Protectors of the Past: A Pokemon Adventure (Game Thread)

Pappytech

Invested all my Souls into Res
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Goldenrod City was bustling with a surplus of life and energy. Its streets and venues were absolutely overflowing with crowds of people and Pokémon, some of them natives, some of them visitors in town for the upcoming tournament.

Somehow, the metropolis managed to accommodate the hordes of pedestrians, though it certainly wasn't easy. While there was room enough for all on the main roads and thoroughfares, some of the side streets and buildings were packed to the brim with bodies. Merchants, looking to hawk anything from Pokéballs to medicinal herbs, did their best to shout over one another. Their would-be customers, meanwhile, filled the air with thousands of conversations and questions, trying to catch up with friends, get directions, or chatter about which trainer would emerge victorious this year.

Various leaflets and posters were plastered against walls and shopfronts, some of them advertising products or promising low, low prices. Most, however, were simply emblazoned with pictures of Pokéballs and the Pokéathlon Dome, with various slogans spelled out in brightly colored, attention grabbing letters.

"8th annual Amateur World Tournament! Tonight, 17:00 Johto Time!"

"Sponsored by Silph Co., Berlitz Inc., and the Indigo League! Watch as Trainers from across the globe battle it out for $1,000,000 and a shot at the League Championship!"

"Whitney! Wattson! Tune into station 107.7 for their exclusive commentary!"


A few million voices blended into a discordant sea of noise, and the products of a thousand different restaurants mixed together to form a deliciously unique aroma. Today, and most likely for the next few days as well, Goldenrod was a chaotic melting pot of sight, smell, sound, and taste, a one of a kind setting perfect for this year's tournament.

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Beneath the Pokéathlon Dome: 15:30

Most people were aware that the Pokéathlon Dome had a basement level, though few ever paid it much thought. There really wasn't much reason to; mostly used for storage, the basement was usually only populated by service workers and their Pokémon going about their jobs. The Dome's important facilities, its in-house Pokémon Center and consumable shop, for instance, were all on the ground floor, near the locker rooms reserved for competing trainers and their teams.

Today, however, the maze of crates and sporting supplies that normally filled the basement were nowhere to be seen. In their place was a massive press of bodies, trainers and Pokémon alike, all hoping to be the star of this years tournament. With nearly 500 participants, and well over 1,000 Pokémon, there was simply nowhere else large enough to host the crowd.

"Ahem. Uh, testing, 1 2 3, testing 1 2 3. Hello, can everyone hear me?"

The crowd's chatter slowly died away as the PA system blared to life, projecting a masculine voice for all to hear. "Ah, good, good. Well, first off, welcome one and all to this year's Amatuer World Tournament! The tournament's committee is ecstatic to have so many applicants this year, and would like to thank all of you for your participation! With your help, we can really make this a year to remember!

"Now, while I'm certain that all of you have followed our competition in the past, I'm going to go over the rules for everyone. I know, I know, but I'll make it quick. If you have any questions afterwards, please find one of our associate volunteers, and they'll be happy to help you!

"As I'm sure you're all aware, the highlight of the Amateur World Tournament is our 32, single-elimination, standard battle bracket. 32 trainers, and all of their Pokémon, going head to head to determine who's the best!

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over. Each of the winners will be scored on a number of factors: How long it took them to win, the state of their Pokémon at the end, their overall style, etc. The highest score possible will be 500 points, and our top 32 winners will be selected for the main bracket!

"The first of the exhibition matches will be starting in about an hour and a half. In the meantime, go ahead and mingle, or do whatever preparations you need to! Or if you need to access some of our facilities, please head up to the ground level; our Pokémon Center and shops are open for your use. Thank you again, and remember, put on a good show!"
 

Pappytech

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Name: Ambitious Martial Trainer Miles Oyama

Age: 16

Gender: Boy

City/Region: Sinnoh, Veilstone City

Personality: Miles is a upbeat youth filled with the burning fire of having an ultimate goal. Only ever gets negative when he continually fails and even then his drive to succeed is only strengthened. Sometimes to his demise so focused he is on training and overcoming his limitations he's forgone warm clothing in the cold in favor of training.

In terms of his Pokemon training, he pushes them just as hard as he pushes himself, refusing to accept that they are unable to learn or do something. Fortunately, his vigor has transferred to his Pokemon, and they are mostly of the same disposition as himself.

People are a different story. He sees each person as a challenge to overcome in some way. Pokemon battles are just one of those ways. He's certainly not above challenging them to a marathon or race to the next city on foot...while giving them an hour's headstart...on a Rapidash...

Black Belt(worn by Yippon)

Muscle Band(Worn by Siffon)

1 Great Ball

1 Ultra Ball

Timer Ball

2 Revives

2Super Potions

5 Lava Cookies

3 Lemonade

Key Items:

Mach Bike

Shiny Charm(came with the Premier Ball Yippan is in)

Xtransceiver

Seal Case(Yippan's Premier ball came with Party B seal)

Pal Pad

Money left: 150
Pokemon:Vulpix: Name- Scarlet
-Gender Female
-Type Fire
-Level 27
-Nature: Modest
-Moveset:
Hex
Will-O-Wisp
Fire Spin
Feint Attack

-Ability: Flash Fire
-Character
Attentive, but not active unless she has to. Scarlet prefers to sit and be stroked and brushed over while out of her pokeball and not battling. But in battle, is every bit mischievous as her species line is known for.


Mienfoo, Yippan
-Gender Male
-Type Fighting
-Level 24
-Nature: Adamant
-Moveset:

Swift
Detect
Meditate
Double Slap
Vital Throw(Egg Move)
Fake Out

-Ability: Regenerator
-Character:
A constant companion and "Master" to Sifon, they train together and push one another to succeed. Takes battles very seriously and has been known to lash out if he feels his opponent is not taking it just as seriously as himself.

Pancham, Sifon
-Gender Male
-Type Fighting
-Level 22
-Nature: Relaxed
-Moveset:

Arm Thrust
Work Up
Karate Chop
Comet Punch
Slash
Leer

-Ability: Iron Fist
-Character:
Active and constantly training with Yippan, Sifon has much the same mentality as Yippan, though he is slighlty more laid back. And although Sifon is the less experienced of the two, he is able to win in their training spars from time to time and quite possibly has a stronger drive than Yippan. He's recently taken a HUGE liking to Sharp Side, taking her under his arm as it were.

Pawniard, Sharp Side
Gender: Female
-Type Dark/Steel
-Level 2
-Nature: Impish
-Moveset:

Scratch
Stealth Rock(Egg Move)

-Ability: Defiant

-Character:
The newest addition to the party, not much is known about her. She's taken a liking to Sifon, if more than slightly less than Sifon has to her. Knows she's not the strongest in the party and has yet to find a place in training. But then again, she's only been a part of the team for a couple weeks. Miles has confidence in her.

Name: Cyrus Amethystein

Age: 19

Gender: Boy

City/Region: Goldenrod City, Johto

Personality: Equal parts pretentious and ambitious. Cyrus is a hard-nosed, snobby youth who holds himself to high standards. He likes to think of himself as a modern aristocrat, and often acts the part too. He has a tendency to look down on people who display crude traits as being "plebs". He acts more gentlemanly around people he likes, but still sometimes lets his emotions get the better of him.

Cyrus is stubbornly proud and has a strong sense of determination. Once he sets his mind to a goal, he'll accomplish it to the absolute best of his ability. He often gets overconfident in said ability and pushes himself or his Pokemon too far. He also a bad habit of treating his Pokemon, besides Reza, as more like servants than friends.

He has a mind for business and an eye for the artistic. Cyrus is fond of apricorn-crafting and enjoys carving many of his own pokeballs. He relishes in the thrill of Pokemon battles but is also fond of contests. He also appreciates the value of hard work. He dislikes defeat and hates people looking down on him. Both figuratively and literally.

3000 Pokedollars
- Pokedex
- Pokegear
- Antidote x3
- Parlyz Heal x2
- Awakening x2
- Full Heal x3
- Super Potion x4
- Hyper Potion x4
- Ultra Ball x2
- Apricorns x10
- TM 13 (Ice Beam)
- TM 35 (Flamethrower)

Reza the Persian
Level: 28
Gender: Male
Ability: Limber
Type: Normal
Moveset: Dream Eater (TM), Hypnosis (Egg), Play Rough, Swift, Feint Attack, Taunt
Character: Loyal and cunning. Cyrus has owned Reza since he was a Meowth and they share a strong bond. He's usually at his master's side rather than stuck inside a Pokeball. He has sharp wits and is very perceptive.
Pokeball: Luxury Ball

Iliya the Dragonair
Level: 30
Gender: Female
Ability: Shed Skin
Type: Dragon
Moveset: Thunderbolt (TM), Flamethrower (purchased TM), Ice Beam (purchased TM), Iron Tail (Egg), Twister, Thunder Wave
Character: The crown jewel of Cyrus' team. He caught Iliya during a trip to the Kanto safari zone. It was a gruelling affair that costed half a day's time, far too much money and several buckets worth of safari balls. She exhibits the sort of grace, power and majesty associated dragons, but also their arrogance. Although admired by Cyrus, Iliya views her master as little more than an uppity youth. She'll often disregard commands from Cyrus and act on her on whims.
Pokeball: Safari Ball

Darius the Croconaw
Level: 17
Gender: Male
Ability: Torrent
Type: Water
Moveset: Dig (TM), Ice Beam (purchased TM), Water Pulse (Egg), Bite, Rage, Leer
Character: The adorable bruiser. Darius was a gift from Professor Elm after Cyrus spent several months studying alongside the man. Darius is enthusiastic about most things, particularily combat, to a headstrong degree. Far from the smartest of Cyrus' Pokemon. He's usually friendly with other Pokemon, although nervous around Electric-types.
Pokeball: Poke Ball

Name: Harley Anne Michaels

Age: 17

Gender: Female

City/Region: Fallarbor Town, Hoenn Region

Harley is, in a word, loud. A self-styled 'Bad Girl', she is highly-opinionated and proud, which paired with an almost hair-trigger temper makes her a very hard person to get to know without yelling of some kind. Everything she sets her mind to, however, is always given her all, and she very rarely does anything by half-measures, preferring a "Go big, or go home!" mindset. As a side effect of her determination however, she's remarkably stubborn, and changing her mind is considered to be something of a herculean task once it's set.

In-battle, Harley is one to always take the offensive, her tactics rarely having any defensive aspect to them. She favors ferocity and directness, taking the brute-force approach whenever she feels that it can end a battle quickly and decisively. However, as ruthless as she is, outside of battle she deeply cares for her Pokemon, seeing them as extensions of her own family. While she doesn't feel quite the same compassion towards other Pokemon, she despises needless cruelty towards them.

While her admiration of Team Rocket seems to contradict her feelings towards Pokemon in general, she see's them almost like a romantic underdog, fighting against the system with snappy uniforms and catchy mottos. However, a large part of what drew her to Team Rocket was Jessie, James, and Meowth, the infamous Trio of Team Rocket, and their constant failures along with their unwavering determination appealed to her. No one is quite sure why.

$9400
- (5) Pokeballs
- (10) Super Potions
- (5) Antidotes
- (5) Paralyze Heals
- (2) Escape Ropes
- (1) Everstone ("Held" by Fahrenheit)
- Bike
- PokeDex
- Johto Town Map
- Cell Phone
- Small Portable Speakers
- Spare Set of Clothes
- "Authentic" Team Rocket Uniform
- Wanted Posters of Jessie, James, and Meowth, the Team Rocket Trouble Trio
- Team Rocket Flag

Fahrenheit: Lvl 30, Male Combusken
Nature: Rash
Ability: Blaze
- Scratch
- Ember
- Peck
- Double Kick
- Low Kick (Egg)
- Flamethrower (TM)

Fahrenheit is Harley's first Pokemon, and by far her most dependable, acting almost like a combination of rational little brother and unwilling sidekick to her shenanigans. Out of all her Pokemon, he is the most eager to battle, and is easily as determined and stubborn as Harley, though he is always reluctant to partake in anything related to Team Rocket. He's rarely kept inside his Pokeball, and is never seen without a collar with an Everstone set into it. The collar was a response to his terror at having evolved, and is a result of Harley's quick thinking and her mother's craftsmanship. He acts as her team's de-facto leader, and his Pokeball as painted with hot-rod flames.

Gemcutter: Lvl 25, Male Scizor
Nature: Lax
Ability: Technician
- Bullet Punch
- Pursuit
- Fury Cutter
- Metal Claw
- Steel Wing (Egg)
- X Scissor (TM)

Gemcutter is technically Harley's third Pokemon, having originally been her mother's Scyther. With her mother being a craftswoman who specialized with custom work on Pokeballs and other Pokemon Accessories, Gemcutter often helped as an assistant, and isn't the best-suited to battling, though he manages. He was traded to Harley to keep an eye on her at the request of her mother, but thanks to having a Metal Coat at the time, the trade was enough to make him evolve inadvertently. He wasn't pleased. Gemcutter is the teams voice of reason, and his Pokeball is studded with red rhinestones.

Celsius: Lvl 20, Female Sneasel
Nature: Naughty
Ability: Keen Eye
- Fury Swipes
- Icy Wind
- Quick Attack
- Faint Attack
- Icicle Crash (Egg)
- Shadow Claw (TM)

Celsius is Harley's fourth, and latest Pokemon, as well as her second capture. Having been caught while rifling through her pack near Mount Silver. A mischievous thief and source of chaos whenever she isn't in the middle of a battle, she's often kept in her Pokeball, partly to keep her out of trouble, and partly to keep her from making advances on Fahrenheit, who she began to admire after their first battle. Despite being the troublemaker of the team, she will listen to Fahrenheit, but completely disregards Gemcutter. Her Pokeball is painted black and a pale blue with a single white rhinestone.

As a matter of course, being a fan of Team Rocket, Harley has her own version of their motto, often having Fahrenheit participate, and playing background music [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p09hhXbsB9c] to accompany it through her phone. Here it is:

Version 1:

Prepare for trouble, and on the double!

To scorch the world with the flames of ambition!

To take it all over has been our mission!

To train the strongest of Pokemon!

Take it from me, it won't take long!

Harley's my name, and Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!

Surrender now, or prepare for a fight!

Name: Jean Labelle

Age: 19

Gender: Boy

City/Region: Lumiose City, Kalos

Personality: Jean is flighty and playful, but he's been trying to get better about not treating all of life like a joke. Even Pokemon battles aren't exempt, unless Jean decides they're important battles. The only thing he's really serious about is his running. Jean practices the distinctly urban Kalosian art of parkour, and his Pokemon, as much as they can, join in.

Speaking of his Pokemon, Jean does his best to treat them well. He treats them like he would a good friend, but he's too undisiciplined to really bring together a cohesive team, but they all have fun together, and the three members of his team have long since decided that that's all they really want in a trainer. And if they sometimes lose a fight because Jean made a bad call, so be it.

Inventory:
Key Items
-Pokedex
-Phone
-Town Map with plugins for Kalos, Unova, and recently, Johto.
-Wallet with $3300

Consumables
10 Potions
4 Super Potions
1 Revive
2 Parlyz heals
2 Burn Heals
2 Ice Heals
5 Antidotes
2 Awakenings
10 Pokeballs
5x Flying Gems



Chapar: Level 28 male Frogadier
Ability: Torrent


Moves:
-Quick Attack
-Bubble
-Lick
-Water Pulse
-Scald (TM)
-Camoflage (Egg Move)

Jean's partner of some years, Chapar is quiet and sensible, in stark contrast to his master. Chapar takes battle and responsibility both very seriously, but has long since grown to accept his master's shortcomings. Sort of. In battle, Chapar's typical strategy is avoidance- don't be where you enemy wants you to be and you can get pretty far, he thinks.

Lutta: Level 28 female Hawlucha
Ability: Unburden


Moves:
-Karate Chop
-Aerial Ace
-Roost
-Flying Press
-Acrobatics (TM)
-Me First (Egg)

Lutta is the most firey of the team, passionate and daring. She fights with victory ever in mind, however, and is willing to use abilities like Roost or Me First to win the day, even if it's not entirely "honorable." She has yet to entirely come to terms with losses, and after lost battles, Jean often has to contend with a very angry Hawlucha.

Cheveau: Level 19 male Blitzle
Ability: Motor Drive


Moves:
-Quick Attack
-Charge
-Shockwave
-Flame Charge
-Wild Charge (TM)
-Double-Edge (Egg)

Cheveau is the newest member of the team, and somewhat of an enigma. He was a gift from Jean's mother, but where did she get him? And, for that matter, why does his preferred strategy seem to be "hurt them and myself?" Jean doesn't know, and tries not to think about it. However, in the past few months, Jean and the other two have made strides with Cheveau, and he's beginning to be a proper team member.

Name: Ethan Ueda

Age: 19

Gender: Boy

City/Region: Hoenn, Sootopolis

Personality: A naturally timid boy, many question his decision to be a trainer. However, his pokemon are proof enough he has some idea what he's doing, quickly following his orders through his light stutter. His training with the 8th gym of the Hoenn seems to create a strong counter to his usual demeanor, very worried about grace and style, and usually playing up to the crowds. His stutter never truly leaves, and actually seems to get worse in battles. His pokemon have learned to use this to their advantage, following his orders while he struggles to get through them. In a battle, he prefers to pick and prod at defenses, striking hard and fast when he sees the chance. He?s not much a sore loser or winner, simply muttering "Good match" after a battle before seeing to his pokemon partners. His flash and pomp simply disappear, in favor of introversion, only having long conversations with his partners lately. Scales seems to be his favorite to converse with, and has turned into a sort of angry journal.

Great Ball x5
Super Potion x5
Burn Heal x5
Anitdote x5
Parylz Heal x5

9750 Cash

Magikarp- Scales- Female- Level 19
Ability: Swift Swim
- Tackle
- Splash
A slightly bigger, very angry Magikarp, Scales is close to evolving, and can she feel it. She's easily the first in the party to pick a fight, and due to being a Magikarp, the first to go down. Still, her drive is the strongest among the team. Her iron will and blind refusal to ever surrender is an inspiration to the rest of the team.

Pelipper- Shao- Female- Level 25
Ability: Keen Eye
- Hurricane
- Super Sonic
- Wing Attack
- Mist
- Protect
- Blizzard(TM)
Shao was Ethan's ticket out of Sootopolis, and has been both his best friend and the main reason he hasn't died terribly on the road ever since. She has a near endless patience, and often tries to avoid battles, especially with electric types. She dislikes staying inside her pokeball for too long, keeping an eye on everything high from the sky above.

Alakazam- Uri- Male- Level 29
Ability: Synchronize
- Teleport
- Disable
- Confusion
- Psycho Cut
- Psybeam
- Shadow Ball(TM)
The most disciplined of the party, likely because he was trained by someone else. Takes training very seriously, usually alone. He never underestimates his opponent, no matter how small the package, a lesson he's learned from Scales. Uri's also the most self serving of the party, rarely going out of his way to help a partner in battle. Only really works with Shao consistently, as they're all but forced to train together.

Bulb- Chinchou- Male- Level 2
Ability: Volt Absorb
- Bubble
- Supersonic
- Shock Wave(Egg)
- Thunder(TM)
The team baby, and the most heavily coddled of the lot. Ethan always keeps Bulb close, and rarely if ever actually allows it to fight, citing "It's too cute to harm things!" Despite this fact, it has the potential to be one of his better ones. If only he had any idea how to go about training a baby...

Name: Kyra Stevens

Age: 15

Gender: Female

City/Region: Slateport City, Hoenn Region

An avid nature and Pokemon lover, Kyra goes through life with a smile on her face. Kind and caring to her Pokemon companions, she fusses over them and will often put their wellbeing over her own. Despite this she doesn't hold back when battling, having something of a competitive streak. She is highly confident in her and her Pokemon's abilities and can get frustrated if she loses a battle or something doesn't go quite how she planned it. She doesn't dwell on such occasions for very long though, not being one to hold a grudge.

She particularly loves the ocean and enjoys nothing more than a good swim with her Pokemon and friends. A keen sense of adventure drives her to travel and explore the world and she's always on the lookout for new places to visit, people to meet and Pokemon to discover.

$9750

Pokeball x5
Super Potion x5
Antidote x3
Awakening x1
Paralyze Heal x1
Miracle Seed x1

Pokedex
Town Map (Hoenn)
Wristwatch
Basic camping supplies

Name: Kip (Marshtomp)
Gender: Male
Type: Water/Ground
Level: 30
Moveset: Mud Bomb, Dig(TM), Water Gun, Bide, Rock Slide, Counter(egg)
Ability: Torrent
Character: Bold and fearless, Kip loves to battle and compete. He and Kyra often engage in swimming races, tearing up and down the shore until one of them (usually Kyra) gives in to exhaustion. His competitive nature has only increased since he evolved and he now refuses to stay in his Pokeball for long.

Name: Alicia (Roselia)
Gender: Female
Type: Grass/Poison
Level: 28
Moveset: Giga Drain, Grass Whistle, Leech Seed, Stun Spore, Toxic Spikes, Rain Dance(TM)
Ability: Poison Point
Character: Alicia is not as headstrong as her trainer and Kip, she considers herself more elegant and graceful than those two. That's not to say she's useless in battle however, her grass and poison attacks pack a mean punch and she is more than willing to use them. She sometimes acts aloof to strangers, however once she gets to know someone she is quite friendly and willing to play with them.

Name: Krillin (Krabby)
Gender: Male
Type: Water
Level: 15
Moveset: Vice Grip, Leer, Harden, Bubble Beam
Ability: Shell Armor
Character: The newest addition to Kyra's team, Krillin is still a bit nervous and shy around his trainer. She hasn't had the chance to use him in battle yet and Kip and Alicia are still coming around to having a third Pokemon sharing Kyra's attention.

Name: Remy Olivier
Age: 24
Gender: Male
City: Veilstone City/Sinnoh

Personality: A free spirited lover of life. Remy is the personification of "devil may care". Being from Sinnoh, Remy has a "country bumpkin" air to him. He loves everything life has to offer: Pokemon, music, women, taking naps under trees and more women. He's friendly to the point where people actually find him unbearable. Those who can suffer him for more than 30 minutes, however, would find in him a friend of unwavering loyalty.
Remy treats his Pokemon like brothers and throws himself wholeheartedly into battle with them, completely forgoing his lazy demeanor.

Inventory
5 Super Potions
2 Hyper Potions
1 Revive
3 Antidote
3 Paralyze Heal
2 Awakening
2 Burn Heal
1 Ice Heal
2 PokeBall
1 Great Ball
1 Dusk Ball
1 Lure Ball
1 Expert Belt (on Primeape)

Remy's Poketch (on his wrist)
Some basic camping gear (small tent, sleeping bag, pocket knife, etc.)
A wooden fishing rod
Some Pokemon food
A net hammock belonging to Mankey

$3,450 cash on hand

Pokemon:
Zangoose, Lvl 30 MALE
Ability: Immunity

-Slash
-Quick Attack
-Pursuit
-Crush Claw
-False Swipe
-Revenge

Zangoose is Remy's first Pokemon. Saving it from injury (somewhat against it's will) in Veilstone, the two have been thick as thieves ever since. There's no master/servant relationship between the two. Zangoose is as likely to scold and boss Remy around as he is. Zangoose has a careful nature and is generally a no nonsense Pokemon. As with all Zangoose, it has a deep seated hatred for Seviper.


Sneasel, Lvl 24 MALE
Ability: Keen Eye

-Feint Attack
-Ice Shard (Egg Move)
-Thief (TM46)
-Metal Claw
-Icy Wind
-Aglity

Sneasel is Remy's second Pokemon. Hatched from an abandoned egg near Snowpoint City, it has since become somewhat of a naughty natured foil to Zangoose's seriousness. It excels at stealing shiny things, so Remy usually keeps it out of its ball and on his shoulder. In battle, Sneasel is agile if a bit of a glass jaw. Being a Sneasel, it tends to put bird Pokemon on edge, because of its primary diet of bird eggs.

Mankey, Lvl 21 MALE
Ability: Vital Spirit

-Karate Chop
-Low Kick
-Seismic Toss
-Fury Swipes
-Focus Energy
-Brick Break (TM move)

Mankey was caught while Remy traveled around Kanto. A rash natured ball of untameable energy, Mankey is the furious enforcer of Remy's little band of thieves. Very undisciplined as Fighting-types go, it fights solely for the thrill of the fight. This prompts it to sometimes make stupid mistakes which, while possibly working his way, often hurt him too. After spending time on Remy's team however, he's begun to trust his Trainer's abilities. A trust that's difficult to earn from Fighting-types.

Name: Captain Herman Wash

Age: 59

Gender: Male

City/Region: Slateport, Hoenn

Personality: The old captain is disagreeable at best, and most people have only known him at his worst. His noble brow sometimes lends itself to a good first impression, but Wash manages to ruin this without fail by opening his gob. He is nothing if not a surly vindictive old codger, and he makes sure that everyone knows this by way of a litany of colorful curses picked up over a lifetime at sea. "Guilty until proven innocent" is his modus operandi, and he will assume the worst of every person until they have proven themselves to him. That being said, once someone has gained his favor Wash is fiercely loyal to and protective of them. Oh, he might still scream and curse at them on occasion, but once you're set in your way in your old age it's hard to let go of old habits.

His pokemon are no strangers to his verbal abuse either, but there is no genuine irritation behind the curses he flings at them, and they know it. Wash reserves his scorn for those people who truly deserve it (which is just about everyone in his mind), but he cannot hold pokemon accountable for their actions. If a Carvanha bites you, it makes no sense getting angry at the pokemon; biting is simply in its nature. Even in those cases where a pokemon has done something deliberately wicked, the blame should always be aimed at its trainer. A pokemon is simply following its instincts, whether morally right or wrong. However, with this attitude comes a certain condescension towards all pokemon. If there is no reason to think ill of them, then there is little reason for being fond of them either. For Wash pokemon are more akin to domesticated beasts than true companions. His attitude towards the pocket monsters can be neatly summarized in an incident still spoken of in Slateport, in which Wash punched out a Wingull for trying to snatch away his lunch and then left his leftovers next to the fainted pokemon to enjoy when it recovered.

Inventory:
- Good Rod
- Stow Bag full of assumed goodies
- Great Ball x 4
- Max Repel x 1
- Hyper Potion x 5
- Full Heal x 5
- Revive x 3
- Max Revive x 1

$1400

Pokemon:

Rhyhorn: Lvl 28, male
Ability: Lightningrod
- Rock Blast
- Bulldoze (TM)
- Scary Face
- Stomp
- Horn Attack
- Thunder Fang [egg]

The stoic Rhyhorn can come of as quite cool and collected - but the truth is that he's really pretty dumb, and prefers waiting for orders over acting on his own. Has an astoundingly poor sense of direction.

Spheal: Lvl 21, male
Ability: Thick Fat
- Aqua Ring
- Body Slam
- Ice Ball
- Water Gun
- Surf [HM]
- Defense Curl

Nothing can bring down this little ball of joy. Spheal is just as cheerful as his trainer is dour, and he finds Wash adorable. Also surprisingly intelligent.

Shellder: Lvl 21, female
Ability: Skill Link
- Leer
- Protect
- Icicle Spear
- Withdraw
- Supersonic
- Rock Blast [egg]

Shellder is Spheal's eternal rival and ultimate nemesis. At least, this is the case in her own mind. Poor Shellder feel threatened by her fellow Ice/Water team member, and considers the team too small for two of their kind. Spheal is utterly oblivious to Shellder's feelings, and just wants to be friends.

Horsea: Lvl 5, female
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Horsea considers Wash her savior and loves him to itty-bitty bits. Very eager to reach her fellow team members' level.
 

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Dennis was 11 years old, came from a humble household, idealized Violet's City's Falkner, and loved his family and pokémon above all else. He was a sensitive soul, a bit shy, and had been very nervous about entering the Amateur World Tournament. He was also, unbeknownst to all, one of the most talented pokémon trainers to have ever walked the earth. He had a natural affinity to the creatures the like of which hadn't been seen since such mythical figures as the Heroes of Truth and Ideals tamed legends like Reshiram and Zekrom. Truly, the boy had the capacity for greatness.
And he would stay unknown for a bit longer because he had just been run out of the Pokéathlon basement by an older bearded man.

"That's right, you punk! Git! Get out of here before I beat your backside redder than tuna! Rascals loitering around a tournament; it's shameful! Street urchins like you should out making yourselves useful, not butting into honest peoples' affairs! I'll have you know my breath stank of seawater before my twelfth birthday! There was no dawdling in my time! Oh, are you gonna weep now, you sniveling stoolpigeon? Go hide under your mother's skirts! Parasite! Cabin boy! Rapscallion! You enfant terrible, you!"

Captain Herman Wash watched the tearful boy leave accompanied by the former seafarer's curses. The boy's sin? Bumping into the captain in a crowded gathering of 500. Wash turned to look over the crowd, his mouth locked in the same perpetual frown it always was. From where he was standing, at the very outskirts of the congregation, he couldn't see the speaker but he heard him just fine thanks to the PA system. He tried to focus on the instructions, as he had been doing before being so rudely interrupted by the child.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, the highlight of the Amateur World Tournament is our 32, single-elimination, standard battle bracket. 32 trainers, and all of their Pokémon, going head to head to determine who's the best!"

Yes, yes, get to it, you nanny goat...

Wash was impatient. Now that he had an actual visual on his competition, here in the stadium basement, he could practically taste his victory.

Talk about fish in a barrel; it's mostly just kids here! Landlubbers too, every last one of them. Almost no one with any real experience. Amateur tournament indeed.

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over."

And suddenly the perpetual frown was not quite so perpetual. Wash's blue eyes narrowed in confusion. A double battle? He had never fought one of those before. But no! He would not let the indwellers' muddled rule-set be his undoing!

"Bah! Whippersnappers with their newfangled rules... mumble grumble..."
 

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Cyrus had taken a limousine over to the Pokéathlon Dome. After spending a year wandering across Johto and Kanto, being able to finally travel around in such luxury again felt splendid. Reza was seated next to him, sprawled over a pair of seats with his head resting in his master's lap, purring gently as Cyrus' hand pet him and rubbed his ears. The window next to Cyrus was rolled down, so he could stare out and take in the sights of Goldenrod. Today his hometown looked quite different than he remembered, with hordes of noisy plebs packing every inch of its normally lovely streets.

The 8th Amateur World Tournament was taking place and Cyrus was coming to win it. Anything less would be unacceptable. He spent a year traveling and training across the regions in preparation for an opportunity like this one. It felt almost cathartic, especially considered that Whitney was overseeing the event. Cyrus had lost to the local gym leader before he left on his journey. He would be able to show off to her how much he's improved since their battle, and perhaps get the opportunity to challenge her again.

The Amethystein family limo stopped outside of the Pokéathlon Dome. The door opened and Cyrus climbed out with Reza following after. The two kept pace with each other, with Reza matching Cyrus' steps almost perfectly as he walked at his master's side. After wading through the crowds, Cyrus made his way inside the dome and headed down to the basement level.

Upon entering the basement, he encountered another crowd. This one made up of trainers looking to battle. As Cyrus scanned over the competition, a voice stole his attention.

"That's right, you punk! Git! Get out of here before I beat your backside redder than tuna! Rascals loitering around a tournament; it's shameful! Street urchins like you should out making yourselves useful, not butting into honest peoples' affairs! I'll have you know my breath stank of seawater before my twelfth birthday! There was no dawdling in my time! Oh, are you gonna weep now, you sniveling stoolpigeon? Go hide under your mother's skirts! Parasite! Cabin boy! Rapscallion! You enfant terrible, you!"

The source of the shouting was an elderly man who looked like a captain, who was scolding a child for some reason. Cyrus simply sighed at the man's colourful cussing. "Plebs." he muttered, then looked down at Reza. The Persian gave a meek meow of agreement. Shortly after, the PA system rang on.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, the highlight of the Amateur World Tournament is our 32, single-elimination, standard battle bracket. 32 trainers, and all of their Pokémon, going head to head to determine who's the best!

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over. Each of the winners will be scored on a number of factors: How long it took them to win, the state of their Pokémon at the end, their overall style, etc. The highest score possible will be 500 points, and our top 32 winners will be selected for the main bracket!


That was interesting. Cyrus wondered which double team he should go with out of three Pokemon he had. Reza would be fighting for sure. Iliya would decimate the competition with ease given her strength, but Cyrus wasn't sure about flaunting around his strongest Pokemon before the tournament even started. Keeping her as a secret trump card would allow him to surprise his opponents once he got into the 32 bracket. On the other hand, Darius wasn't that strong of a Pokemon compared to Reza and Iliya. Having a weak link in the team might cause him to lose points.

"The first of the exhibition matches will be starting in about an hour and a half. In the meantime, go ahead and mingle, or do whatever preparations you need to! Or if you need to access some of our facilities, please head up to the ground level; our Pokémon Center and shops are open for your use. Thank you again, and remember, put on a good show!"

Cyrus remained where he was, pondering still which team he wanted to use. As he thought, he reached into one of his pockets to produce a half-carved black apricorn. He then produced a small knife from his other pocket and began whittling away at the apricorn, holding it away from himself so the chippings wouldn't land on his fancy suit. Cyrus figured that working at his family craft would be a more fruitful endeavor than attempting to socialize with those in the basement.
 

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It was a really nice day. He'd stayed a few days already, get the lay of the lands, explore a bit. The air wasn't as fresh as the great outdoors, sure, but it wasn't awful. The sun shone on the back of his head, the breeze was great. There was a mix of smells, some good, some bad, but Ethan was a bit too high to care. In the sky. He was flying through the air, though he knew Shao wasn't a big fan of giving out rides, nor was she great at it anyways... but it was a big city. Walking would take too long, no? That's what the water trainer used to justify this, at any rate. The view was amazing in the open bill of a pelipper, wind whipping around him, maneuvering nearly blind between the buildings and skyscrapers that dominated the city. It was a bit terrifying, but Ethan chose to think Shao knew exactly what she was doing. A leap of faith, hoping he wouldn't have to leap later. Still, he was starting to recognize the throngs of people were becoming more line-like, and the limousines and bicycles pulling around. Rich people, kids, models, a lot of people coming in for the tourney. Ethan's good feeling was starting to diminish a tad.

"Dive here!" He called out, tapping Shao's bill. She grunted something in response, beginning a very, very steep descent. Ethan heard shrieking, and quickly realized it was his own, and perhaps a tad too high pitched. He cupped a hand over his mouth, muffling himself somewhat as Shao started to even out, flying quickly down the streets, slowing and slowing gradually. He stopped next to a limo, stumbling out of Shao's bill with big, gasping breaths. "Ok-kay... Yeah. N-no more flying, right?" Ethan managed, dusting himself off. Shao squeaked approval as Ethan pulled up his hood, making his way inside. He passed a young, crying boy, and wondered just how brutal this contest truly was...

"Cramped," Ethan grunted, about ten minutes later as he tried to navigate through the mass of bodies. Not sure where to, exactly, but somewhere. Maybe a corner. No one bothered the kids who stuck to corners, right? He could tell Shao wanted out of his ball, just as he could hear yelling from somewhere, but knew she'd just add more to the growing shouting and conversations. If someone were shouting words, the boy couldn't tell, just a chaotic, discordant jumble of noise. Noises, words, sound, so many people. More than he was used to, that was for sure. And yet, all fell quiet, for the most part anyways, as the intercom buzzed to life.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, the highlight of the Amateur World Tournament is our 32, single-elimination, standard battle bracket. 32 trainers, and all of their Pokémon, going head to head to determine who's the best!

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over. Each of the winners will be scored on a number of factors: How long it took them to win, the state of their Pokémon at the end, their overall style, etc. The highest score possible will be 500 points, and our top 32 winners will be selected for the main bracket!


That... was a lot of people. A lot of people, and his weakest battling style-- doubles. Uri and Shao could work together, sometimes, but he was a lot stronger one on one. Fewer orders to give, fewer things to watch for. This... would hopefully not go too poorly. Still, better to get knocked out early than in the middle, yeah? Less time wasted, fewer people notice. Ethan took a deep breath, this wouldn't be so bad.

"The first of the exhibition matches will be starting in about an hour and a half. In the meantime, go ahead and mingle, or do whatever preparations you need to! Or if you need to access some of our facilities, please head up to the ground level; our Pokémon Center and shops are open for your use. Thank you again, and remember, put on a good show!"

Oh, that was awhile. Ethan caught his breath in his throat, looking around. He fiddled with the cloth of his scarf, wondering who there was to talk to. Five-hundred or so people, some of which he'd have to battle, one would probably beat him. He sincerely hoped it wouldn't be someone who preferred bug types. That would just be humiliating. He took another deep breath, looking around, trying to look calm.
 

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Miles stood on an overlook staring at Goldenrod, he hadn't been here in years, and it was still a sight to behold for a wilderness bumpkin like himself, his head nearly split in half by his grin. Grabbing two pokeballs off his belt, he activated them and with two flashes of light, Yippan and Sifon stood before him, both stretching and expecting a sparring match as was their usual morning routine. His grin expanded and still his face stayed attached to the rest of his head somehow.

"C'mon buddies,"He said, striking a pose and pointing towards the dome,"We're not doing that today, we're gonna race! First one there's a rott-no, that's not right...Last one there loses!"

And off he took, his two pokemon right behind him, feet smacking against the dirt of the road, and then the concrete of the city itself. Dodging the throngs of people and their pokemon, he dipped and ducked through the city, the dome always in his sights.

"Sorry, 'scuse me, just out for a run, I'm sorta laaaaaaa-ARUGH"

His exuberance had betrayed him again as he clipped a building and was sent tumbling into the Goldenrod crowd,"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-sooooooooooooooooooo-soorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy" he said as he rolled, clutching his shoulder and standing again. He started to help those he'd knocked over, but after seeing the legs of his pokemon round the corner to the dome itself, he lost control and his competitiveness took over again.

"sorrygottagobyedon'twannalosethisracesorryagain,"He called back, his shoulder still smarting from slamming it into the building,"wannahelpbutcan'trightnow"

Rounding the corner and continuing on, he arrived at the dome's entrance and stood heaving as both Fighting-types turned around on top of some fancy car parked right in front of the entrance and he could swear they smirked at him

"Ah-c'mon!," he said, gesturing and throwing his arms into the air,"I stop to help some people up that fell and you guys cheat!"

"Foo" Yippan dismissively said, arms crossed and a look of utter disappointment splayed across his face.

"PANCHAM-CHAM-PAN-PAN!" Sifon replied more excitedly and in a manner much more angrily apologetic.

Miles sighed,"Alright, then, let's go inside,"He said, striding towards them, launching himself atop the car, regaining his balance as the car shifted under the extra weight quickly, leaving some obvious dirty footprints on the roof before dropping down on the other side, his pokemon flanking him.

Entering the cool basement of the Dome, he listened to the rules.

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over. Each of the winners will be scored on a number of factors: How long it took them to win, the state of their Pokémon at the end, their overall style, etc. The highest score possible will be 500 points, and our top 32 winners will be selected for the main bracket!

"Alright!," he exclaimed, jumping up and with a kick that nearly took off another trainer's head,"You know what that means guys! We've got this in the bag!", He grabbed his face suddenly and started muttering to himself,"AndthenI'llwinandMaylene'llseeI'mgoodenough", he blushed and giggled to himself a bit,"Justonelesssteplefttotakebeforewe'retogetherforever."

And then he realized people had left him in the middle of a somewhat open space, causing him to utter a very audible "urghk!" in embarassment. Shuffling over to one of the sides, he noticed some guy with a knife and apricorn in his hand and some neat clothes. Nothing he'd wear, but they looked cool.

"Heya Apricot! Name's Miles!"
 

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Jean Labelle ran. His knees burned like fire and his breath came in short gasps, but he ran on. He caught a glimpse of Chapar leaping down from a ledge high above him, only to be caught by Lutta, who soared onward, dropping the frog-esque Pokémon a few feet in front of Jean: just before their agreed finish line. As Jean sprinted, he watched with growing bemusement as Chapar gently stepped a toe over the stripe Lutta had drawn earlier.

Jean pulled up, and slid under Chapar's legs, pulling the small Pokémon onto its face as he passed, before rolling back onto his feet, and continuing to run.
He slid down a steeply inclined roof, vaulted over a safety railing, and sailed across to the next building, landing with a thud and a roll. Chapar and Lutta weren't far behind still, the cheaters, but the Pokéathlon Dome was just across the street. Jean lifted an exhausted but exuberant hand with a laugh.

"Alright, alright. You beat me. Ignoring of course, the fact that you cheated." The exhausted Kalosian winked, then flopped onto the edge of the building, legs dangling over the twenty foot drop. Across the street, he watched a screeching boy- riding in the mouth of a Pelipper- rapidly descend and clamber out near a limousine.

"This place, this people... They are very odd. There is little sense of elegance here, but there is much passion," Jean mused as he watched another boy careen into the Dome. "An interesting city. The rooftops are much less interesting than at home, however. Very modern."

It was almost time, he realized with a knot of anxiety. He shook his head gently, clearing his mind of pointless doubts, and turned to rub Chapar's head. "Alright, you unruly cheaters, back in the balls you go. It's time to actually get to our destination, no?" He jumped up, drawing both of their Pokéballs with one motion, returning both Chapar and Lutta. He then resumed his dead sprint, leaping onto the road before him, rolling just before impact, before popping back up, and brushing himself off. He was sweaty and somewhat achey, but he cleaned up nicely once he ducked into a restroom and mopped up most of the sweat and dust.

Just a few minutes later, he entered the packed basement level. The announcer droned on. It was to be double battles for elimination. Jean was only half listening, his eyes roaming the crowd, as he himself sought a high place to look down from. Sadly, no such luck. He did spy the screeching boy from earlier, though. Jean stifled a laugh at the memory, and approached.

"It seems your Pelipper is not the most gentle lander, my friend. I saw your descent outside. Or perhaps heard, no?" Jean winks and smirks. "I am Jean Labelle. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
 

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The crowd in the basement of the Pokeathelon Dome was massive, packed with trainers from all over the globe, each one looking for their chance at stardom. Quite a few of them were unusual characters of their own right, but one in particular stood at the back of the crowd with her Pokemon, watching and listening as the announcer called out to the crowd and told them what to expect.

Exhibition matches with double battles to decide the final 32 competitors. First opponent to have both Pokemon faint loses, with the winners being given a score on their performance. Simple enough, but there were hundreds of trainers there, all hoping to come away with the title of Amateur Champion.

"The first of the exhibition matches will be starting in about an hour and a half. In the meantime, go ahead and mingle, or do whatever preparations you need to! Or if you need to access some of our facilities, please head up to the ground level; our Pokémon Center and shops are open for your use. Thank you again, and remember, put on a good show!"


The figure at the back of the crowd slowly made her way through, arms crossed and followed by her team closely behind her: A grumpy looking Combusken, a Sneasel eying the crowd in the hopes of causing mayhem, and a Scizor at the very back, clutching a flag pole in it's pincers with the Team Rocket Flag flying proud thanks to the air conditioning.

The girl, short as she was, seemed larger-than-life as she unfolded her arms and placed one hand on a hip.

"Alright everyone, listen up!" she called out, cocky grin on her face.

"Name's Harley Michaels, I'm the Rocket Girl. If anyone's going to be getting that title of Champion around here, it's gonna be me. I'm going to the top at the speed of light, baby!" she yelled, jabbing a finger at the ceiling before she looked around at the crowd around her, "Who's going to be my first opponent?"

Behind her, her Pokemon team seemed to feel varying levels of exasperation at her outburst. Gemcutter seemed to sigh even as he held onto the Team Rocket Flag, while Fahrenheit shook his head with a look that said, "Not again.". Only Celsius seemed unfazed by her shouting, partly because she was still looking for some way to cause trouble, a mischievous smile on the Sneasel's face.
 

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"Thats right, you punk! Git! Get out of here before I beat your backside redder than tuna! Rascals loitering around a tournament; it's shameful! Street urchins like you should out making yourselves useful, not butting into honest peoples' affairs! I'll have you know my breath stank of seawater before my twelfth birthday! There was no dawdling in my time! Oh, are you gonna weep now, you sniveling stoolpigeon? Go hide under your mother's skirts! Parasite! Cabin boy! Rapscallion! You enfant terrible, you!"

As Dennis the 11 year old future great Trainer ran off in tears, his hopes and dreams dismantled by an old salty seaman, a young man with red hair rifled through a Pokéball shaped wallet.

"Yikes. Sure hope this isn't his return fare, eh Sneasel?"


The Sneasel perched on the man's shoulder let out a snicker. Remy Olivier, let it be said, was not a bad man. It was just that the old habits of a former pickpocket (not to mention those of his Sneasel) die hard.

"Besides, Granny Kearns drives a hard bargain..."

Remy, unlike most out-of-towners and foreigners here for the tournament, had been living in Goldenrod for a while now, doing odd jobs with some Pokémon battles on the side to fund his travels. Heck, he'd even done a few shifts at this very same warehouse!

"However, in order to pick our 32 competitors, first we have our exhibition matches! So don't worry, everyone's going to get to fight at least one battle! These matches, for expediency's sake, have to be a bit faster, so they'll be double battles, with each trainer getting to use two of their Pokémon. As soon as both of one competitor's Pokémon are knocked out, the match will be over. Each of the winners will be scored on a number of factors: How long it took them to win, the state of their Pokémon at the end, their overall style, etc. The highest score possible will be 500 points, and our top 32 winners will be selected for the main bracket!"

"Hmmmm.... Two Pokémon, huh?" the Sinnohan mumbled to himself as he reached for the three Pokéballs in his pocket, all the while scanning the crowd, some of which had at least one of ther Pokémon out.

He knew he could count on Zangoose in any situation, so he was a no-brainer. The real pickle was whether to pick Sneasel, the versatile, yet fragile option, or Mankey, the straightforward, yet wildly undisciplined bruiser.

"Lots of good Fighting-types this year..." At a glance, Remy could spot at least one Hitmonlee, a couple Machoke, some Breloom and a... vaguely familiar looking kid with a Pancham and a Mienfoo.
Mankey was a new acquisition, and Remy, decidedly more of a Dark-type leaning kind of guy, wasn't quite sure how to bring out the best in his new Pokémon's raw fury.

Fighting-types sure are hard...

"Alright everyone, listen up! Name's Harley Michaels, I'm the Rocket Girl. If anyone's going to be getting that title of Champion around here, it's gonna be me. I'm going to the top at the speed of light, baby! Who's going to be my first opponent?"

Remy was snapped out of his musings by a loud girl on the other side of the warehouse. "Rocket Girl? Who'd openly be a fan of a known criminal organization?" He wondered with an exasperated look on his face.
Remy, however was not the only one who noticed Harley. Sneasel did too. Well, more accurately he noticed Celsius.

Sn-Sneeeeee~~

"Huh? Oh cr- SNEASEL, STOP! GET BACK HERE!!"

Too late. Sneasel was already bee-lining towards the Sneasel on the other side of the room. What self-respecting Sharp Claw Pokémon could resist those mischievous eyes?
Remy's Sneasel quickly reached Harley's and immediately started to serenade the female while showering her with trinkets from... whatever that mysterious place where Sneasel seem to hide their loot is.

"Sorry, pardon me, comin' through... There! Sneasel! Back in the ball with you!" Remy sighed as he took out a Dusk Ball which proceeded to capture the enamored Dark-type.

"So sorry about that, darlin'. This joker just can't help himself. Remy Olivier from Veilstone, Sinnoh, by the way. Pleased to meet'cha!" Remy apologized before extending his hand to shake Harley's.
 

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As Miles waited for the guy in the neat clothes to respond, he was suddenly distracted by a girl in some neat clothes that had raised her voice. Her shirt had this giant R on it, must be some kind of fashion line.

"Alright everyone, listen up!"

ALRIGHT, someone that wants to battle! Wonder if she wants to fight before or after?

"Hold that thought Apricot!"

Bounding off, he jumped off the back of someone very unfortunate to have been tying their shoe at the moment and flew through the air, over the heads of the other trainers in the basement of the Dome and then landed nearby.

"I MILES O-AH C'MON MAN! I saw her first! At least let me introduce myself before you swoop in like that!"

His hopes for a battle were dashed as it appeared another trainer had beaten him to her. Crossing his arms he pouted and huffed.

"Well, fine...you get her first then," He then raised his voice,"YA HEAR THAT DUDES? I CALL DIBS! NOBODY ELSE IS STEALING HER FROM ME!"
 

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His looking calm apparently worked very well, someone already approaching. Did he look familiar? Not especially, he'd remember someone with an accent that thick and the bravery to wear all skin tight clothing in a crowded basement of five hundred. Bravery or something else. Who knew? Who was going to judge? Not the stuttering boy in the opposite sort of attire.

"It seems your Pelipper is not the most gentle lander, my friend. I saw your descent outside. Or perhaps heard, no..? I am Jean Labelle. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Oh! I-I--" Ethan started, not quite hearing all he said over the din. Still, a voice did manage to rise above the rest of the noise, a girl with a red R on her shirt and a challenge for the room. He believed it'd been a minute or two since the announcement, so people were likely spoiling for a fight...

"Who's going to be my first opponent?"

"... I'm Ethan." He finally finished, after going over her challenge again. Apparently, Harley was an astronaut, or astronomer of some kind. Or the criminal thing, but that was gone by now. Regardless, she was quickly covered in men, and while Ethan had no idea who the Rockets truly were, he'd rather take his chances with the man in extremely tight clothing in front of him. Couldn't be as dumb as Magma, or as bad as Aqua. Right? Ethan tried his best to return the smile, adjusting his scarf.

"You, uh, want to maybe go upstairs? I get, I get the feeling that might be a scene." Ethan managed. "Besides, we got an hour. Or so. Right?"
 

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The sailor's stern brow furrowed. 90 minutes until the qualifying matches? He had hoped that they would start immediately. What in the world was he supposed to do with all that time? Wash wasn't used to having any free time; he had avoided any sort of downtime or "statutory minimum employment leave" his entire life, and successfully at that, dismissing these as frivolities. A real man didn't let things like stress, family, and life-threatening injuries or illnesses get between him and his work, dang nabbit. However, ever since his retirement the captain found he had nothing but time on his hands. It was an entirely new world and he hated every idle second of it. That was partly why he was here, really.
It was kindly then for the tiny red-headed girl standing not too far away to distract him for a little while.

"Alright everyone, listen up!"

Even in the crowded hall Harley could be heard loud and clear. The girl had a set of pipes on her, even if they were entirely too shrill for Wash's liking.

"Name's Harley Michaels, I'm the Rocket Girl. If anyone's going to be getting that title of Champion around here, it's gonna be me. I'm going to the top at the speed of light, baby! Who's going to be my first opponent?"

The sailor just stared at the tiny girl brazen enough to challenge the entire room with his hard blue eyes. The first thought that went through his mind was a simple one:

Rocket who?

That flag waving behind the girl-child seemed vaguely familiar to Wash although he couldn't place it. It certainly wasn't any naval flag; if it was then he would most definitely recognize it. And yet Wash was sure he had seen it before... No matter; if it was anything important he'd have remembered it. Heck, the girl was probably just advertising something! Yeah, that had to be it. That 'R' was some sort of logo he'd come across since getting stranded here on the land, and then forgotten about. Somehow the idea of a 'band' of some sort came to Wash's mind. He looked over the girl's clothing and especially her ludicrous hair. There could be no doubt: she was part of some young people music band! Wash hated music! Especially these newfangled pretenders with their electric guitars, and their piercings, and their robot vocalizers, and their crazy hair, and their swing-dancing. Bunch of no-good layabouts all screeching like an Exploud with his peter caught in a crab pot.

"Bah. Go home and take your rockabilly trash with you, girl."

Wash wasn't sure if the diminutive lass had heard his comment, as she was quickly approached by a few trainers, and he didn't care one iota. He was busy being bored.

"YA HEAR THAT DUDES? I CALL DIBS! NOBODY ELSE IS STEALING HER FROM ME!"

Gods, these landlubber kids were loud. Wash gave a snort of dissaproval. But at least they weren't boring.
 

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Jean watches the newcomer with mild interest. "Mon Dieu, such a passionate woman. She reminds me of the professor's red-haired friend." Jean says, tilting his head, then turns back to Ethan with a flash of white teeth.

"You, uh, want to maybe go upstairs? I get, I get the feeling that might be a scene. Besides, we got an hour. Or so. Right?"

"Certes, mon nouvel ami. Let us go." Jean leads the way out of the tight press of people, pushing his way through the thick crowd where he has to. Once they reached the stairs, Jean turns back to Ethan, easily trotting up the stairs backwards. "So! Where did you come here from? You sound like you are from Hoenn, but I hate to be presumptious, non? For myself, as you might have guessed," Jean says with a wink and a grin, "I am from the wondrous Kalos region."

Jean looks the shorter boy up and down, getting a good look for the first time, and promptly decides that, wherever he's from, he must be used to being cold. Jean's grin widens a little as he turns back around, looking to what the ground floor of the center holds.
 

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There seemed to be a quiet pause immediately after her outburst, and she wasn't surprised she thought with a smirk. Most people tended to be in awe of her whenever she stepped up to make an entrance. It didn't last long, however, as another trainer's Sneasel started to make it's way to Celsius with obvious interest.

"Sn-Sneeeeee..."

While it was clear the newcomer had every intention of wooing Harley's Pokemon, Celsius regarded the Sneasel with a disinterested sniff, even as it seemed to pull a variety of stolen merchandise from seemingly out of nowhere as gifts. Her other Pokemon caught this as well, and while Gemcutter seemed to sigh and shake his head, Fahrenheit merely huffed, causing a few cinders to escape his beak. As far as the Combusken was concerned, the Sneasel would only be solving his problem by taking up Celsius' attentions instead of him.

Harley seemed to giggle a little bit at the display, up until the Sneasel was returned to it's Dusk Ball.

"Sorry, pardon me, comin' through... There! Sneasel! Back in the ball with you! So sorry about that, darlin'. This joker just can't help himself. Remy Olivier from Veilstone, Sinnoh, by the way. Pleased to meet'cha!"

She smiled a little at that. But in the middle of accepting the hand Remy had offered, another trainer had rushed forward.

"I MILES O-AH C'MON MAN! I saw her first! At least let me introduce myself before you swoop in like that! Well, fine...you get her first then. YA HEAR THAT DUDES? I CALL DIBS! NOBODY ELSE IS STEALING HER FROM ME!"

Her eyes widened, then narrowed into a brutal glare at the boy as her mouth twisted into a snarl.

"Excuse me?! You don't get dibs on anything, you little prick, especially not me! You got that?" she growled.

Letting her glare linger on Miles, she finally shook Remy's hand.

"Harley Michaels, Fallarbor Town, Hoenn." she said, though there was still a trace of grumble in her tone until she shook her head and smiled apologetically.

"And trust me, I know all about dealing with troublesome Dark Types." she told him, before glancing at Celsius and quickly jabbing a finger at her as she started to rifle through the stuff that the other Sneasel had pulled out, "No! You leave that alone. It's not yours. And you have no idea where it's been."
 

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It appeared that Miles had angered the hot head by accepting her challenge...he continued crossing his arms and pouted.

"Excuse me?! You don't get dibs on anything, you little prick, especially not me! You got that?"

"I too do get dibs!,"He responded, incredulity plain as day on his face while he pointed an accusatory finger at her,"You challenged me! I called dibs after this old guy!"

He grabbed his goggles and moved them from hanging around his neck to his forehead, a sucking thunk issuing from them, he continued"So when you're done, Miles is waiting right here!"

"Mien", Yippan said, claws to head as he slowly shook it back and forth.

"CHAM", Siffon followed Miles with a deft maneuver that caused the leaf on one side of his mouth to shift to the other side after spitting it out.