I'll take a Universal Adoption Center RBG for Shandar, please. @.@ Need to finish evolving him. Level 18 male Magikarp.
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    Shandar will be fighting a Cyndaquil.
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    Note: Is this my shortest battle yet?

    It had been lazy about the house as of late. Darkfire had taken a relaxed turn about the place and let the Pokémon do what they wanted while she looking into decent, part-time jobs to help pay for feeding so many. But, still, there was discontent about the place. Shandar was one of the more sensitive ones to what was happening as most of the Pokémon went to talk to him about their problems. Mostly because he was not a talker and was a good listener.

    Menos, surprisingly, seemed very discontent. “Radek is going to get himself hurt one of these days, and I am worried that Darkfire won’t take as good of care of him as she should if she has two of us to look after.” He confessed one day. It was a fine day out as well.

    “Of course she will take care of both of you,” Shandar assured the winded Dratini. “She does what she can, but you know how your brother is.”

    “I know exactly how he is. I am not a fighter, and everyone knows that. I just feel like I can be more useful… not fighting. Just watching and counseling.”

    “And yet you’re asking me for counsel when you want to counsel others?” the Magikarp found himself asking. It was one of his better, more talkative days. The Dratini folding his wings around himself uncertainly, thinking this over.

    “I don’t’ know.” He admitted, shaking his head. “I just don’t know.”

    “I think you just don’t want to be a fighting Pokémon,” Shandar said.

    “But I want to stay with my brother. He needs me.”

    “I know. We all understand. You just need to tell Darkfire. She’ll understand.” Just as he said this, a Cyndaquil walked out of the forest. Both Magikarp and winged Dratini turned and looked at the fire-mouse.

    “I heard a strong trainer lived here,” she said. “I want a battle to get stronger.”

    “She’s decent enough, but on vacation,” Shandar explained. “Btu you may fight me if you wish.”

    “Fight you?” she looked him up and down. “Feh, I want to fight that Dratini.”

    “Afraid to lose?” Shandar taunted. The Cyndaquil thought it over as Menos moved away from them before she took a fighting stance.


    Shandar level 18 Vs Cyndaquil level 18

    Shandar immediately began by bobbing in the water, then Splashing water over the Cyndaquil. She squeaked in alarm and retreated a step back before she released a flurry of stars. It struck Shandar, but failed to piece deeply into his rough hide of steel-like scales.

    “Have to do better than that,” he taunted and leapt out of the water. He then Tackled into the soaked fire-mouse. She tried to get away, attempting to ignite the fire on her back as he did so. However, she realized it was impossible when she was soaked so.

    Shandar rammed into her again, and she began to back away from the wet fish, growling. Shandar took this opportunity to ram into her again, sending her into the pond. She splashed frantically until she go tot shore, then she collapsed, unconscious.


    Shandar won! He grew to level 19!

    When she came too, she left without a word. Menos looked at the Magikarp, now comfortably back at home in his pond.

    “Think she’ll come back?” he asked.

    “Maybe on another nice day,” the Magikarp replied.
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    Heh. I guess it was. Take 4 stamps, Darkfire. ¢¢¢¢

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    hey hook me up with an extention for this scenario~ i might actually write something lolol

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    This here is Trinity's RBG as well as the introduction of Ken the Squirtle. Can I get an RBG of my L9 Meditite, Ali? This will come from the Free Range Corral. *pays seven stamps*

    Trinity's POV

    I stood in the doorway as I waited for Shonta to come home. We were out of Pokemon chow and my stomach was growling. I couldn't take the hunger! Standing soon became sitting and sitting soon became lying down. Occasionally one of my teammates would come and talk to me. Destai was the only one that wouldn't talk to me. At least, not in words I could understand. "What's taking her so long?" I asked softly. Destai only barked. My stomach growled and he answered with another growl. "Let's not argue, you two."

    After what seemed like hours of waiting, Shonta finally opened the door and walked in with a large bag of Pokemon chow as well as a paper bag. She was also wearing her backpack, which wasn't unusual. I didn't hesitate jumping on her and tackling her to the ground. "Where have you been? I have been waiting for you all day!" I exclaimed.

    Shonta roughly pushed me off of her and dragged the bag to the kitchen. "Trinity, I was only gone for an hour. I had to make a side trip somewhere." She went back to the living room and gently put her backpack on the couch, something she wouldn't do if there wasn't anything breakable in there. I inched closer to it and sniffed it. A familiar scent came through my nostrils. Before I could get a better sniff at it, Shonta pulled me away from it. "There's nothing in there for you."

    "You got another egg, didn't you?" I growled, unable to contain my distaste for babies. Bo was okay now but when he was still an infant he bit down on one of my tails. It actually hurt!

    Shonta sighed. "Yes, Trinity. It's another egg. A Squirtle egg. Luckily for you, it's going to be the last egg that'll come to this team. All spots are filled. Happy now?"

    "No, I'm not happy! That'll mean another baby to harrass me, only this one can squirt water in my face and make real bubbles instead of those made of spit!"

    "Won't you like that part?" she joked.

    It was my turn to sigh. "This must be the work of that blasted Squirtle Cooler and his trainer Trey. Damn them! And he's male so that must mean...damn that Ditto Cambiamente and his trainer Jeff!"

    Shonta narrowed her eyes. "You know, I could've always waited for a Totodile to come to the adoption center."

    I gulped and shivered. "Okay, you got me. Water and teeth. That's really scary."

    She opened up her backpack and brought out the blue egg wrapped in blankets. "I'm going to a meeting for the Dragon's Guild. Think you can sit here and watch the egg?"

    "Listen, I'm not much of an eggsitter. Why don't you let the new guys or Katana watch it?"

    "Katana knows more about what we got into than you do. Besides, the new guys need someone experienced to look up to, okay?" She winked at me.

    I smiled. "It's about time you recognized how important I am to this team. Okay, I'll guard the egg. In return I want a special treat."

    "How about a scoop of vanilla ice cream with caramel topping?"

    My heart leaped. "Deal!"

    Shonta chuckled and left with me in charge of the egg and the new members of the team. Circe and Destai were content to just watching a documentary about Eeveelutions on TV. That got me to thinking. Since when was Bo going to Guild meetings while I stayed behind?

    "Trinity, your vibes just got way intense. Am I sensing anger or jealousy?" Circe asked in that annoying surfer chick accent.

    I glared at Circe. "That is none of your business," I growled. I glanced at the egg on the carpet and curled my tails around it. The least I could do for the team was keep it warm.

    We watched TV together until the documentary went off and my stomach started to growl once again. I was so preoccupied with the egg that I forgot that I hadn't eaten yet. It was strange that I paid more attention to the egg than to my own needs. I looked down at my tails again and gasped. The egg was gone! "Okay, where is it?" I asked in a panic.

    "Where's the egg?" Circe asked. "Dude, it's gone." Destai nodded.

    "Gone where? Good Lord, Yssera's Witnesses have struck again!" I cried.

    Circe laughed. "Dude, no one took it."

    "Where did it go then? It's not like it sprouted legs and walked away!"

    "Well, actually..." She pointed down the hall. I peered around the corner and found the egg walking. Yes, it was walking. The baby Squirtle's legs had broken out of the egg and were now carrying him down the hall toward Shonta's room.

    "Hold on...egg!" I yelled, having no idea what Shonta had decided to name the little guy. I sat in front of him and prevented his escape. Having no way to see, the baby just kept on walking until he bumped into me and fell on his back.

    Holding my ear close to the egg, I could hear the Squirtle start to cry. Then it was bawling so loud that Destai and I started to whimper. "It's scared, dude!" Circe tried to yell over the baby's crying. "We have to get it out of that eggshell!" She went to the baby's feet and started ripping apart the eggshell around them, making the holes bigger. As light started to stream through the hole, the baby started to calm down. After a few minutes she had successfully uncovered a fully calm baby Squirtle.

    "You're a cute little dude, aren't you?" Circe cooed. Destai leaned down and licked the baby's cheek. The baby didn't really like that. He stepped away from Destai and looked at Circe. Then he stepped away from Circe and looked at me. His eyes started to water. "Oh no! Here comes the water!"

    The baby Squirtle cried as loud as he could, which was pretty loud. "What's wrong with him now? We got him out of the darn egg!" I yelled.

    Circe looked at the crying baby for a while before answering. "It's because the little dude is still scared! He can't find his mom or anyone that looks like his mom!"

    "He can't imprint? Oh, that's just great! Circe, I want you to dial the number to Shonta's cell phone so I can talk to her!"

    “I’m SO there!” She dashed to the phone and started to dial while Destai and I watched the bawling baby.


    Shonta’s POV

    The meeting was intense. It seemed that we had another problem. A man called Cooper Bartholemew had taken Jeff and his Alakazam, Maza. Together they had wreaked havoc on a little town called Twoson. The name sounded a little familiar to me but then again I was a video game fan.

    Moriko seemed particularly concerned. I found out that it was a good chance that she might have known Maza before she landed in the adoption center. We agreed to let her go to Twoson to help them bring him and Jeff back.

    We also learned that they were planning a church in Caledor. Whether or not it was going to be in Sector Alpha or not was still a mystery. But it did strike a nerve in both Katana and Bandit. They withheld the information about the mentally unstable Swablu they met a while ago. No need in making them panic even more.

    I was about to talk to Gabi when the cell phone rang. Lily danced to it until I opened it then gave a pout when the music stopped. "Hello?"

    Trinity's voice was heard on the other line accompanied by a lot of very loud crying. "Shonta! The baby hatched and he's scared to death!" she said quickly.

    "Is that who I hear in the background?" I yelled back so that Trinity could hear me. The crying got louder until everyone in the room could hear it. I laughed nervously and covered the mouthpiece with my hand. "Heh heh. The baby hatched."

    "Really? Ken hatched?" Lily asked in a high pitched voice. "That's great!"

    "Tell Lily that she can watch over the baby since he's such a blessing to her," I heard Trinity's sarcastic voice say.

    "You know, maybe I should put you on the breeding list. I'm sure somewhere there's a prospective trainer looking for a Vulpix," I threatened.

    Trinity growled. "Whatever. You can hang up now, Circe." Click.

    "I don't think your threats are as effective now," Moriko commented.

    I sighed. "Whatever. Let's just go home."

    We took our time going back home since Trinity gave me such a hard time with the egg at first. When we arrived, we were a little surprised to see Trinity, Circe and Destai collapsed on the floor. The baby Squirtle named Ken (I came up with the name) was still crying his big eyes out. “Don’t tell me you three had that much trouble with him,” I told the older Pokemon.

    “It was mayhem, man,” Circe said. “He was running and screaming all over the place.”

    “He was crying, too,” Trinity added.

    I squatted down in front of Ken. The little tyke seemed to have calmed down since I arrived. “Hey there, champ. What’s with all the fuss?” I kindly asked him.

    Ken smiled widely and jumped into my arms. I stood back up and looked down at Trinity. “He doesn’t seem much trouble to me. What happened?”

    “We don’t know, man! It was like first he was scared of being inside his egg. We took him out of it. Then he was afraid of us! We didn’t know what he wanted!” Circe said.

    “Apparently he wanted Shonta,” Katana said.

    “Why would he be so calm around Shonta? This is the first time he has seen her,” Bandit said.

    “It’s because he recognizes her voice,” Ali answered. “Shonta must’ve talked to Ken quite a bit before he hatched. He was looking for a familiar voice.” She looked around at the confused faces. “Okay, it’s just a guess. But it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

    I nodded and looked at Ken who was nuzzling my T-shirt. “Well, all that running and screaming must’ve made you hungry. Are you hungry?” I carried Ken over to the kitchen and poured some of the special baby Pokemon chow into a bowl. Ken sat down in front of it and sniffed the food.

    “You eat it, Ken,” Lily said. She popped a piece of it into her mouth and made a face. “How can babies eat this stuff?”

    “I ask myself the same thing,” Bo mused.

    Ken followed Lily’s lead and laughed out loud at the taste of the food. He practically inhaled the rest in front of us. When he was finished he gave a long yawn and withdrew inside his shell.

    Bo slowly approached him and poked his shell, marveling at the softness of it. “I thought it was supposed to be hard,” he told me.

    “It’ll harden in a few days. Until then we should keep him extra safe.” I picked him up and carried him to the Pokemon’s bedroom. I rested him on a pillow, smiling as I heard a little snore. “He’s as cute as you, Bo.”

    “Hey! No one will be as cute as me,” Bo teased. “At least I won’t grow that much. That little guy will grow up to practically be his own island.”

    <No Pokemon is an island,> Jewel said.

    We sat in the living room as Ken slept in the Pokemon’s bedroom and talked about the situation at hand. Beacon reassured us that Volt would be here in two days at the latest. Katana and Bo insisted that I buy them Faint Attack TMs to help them with their stalking and spying. I told them that Katana would need one but not Bo right now. We would be doing our spying by night and Bo was already dark enough for that.

    “Are you just saying that because you don’t want to spend too much money?” Bo asked me.

    “No…yes,” I answered with my head hung.

    “We thought so,” Katana said with a smirk.

    “So we agree that Katana, Bandit, and Bo will definitely be staying in Caledor?” Nama asked us.

    “And me! Don’t forget me!” Lily said cheerfully.

    “We also agree that Beacon, Moriko, Jewel, and possibly Volt will be going to Twoson?”

    Beacon and Moriko nodded. “We also agree that Shonta will be staying here to take care of Ken unless we are unable to take care of transportation ourselves,” Beacon informed.

    “Okay, meeting adjourned,” I said.

    “Wait! I have something to bring to light,” Bandit said. “What will we tell Ken when he asks The Question?”

    “You mean ‘Where do babies come from’?” Bo asked.

    “No, the other question. You know. He’s going to ask who his mom and dad is.”

    “We’ll just tell him that…” Rose started.

    “Tell him what? ‘You don’t have a mom, but you have two dads’?”

    “Oh, I forgot that Cambiamente was a guy.”

    “Well, he’s actually genderless but he considers himself a guy,” Lily told her.

    “It doesn’t matter! Do you want Ken to tell people that he has two dads?”

    “He’s a Pokemon. People will understand,” I assured him.

    Bandit calmed down a bit. “Yeah, I guess. It still sounds weird, though. It makes us look desperate if nothing else. Doesn’t one of the Dragon Tamers have a female Wartortle?”

    “Yeah, Becca and her Wartortle Lyra. But I didn’t want to bother her. A lot of older Pokemon usually don’t want to be bred because they’ve done so many times already. I don’t know Lyra’s track record but I wanted to be safe.”

    Bandit spread his arms wide. “Safe from what? The worst case scenario would have been Becca saying a polite ‘no’.”

    “You want to know the truth?” I blurted out. “I wasn’t thinking! I forgot that Becca had a Wartortle. I can’t remember who has what.”

    “Me neither,” Rose said.

    “You can’t remember anything,” Trinity told her. “But you have a point. Now let’s chow down so we can go to bed.”


    Trinity’s POV

    I rolled over on my back and listened to the noises of Sector Alpha. Fortunately this wasn’t like New York City; this city did sleep at night. All of the other Pokemon were sleeping peacefully on their little beds and pillows and Shonta was sleeping in the other room on her bed. Content of the quietness of the setting, I drifted off to sleep.

    It didn’t take me long to be snapped back to the conscious world by Ken’s crying. But even awake the sound was distant. I looked at his pillow. He wasn’t there. I quickly got to my paws and nudged Katana but she wouldn’t wake up.

    I left the room and went down the hallway, feeling relieved when the crying got louder. Ken must’ve gotten scared when he woke up and found out that Shonta wasn’t around. But as I looked around the corner, I found the real reason why Ken was crying. He was being held upside down by the leg by a scowling Sableye. "Shut up and accept your fate!" he hissed at Ken.

    I made myself known to the Sableye. "I believe you have something of mine," I said cooly.

    "Hmm...don't think so. See, this is payment for what you took from us."

    I thought I knew what he was talking about. "You're not getting Bo back and you're not getting the Squirtle."

    "Oh, I don't want him back. He's damaged goods, as you might say. I'm talking about Diablo."

    "We saved him."

    "You ruined him! He's no longer the great leader that we once knew. He's curled up in his doggy bed, sucking his proverbial thumb!" He shook Ken as he said this, making the baby cry even louder.

    Surely someone's going to wake up now. I glanced at Ken. He was reaching towards me with his little arms. His eyes were bigger and redder than before. I don't know what made me angrier, his annoying cry or the condition he was in now. "You will drop the Squirtle," I growled.

    "I don't hear you saying 'please'," the Sableye taunted. He started to back away towards the door.

    "I don't think so!" I shot a Flamethrower, not to hit him but rather to make him drop Ken. It succeeded and Ken ran to me, nuzzling the fur on my chest. I tried to push him away but he clung to me like a barnacle. He was more quiet but my fur was getting wet from his tears. "Let me go!"

    "No!" Ken yelled to my surprise.

    "So the brat can say more than 'wah'. How clever. But Yssera will want him now," the Sableye said. He held up a claw that was sparking. "I wonder how he'll take an electric attack at this age?"

    "Nooo!" Ken wailed as he clung to me.

    "Ken, go back to bed! He's going to hurt you!" I told him as the Sableye pointed his claw at Ken.

    "NOOOO!" His body surrounded itself with a pink aura.

    "What's going on up there?" Shonta demanded from her room.

    "Too late!" the Sableye said. He shot the Thundershock from his finger to Ken's back. It bounced off of the shell and back to the Sableye, who stumbled back a little from the added power. "The Squirtle knows Mirror Coat?"

    "Don't ask me; I didn't know!" I said in a panic.

    Shonta finally got out of her bed and stomped up to the living room. "What in the world is going on?" She took a look at the Sableye and glared. "So that's what's going on. Trinity, get him out of here and give him a farewell present."


    L8 Female Ninetales (Trinity) vs. L8 Male Sableye

    Finally! I waited until the other Pokemon ran to see the situation before blasting another Flamethrower at the Sableye's retreating butt. He yelped and dove through the doggy door only to land ungracefully on the sidewalk. Bandit opened the door for me. "After you, madam," he said.

    "Thank you." I did a graceful jump off of the top step and landed on the sidewalk. "You picked the wrong baby to mess with, Sableye."

    "Oh, like you can scare me," he teased.

    "Maybe not. But you'll be scared of me when I kick your sorry butt." I shot another Flamethrower at him but he jumped up in the air and brought his claws down on me. Now I was angry. "No one messes with my face." I teleported behind him and Quick attacked him while his back was to me. He slid along the sidewalk for a foot or two.

    Sableye quickly got up and leered at me (I think) with his bejeweled eyes. I thrashed my tails as I glared back at him. Sableye snickered and gathered dark energy into a sparking orb. I teleported again and blew a Flamethrower in his face. This is too easy. He must have something up his sleeve.

    And he did. He quickly recovered from the Flamethrower and swung his right fist at me, connecting with my jaw. I jumped back and tested my jaw for problems. It wasn't broken but it would really be hurting in a minute. He wasn't done with me, either. He manuvered behind me and grabbed a couple of my tails, one in each hand. He swung me around at a high speed until I thought I would throw up, then released me. I hit the side of a building and slid down to the ground.

    "Get up, Trinity! You still have your trump card!" Shonta yelled to me.

    I struggled to get to my feet. She was right, but I wasn't sure about it. I had practiced it but it only worked half of the time. It required a lot of heat and a lot of energy. But as Sableye prepared another Shadow Ball, I knew I didn't have any other options. I concentrated on my body temperature and felt it rise. When it was too hot to contain I released it a huge column of flames. It engulfed Sableye's Shadow Ball as well as Sableye himself. Sableye was blasted through the window to Shonta's room. I waited a minute for Sableye to come back. He didn't.


    I won and grew to level 9!

    I carefully walked to Shonta, afraid that I might break or pull something after the Seismic Toss. "Trinity, you surprised me. I didn't even know you could control your Teleport like that," Shonta commented.

    "Yeah. Usually when you try it, you end up on top of someone," Lily agreed.

    I huffed. "Well, I don't spend all day watching my soaps!"

    Ken ran to me, crying loudly and hugging my fur. "Um, what's wrong with him now?" I asked the team.

    <He's glad you're okay,> Jewel told me.

    I rubbed his head with my paw. "I'm glad that you're glad," I said softly. "Now let's go to bed."

    "No!" he yelled sharply.

    I rolled my eyes. "At least he knows the meaning of the word."
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    Ali will battle a Meowth. Also, could I get an RBG for Cooler, please? *pays* Make mine the Antartic Survivor Recovery Agency.
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    Wow, it's storming here! And my connection isn't helping.
    Cooler will battle a Sneasel. Good luck!

    Oh, and Shonta, I liked your story a lot! The joke about Yssera's witnesses was funny, and your report of the meeting was good. I was planning to report it in one of my future stories... I may still do it. And it was interesting to see Trinity feel protective aboutsomeone. And the comments about Ken having 2 dads... I've always found it curious that Cam constantly ends up breeding with male pokemon. But I don't know every aspect of him. Take 20 stamps!
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    Skarmory Level 6 Vs Beedrill Level 15

    The great metallic bird rose slowly from her nest in a lonely thorn bush, the only plant that existed on the barren hillside she had been born and raised on. Even when her parents had left, she stubbornly stayed in the bush, waiting to find a mate or something to fight with.

    She poked her beak out, opening the bush so she could see what was happening around her, the thorns making a dull, scratching noise on her metal body. A Beedrill hummed lazily, but besides that she was alone. So she leapt from the bush, and stretched her body slowly. Then she spread the sharp feathers of her wings and caught a light thermal. With a flap, she rose to the air and landed by the Beedrill, who was punching holes in the leaves of a tree.

    “Do I even want to know what you are doing?” she asked, gliding above him. He buzzed a greeting and flew up to perch in the tree. She aimed her flight for a landing, and dug her talons into the soft wood of the branch.

    “Trying to teach myself Twinneedle a few levels early.” He admitted. “You’re up early.”

    “I was dreaming about leaving home.” She peered up at the rising sun. “There are no male Skarmories around here to nest with, and I’m ready to start traveling.”

    “You’d have to get stronger, first.” The Beedrill, her friend since they had been hatchlings, pointed out. “I’m by far stronger than you.”

    “Maybe.” She didn’t’ want to admit he might be right. “Let’s battle and see.”

    “Alright, but I’m warning you. I have a devastating Poison Sting. It’s past perfection.” Beedrill buzzed proudly and took a fighting stance. Skarmory launched the attack with a Peck, jabbing rapidly with her beak at Beedrill’s sensitive shoulder. He hissed and jabbed at her, poison secreting from the end of his stinger. She took flight and heard him follow.

    Beedrill aimed at her and she felt small, sharp needles filled with poison begin to bounce off of her metal feathers. “Hah!” She boasted. “I live in a bush with sharper twigs than your needles.” Or until one jammed just behind her left wing. She hisses under her breath from the sudden pain and landed, turning to face Beedrill.

    “So much for that claim.” He said, now taking his turn to boast. Skarmory advanced on him, but stopped as he used a Harden, making her Peck attack do about as much damage as his Poison Sting could do to her. Then, a realization hit her: Peck was only one of her offensive moves.

    She took to the air again to gain altitude, while Beedrill watched. Of course, he had no idea about her secret attack, mostly because it was so hard for her to control out of battle. Now or never, Skarmory decided and dive for Beedrill, In mid air, she began to spiral, gaining speed and power. Beedrill, oblivious to Skarmory knowing Drill Peck, just figured she was trying to scare him, and held his ground.

    While the earth and sky rolled until they were one, Skarmory tried her hardest to hold course, aiming for Beedrill. Finally, she made contact, striking him right in the chest. The impact knocked the giant bee off of his feet, and sent Skarmory backwards. She landed on her talons and swayed, unbalanced from he spinning. Beedrill didn’t get up.

    Skarmory advances to Level 8!

    **After**

    Beedrill awoke to see Skarmory standing over him. “I suppose I was wrong.” He admitted. “You’ve grown more than I have.”

    “I’ll never forget you.” She replied and took to the wind.

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    Okay... ^^; I would like a 2 on 2 RBG for Kamaria my level 8 poochyena and Matthias my level 5 Charmander. *pays 14 Stamps*
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    Cooler's RBG.
    ---------------
    “Are you both ready?”

    Cooler nodded, his face set. A bead of sweat rolled down, annoyingly close to his right eye, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away. Moving even the slightest inch before the mark would throw off his concentration.

    A short distance away stood Prophecy. Her head was lowered, her eyes narrowed into a glare. Steam forced its way out of her nostrils with every breath.

    “Who do you think’s going to win?” Charmene asked, keeping her eyes on the two. The group of Pokemon were in Trey’s backyard. Trey was out, attending some sort of meeting. This meant that the Pokemon had to find some way to keep themselves amused.

    “I dunno,” Troit whispered, covering his hand with a gooey palm. “I just hope neither of them hurts themselves… You know-”

    “Hey, you guys! SHADDUP!” Deo bellowed. The Voltorb was sitting on the opposite side of the yard, roughly in the middle of Cooler and Prophecy. “The ref’s ‘bout ta speak!”

    “Deo always gets so drunk with power,” Fisticuffs muttered, resting his head in the palm of one hand.

    “Too true,” Troit agreed with a nod.

    “What’s ‘drunk?’” Charmene asked, looking at Fisticuffs curiously.

    “AHEM! Can we be serious here?” Deo coughed, glaring fiercely at the three. When they quieted, he continued. “Now ‘den… We gather here today ta settle tha matter once an’ for all… whose attack ‘s best? Will Cooler be victorious? Or will Prophecy shut ‘im down?”

    “BOOOO! Enough talk, let’s get to the action!” Fisticuffs yelled, cupping his mouth with his hands.

    “Wow…that doesn’t seem like you at all, Fisticuffs,” Troit muttered. Usually the Tyrogue was calmer, preferring to think before he spoke. Seeing him so outspoken was odd in its own way.

    “Stupid spiky-head,” Deo muttered, shooting daggers at the Tyrogue. But, the Pokemon had spoken. He rolled backwards out of the way, beginning to charge with excitement. “Okay, go!”

    Cooler slapped his hands together and cracked his knuckles. A goofy smile appeared on his face. “Finally! The chance to show you once and for all how strong I’ve gotten! Just try not to hurt yourself, ok?”

    Prophecy smirked, taking slow deep breaths. The steam seemed to be getting thicker with every exhalation. “Aren’t you worked up? Try your best, turtle- maybe I’ll take it easy on you.”

    Simultaneously, there were two explosions of light from both Pokemon. A shimmery blue beam of energy erupted from Cooler’s mouth. Drops of half-frozen water splashed against the dirt as the Ice Beam flew, small but tightly controlled. It arced through the air without a sound, until it met the much hotter stream of Prophecy’s fire met it in mid-air.

    A great hissing was heard as the two attacks collided. Ice and water evaporated into pure steam in a matter of seconds. Nonetheless, Cooler poured on a steady stream of supercooled water while Prophecy retaliated with pure fire, creating a small bubble of mixing energies between them.

    “What’s happening in there?” Charmene asked, pointing to the reddish-blue orb in the center of the mixing attacks.

    “Fire needs oxygen to burn, but the oxygen is being used up with the formation of steam. So, the fire ceases to burn, while the ice and water seems to disappear, creating a type of ‘dead zone,’” Fisticuffs explained. Both the Grimer and Charmander looked at him, impressed.

    “How did you know all that?”

    The Tyrogue shrugged. “Seems kind of obvious to me.”

    Finally, at the same time, both Cooler and Prophecy stopped. The ‘dead zone’ was visible for a few moments more, then there was a small POP as air filled the space again. The Bagon was sweating with exertion. In between breaths, she gasped, “Well? Who won?”

    All five of the Pokemon looked at Deo, who had an indecipherable look on his face. Then, a sly grin appeared on the Voltorb’s face. “ That depends… how much is victory worth to you?” As Trey stepped into the backyard, a rush of sound and light welcomed him.

    CHEEEEEEOW! ROOOOWSH! BLOOOOSH!

    When the smoke cleared, Deo lay on his side, unconscious. Cooler and Prophecy had attacked with Ice Beam and Flamethrower respectively. As a result, the Voltorb exploded from the pressure, slamming the Squirtle and Bagon into a similar condition. Trey shook his head, looking at three Pokemon sprawled out on the ground.

    “Why can’t you guys take up chess or something?”

    “Can’t pick up the pieces,” Troit replied, holding up a gooey hand as proof.

    “Don’t have the patience,” Fisticuffs said, getting to his feet.

    “What’s ‘chess?’”

    “I’ll teach you later,” Trey promised, walking over to the three collapsed Pokemon. He bent down to pick up the Squirtle, cradling him under one arm. “Help me lug these guys inside- there’s something we should talk about.”
    XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

    A half hour later, Deo, Prophecy and Cooler had been roused, and the six Pokemon were gathered in the living room. Trey stood in front of them, gathering his thoughts. “Hmmm… As you can guess, I just attended a meeting at the MTU. The letter I received was also sent out to all available trainers at the MTU’s command.”

    “It seems that the Eaglelandian government is having some problems. The people of Happy-Happy Village, a predominantly… Happy-Happyist place, seem to have taken their religion one step further. The villagers have struck Twoson, a neighboring town and put it under their control. The cultists are being led by one of the Dragon Tamers. Former Tamer, I suppose.”

    “What the hell is a Happy-Happyist?” Deo demanded, grumpy. His gold coating was still a bit smudged.

    “Got me,” Fisticuffs said, laying length-wise across the church. “But you’ll find out soon enough. A church is going to be built soon in Caledor.”

    “Wow, you really do know everything!” Charmene exclaimed, an awed expression on her face. The Tyrogue shrugged.

    “Not really. Just read it in the paper.”

    “O-oh…” Charmene said, her expression fading. “Right.”

    “In any case,” Trey continued, smiling at the Charmander’s naiveté, “the situation is perfect for an outfit like the MTU. Eagleland is trying to recruit trainers to help in retaking Twoson, and the MTU, along with the Dragon Tamers, have volunteered to help. What this means to us…is that we have the option of traveling to Eagleland.”

    The Pokemon groaned in unison, and Troit raised a hand. “We don’t have to walk all the way there, do we?”

    Trey smiled. “No, the MTU is providing transportation this time. Airline tickets, round-trip. Hope you guys don’t get air-sick.”

    “Did you mention that machine we found in Silver Depth?” Troit interrupted. If there were more of those devices, Caledor could soon fall into much worse trouble than just a few cultists. A few more Steelix slithering around on a rampage would take some time to handle.

    “I mentioned it to Lady Banette, yeah,” Trey replied. “She had already heard about it from Justin, and wanted to pass along her thanks to us. But, with Team Rocket lying low right now, there’s not too much we can do. The Twoson situation is more pressing, and it’s best to quash it now.”

    “What are we going to do, though?” Fisticuffs asked, sitting up. His eyes seemed to be gleaming with excitement. “Are we going to be fighting humans, Pokemon, what?”

    “The cultists have obtained genetically altered Pokemon,” Trey explained. “At least, that’s the rumor. If it’s true, then there will be the opportunity to fight much stronger opponents than the ones we have already seen.”

    “Stronger opponents, eh?” Fisticuffs mused. There was no mistaking the tremble of excitement in his voice now. “Sounds interesting.”

    “Dangerous is what you mean,” Troit pointed out. He looked at Trey again, always reasonable. “What about this Dragon Tamer leader? What happens to him?”

    Trey sighed, looking uncertain. “I don’t know. If he is doing this against his will, then I suppose the plan is to capture him and find out what has happened to him. Though, I have no idea what kind of drug could force a human being to commit acts against their will without killing them. Yssera can’t be responsible, I doubt she has the power to control someone from so far away. Besides, his Pokemon would have noticed….”

    “Fine, fine,” Troit said impatiently, realizing that Trey was rambling. “What if he’s not being coerced? What if….it’s his decision?”

    Trey looked away, and shrugged. “I can’t say. The people of Twoson will want justice after losing their homes and their families. They may want blood. And this Tamer guy has already been photographed in the act. So if he is being controlled, then there would need to be undeniable proof. ”

    Undeniable proof, Troit thought to himself. But how would you find something like that?

    “When do we go?” Deo demanded.

    “We have time. Enough time for any preparation we need to do, anyhow. By the way, Deo,” Trey said, digging a small black box out of his pocket. “I got you a TM. You don’t have as many attacks as everyone else.”

    “I make up for it in destructive power,” Deo boasted proudly.

    “Sure,” Charmene muttered, “if by destructive power, you mean Self-Destruct…”

    “Er, right,” Trey agreed, cracking the box over Deo’s head. The Voltorb felt a slight tingle, but nothing came out of the TM. “Say, what move didja get, anyhow? I think you were scammed. This piece a’ junk ain’t working!”

    “It’s Hidden Power,” Trey explained. “The shopkeeper said that Hidden Power is different for each Pokemon. You should see the effects of it soon.”

    “Knowing Deo, he’ll probably get something like Bug type, haha,” Cooler laughed.

    “I’ll squash YOU like a bug!”

    “Take it easy, huh?” Trey said, as Cooler and Deo were now glaring at each other like blood enemies. “I’ll try to get everybody a TM before we go. There’s also this little TM I’ve had for a while. Here, Troit,” he said, opening a similar TM box. This one contained a light greenish-powder, which dissolved on contact with the Grimer’s skin.

    “Mega Drain, hmm? That’ll be useful. Thanks!” Troit said cheerfully.

    The conversation done, the group splintered off in different directions. Fisticuffs wandered off into the woods to train. Charmene and Prophecy decided to take a walk. Deo settled on the couch to watch TV, while Troit and Cooler headed back into the backyard.

    Sighing, Cooler sat down at the edge of the woods, leaning against a tree. Troit took a position across from him. Cooler looked at the Grimer, confused. “Something’s bothering you- I can tell. What’s up?”

    “It just seems like a lot of things going wrong at the same time,” Troit said with a sigh. “The Blades are broken up, but not the Rockets are starting trouble. Then, there’s the White Mountain problem. Now, even the Dragon Guild seems to be having problems…I heard that this rogue Tamer was missing for a while before the Eagleland attacks began.”

    “We can only deal with each matter as it comes, Troit,” Cooler replied, looking up into the trees. Casually, he spat a burst of water, knocking a overhanging Berry off of a branch. It fell into his outstretched hand, and the Squirtle took a leisurely bite. “Besides, it’s not like it’s just us. There are other people helping.”

    “Yeah, but I’ve always heard that trouble comes in threes,” Troit said. “There was Yssera, now Eagleland…what’s next?” Above them, something rustled in the branches, sending a few leaves to the ground. Neither Pokemon noticed.

    “You’re forgetting Silver Depth,” Cooler pointed, turning the Berry over in his hands. “If you count that, then we’ve already faced our ‘three troubles.’”

    “Hmm…or maybe it was that trouble comes in groups of three…I can’t remember…”

    “You really need to calm down about this trouble stuff,” Cooler said reassuringly, taking another bite of his fruit. “If you worry too much, something bad is bound to happen.”

    “I guess you’re right,” the Grimer admitted. “Maybe I am worrying too much. We can handle whatever comes our way.”

    “That’s the spirit! Wanna bite?” Cooler offered, holding out the half-eaten Berry. Just as the Grimer reached out to take the fruit, however, Cooler suddenly launched the Berry into the branches of the tree above them. There was a grunt, and a muffled thud, followed by a curse. Then, a dark form hurtled down from the leaves above them.

    Cooler pulled his head into his shell just a paw, tipped with razor-sharp claws, sliced the air where it had just been. Troit wasn’t so fortunate. The other paw stabbed deep into his gooey face, causing him to cry out. A slight looking Sneasel stood between them, his face fixed in deep concentration.

    Cooler rolled away, popping his head and limbs out of his shell. The Sneasel stared at him, sneering slightly. His voice was hard, but surprisingly, young. “One down, one to go.” With a soft PLOOP, he removed his claw from the dent in the Grimer’s face and pointed it at the Squirtle.

    “It’ll take a lot more than that to beat Troit,” Cooler retorted. And it was true- even as he spoke, Troit’s face was reforming, filling the hollow space with an effort. When the Grimer’s face was restored, a pained expression was on his face.

    “Who the hell are you?” Cooler demanded. “Why did you attack us?”

    The Sneasel leaped away from Troit, landing in the middle of the yard. “My name is unimportant. I was sent to observe, not to fight. Sent from Yssera. But since I was discovered, I have no choice but to eliminate the both of you.”

    “There’s always a choice,” Troit said with some difficulty. “Even one of Yssera’s minions must know that.”

    The Sneasel’s eyes hardened. “I’m no minion. My actions are my own.”

    Cooler sniggered. “Yeah, only because we’re not on White Mountain. How does it feel to be in control of your own body for once? No scaly lizard watching your every move like a hawk- what a privilege.”

    The Sneasel’s resolve snapped, his expression changing to one of fury. Growling, he launched himself at Cooler, his arms poised to swing. “SHUT UP!”

    BATTLE!
    L 9 Squirtle vs. L 9 Sneasel

    One thing was obvious right from the start: the weasel-like Pokemon was definitely quicker than him. Before Cooler could blink, the Sneasel had dealt him two blows in the gut. The Squirtle grunted, but his hard shell had protected him from his enemy’s sharp claws.

    “You don’t have the strength to even crack my shell!” Cooler cried, resisting the urge to rub the sore spot where he had been hit.

    “That’s true,” the Sneasel agreed with calculating eyes. “But… is your head as hard as your shell? Or your arms? Or legs? You blocked my strike before, because you anticipated it. Let’s see how you fare when I move a bit faster!”

    In an instant, six more Sneasel appeared besides the original, identical in every way. Even more surprising, the clones went in several directions, as opposed to mimicking the leader’s commands. Two dashed to his left, one leapt up into a tree, another jinked to his right, and the remaining three rushed for him.

    I thought Double Team clones were incapable of independent movement! How did this guy manage to… The three Sneasels approaching cocked their right arm back. Expecting a blow, Cooler withdrew into his shell, but the group of Sneasel’s faded away, only illusions. At the same time, a hard blow from behind sent him flying across the lawn into a rock.

    Shaken, Cooler emerged from his shell. I can’t keep track of all them… One on my right…one on my left… the one hiding in the tree must be him! Enthused, the Squirtle fired a quick burst of water at the pair of eyes hiding in the branches. Instead of the grunt of pain he expected to hear, the eyes only disappeared. Another clone!

    The two remaining Sneasel split and stood on either side of him, firing an Ice Beam at the same time. The twin beams of frosty energy were equally powerful, and with his Mirror Coat technique, Cooler could only block one. On instinct, he turned to his right, his shell glowing a bright orange….only to be struck in the front by the true Ice Beam. He tumbled on his back, his legs feeling numb.

    The Sneasel laughed out loud. One by one, Sneasel clones materialized from mid-air. “That was a sample of my speed. Next time, I’ll use the claws- and I’ll go for the throat.”

    With an effort, Cooler climbed to his feet. He spat a bit of warm water over his front, trying to bring some feeling back to his numb limbs, and took a defensive stance. “I’m still not impressed. Even with all your speed, there’s still one huge weakness you didn’t cover.”

    “Weakness? Unless you’re as quick as I am, you’re in no position to be telling me anything!” The Sneasels charged, coming from every direction, not bothering to dodge and weave. Cooler ignored them, looking instead at the ground and exhaling a great number of bubbles. The bubbles floated out in all directions, passing through all of the Sneasel, save one.

    Realizing the trap, the Sneasel quickly leapt up into the air, trying to escape the bubbles. It was already too late, there was still a few telltale bubbles on his skin as he took to the air. Grinning, Cooler turned and sprang forward, slamming into the Sneasel’s chest in a powerful Tackle. One by one, the clones disappeared.

    “Your weakness is that once you’re in mid-air, all your speed is useless,” Cooler said, standing over the Sneasel. Before his opponent could get to his feet, Cooler fired a point-blank Bubblebeam, overwhelming him with a sea of stinging, painful bubbles. “And you move so quickly because you can’t take a punch. Though that Double Team surprised me.”

    Battle END!
    Cooler grew to L 10! Cooler learned Surf as his free TM!

    Troit moved over next to Cooler, who was looking down at the unconscious Sneasel. Tentatively, the Squirtle poked him with a paw, but the fallen Pokemon didn’t respond. “What d’ya think we should do with him? Dump him into the woods?”

    “Let’s bring him inside,” Troit suggested. “Trey will know what to do.”

    “What, are you kidding?? Did you forget that this guy tried to kill us? He’s one of Yssera’s guys!”

    “But Yssera is at White Mountain, and it seems this guy came alone,” Troit reasoned. “Also, he only attacked because you spotted him. He said himself that he was only here to observe.”

    “Well, fine,” Cooler huffed, grabbing the Sneasel’s legs and beginning to drag him towards the house. “But if he kills us all in the middle of the night, it’s all your fault, Troit.”

    “Er…sure. I’ll take the blame.”
    XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

    The Sneasel awoke to find eyes staring at him from all sides. He was laying down across the couch, and a human looked up when he stirred.

    “So yer awake, huh?” a peculiar golden Voltorb muttered, glaring at him. His eyes seemed to fill with malice, and he seemed to loom over the Sneasel. “Good. When preparing Sneasel-burgers, it’s best ta work wit’ fresh meat.

    “Knock it off, Deo,” the human said, giving the Voltorb a slight push. Deo grunted, rolling backwards off the couch and on the floor. The human looked at him kindly. “Are you feeling okay?”

    “Are you really a spy of Yssera’s?”

    “How did you use Double Team like that?”

    “Did you follow us all the way from White Mountain?”

    “I can’t answer your questions,” the Sneasel replied, holding up a hand as if to deflect the flurry of queries. Now that he had a closer look, Cooler decided that this particular Sneasel seemed pretty young. “If Yssera knew I was here… knew that I failed...”

    “Yssera’s not here, though. She’s far away in White Mountain, and you’re right here,” Troit said probingly. He recalled how angry the Sneasel got when Cooler had mentioned Yssera. “You seem different from the rest of Yssera’s…people. Am I wrong?”

    The Sneasel sighed, closing his eyes. The silence spiraled out, until finally he spoke again. “The name I was given by Yssera is Icado, but my true name- the name my parents gave me- is Silk. If you have to call me anything, then use that name. It seems I can’t return to Yssera anyhow…”

    “I’m not a spy, because I’m not going to return back with a report of your movements, or anything like that. Like I said, I was sent to keep an eye on you… the Bagon especially.” Prophecy narrowed her eyes in dislike at this. “I left maybe a few days after you departed… followed the train tracks to Caledor, then followed my nose to your home.”

    “Wow,” Charmene said, looking astonished. “You must be a really good tracker… what do you mean by ‘followed your nose?’”

    “Well,” Silk explained, pointing at Cooler, “the Squirtle smells like seafood. Also, the Grimer has a unique smell as well…” He didn’t seem to notice the murderous glares Cooler and Troit threw his way.

    “As for the Double Team…it’s always been kind of a natural skill. I’ve always been quick, and I believe in a lot of practice.”

    “Well… what do you plan to do now?” Trey asked.

    Silk looked downcast. “I really don’t know… I should have never spoken to all of you. If I return to Yssera now… she’ll know. She can see it… in my mind. Then, she’ll punish me.”

    “So don’t go back,” Fisticuffs said simply. Prophecy nodded.

    “I can’t do that!” Silk cried, looking frantic. “There are others stronger than me- you’ve seen them! Fought them! She’ll send them after me!”

    “We fought them off once,” Prophecy replied. Albeit with a little help. “We can fend them off again. Besides, we could use the exercise before we go on our trip.”

    “Silk, you’re free to hang around here,” Trey said firmly. “We can protect you.”

    The Sneasel looked at the group incredulously. “You would do that? Even knowing what I was here for? Even after I tried to kill you?”

    “Aw, c’mon,” Cooler commented. “It’s not like you’re the first one or anything. We’ve gotten way too many near misses with death…”

    “The trials of tha life of a sufferin’ hero,” Deo said in a long-suffering tone.

    “Since when were you a hero, 8-ball?” Fisticuffs said, drawing laughter from Cooler and Charmene. Deo scowled, a few sparks buzzing about him as he charged up. Silk shook his head slowly. These guys are strange… but maybe I’ll hang around for a while.
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    Here it is. Ali's RBG! Note: The following items are given in this RBG. Conversion TM for Bandit, Icy Wind TM for Bandit, Slash TM for Bandit, Bulk Up TM for Athena, Dizzy Punch TM for Ali, Superpower TM for Moriko, On-Off Socket for Beacon

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    Ken looked at the kiddie pool that I was filling up with water. I figured since he was a Water type he would take to water like, well, a Squirtle. "This should cool you down," I told him brightly.

    "No!" Ken said happily.

    "I thought you knew what 'no' meant."

    "No!"

    "Okay, now I'm confused."

    Bandit walked out with something behind his back. Without warning, he pulled it out. The next thing I saw was a bright flash. He had taken my picture and I was wearing a one piece swimsuit. "Nice. All the other Dragon Tamers can now see how nice you look when you're not wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans," he snickered.

    "Okay, what will it cost for you not to distribute that picture to others?" I asked him, knowing already what he had in mind.

    "How much you got?"

    "Icy Wind, Slash and Conversion."

    "Deal!" He pushed a few buttons on the digital camera and (hopefully) deleted the picture. "So I see you're giving Ken his first swimming lesson. How's it going?"

    "We haven't started yet but he seems excited. Then again, I could be wrong."

    "No!" Ken said as he smiled at Bandit.

    "You need to teach the kid some new words," I told Bandit as he rubbed Ken's head, making him giggle.

    "Nuh-uh! Not after that incident with Bo!"

    "Say 'Bandit', Bo. Baaaandit," I told him.

    "Bo! Bobobo bobo bo!" Bo the Eevee said in glee. He loved saying his own name.

    "Oh man! We're getting nowhere with him!" Bandit yelled in frustration, kicking the coffee table and shouting something that shouldn’t be said. “Sh…”


    “Of all the words he could’ve learned he chose that one,” Bandit said sadly. “I can’t even remember what happened next clearly. Katana pounded me until my brain was scrambled."

    "Hopefully we'll have an easier time with Ken." I picked up Ken and placed him in the water. He looked up at me, confused on what to do next. "Just splash, Ken. Like this." I swished my hand through the water.

    "'Plash?" Ken asked me.

    I gasped. "Bandit! He said another word!"

    "I don't know if 'plash' counts as another word," Bandit said.

    "'Plash! I 'plash!" Ken yelled happily. He copied me and then started slapping the water's surface, sending water everywhere. I put my arms up to keep my face from getting wet while laughing.

    Bandit jumped in the kiddie pool. "Ken, watch this." He took in a mouthful of water from the pool and squirted it out in a small stream. "That's called a Water Gun. Now you try it."

    Ken nodded and squirted out a little water from his mouth without getting it from the pool. It wasn't powerful enough to be counted as an attack but it was enough for now. "Wa-wa gun!" Ken said to me.

    I smiled widely, overcome by his cuteness. "That's right, you did a Water Gun!" I rubbed his head. "Bandit, he may be able to start battling soon."

    "Yeah, but let's first get him swimming. There's a big pool at the Eevee House. He'll love it." He helped Ken out of the pool and dried him off. "What is it with me and kids? First it was Bo and now it's Ken."

    "Bo and Ken need a good male role model. Destai's nice...when he wants to be. I don't want Ken biting everyone just because they're not a part of the 'pack'."

    He paused from drying off himself. "Gee, I never thought about it that way. But Bo's becoming a good big brother. Too bad he had to leave for training with the other girls."

    "Nama!" Ken said cheerfully.

    "Do you want to see Nama?" I asked Ken as I picked him up.

    "No!"

    I looked at Bandit. "Would that be a 'no' or a 'yes'?"

    "It sounded like a 'yes'," he guessed.


    Ali's POV

    I dug my toes in the dirt and faced my opponent with determination. I was strong and in mind and body. I would not be moved. I would not be defeated!

    "Take this, Ali!" My opponent fired her wings and summoned a gust that instantly lifted me off of my feet and sent me sailing into the fountain. Everything went black for a few seconds.

    I opened my eyes to see my opponent looking down at me with concern. "Are you alright? I forgot to hold back for you."

    "Nah. I just need to watch out for that Aeroblast. Thanks for the practice, Moriko.”

    “No problem!” She took hold of my outstretched arm and lifted me off the ground. “It’s your type. Being a Fighting type kind of makes you weak against flying attacks.”

    “Yeah, but you’re the only Fighting type on this team that’s prepared to fight Yssera! You’re the strongest Fighting type on this team, you have four very strong attacks, and you have a spirit that no one can put down!” I had an urge to shake her hand. “You’re my idol! I’m surprised you’re not the strongest Pokemon on the team!”

    She was at a loss for words for a while as she was stuttering, looking for something to say. Finally she said, “I’ve never had a fan before.”

    “Why aren’t there more Heracross in the Dragon Tamers?”

    “Well…Heracross are kind of hard to come by.”

    “There should be more! And you should be the leader!”

    She laughed. “I think you’re getting a little carried away. The fact is that I’m glad that there’s not a lot of Heracross in the Dragon Tamers. That makes me feel special.”

    “I think they’re missing out on something.” I sat in the grass with her and watched the other Pokemon practice. Athena was trying out the difference between her normal strength and her strength after Bulk Up. Trinity was fine tuning her Teleport skills while dodging Lily’s and Rose’s attacks. Beacon and Jewel were sparring, Beacon not using any electric attacks but instead practicing her physical attacks while wearing her new On-Off Socket. Katana was teaching Nama how to dodge attacks without using a lot of energy. Bo was getting used to his new form while sparring with Destai. Finally, Circe was helping Athena with her precision by levitating rocks for her to hit.

    I glanced at Moriko and smiled. I had gained so much respect for her after I heard of how she ended up at the adoption center. She went through so much and now she was getting stronger by the day. My story was simple: my trainer didn't want me. I was weak in his eyes and was quickly replaced by a Makuhita. He didn't beat me up or anything, just took me to the adoption center and told them to take care of me.

    “Everyone’s so busy preparing for the next Dragon’s Guild mission,” Moriko observed.

    I nodded, thinking that Moriko was thinking about Maza’s situation. “We’ll kick butt. Just relax for now and let yourself unwind. You can’t really battle while you’re all wound up.”

    Moriko grinned at me. “Now you’re talking like a Meditite.”

    Our heads jerked around to the sound of someone calling us. Shonta was walking toward us with Bandit by her side and Ken in her arms. "Hey, girls. Liking the new attacks?" Shonta asked us.

    Moriko and I nodded. "It must've cost you an arm and a leg to get these TMs," I told her.

    "Pretty much. I'll still have to get Bo a Faint Attack TM." She set Ken down so he could move around. He shot straight past me and ran for Nama who patted his head and walked with him back to us.

    "Why does he hang out with Nama?" I asked Shonta.

    "I don't know. Maybe it's because she's so relaxed. I don't know Ken's thoughts."

    “It’s simple, really. Ken likes me so much because I feed him his favorite berries every now and then,” Nama explained.

    “That explains everything,” Moriko said. “I also see that he goes to you every day for his nap. Does the Yawn attack have anything to do with it?”

    Nama just gave Moriko one of her lazy smiles. “Maybe.” She led Ken to the fountain and put him in it so he could splash around.

    “Ken’s hard to figure out. First he’s crazy about Trinity and now he like Nama,” I said. Shonta just shrugged and sat down with us. “I think I’m going to meditate for a while. Care to join me?”

    “I don’t think so. Staying focused outside of training and battle isn’t one of my strong points.”

    “This is training. Just focus on the back of your eyelids and everything will be clear.” I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. An unknown amount of time passed before I heard a loud scream. My eyes jerked open so I could see Shonta clutching her face and whimpering in pain. With her were a little boy and his Meowth. There was a little blood on the Meowth’s claws so I could see what had happened. “What’s with you scratching my trainer’s face while she’s trying to clear her mind?” I asked the boy.

    The boy ignored me and glared at Shonta. “Your stupid Squirtle sprayed my big brother’s Meowth! What are you going to do about it?” he yelled at her.

    Shonta slowly let go of her face, revealing three bloody scratches. “I’ll apologize. Sorry for my Squirtle’s playfulness,” she said sarcastically.

    “That Squirtle was being mean!” the boy practically screamed.

    Ken is just a baby.”

    The boy growled in frustration. “Meowth, use…”

    “Ben!” I heard someone shout. A guy around Shonta’s age dressed in black walked up to the boy and yanked his ear. “What are you doing now?”

    “I was just getting this trainer back for getting your Meowth wet,” Ben whined. “I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

    “You had Meowth scratch my friend’s face!” the older guy told him, yanking his ear even harder. Ben squirmed under his grip. “Apologize to the woman!”

    Ben stopped squirming and looked at Shonta through hard eyes. “Sorry for making Meowth scratch your face.”

    “It’s okay, Ben,” Shonta said brightly. “Thanks for the help, Daisuke.”

    That caught my interest. “You know this guy?”

    She laughed a little. “Yeah, he’s a Dragon Tamer. Daisuke sometimes helps me train. Daisuke, this is Ali. She’s one of the newer additions.”

    Daisuke shook my hand. “Yeah, she mentioned you. She also mentioned that she now has a full and stronger team.” He turned back to Shonta. “Do you want to battle?”

    Shonta scratched her chin for a minute before answering. “Sure. But you battle one of my newer Pokemon. How about Ali?”

    I threw my hands up in excitement. “Yes! Another battle for Ali!”

    “I guess I’ll use my Meowth,” Daisuke said.

    My spirits dropped. “Oh boy.”

    Both trainers walked out to a flat piece of ground that was recently occupied by two other trainers and their Pokemon. Shonta smiled at me. “Are you ready?”

    “Always,” I responded.

    “Let’s go!”


    L9 Female Meditite (Ali) vs. L9 Male Meowth

    I gave Meowth a "come hither" gesture. He hissed as his fur sparked. He wasn't going to be fooled into trying to attack directly. Electricity was released from his body, aimed at me. Too fast to dodge. I braced myself for impact, using Bide to absorb the pain, and gritted my teeth as the electricity traveled through my body.

    "Ali! Try out your Dizzy Punch!" Shonta ordered.

    But Meowth wasn't going to have that. In two seconds he had me on my back and looking up at him. "I wonder how you'll look with scratches on your face?" he mused.

    I tried not to picture that and instead concentrated on my psychic powers. Meowth was lifted off of me and back on the ground. I got to my feet and dusted myself off. "I wonder how you'll look with a black eye?" I returned.

    Meowth hissed again and released another Thundershock but I could see this one coming. I rolled forward and missed the blast, a trick that Katana showed Nama. "You need to work on your aim!" I teased.

    He hissed and ran straight for me. That was what I was waiting for. As he jumped in the air, I jumped with him and kicked him in the stomach. He dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. "That was a cheap shot," he said breathlessly.

    "So were those Thundershocks," I retorted. I didn't give him any chance to retaliate as I held up my hand and psychically lifted him from the ground again. I flung my hand back and, in turn, flung him back as well. I looked back and saw that his face was in the dirt. "Man, you're going to need a bath."

    Meowth mumbled something I couldn't hear clearly. He got up and mumbled it again. Just a bunch of nonsense. He was confused. Now it's time for my Dizzy Punch. But to my surprise, he ran straight for me! He pounced on me before I could defend myself, gave me a quick scratch on the face, and jumped off before I could get him off of me.

    "Now that was a cheap shot," I heard Katana say.

    He whirled around and bit down on my arm as hard as he could. "AAH!" I yelled. To make sure I didn't shake him off he dug his claws into my arm. Now even using Confusion to get him off was going to be painful. All I could do was use Bide to absorb the pain for later.

    "Foul! Hey ref, foul!" Bandit shouted.

    "There is no referee," Lily pointed out.

    "Well, there should be! That's a FOUL! Get him back, Ali!"

    The rest of the team started cheering. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Moriko waving fans with my picture on them. Even Ken was out of the fountain and laughing and clapping. Out of the other corner of my eye I saw more Pokemon coming to watch. Whether it was to cheer for me or Meowth I was unsure. All I knew is that I had an audience now and I was not going to look like a fool.

    I used my right fist to pound Meowth's head as hard as I could, using the gathered energy of Bide to add some power. Meowth stopped growling, stopped gnawing, and stopped clawing. He let go of my arm and stumbled for a few steps before turning to me, glared, and fell over.

    "YES! He's out!" Moriko cheered.


    I won and grew to level 10! I got Light Screen as my free L10 TM!

    Moriko and Athena ran to me. "You did it! You were spectacular!" Athena said happily.

    "You totally kicked his butt. How does it feel?" Moriko asked me.

    "Meh. I would have liked a real challenge," I told them, acting indifferent. Moriko punched my arm lightly and all three of us laughed. "But really, I can't wait to get into a real battle. Practicing just isn't going anywhere for me."

    "Be careful of what you wish for," Athena warned me. "I heard those Happy Happyists are really tough."

    "But we'll be there for each other, right? We're like the Three Musketeers!"

    Moriko hugged both me and Athena. "We sure are!" Moriko said in her usual cheerful tone.

    I felt something squirt me on the back of my head and turned my head to see Ken laughing and hugging my leg. "Hey champ, do you want to battle too?" I asked him.

    "Yeah!" he said.

    We looked at each other, shocked at Ken's answer. "Did he just say 'yeah'?" I slowly asked.

    "He sure did!" Athena said. We rushed over to Shonta to give the news.


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    Ken will be battling a Poliwrath...Good luck. *takes stamps*
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    Trey: sorry for the delay, I've finally rated your battle. According to my reference pages, Mirror Coat affects the last opponent who hit the user. How does that work when there are Double Team clones involved? I never thought they'd count as opponents. There were some more typos than usual, maybe we both need to change our keyboards. Now, should I be worried that my sense of humor is so similar to Charmene's? And I think Hero would have liked watching that battle. Besides he knows first hand (paw?...) how much coordination it takes to make Double Team clones perform different actions simultaneously. Silk reminded me of Katana, though something about his story doesn't seem to fit. Is he keeping any secrets? Take 16 stamps. ¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢

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    Well, in this case, only the true Pokemon's attack can be reflected. The clones' attack would just pass through. So, Cooler attempted to deflect a false attack, and was hit from behind. This one took a while to write, and I need to proofread more, so blame it on that. Maybe Charmene has the same sense of humor as you? And yeah, Silk is kind of similiar to Katana. They're similiar Pokemon (kinda) to start, but I tried to keep them separate best as I can. You'll find out more about that later. As for secrets...who can tell? Yssera wouldn't keep anything from him...would she?

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    I don't really know who Yssera may or may not keep secrets from.
    Deo will battle an Electrike. Have fun writing.

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