Hayle Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

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Marcus Interludes

So I actually decided to include some moves in these for technique album. I don't know if you remember which ones you put into Technique album, but if you do, I'd appreciate if you removed all the new ones but five. I just kind of like that some of the moves you got are from the battles you watch. If you don't remember, don't worry about it. Sorry about the confusion!

If you want to RP any of these scenes a bit before Chapter 2 officially starts for you, we can do that too.

On the Train

The three of you sit on the steam train that runs between Thousand Acres Ranch and Hayle Central. The ride was comfortable, and it would get you to the city nearly ten times faster than if you had chosen to walk. Tiny had insisted you ride the train, complaining about how unnecessary travel could ruin his clothes. Still though, the train was enjoyable, comfortable, and full of interesting people. Pokemon didn't dare approach the speeding hunk of metal however, so the ride was consumed mostly by humans, and trainers were specifically forbidden from visiting the Klink that helped make the train run effectively.

Thankfully however, you finally got to see Tiny and Katie in action when you visited the Battle Car. After you trashed an upstart trainer from Central who had already given up on a gym challenge, you saw the two friends take on a pair of Taggers. These are trainers that specialize in double battles, and while they put up a good fight, they didn't stand a chance against your travelling companions. Tiny showed a remarkable ability to control the battlefield with Tink's invisible walls while Katie's Sandile boosted its attacks. After that it was only a matter of time before their opponent's Magby and Elekid fell to the ground type's ferocious attacks.

After those demonstrations by the three of you there were few more challengers, as it was clear that you were leagues ahead of the other Rank 1 trainers, and those of higher ranks seemed to not care about any who weren't 'on their level' as one Wrystone native told you. Still though, it was quite an experience, and it seemed like the day's travel ended before it could even begin.

Important Archives: Profile (nobody you'll run into again, current teams of Tiny and Katie), Travel (The Steam Train), Technique (Barrier, Psychic, Light Screen, Assurance, Mud Shot)


Facing Down Teller

Teller's eyes were unnerving. Or rather, his single cybernetic eye was unnerving. The other was blue. Like Tiny, the man was tall, but he wasn't nearly as big. Instead his body was rail thin, and it looked like he consisted more on caffeine than on food. Tiny and Katie had gone off to train for the day, but you had decided to challenge Teller right away. After all, youhad kind of wiped the floor with Lillian.

The battlefield was like none you'd ever seen before. It was a huge arena, so unlike what you had fought Lillian in. Industrial pipes rose from the floor, holes spewing noxious fumes into the corners of the battlefield, and the entire place was wired like a giant warehouse. However, when you'd visited the gym yesterday it had appeared as a pristine metal field clear of any adornments. This was merely one of many configurations made possible by the Varro technology that Teller had become famous developing. He even wore a small Varro patch next to his official gym leader badge. A Wheezing equipped with some sort of plasma plating floated beside him, his first Pokemon for the upcoming battle.

Well shall we begin? he asked, his eye flashing as if to take a picture of you. The Wheezing floated onto the field as you released Gelver, who was raring to go after being left out during the main battle last time around. His tongue flicked out eagerly, and he leaped into battle even without your command, letting out a blast of water at his opponent, striking true even through the thick smokescreen that Teller had summoned.

The battle was longer than the last one, with one of Teller's Pokemon, as he relied more on status effects to slowly wear you down and prevent you from acting effectively. In particular, his Golbat fainted Gelver and Icon before being taken out by Quicksilver, who had to deftly scale the industrial pipes and fall onto the creature's back. After that it was quick work for Comiter to take out his Electrike with a few well placed bones. After the battle, Teller presented you with the Metro Badge.

A good battle he said, And you've earned that badge quite thoroughly. I'm afraid I don't have much time to stay and chat however, as I'm in the middle of an experiment and came here during the latent period of its maturation. However, I'd recommend taking some time to train before taking on your third gym. You're moving at a remarkable rate to be sure, but you're not quite at the level to succeed. I'd recommend spending some time here before running off. It is where the future is being crafted, and it's quite a sight. As he walked off, you noticed some stains on the back of his lab coat, which detracted a bit from the grandeur of his claim.

After he went back to his work, gym attendants gave you your badge, a TM of Toxic, a bag of cash, and sent you on your way. It was all rather industrialized, a well oiled machine that they were used to running when the eccentric leader left them to pick up the slack.

Important Archives: Profile (Teller, Gym Leader) Travel (Hayle Central Gym, Hayle Central Varro District, Hayle Central Residential District) Technique (Sludge Bomb, Toxic, Thunder, Thunder Wave, Self-Destruct, Super Fang)


Industrial Strength Sludge

You crouched behind an overturned car as the smell threatened to overwhelm you. It wasn't just the thick smog that carpeted this district, making the air difficult to breath. Nor was it just the smell of pooling oil as the gas casket of a car was spilling over. No, it was mostly the ruptured pipe that ran underneath the road from one of Varro's main factories for crafting Potions and other healing supplies. You and a few other trainers had been hired by Varro Corp on the fly to fix the emergency. Usually the leftover sludge from the crafting process was shipped into the sewers and out to a bog where Pokemon were supposedly able to absorb the impact of the toxins into their systems and purify the waste.

However this time the sludge had mutated into a horde of grimer in the middle of a pipe. Now the road was half covered in animate purple goop and it felt as if the lot of you were in above your heads. However, as one Grimer, having shrunk itself using minimize, squeezed itself through the concrete at your feet, you stopped thinking about others and tried to avoid the spew of sludge that poured at you. Your vision was covered in purplish goop that killed your sense of smell as Gelver shot a massive bullet of water at the thing.

Important Archives: Profile (Mint, Varro PR Manager who briefed the team on the job), Travel (Varro Central Industrial District, Varro Healing Centers Factory), Technique (Psyshock, Teleport, Earthquake, Theif)


E4 Belle

Belle finished her song with a flourish as the lights attached to the ceiling of the massive arena swiveled to focus exclusively on her. Massive television screens hanging above the stadium zoomed in on her face, and she beamed, clearly enjoying the thunderous applause she was getting. The arena was packed. Mostly with youth and newer trainers, but there was also a certain number of people who looked a bit more serious. It was clear they weren't here for the concert, but what came after.

It hadn't been easy getting tickets to this concert/exhibition. Tickets were prohibitively expensive, and they'd already sold out by the time you even learned of the event. It had taken you betting nearly all of your money in a battle with a trainer. Thankfully you won, and here you sat, popcorn and sugary drink in hand, watching Belle of the Elite Four entertain her thousands of fans. As a 20 year old idol, she was incredibly young to be part of the Elite Four. Many compared her to Ibis. Both young, both extraordinarily skilled.

Belle brushed her long brown hair out of her face and caught her breath. She was wearing tight jeans and a designer T-shirt, her trademark cherrim pink lipstick clearly visible on the large screens. Hello Hayle Central!!! she cried. Did you all enjoy the concert? The crowd roared in unison, sound filling the room and making your ears hurt.

Well, we're just getting started. I'd like to welcome everybody to the stage a trainer challenging me as a member of the Elite Four. Fresh off her passage through Victory Road, she's finally entering the big leagues. Introducing Dorothy!

A girl, Dorothy, walked in. She wore a black dress that somehow reminded you of the witch clans of Zahaard, but she looked nothing like what you assumed a witch would be like. Looking like she was in her mid-20s, and her dirty blond hair hung down to her waist in a thick braid from underneath a rather floppy black hat. Underneath the slit that ran up her leg, you could make out her six Pokeballs. The crowd went wild as she stepped up to a platform looking out over the arena, which had been quickly transformed from the concert venue while Belle had addressed the crowd.

An announcer's voice came to life as Belle stepped up to her own platform. Welcome to this Elite Four Exhibition Match: Hayle's idol Belle versus the newcomer Dorothy!/B] The crowd exploded once more. This will be a 3v3 match, but trainers do not need to select which Pokemon they will use until it is released onto the field.

Dorothy quickly grabbed one of her Pokeballs, which must have been waiting for her on the platform, and a large Exploud landed on the field, its tails whipping excitedly. At the same time, Dorothy released a Gardevoir. As the psychic type quickly formed a prism of light that blasted at the Exploud, but it leaped in the air while inhaling deeply. There was an audible click as the audio turned off for the microphones of participants when Belle commanded:

Hertz, Boomburst

The arena shook, and you could feel the vibrations hundreds of feet away. The Gardevoir however, seemed completely unphased and, as the sound turned back on, you heard Dorothy comment [B]used Trace on Hertz's Soundproof. Glinda quickly let loose another blast of energy, this time a wide arc, that slammed into the midair Hertz and brought him to the ground with a crash. As the dust settled however, a wave of water consumed the dusty air and swallowed Glinda, bashing her against the floor. Hertz had used Surf.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that Dorothy was a talented battler. It was close, but in the end it came down to Belle's ace Chingling against Dorothy's starter, a Cacturne that had apparently been dubbed by the Gym Leaders as the 'Crucified Scarecrow'. The source of the nickname became clear when Dorothy Mega-Evolved it, apparently having found a Cacturnite, something no trainer had found other than her. It had pieces of wood sticking out of its elbows and held itself much as a crucified person would.

The battle from there was completely one-sided. While Belle's Chingling held its own, the type advantage was simply too much for the little bell to handle, and it fell to a barrage of nasty Dark Typed attacks.

And there we have it folks! The announcer cried as Belle and Dorothy shook hands. A talented challenger to the Elite Four has appeared. She's already got her next battle scheduled. Head to Armedius in a month to witness her battle Guard, the defensive Juggernaut! The crowd applauded one more time, and Dorothy waved, clearly enjoying the attention before she left for her dressing room.


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Profile Album (Belle, and Hertz her Exploud, Sonar her Crobat, and Clear her Chingling. Dorothy and Glinda her Gardevoir, Elphaba her Mismadgius, and Crucified Scarecrow her Cacturne). Travel (Hayle Center Contest Hall). Techniques (Moonblast, Psychic, Surf, Boomburst, Beat Up)


Darwin's Business Card

When you began to consider the business card that Darwin gave you over two weeks ago, it wasn't clear exactly how you were supposed to know what the heck it was supposed to be. I mean, it literally just had the image of a rising sun on it. That said, after some research, you discovered a string of training facilities, located in each city but Zahaard, that that offered training services for "gifted and talented trainers of all varieties, backgrounds, and inclinations." Trainers had to be accepted into the

The Armedius location was situated far outside the walls of the school, sitting on the edge of the town that itself was on the edge of the Academy's grounds. It was worn down, with its roof in need of repairs and a squeaky door. The room wasn't well lit, and you were greeted by a man who looked to be about 50 years old.

Welcome to the Rising Sun Training Facilities he said. Don't get many visitors around here, usually just people go up to the Academy. Not a fan of the place myself, I don't particularly like the way the league handles things, and the school's right in the League's pocket. He waited, obviously waiting for your response.

As the discussion progressed, the man kept casually weaving his dislike of the league into his descriptions of what they offered. Better training than a gym leader could provide, access to practical skills outside of the purely theoretical exercises that league battles represented, etc. Your gut told you that this was anything but random, that he was intentionally measuring your responses and attitude toward the league.

When he learned you were planning on joining the academy, his face grew dark, and he began to page through memos. Well I think we're done here then. I'm afraid we can't offer you a position at our training program. Have fun at that sham of a university. As he was looking through the mail and pointedly ignoring you, you caught the sight of a chess piece: a white knight set in front of the image of a king. Suddenly, you put the pieces together in a flash of inspiration.

Darwin had led you to a Jamba recruiting station.

Relevant Archives: Profile (Carl, desk person at Rising Sun Training Center Armedius Branch), Travel (Rising Sun Training Center Armedius Branch)

Guard vs Dorothy

Dorothy was not doing nearly as well this battle as she had against Belle. Guard had opened with his trademark Shuckle, which had, slowly and painfully, dismantled Tin Man (a Bisharp) with Infestation and Courage (a Pyroar) with a combination of Stealth Rocks and Toxic. And while the Shuckle looked worn down, it had already proved that it could heal back up without a problem using Rest.

And will Dorothy use her Crucified Scarecrow? The announce speculated excitedly. While it is her ace in the hole, it is extremely weak to Shuckle's Infestation move. Could Guard pull off a shut-out after Belle's defeat? It wouldn't be the first time a challenger has failed to defeat even a single one of his Pokemon! The crowd, which was nearly exclusively students of the university, were taking notes avidly. Many of the students were here because Guard was supposedly teaching a class in the next Trimester, and many because this was a chance to watch a master at work. The battle occurred in the Cosmos Arena, the massive battle dome in which the most illustrious battles at the Academy were held. While it didn't hold a candle to the Contest Hall that Belle performed in when looking at size, this place had a history going back centuries as the place where the region's greatest trainers had proven themselves.

Dorothy, dressed in the same getup as before, glared at the Shuckle. She seemed to be making a decision. I'm afraid I won't be using the Crucified Scarecrow she said, her voice amplified across the arena. And he [I]isn't my Ace. My starter certainly, but not my most powerful Pokemon. Of course, I didn't want to use her until I faced Chronos, but I suppose I don't have a choice at this point. Hearing that Cacturne was her starter was interesting, as her clothes indicated a Zahaard Fortress origin, but Cacnea would have clearly been given by Leo Blackwell of the Wrystone Nature Preserve.

She ignored the Pokeballs in front of her and reached into her pack, pulling out a small box, constructed nearly entirely of metal. As she lifted the lid, you felt a strange tingling sensation that you felt whenever near Tiny or Katie and their talking mons. You'd learned by now to turn it on and off at will. Dorothy removed the ball and held it gingerly in her hands. This is my ace.

In a flash of light, a massive, hulking, muscular Pokemon emerged. Covered in thick black fur with a blockish head and fangs as long as your forarms, it stood taller than an Aggron. You could see spittle falling from its mouth onto the floor, and its pelt rippled as it breathed heavy breaths. It was clearly a canine Pokemon, but you couldn't be sure what species as it was far, far from any species you were familiar with. You quickly activated your Symbolsight and saw a familiar sight. Arceus's symbol, shrouded in shadows, symbolizing the god when it held the Dread Plate, hung over the Pokemon, and only the Pokemon.

The boy next to you, who wore the badge of the top seat of the Academy's student council, dropped his pen in amazement. You heard him whisper to himself, almost in amazement, Cryptid

Toto, Eat.

Suckle. Aggron. Torkoal. All fell before it.

When the battle had ended, Guard was pale and the announcer was speechless. Even the students had stopped taking notes to witness the carnage. Finally, the announcer spoke up, his voice weak and wavery. And Dorothy wins her second Elite Four match. Her next bout is in two months in Serenity Town when she battles Shackle.

This time the crowd did not applaud. Dorothy did not wave. She simply left, walking alone into the night.

Profile (Guard, his Shuckle, Aggron and Torkoal who I don't feel like naming at the moment. Dorothy's mons Courage the Pyroar, Tin Man the Bisharp, and Toto the ???. ??? the head of student council) Travel (Armedius Academy [city], Armedius Academy [campus], Cosmos Arena, Koon's Gym). Technique (Iron Defense, Heavy Slam, Infestation, Stealth Rocks, Iron Head, Brick Break, Fire Blast, Hyper Voice, Crunch

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Angus Interludes

Meeting Lillian

Well thank you again child, Lillian said as she placed the delivery of eggs in a hatchery. I really do appreciate you doing this. I know it was dangerous, but all of my Gym Trainers have been so busy ensuring safety for the Harvest Festival in a few months, as Jamba has become increasingly active in these parts.

Lillian was an older woman, with more wrinkles than you could count. She seemed surprisingly spry in her step however, and did not move hunched like some people her age. She deftly handled the eggs with somebody with long experience hatching and training newborn Pokemon, which made sense for a trainer who was responsible for raising bug types for new trainers.

Now are you sure that you'd rather not have a Gym Battle? she asked with a wry smile. When you told her again that you weren't interested in the gyms, she sighed and responded. Well then, I suppose I'll need to do this then. She took your Trainer's License and quickly ran it through an archaic machine that looked much, much older than what you'd seen in Central.

There. You're now effectively considered a Rank 3 trainer. While you don't have the badges to challenge the league, this will allow you to travel to places like Hidden Oasis and back to Zahaard without needing an escort. In short, it's both a recognition of your talent and a token of my thanks. This way you will be able to travel back home if you choose to.

After some closing pleasantries you took your leave, heading back to the ranch to return the cart and Beaulah before you headed off on your journey.


The Ambush

You were just leaving the territory of Thousand Acres when it happened. Travelling on a dirt road surrounded by trees, three masked figures jumped out at you, each with a different colored monkey. They immediately launched Fire, Water, and Grass attacks at you and Gladia, and you received a nasty burn from the initial ember attack. While the humans themselves didn't battle, their Pokmeon were well trained and coordinated to attack you from all sides.

In fact, it seemed for a while that you would lose the battle easily, at least until Lamrock, who had gone off to look for truffles, came rocketing through the trees and slammed headfirst into the Fire Monkey (Pansear it was called you remembered). After one went down, the battle became remarkably easier, with Gladia able to act without fear of being melted down by the intense heat of the fire.

As you finished the battle up though, the three masked figures vanished into the trees, as agile as the Pokmeon they trained. The only thing you could find was a letter, dropped by one of the assailants, that read almost identically to the one which the piper who tried to steal the eggs had held. Serenity Town seemed to be where everything pointed to.


The Crimson Armor

After your first dream, you quickly recognized this as a dream which, while similar, was different in its own ways. You hadn't increased in power of skill, and your Pokemon hadn't suddenly evolved. Heck, it seemed as though you were nothing more than a ghost observing the scene. In fact, other than that this was occurring while you slept, there was no similarities to the previous dream other than the man in hulking red armor who had defeated you so thoroughly last time.

Now he stood with his massive greatsword training with another man, about your age, with his hair cropped close to his head. A tattoo you recognized as marking the boy as from the peasant class who had been born an indentured servant to work his whole life as a peasant, not even allowed to take the tests to become a trainer. The tattoo was a series of intricate patterns around his eyes, rings and loops that you understood to mean he had been trained as a serving boy. He appeared to be training with the armored man.

Now Albert the man intoned. Show me what you and Ophelia have learned. The boy, Albert, released from his Worldseed what you recognized to be a Honedge, though it had ridges that Gladia lacked. As Albert struck out with the blade, it seemed to you at first that he was an amateur, as he was far out of range of the large man. However, the blade extended at the ridges, strung together by metal cord, snaking around the man's legs, and bringing him to the ground with a thunderous crash. As the dust cleared, your sight activated once more, showing you the same signs over their heads as over yours (minus the mark of Regigigas), Arceus's cross, although theirs were shining like polished steel.

How was that master Pluto? Albert asked the figure.

Slow, replied to sword, though you could locate no mouth of any sort. Had he not wanted to be hit he would have avoided the strike altogether. It, like Gauntlet could talk. You weren't alone. And when you saw the insignia of a chess piece on his uniform, you knew that you weren't allies either.

The dream blurred out of focus. This time you did not visit Regigigas's chamber, but instead skipped that portion of last dream's pattern and woke up, sweating in your camp.


Family Correspondence

You were three days from Serenity, and the walk was rather lonely. However, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a shape circling in the sky. Only three days ago you'd faced a Knight from Jamba who was hunting you down; had he come for a second round? As the winged shape circled lower and lower however, you eventually recognized the shape as Rikash, your family's most reliable Skarmory messenger.

It spiraled downwards slowly, almost lazily, towards you. When it got close enough you finally spotted the waterproof case that you had expected to see. Rikash would not have come all this way without an important message, and it only made sense that they would keep it safe from the elements. It landed about thirty feet in front of you on a convenient stump, holding its leg out expectantly. When you had untied the cylinder, Rikash flew off with a squawk: obviously no return message had been requested. The letter inside was relatively short, brief and to the point, written earlier in the week.



Angus,

Much has changed since you challenged the gym with your demon sword. Since my return Father has been difficult, secretive, and irritable. He would have secret meetings and meet with shady figures. I had no choice but to report him to Cross, captain of the Guard. Then, two days ago father was executed by Androssi for attempting to stage a coup against Androssi. I have taken over as head of the Order of the Fiery Lance, and while I do not like you, I do not believe that you should have been disowned. Fraternizing with the arcane is a great sin, and I will never forgive you for that, or for your part in Father's death. However, you are no longer banished from the Tower of Fire.

Brian

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Dominic Interludes


These are kind of sparse, but if you'd like to add any particular moments (capturing a pokemon in particular, training montage, special moment, whatever) go for it at some point in your first post in a way that's just separated from the post proper. Or you could just do a post with that stuff before your first official post I guess.

Power And Lights (Part 1): The Ferris Wheel

It was the day after your battle with Teller. Still feeling the pizza in your stomach, you decided to visit the Power and Lights District to celebrate the recent victory. Arlo rode on you head as you wandered through the amusement park which took up nearly a full quarter of the district. Admission was cheap, and the place was packed with people. Families, happy couples, groups of friends, and lone trainers all visited the place to enjoy a sunny day.

Arlo was perched on your back, which drew a few glances, but mostly just amounted to a small girl running up and asking if she could pet him. After she left, you ended up in line for the Ferris wheel, a massive eye that looked out over the city, giving those who did not regularly climb the city skyscrapers a chance to see the entire city. Deadshot in particular seemed to be enjoying himself, although it took a bit of effort to keep him from shooting his spines at the other cars ‘because he could’.

As your particular car swung through the bottom of its arc and advanced back up into the sky, a familiar itch entered your mind, the same that appeared when you looked at Adam. You activated your symbolsight and quickly located the source of the itching. Three Jamba Pawns were weaving their way through some of the brushes next to an artificial cliff, invisible to any on the ground and airborne individuals not looking specifically for them. They were led by a man whose face you could not make out, but who touted his own symbol above his head, a semitransparent one with mist hanging at its edges.

When you got back to the ground, they were gone, but news reports that night said that two attractions had to be closed for repairs after vital parts mysteriously went missing after the workers suffered from a mysterious spontaneous bout of sleep. Even after talking to security, no tapes watched the path the Jamba pawns took, and you had no face to identify, meaning the mystery of the Prime who worked with Jamba was left a mystery.


Power and Lights Part 2: The Krookodile Club

The Krookodile Club was the largest casino in all of Hayle. While most towns – Hidden Oasis excluded – had a casino of some sort, the Krookodile Club was the casino. It was large enough to challenge even the Game Corner of Celadon City in terms of Grandeur, and they let adults and minors with trainer licenses in without a problem. The rooms were many and crowded, even on the main floor where the majority of people played. You were denied access to VIP rooms despite your best efforts, and they had Arlo return to his ball, citing rules regarding Pokemon being on the floor. You also had a bracelet slapped on you to suppress any psionic, mystic, aura, or elemental powers that might give you an extra edge at the tables.

While you wandered through, you played some of the basic games: Kanto Holdem, Five Card Draw, Blackjack, Roulette, and Slots. You also watched a most fascinating game of Casino Carousal: a card game in which two teams played each other in a manner similar to poker, but with the losers drinking alcohol between hands, giving the winning team a greater and greater edge. This game was off limits to you even with a trainer license.

However, you eventually found yourself in the arena, a place where gamblers bet on the results of cage fights. Sometimes these were traditional league battles, sometimes trainers stepped in as well, and sometimes it was just a sumo wrestler trying to take down a Machamp with pure weight. You stood around, chatted, and cast a couple bets on the battles going on (you were right to bet on the Machamp).
After about an hour of hanging around and casting bets, a young trainer with the Metro Badge clipped to his collar came up to you. “You’re the one from the TV special aren’t you?” he said, voice thick with a rural Thousand Acres accent. It sounded like a sock was stuffed in his mouth. “That was quite the battle, but I’d like to see you work in reality before I accept you as a rival for the title of Champion. The name’s Therras. Care for a match in the cage? Pokemon only of course.”

When it was announced that the star of the recent TV special was going to battle, there was significant interest from the crowd for such a low level match (usually the big spenders only paid attention to higher level matches). The bets were heavily against you, as it seemed that Therras was a regular the casino and had a track record of victory. Even so, it only took Arlo’s combination of Defense Curl and Rollout to take out his Beedrill, and his Larvesta starter fell soon after, giving you a clean victory and a nice chunk of change for winning the house so much money. It also increased your notoriety, as winning big matches like this could draw the attention of powerful patrons who might choose to follow your progress as you continued as a trainer.



E4 Belle

Belle finished her song with a flourish as the lights attached to the ceiling of the massive arena swiveled to focus exclusively on her. Massive television screens hanging above the stadium zoomed in on her face, and she beamed, clearly enjoying the thunderous applause she was getting. The arena was packed. Mostly with youth and newer trainers, but there was also a certain number of people who looked a bit more serious. It was clear they weren't here for the concert, but what came after.

It hadn't been easy getting tickets to this concert/exhibition. Tickets were prohibitively expensive, and they'd already sold out by the time you even learned of the event. It had taken you betting nearly all of your money in a battle with a trainer. Thankfully you won, and here you sat, popcorn and sugary drink in hand, watching Belle of the Elite Four entertain her thousands of fans. As a 20 year old idol, she was incredibly young to be part of the Elite Four. Many compared her to Ibis. Both young, both extraordinarily skilled.

Belle brushed her long brown hair out of her face and caught her breath. She was wearing tight jeans and a designer T-shirt, her trademark cherrim pink lipstick clearly visible on the large screens. Hello Hayle Central!!! she cried. Did you all enjoy the concert? The crowd roared in unison, sound filling the room and making your ears hurt.

Well, we're just getting started. I'd like to welcome everybody to the stage a trainer challenging me as a member of the Elite Four. Fresh off her passage through Victory Road, she's finally entering the big leagues. Introducing Dorothy!

A girl, Dorothy, walked in. She wore a black dress that somehow reminded you of the witch clans of Zahaard, but she looked nothing like what you assumed a witch would be like. Looking like she was in her mid-20s, and her dirty blond hair hung down to her waist in a thick braid from underneath a rather floppy black hat. Underneath the slit that ran up her leg, you could make out her six Pokeballs. The crowd went wild as she stepped up to a platform looking out over the arena, which had been quickly transformed from the concert venue while Belle had addressed the crowd.

An announcer's voice came to life as Belle stepped up to her own platform. Welcome to this Elite Four Exhibition Match: Hayle's idol Belle versus the newcomer Dorothy!/B] The crowd exploded once more. This will be a 3v3 match, but trainers do not need to select which Pokemon they will use until it is released onto the field.

Belle quickly grabbed one of her Pokeballs, which must have been waiting for her on the platform, and a large Exploud landed on the field, its tails whipping excitedly. At the same time, Dorothy released a Gardevoir. The psychic type quickly formed a prism of light that blasted at the Exploud, but Hertz leaped in the air while inhaling deeply. There was an audible click as the audio turned the microphones off when Belle commanded:

Hertz, Boomburst

The arena shook, and you could feel the vibrations hundreds of feet away. The Gardevoir however, seemed completely unphased and, as the sound turned back on, you heard Dorothy comment [B]- used Trace on Hertz's Soundproof. Glinda quickly let loose another blast of energy, this time a wide arc, that slammed into the midair Hertz and brought him to the ground with a crash. As the dust settled however, a wave of water consumed the dusty air and swallowed Glinda, bashing her against the floor. Hertz had used Surf.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that Dorothy was a talented battler. It was close, but in the end it came down to Belle's ace Chingling against Dorothy's starter, a Cacturne that had apparently been dubbed by the Gym Leaders as the 'Crucified Scarecrow'. The source of the nickname became clear when Dorothy Mega-Evolved it, apparently having found a Cacturnite, something no trainer had found other than her. It had pieces of wood sticking out of its elbows and held itself much as a crucified person would.

The battle from there was completely one-sided. While Belle's Chingling held its own, the type advantage was simply too much for the little bell to handle, and it fell to a barrage of nasty Dark Typed attacks.

And there we have it folks! The announcer cried as Belle and Dorothy shook hands. A talented challenger to the Elite Four has appeared. She's already got her next battle scheduled. Head to Armedius in a month to witness her battle Guard, the defensive Juggernaut! The crowd applauded one more time, and Dorothy waved, clearly enjoying the attention before she left for her dressing room.

Unfortunately you missed her battle with Guard, as you were in Thousand Acres at the time. However, records of the battle were saved in the Armedius Library's Archives, meaning you could access it at a later date.


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A Day on the Ranch

You’re quite lucky youngster Lillian said as she looked at you, In that the only chores you have to do for a whole 24 hours is retrieve the honey from my Combeehive, milk my lovely herd of Miltank, and move my Tauros to another pasture. By ranching standards, this would be what the young folks these days call 'a walk on the beach'.

Lillian's eyes twinkled. You both knew that the tasks she had assigned you would be nowhere near as simple as she had made them out to be. Still, it was what you had to do to obtain the Harvest Badge since you decided to forgo the normal battle style in favor of something a bit more ... interesting.

Now don't worry about getting hurt, she said. You young people have the bones to get hurt now and again. It's much more of a hassle when you're old, so enjoy getting beat up while its still a bit of fun. You weren't entirely sure if she were joking, but Lillian didn't give you a chance to inquire, as she opened the door to the ranch house and tottered off, using her walking cane only occasionally for balance on the rough ground.

24 hours later, Lillian presented you with the Hive Badge,

Oh yeah badges. Metro Badge is a held/accessory item granting poison immunity. Hive Badge forces its holder to take average damage instead of rolling

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Adam Interludes

These are kind of sparse, but if you'd like to add any particular moments (capturing a pokemon in particular, training montage, Pokemon seeing ocean for the first time, whatever) go for it at some point in your first post in a way that's just separated from the post proper. Or you could just do a post with that stuff before your first official post I guess.

Friends in Central Places

You had found Roslin when visiting an old cafe that you had visited as kids - they had the best ice cream in Residential District 8. She was drinking coffee now, and she had a book open in front of her. When she saw you come in, she blinked in surprise and waved you over. He wild red curls remained unconstrained as they had in her childhood, but she seemed to have discontinued skirts in favor of more practical jeans and t-shirt. She had a few earrings, likely faux gold, and a stainless steel ring sat on her middle finger, carved in a twisting pattern. Her book was one of the cheap Harlequin romances sold in convenience stores around the city.

"Adam! How are you?" she asked when you sat down. "I saw you on TV the other day. So you're a trainer now, just like you always said you would. And going to be a Ranger no less? You haven't changed a bit have you? "

Conversation quickly turned to reminiscing about your childhood. She had only known you for two years. And although you had kept in touch for a few years afterwards, you had grown apart as people do when they move apart. Still though, she seemed excited to see you again, and slipping back into conversation was as natural as could be with a six year gap since your last chat with each other.

However, it seemed as though Marissa's fortunes fell while yours had risen. She had always planned to own a Skitty Cafe, one where patrons could order coffee and play with her collection of cat Pokemon. However, it seemed as though being a trainer just wasn't in the cards for her. "The third time I lost the starter battle it wasn't even really my fault. Teller's Bulbasaur just got a critical hit against the Pachurisu I was using. It's not like you can really do anything to prevent that - especially with younger Pokemon. But that's what meant that I could never own a Pokemon. I don't even want to challenge the league or win badges. I just want to breed Skitty and open a cafe. But now if I do that I'll be arrested for illegally running a business with Pokemon, maybe by you once you become a Ranger. I just don't understand why the laws are so strict. "

She sighed, shut her book, and sipped from her coffee. "But there's no use crying over spilled milk I suppose. What's done is done. Now I work in one of Varro's marts, selling Pokemon accessories to trainers. Not that I'd ever be allowed to shop there without a license, but its a living. Trainers make good money you know? They've got to spend it somewhere. Anyways, tell me more about your travels."

The two of you continued talking for a while, though the subject never returned to Pokemon training, and eventually Marissa said that she had to get to her shift at work and ducked out, leaving you to explore your old neighborhood once more to see if you could find old friends in old haunts.

Intuition DC 14 (use your level 6 level of Intuition)


You sense more than just sadness when she talks about not being able to own pokemon. Deep in her words was resentment towards you (and all trainers really), though she tries to just put on a sad face.




Hide and Sneak

"Let's have some fun!" Ibis cried, cradling her pink teddiursa bear Poppet. She had toted the thing around while you had trained against some gym trainers and as you followed her down into the basement of this strange gym in order to have your battle. Despite the town's reputation as a solemn one, this 15 year old has turned main gym space into a repository for stuffed Pokemon - dolls, not taxidermy samples. She wore a frilly dress and pink bows to hold pigtails that ran completely at odds with the vibe of the rest of the town.

Still though, she was considered by many to be one of the most promising trainers that Hayle had seen in a millennia. At 15, the age when most trainers could only begin taking their starter challenges, Ibis had already obtained her title as Gym Leader, and one of the more powerful ones at that. Everybody was greatly awaiting the annual Gym Leader exhibition, which would be held in the middle of summer, several months from now.

Now, standing on a platform with her, her lack of height seemed to throw you off. You looked down onto a large labyrinth, a maze of interlocking corridors and dead ends. Some of the passages would be too narrow for a large Pokemon, and others required the Pokemon to have flight or an extremely large jumping ability. The arena was currently lit by ceiling lights, but you knew those would turn off soon in favor of a few select lamps to light specific sections of the maze and leave others in total darkness.

As you made final preparations for the battle, including distributing the badge designating your 'it', you glanced over at Ibis. She was completely unaware of where her Pokemon were headed, although they no doubt knew exactly where they were supposed to go. Instead she was reading over what looked to be some sort of hand-drawn chart. You heard her mutter words like "Rank 2 ... can't use too much power ... screw up by using my Ace again ... try not to be too overwhelming ... no advanced strategies ... leave openings in defenses ... " You remembered hearing rumors that Ibis had trouble holding back in battle, tending to go forward with as much force as she could muster.

When she had finally reviewed her notes, she looked up, a smile spreading across her face. Ready!, and the battle began.

It was certainly a difficult one. You discovered quickly that Ibis's 'it' was her Shuppet, which she kept in the dark portions of the cave. Still though, it didn't make getting past her Sneseal or Umbreon any easier. She managed to locate your 'it' as well, and began targeting the Pokemon ruthlessly. However, after Duke roasted the Sneseal with a well-placed attack, the end seemed to be a forgone conclusion. The numbers just didn't add up in her favor. Still though, the battle was much harder than even Teller's, and you could feel the strength of her battling even though she was holding back.

After the battle ended, Ibis seemed pouty, like a child whose toy was taken away. Apparently she was a sore loser even when she was holding back. As you left the gym, she called after you, "If you ever become a Challenger-class trainer, come find me. We'll have a real battle then, and I won't have to go easy on you." And with that, she trotted back inside, Poppet trailing behind her.


Trouble in Paradise

You had just arrived in Stormwrack and checked into one of the Pokemon Centers near the ocean when the horns started blaring. You knew the sound well: a monsoon siren. Soon the entire city would be engulfed in the mysterious and powerful storms that came upon the city. And while the Pokemon Centers were well equipped to handle the situation, they were also refuges for those who could not afford housing guaranteed to withstand the heavy winds and rains of the storm. You and several other trainers were sent instead to the Gym, as you would be more at home there than non-trainer civilians.

The walk was long, halfway across town. As you walked, you saw heavy shutters being closed over windows, bolts being latched, and entire playground sets being moved inside special garages. The people of the town were used to this; it happened every few months after all.

The Stormwrack Harbor Gym was darker in the evening than it was during the day. The lights which shone in the training rooms, battle arenas, and administrative offices were all off, other than those which needed to be left on for the guests. Even in the darkness though, the Gym was not quiet. A few trainers who worked for the gym were moving in the latest shipment of starter Pokemon, fresh from the breeders in Thousand Acres Ranch and the fish farms from one of the islands out at sea. They worked under the direct supervision of Augustus, and, while you weren't allowed in the room, you overheard him making a comment that all would be gone through diligently so that Jamba couldn't sneak another rampaging Gyarados into the mix to attack whichever poor soul released it.

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When morning came the storm had ended, and you were released from the bolted doors of the gym to walk back to your home Pokemon Center. As you walked, you saw several houses torn down, trees fallen, and garbage everywhere. This storm had been worse than most. Usually there wasn't too much damage as the buildings and trees were used to the abuse.

Homeowners were slowly picking through the rubble. Those lucky enough to have gotten Trainer Licenses as kids had their Pokemon help, and Conkeldurr were especially common. It was slow going for those without Pokemon however, and some obstacles, like fallen trees, would be impossible to move until the benevolence of those with extra muscle in the form of Pokemon were finished with their own yards.

It dawned on you as you walked through the rubble just how much owning a Pokemon meant in this world, and the kind of people you'd likely be helping if you ended up as a Ranger.


Under Da Sea

It was nearly two months after getting your second badge, and you finally felt ready to take on the Stormwrack Gym. With the majority of the battle taking place underwater, it was essential to have your own water type. Thankfully, you'd acquired a water type who would do nicely for this little tactical exercise. The battle took place on a half sunken battleship, with several walkways and platforms from the ship's natural form rising above the water while most lay underwater.

You held a radar, and was equipped with a rebreather, which would allow you to breathe underwater for up to five minutes. All of your Pokemon had rebreathers as well. You would need the extra time, as several of Augustus's Pokemon enjoyed grappling opponents underwater. His Gyarados was especially nasty, and it was said to lurk near the flag, meaning one of you would have to face it eventually.

Augustus himself was underwater. No rebreather for him - apparently he'd acquired gills at some point during his life. Usually those kinds of shenanigans were reserved for Zahaard Fortress, but he seemed to be the exception rather than the rule. Your team stood on the main bridge, ready to either dive in or climb/jump down ladders and platforms to the water. A single light informed you of when you could begin. It turned yellow, then green, and the battle was one.

As you searched frantically for the flag in the half-murky waters, you encountered tentacles, sea serpents, and sea lions. There was one particular moment when his Gyardos was wrapped around you, Ice Fangs dug into your side, when you thought you might lose consciousness. Thistle came to your rescue though, swimming awkwardly through the water, to shoot a barrage of vines at the Pokemon and drive it off enough to get you out of its reach and onto dry land. Then it was a mad dash and climb to the top of the ship where you narrowly avoided a few well placed Spike Cannons from a Cloyster in order to defeat the Gym Leader. While it was a close battle, it was so unlike any other battle you'd had that you weren't sure exactly how well you did compared to other trainers.

Augustus seemed happy with you though, and he awarded you the Tide Badge with happy grace, much unlike Ibis's stubbornness. He was a lighthearted man, a treasure hunter, and he was happy to write you a letter of recommendation to the Ranger Academy for entry. And with that, you were set to begin your next large journey - that of a ranger. If you made the cut, that is.

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Marcus: Chapter 2 Begins

When you had informed Koon that you wanted to battle using his secret battle, his eyes lingered on yours for a long second before he nodded in agreement. His white dress shirt was rumpled and stylishly untucked, and he wore a black tie loosley around his neck. He tied his light blond hair back into a short ponytail using a thick blue fabric imprinted with several designs. A golden hoop clung around his upper arm, and several silver rings adorned his fingers. He was in his early 30s, still youthful compared to the likes of Lillian. He seemed almost hipster, and certainly not what one might expect of an academic. The Kreino room is back this way, he said, leading you through one of the side doors and down a series of hallways.

The room itself was large, with a checkered black and white 6x6 board built into the floor using high quality marble. Two command platforms sat on each side looking out over the battlefield. A series of 7 pieces sat on each side of the court, again made out of black and white marble. They had felted bottoms to keep from scratching the board. After researching the game, you quickly became familiarized with the rules and knew each of the pieces. Champion, Ram, Rider, Wizard, General, Assassin, and Shield. The Champion was a human, standing proud and strong with staff in hand. The ram was a Rampardos, head ducked to crash into opponents. The rider was a Flygon, on which a small human figure was mounted, its bulbed eyes surveying the battlefield. The Wiard stood tall as an Alakazam, spoons gripped tightly in hand. The General was represented by a Slowking, piercing gaze crafting strategies. The assassin was a Scyther, wicked blades long and sharp. Finally stood a Bronzor for the Shield, its circular frame ready to intercept attacks.

Koon ran his hands over the marble surface of one of the pieces. For this game, I will take black, meaning that you will have the first move. Have you decided which Pokemon you wish to battle with? His own four Pokemon, a Gallade, Hypno, Mawlie, and Togekiss, appeared in flashes of red light as Koon quickly activated his Pokeballs.


A quick reposting of the rules. Also you get 5 Pokemon! Both the Kreino board and the battle map are up. You'll need to select which pieces your mons are replacing as well.

A traditional strategy game in Hayle, Kreino has begun to fall in popularity compared to similar games such as chess. As with many strategic games, Kreino is played with pieces on a 6x6 checkered black and white board, with each team playing as either black or white. White always goes first (Koon takes black in his challenges). A normal game functions in much the same way as chess, with players taking turns to move different pieces to capture an opponent’s piece with the ultimate goal of capturing the Champion. Inspired by a pokemon team, each side manipulates seven pieces. Six of these are the pokemon on the trainer’s team, while the most essential piece, the Champion, represents the trainer themselves. When the Champion is captured the game ends.

However, in Koon’s version of the game, pokemon (and potentially trainers) take the place of pieces. The pokemon are limited by their piece’s movement and attack capabilities. However, the process of capturing pieces functions differently than normal when interacting with these poke-pieces, able to inflict damage or status conditions on live pokemon. There are four possible results when one piece attempts to capture another, with the options listed below.
Attacker & Defender are Standard Pieces: capture of defending piece occurs as normal, attacking piece remains on the field. In a normal game, the entire game occurs in this state.
Attacker & Defender are Poke-Pieces: the pokemon battle, and the fainted pokemon are considered captured and removed from the field.
Attacker is Poke-Piece, Defender is Standard Piece: capture of defending piece occurs as normal, attacking piece remains on the field.
Attacker is Standard Piece, Defender is Poke-Piece: the defending Poke-Piece suffers from whatever effect listed in the piece description below for the attacking piece. The attacking piece is then removed from the game, leaving the defending Poke-Piece on the field.

Movement capabilities and the attacking effects for each piece are listed below. Unless otherwise specified, a piece can capture any piece in a space that it can legally shift into. At the start of a match, players place their pieces in the 1st and 2nd rows, with no more than 3 pieces in the second row. Additionally, in between the 3rd and 4th row is a wall. Each section of the wall can be broken by a piece ‘capturing’ a square cardinally adjacent to that section of wall. The magician may jump this wall.

Champion: The Champion piece can shift 1 square in any direction. The game ends if the Champion is captured and, in Koon’s version of the game, the Champion must be a Poke-Piece, meaning it will never have a special attack effect.
Ram: The Ram can shift up to 2 squares up/down or left/right and may not jump pieces. If attacking a Poke-Piece, it deals four ticks of damage to the pokemon.
Rider: The Rider can move up/down, left/right, and diagonally as far as it likes, although it may not jump other pieces. If attacking a Poke-Piece, it deals two ticks of damage to the pokemon.
Wizard: The Wizard shifts 2 squares in any cardinally adjacent direction, jumping the middle squares. If attacking a Poke-Piece, it inflicts one of the following conditions on the pokemon: burn, poison, or paralysis.
General: The General shifts on the up/down and left/right directions and cannot jump pieces.. If attacking a Poke-Piece, it inflicts one of the following conditions on the pokemon: rage, suppress, or sleep.
Assassin: The Assassin shifts diagonally and cannot jump pieces. If attacking a Poke-Piece, it lowers the target’s defense and special defense combat stages by 2.
Shield: The Shield can shift one square in any direction, however it cannot capture pieces in such a manner and cannot shift into a square occupied by another piece in order to capture that piece. However, if an allied piece cardinally adjacent to the Shield is attacked, the Shield may instigate a priority shift and attack against the opposing piece and shift into that square. When defending against most pieces the shield shifts to the square adjacent to the piece it is defending in the path of its attacker or on top of its attacker if the attacker was already cardinally adjacent to the Shield’s defendee. In the case of the Magician attacking, the Shield shifts to the Magician’s square and counterattacks. This counterattack destroys the opposing piece before it can attack (if that piece is a Standard Piece) or inflicts -2 combat stages in Attack and Special Attack to an attacking pokemon in addition to cancelling the attack. The Shield is still destroyed when attacking a Poke-Piece in such a manner.

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Angus: Interactive Interludes

Interlude 1: Got a Bone to Pick With Me?

Once more you found yourself on the road to Hayle Central. After checking out a map, you realized it was the quickest way to get to Serenity Town. While walking down one of the side paths - there were less machines and cars on these as the road was less even - you heard a sound that reminded you of the training yards.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

It wasn't quite the sound of a training sword on armor, but it was close. It simply lacked the metallic ring that came with wood on metal. It sounded like it was coming from off the path, although not too far by the sound of it.

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Those in Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Space Stones:
An Interactive Interlude

After a week of investigation into your mysterious assailants from Jamba, you found yourself at the safehouse mentioned in the note that you lifted. You had only learned the address and the name Glass, and even that had been hard enough. The safe house was, curiously, unlocked, and you found yourself walking into the house, one which seemed like any other house on this suburban block of Central. There was a living room with bookshelves, couches, and little pictures of people visiting places around the world. There was a couch, unimpressive and covered in a few food stains. There was even a cookbook on the coffee table.

You advanced through the hallway and down into the basement. This was much less homy than above, with concrete floors, guns hanging from the walls, and pokeballs in neat rows on a shelf. There was a book on a pedestal. You walked forwards and opened it. There were 18 pages. Each page was topped with the word Prime, preceded by one of the eighteen elemental types. Underneath was either a picture of a person – usually with a Pokemon – or a stock image human outline on a gray background. Oftentimes information was listed, names, battle styles, contacts, etc. Each page also had a ‘Cryptid’ section, with information on a Pokemon and its abilities.

You were the sixth entry, the words GRASS PRIME above a picture of you and Deadshot. Adam was three pages later, listed as FIRE PRIME.

However, just as you were processing the information properly, the book suddenly flew out of your hands, yanked by some invisible force. It sailed across the room to the doorway that, previously to this moment, had been hidden behind a tapestry of ancient Hayle, before the league was formed. The hand that caught the book belonged to a woman. A tall, platinum blond, exceedingly gorgeous woman, although her features were somewhat distorted by her perfectly clear glass mask. She was accompanied by a Mr. Mime that was waggling its fingers at you. She wore transparent robes that showed stylish clothing underneath, and a chess piece, a white bishop, indicated that this woman was far, far out of your league. You’d heard that Bishops were individuals who had achieved at least 6 badges before joining Jamba, most having lost to Chronos and evicted from the league after winning 8 badges and beating the Elite 4.
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to touch what isn't yours? She said. But I must thank you for walking right into my abode. My name is Glass. I believe my subordinate made your acquaintance outside of Hidden Oasis?

Before you could respond the Mime sent a blast of energy at you, forcing you to leap to the right – and straight into an invisible wall. As it shot beam after beam at you, you found yourself lost in a maze of invisible walls that were constantly shifting as Glass issued commands to her Mime. Arlo managed to break down a few walls, but it quickly became apparent that he would soon faint under the barrage to psychic attacks.

Just as the dark feeling of defeat began to wash over you, Glass and her Pokemon suddenly fell into the ceiling. It was the strangest thing to see someone land on a ceiling like it was the ground. In the doorway you were trying to reach was a woman whose black hair was tied in an elegant bun and wearing a Kimono in a traditional Hayle style. It was a murky dark purple, and covered with pricks of light that looked like stars. She turned her head to you, and you immediately recognized her as Lune, the Champion before Chronos.

What’s this? she said. I came to flush out a Jamba rat, but it seems like my visit was more fortuitous than I had imagined. Her voice was deep for a woman's, but it was stern and forceful. Glass tried to speak, but a Beeheyem floated out from behind Lune and sent a blast of energy at it. Glass fell to the floor without making a sound. Lune turned to look at you, seemingly unconcerned with what had just happened. That’s better. Now, I believe that the two of us should have a chat young one, as it seems like there’s more going on to this whole affair than meets the eye, and you’re wrapped up in it.


Make a Focus Check! For every 5 Points you may choose a Prime Type and memorize the information associated with it. If one or more of your choices ends up being one which little to no information was recorded, you will have the option to remember the little information provided (without knowing how valuable that info would be or how much is there) or pick another type to check out.

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Adam: Chapter 2 Begins


This isn't the official start of the chapter, and there won't be any combat. Just a short conversation before we skip ahead to your final exam to become a ranger.

Congrats! You're a Ranger!

With a mighty roar, Duke took down the Zebstrika in front of him, his fangs glowing as if they had been drawn from a forge. The opposing trainer returned his Pokemon and looked quite upset with herself. Patrick Marros, the person administering the Ranger admissions system, was nodding and taking notes. You'd fought this battle immediately after a grueling obstacle course which had been preceded by an even more grueling pen and paper examination. There were about fifty people applying to be a ranger when you had arrived. While everyone would technically be accepted, 30 had already dropped out simply from the difficulty of the tests and the promise that they couldn't move on until they could master what, in your eyes, were simple examinations of intelligence, physique, and skill.

"Adam, Tress, good work both of you. You're both accepted into the Rangers for basic training. Tress, you'll be in G group. Adam, you're in B group." Patrick told the two of you. The Groups corresponded with who soon you would be taking the examination to graduate from basic training. The more skilled you were deemed, the more quickly you could pass through training. Nobody had ever been placed immediately into A Group, and B Groupers were rare sights. You must have impressed somebody.

You were shown to your dorm, which you would share with your fellow recruits. The beds were bunked in one long room, three to a bunk. It was rather spartan, but this was simply another way in which the Rangers weeded out those who couldn't handle discomfort, something that Rangers had to deal with. Thankfully you only had to be here for a few weeks before your final examination.

After unpacking your sparse belongings, you sat waiting, as per instructions, for over an hour. Finally you heard the sound of thumping feet, and you got that same itch in the back of your head that you had when you saw the symbols above Dominic and Deadshot's heads. The Ranger Trainees streamed in, nodding politely at you, greeting you, and welcoming you to the crew. Apparently they had been told you were arriving. There were maybe 15 of them. The last to come in was Niels, your old rival from Wrystone. He looked thrilled to see you and waved happily.

Then you both saw the symbols above each other's heads. His made of stone. Yours on fire.

"We should probably talk somewhere private I guess"

[Prehysterical]

Angus: Interactive Interludes

Interlude 1: Got a Bone to Pick With Me?

Once more you found yourself on the road to Hayle Central. After checking out a map, you realized it was the quickest way to get to Serenity Town. While walking down one of the side paths - there were less machines and cars on these as the road was less even - you heard a sound that reminded you of the training yards.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

It wasn't quite the sound of a training sword on armor, but it was close. It simply lacked the metallic ring that came with wood on metal. It sounded like it was coming from off the path, although not too far by the sound of it.
Since this is not the official start of Chapter 2 for Angus, I will put these posts in Spoilers to make things easier for the other players to keep track of.
His curiosity stirred, Angus moves off of the path and goes to investigate the noise. Definitely not a lumberjack... Perhaps there is a dojo nearby?

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Since this is not the official start of Chapter 2 for Angus, I will put these posts in Spoilers to make things easier for the other players to keep track of.
His curiosity stirred, Angus moves off of the path and goes to investigate the noise. Definitely not a lumberjack... Perhaps there is a dojo nearby?

It's not a huge deal, feel free to just post like normal

As you walked toward the noise you began to hear Pokemon noises, although you didn't recognize the species. Eventually you spied what appeared to be a small brown Pokemon wielding a bone of all things, with a similar helmet on his head. It was about five feet from a tree and kept throwing the bone at it, hitting the same spot of worn-away bark before the bone arced back to its hands.

It hadn't noticed you yet.

[Arcran]

On The Train
Marcus sits back in the train car with Tiny and Katie, Gelver asleep at his side, Tiny and Katie idly talking. Marcus, of course, had other things on his mind, namely the notes he was jotting down in one of his journals. His journal of people was getting rather full; he hadn't realized just how many people he'd actually met until he leafed through the pages of the book. Gym Leaders, Trainers, and now two people with a strange element connection, just like him, with comparable Pokemon. It was strange, although not altogether unwanted.

Still, unless he was mistaken, Tiny and Katie were going to end up being some of the stronger Trainers in the region someday, which meant documenting there every technique, their every Pokemon and, of course, whatever he can find out about their talking Pokemon. Marcus' pen continues to glide across the page, filling in new notes.


Tink
Trainer: Tiny
Species: Mime Jr.
Notes: One of the Pokemon with the same capabilites as Quicksilver, Tiny appears...

The boy stops writing for a moment as Katie and Tiny laugh at some joke, closing his journal for a moment and setting it aside. That could wait; he'd only be with these two for a little longer.

Facing Down Teller
Marcus wipes his brow, getting rid of some of the sweat that had accumulated on it. Teller had been a far closer battle than Lillian, that much was certain. Still, between Quicksilver's parkour capabilities and Comiter's natural prowess against the Gym they had managed to win. Gelver had certainly proven himself in this fight as well; he'd taken out the Weezing single-handedly. The Trainer makes a quick mental note that the current training regimens were certainly adequate to make his Pokemon combat-capable, before taking his items and following the Gym attendant to the labs. While he hadn't been particularly planning on going there, he did need a new pair of glasses...

Industrial Strength Sludge
"Gelver, one more shot!" Marcus cries, voice muffled by the sludge all over his body, diving to the side as the Grimer keeps coming forward, yanking out a Pokeball as he does so. The Frogadier complies, a powerful jet tearing through the liquid form of the Grimer. In that instant, Marcus flings a Pokeball into the hole, the ball activating to suck the Grimer in around it, finally stopping the shaking as it flashes red.

"Just what we need to take down Koon, right?" Marcus asks Gelver with a wide grin that is tempered somewhat by Gelver's complete lack of response other than a bored yawn.

Elite Four Belle
Marcus watches in awe at the two titans battling back and forth, scribbling down notes as the waves of sound pour over the arena and the mics toggle on and off. The Crucified Scarecrow draws a surprised gasp from Marcus, the boy scribbling down notes in his journal as quickly as he could. An undiscovered Mega Evolution? Marcus can't help but feel excited when he hears where Dorothy is headed next; it would seem he was going to be able to see her next battle as well. Maybe he could pick up a few new tricks there as well?

Darwin's Business Card
Marcus glared at the clerk as he was asked to leave, finally discerning what the location was. Jamba tries to murder him and Puck in the middle of the woods, then is able to just operate in the middle of his academy? Like hell that was going to happen. Without wasting any time, Marcus makes his way straight to the authorities. While he'd like to trash the place himself, that would just get him in trouble.

Nidoking
"Alright Icon, you ready?" Marcus says with a note of concern in his voice. He knew that Evolution was both natural and necessary for Icon's continued growth, but the thought still scared him. Gelver and Quicksilver sat by the Trainer's side, ready to jump in if the evolution caused Icon too much distress.

The Nidorino gives on short, decisive nod before prodding the Moon Stone his his horn, beginning to glow brightly as his form warped and changed, becoming larger and larger by the second. With a bright flash it's over, a towering Nidoking stands before Marcus, taking the boy back to the Nidoqueen he and his whole team had faced down to capture one of his oldest companions. And now he had one on his side.

Looking at the two, it would have been hard to tell if Marcus or Icon was grinning wider.

The Fountain at Armedius
Marcus sat at the side of a small fountain, Pokedex open as we watches Koon battle over and over again. He'd heard the Gym Leader described as a duelist in battle, and that fact certainly held true. The longer a battle went on, the more potent the Trainer's Pokemon seemed to become. They dodged every attack, they hit when they shouldn't be able to, and they unleashed attack after attack without concern for the amount of energy expended. Unless Marcus could find a way to counteract that...

Next to him, Quicksilver taps his shoulder before pointing across the pond, just in time to see a Wingull attempt to swoop down on a Surskit before a spray of nectar deters the bird, causing it to fly awkwardly into a pillar.

The two nod at each other before leaping into action, icy talon and Pokeball poised to strike.


Signature Techniques
"Comiter, you have to coat the bone in ice, not frost. Focus it down the length of the bone, and go as cold as you can. Again," Marcus says, ignoring the intent on getting this technique to work. Still, Comiter attempts the technique again, coating his new club with a coat of ice before flinging it towards a tree, chunks of ice flying off before it was even halfway there. A short distance away, Pix coated a tree with nectar before launching a horde of insects at it, the swarm devouring it almost instantly.

"Excellent work Pix! Arista, two paths, not one!" the boy corrects the Grimer as it begins extending itself behind its mock opponent. "The point is to flank them with yourself! Again!"

Day after day, training session after training session, Marcus kept his Pokemon focused on their new special techniques, although he doesn't yet coach Quicksilver of Icon. Someday they would devise their own superior technique but, for now? They just needed to learn the proper Moves first.


Elite Four Guard
Just like the battle with Belle, Marcus threatens to break his wrists with the speed he jots down notes of Guard's technique. While up to this point Marcus had relied on exploiting Type Advantages and the natural capabilities of Pokemon, Guard's style was so completely new and alien to him that he couldn't help but write far more than he could ever hope to use. That is, of course, until Toto appears.

The appearance of another Pokemon blessed by Arceus is enough to cause Marcus to stop taking notes, the boy silently releasing Quicksilver and pointing into the arena as he writes down everything possible about the great beast. If he had to guess from its canine form and Dark Type he would have assumed it was a Mightyena, but it was far too large for that, although what exactly the blessings entailed was a bit unclear. Still, Marcus manages to scribble notes down about both Toto and Guard's team, the giant dog providing Marcus with more than a few weak points in the defense of Guard's Pokemon.

As the battle ends, Marcus dashes out of the arena, hoping to catch Dorothy, only to barely see the tail end of her Pyroar as she rides into the night.

Marcus slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose, analyzing the opponent's team. Quicksilver could handle Hypno most likely and, if he was lucky, Marcus could get Pix into battle against the Gallade, making his job far easier moving forward. Other than that, Arista and Icon were obvious choices, and Comiter was going to by far be his best option against the Mawile.

As the repercussions of his team choice dawn on him, Marcus pats Gelver's Pokeball once. "He is not going to be happy about this..."

Either way, Marcus quickly drops his Pokeballs, releasing Quicksilver, Arista, Icon, Comiter and finally Pix.

"Icon, you're Champion," Marcus commands, drawing a savage grin from the lumbering Nidoking. "Aritsa, Wizard, Pix Rider, Comiter General and Quicksilver, take Assassin," Marcus says, allowing himself a small grin at the final declaration. Prioritize mobility on his pieces, and give Icon a second line if something that wasn't Fairy Type came his way. Still, Marcus can't help but note the discrepancy between the two teams: Of his Pokemon, only Icon was fully evolved, and he was weak to half of Koon's Gym, whereas Koon had fielded four extremely powerful, fully-evolved Pokemon. Even with his numbers advantage, this was going to be a difficult battle. If he could force the proper matchups it was more than winnable of course and, if not? He'd just have to hope his luck on the Gyms wasn't quite ready to run out.

"Ready when you are Koon," Marcus says confidently, knowing he had both the most powerful and most common Fairy and Psychic Moves studied to the point of mastery. One more battle, and everything in Armedius would be open to him! All those years of dreaming, months of research and planning and the trials he'd endured with his Pokemon would finally pay off. Advanced battle strategies, locations of rare Pokemon and, of course, information about the mysterious symbols of Arceus floating over his, Katie and Tiny's heads.

Just one more battle, and it would all be worth it.

[CosmicOccurence]

Koon seemed to take a different strategy when assigning his Pokemon as pieces. While his Gallade took the Champion piece, he chose for the Shield Piece to serve as a Pokepiece, his Togekiss taking its place. However, he did still have his Rider (Hypno) and General (Mawile) serving as pieces as well.

When the arrangements were complete, Koon took his place on the podium. Well, shall we begin?

[Prehysterical]

It's not a huge deal, feel free to just post like normal

As you walked toward the noise you began to hear Pokemon noises, although you didn't recognize the species. Eventually you spied what appeared to be a small brown Pokemon wielding a bone of all things, with a similar helmet on his head. It was about five feet from a tree and kept throwing the bone at it, hitting the same spot of worn-away bark before the bone arced back to its hands.

It hadn't noticed you yet.
Angus quietly observes for a short while, curious to see if the Pokemon varies its technique any. So, Pokemon do practice their moveset in the wild after all...

[Arcran]

Koon seemed to take a different strategy when assigning his Pokemon as pieces. While his Gallade took the Champion piece, he chose for the Shield Piece to serve as a Pokepiece, his Togekiss taking its place. However, he did still have his Rider (Hypno) and General (Mawile) serving as pieces as well.

When the arrangements were complete, Koon took his place on the podium. Well, shall we begin?

Marcus surveys the battlefield, beginning a plan of attack.

"General to E4," Marcus commands as Comiter strides forward, tapping the wall with his bone to signify capturing it.

Just going to basically put all my statuses here.

Marcus: 6/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 80/80 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus quietly observes for a short while, curious to see if the Pokemon varies its technique any. So, Pokemon do practice their moveset in the wild after all...

The Cubone continued its methodical throwing of its bone, eventually chipping away so much of the tree that it tottered and crashed to the ground with a loud thunk. The bone, spinning in the air, sailed back to the Cubone's raised paw, and it tapped the ground impatiently with its tool.

Two sets of eyes appeared from inside the tree, and a pair of particularly large raticate leaped out of a hollow inside the trunk and dashed at the Ground type. The Cubone raised its bone in what you clearly recognized as a defensive position, refusing to throw it in favor of waiting for the rats to reach it for a melee battle.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus surveys the battlefield, beginning a plan of attack.

"General to E4," Marcus commands as Comiter strides forward, tapping the wall with his bone to signify capturing it.

Just going to basically put all my statuses here.

Marcus: 6/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 80/80 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

After Comiter's section of wall slid neatly into the ground, Koon surveyed the board for only a moment before declaring his move. Clearly willing to give up his Assassin in the early stages of the game, Koon turned his attention to a different area of the board. Ram to C3. The Rampardos piece advanced forward, causing another section of wall to vanish.

[Prehysterical]

The Cubone continued its methodical throwing of its bone, eventually chipping away so much of the tree that it tottered and crashed to the ground with a loud thunk. The bone, spinning in the air, sailed back to the Cubone's raised paw, and it tapped the ground impatiently with its tool.

Two sets of eyes appeared from inside the tree, and a pair of particularly large raticate leaped out of a hollow inside the trunk and dashed at the Ground type. The Cubone raised its bone in what you clearly recognized as a defensive position, refusing to throw it in favor of waiting for the rats to reach it for a melee battle.
Wait, did this little bone-thrower want to destroy the rodents' home? What could cause such contempt? Looking down at Gauntlet, Angus asks, "Can you speak to them and find out what's going on? This has the signs of a feud."

[Arcran]

After Comiter's section of wall slid neatly into the ground, Koon surveyed the board for only a moment before declaring his move. Clearly willing to give up his Assassin in the early stages of the game, Koon turned his attention to a different area of the board. Ram to C3. The Rampardos piece advanced forward, causing another section of wall to vanish.

Marcus grins as the ram moves forward. already anticipating his next move.

Out of Koon's team, the Hypno poses perhaps the greatest threat. With its Hypnosis it could effectively neutralize any Pokemon that he sent against it and drain it's dreams all day, except one. And even if his piece was removed immediately after, Marcus could make 1-1 trades with Koon and still win, simply by how much more potent Pokemon pieces are in this game.

"Assassin to F2."


Marcus: 6/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 80/80 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

Just as Quicksilver was about to lay a claw on the Hypno, the two Pokemon were transported instantaneously onto a separate field, off to the side. It was relatively small, with no terrain features of any kind.

And this is where things start to get interesting Koon said, a smile on his face. Let's see a case study in Type Advantage. If you're going to join the academy, Topics courses in elemental advantage are required curriculum, but they don't always turn out the way they should. My Tartar may just be able to give that Sneseal a run for its money.

Mons are on the map, Quicksilver has the first move

[Arcran]

Just as Quicksilver was about to lay a claw on the Hypno, the two Pokemon were transported instantaneously onto a separate field, off to the side. It was relatively small, with no terrain features of any kind.

And this is where things start to get interesting Koon said, a smile on his face. Let's see a case study in Type Advantage. If you're going to join the academy, Topics courses in elemental advantage are required curriculum, but they don't always turn out the way they should. My Tartar may just be able to give that Sneseal a run for its money.

Mons are on the map, Quicksilver has the first move

Marcus nods as Koon notes the dangers of relying on Type Advantage, but that was only a small fraction of why he had brought Quicksilver to this fight. Status Moves were a Hypno's greatest weapon, and if they didn't have access to those, this fight was already over unless Koon had brought other significant tricks to the table.

"Quicksilver, Taunt."

The Sneasel quickly complies, gesturing the Hypno forward with his icicle-like claws.


Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training as a Standard Action!

Quicksilver uses Taunt!
AC 3: [roll0]
Keen Eye means this attack ignores all non-stat Evasion.

Marcus: 6/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 80/80 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

The Hypno's eyes immediately narrowed, and it advanced purposefully toward Quicksilver. Koon smiled. And that is what we describe as a Countertactic here at the Academy, and a texbook example of Defensive Nullification. It's a good counter to a Pokemon like Tartar. His voice sounded a bit like that of a proud teacher whose student had just aced a test.

As the Hypno moved forwards however, a burst of dazzling waves that you recognized as Hypnosis spread across the battlefield toward Quicksilver. Koon continued his lecture without missing a beat. Unfortunately because it's a textbook strategy, there are ways to anticipate it. This is a technique that Guard teaches in his Defensive Theory class, and it allows a Pokemon to learn to use essential moves like Tartar's Hypnosis even under taxing conditions. The Taunt is still a problem of course, but this gives me a bit more time to sort it out on my terms. This is the kind of battling we teach at the Academy. The only question remaining is, are you a capable enough student?


Koon uses Inspired Training as a Standard Action and tags Quicksilver as a Swift Action.

Tartar uses Hypnotic Deluge (Hypnosis+Supreme Concentration). Hypnosis cannot miss.
Rage check DC 15 [roll0]

[Arcran]

The Hypno's eyes immediately narrowed, and it advanced purposefully toward Quicksilver. Koon smiled. And that is what we describe as a Countertactic here at the Academy, and a texbook example of Defensive Nullification. It's a good counter to a Pokemon like Tartar. His voice sounded a bit like that of a proud teacher whose student had just aced a test.

As the Hypno moved forwards however, a burst of dazzling waves that you recognized as Hypnosis spread across the battlefield toward Quicksilver. Koon continued his lecture without missing a beat. Unfortunately because it's a textbook strategy, there are ways to anticipate it. This is a technique that Guard teaches in his Defensive Theory class, and it allows a Pokemon to learn to use essential moves like Tartar's Hypnosis even under taxing conditions. The Taunt is still a problem of course, but this gives me a bit more time to sort it out on my terms. This is the kind of battling we teach at the Academy. The only question remaining is, are you a capable enough student?


Koon uses Inspired Training as a Standard Action and tags Quicksilver as a Swift Action.

Tartar uses Hypnotic Deluge (Hypnosis+Supreme Concentration). Hypnosis cannot miss.
Rage check DC 15 [roll0]


Marcus' face betrays the faintest of surprise when the Hypno hits Quicksilver even through the Taunt, the Sneasel dropping to the ground, fast asleep. Obviously he'd expected the Academy to be a challenge, but this was a new obstacle, and one that he wasn't positive how to overcome. Still, for now he's silent; no use in influencing Koon either way before he had to, right?

Still, there was no use panicking. No matter how tough the Hypno was, it couldn't take more than a hit or two from Quicksilver. All he had to do was wait for the Sneasel to get up.


Marcus: 6/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 80/80 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Sleep

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

The Hypno quickly injected nightmares into Quicksilver's dreams and then spat toxic sludge on it, neither of which prompted the Sneasal to wake from its slumber. When it finally did rise however, Koon commanded a Signal Beam, and, filled with synergy, Tartar blasted out a powerful beam of light towards Quicksilver. While it wasn't terribly accurate, the attack still managed to clip Quicksilver on the side.


1st Round:
Nightmare AC 2 [roll0]
Inflict Bad Sleep

End 4 Momentum

2nd Round:
Hypno uses Toxic AC 3 [roll1]
Inflicts Bad Poison

End 6 Momentum

3rd Round:
Koon uses Seize the Moment (1 momentum) as a Free Action and Focused Training as a Swift Action.
Hypno uses Signal Beam AC 2 [roll2]
[roll3]
On a miss, damage is dealt as if it had the Smite Keyword.
On a hit, it's a crit.
Crit damage: [roll4]

End 3 Momentum

you're good to post

[Arcran]

Marcus threatens to grind his teeth into dust as he watches the Hypno lay status after status down on Quicksilver, watching what little strategy he had in this battle quickly die. At this point, he had to hope for Koon to get greedy, and Quicksilver to get lucky. Either way, his Pokemon was going down without hardly putting a scratch on the Hypno between the toxins and the damning Signal Beam.

"Quicksilver, now's your chance for payback! Feint Attack!" Marcus cries, hoping that Quicksilver would be enraged enough to take down the Hypno in a single blow, and knowing it wasn't going to be enough.


Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training as a Standard Action!
Marcus will Chronicle Hypnosis and Nightmare.

27 from Signal Beam, 5 from Toxic, 32 from Nightmare, then 10 healing from Leftovers.

Quicksilver uses Feint Attack!
Doesn't Miss, but Crits 17+ [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Quicksilver takes 10 damage from Toxic.
Quicksilver heals 5 damage from Leftovers.

Marcus: 4/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 21/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 1 Injury
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Badly Poisoned

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus threatens to grind his teeth into dust as he watches the Hypno lay status after status down on Quicksilver, watching what little strategy he had in this battle quickly die. At this point, he had to hope for Koon to get greedy, and Quicksilver to get lucky. Either way, his Pokemon was going down without hardly putting a scratch on the Hypno between the toxins and the damning Signal Beam.

"Quicksilver, now's your chance for payback! Feint Attack!" Marcus cries, hoping that Quicksilver would be enraged enough to take down the Hypno in a single blow, and knowing it wasn't going to be enough.


Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training as a Standard Action!
Marcus will Chronicle Hypnosis and Nightmare.

27 from Signal Beam, 5 from Toxic, 32 from Nightmare, then 10 healing from Leftovers.

Quicksilver uses Feint Attack!
Doesn't Miss, but Crits 17+ [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Quicksilver takes 10 damage from Toxic.
Quicksilver heals 5 damage from Leftovers.

Marcus: 4/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: 21/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 1 Injury
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Badly Poisoned

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

The blow hits hard, but as Quicksilver was disengaging, the Hypno's eyes flashed, disorienting Quicksilver. However, it didn't seem to have the ability to strike back effectively, forcing it to awkwardly strike at Quicksilver with its pendulum.


Koon uses Focused Training and Expend Momentum (regain Hypnosis usage) as a standard action.
Hypno Disables Feint Attack using Disable!

Hypno uses a Struggle Attack
[roll0] AC 4
[roll1]

End 2 Momentum

[CosmicOccurence]

Wait, did this little bone-thrower want to destroy the rodents' home? What could cause such contempt? Looking down at Gauntlet, Angus asks, "Can you speak to them and find out what's going on? This has the signs of a feud."

The Golett only had to advance a few paces while listening to the fierce cries of the Pokemon before it found its answer. It seems, he said, voice as methodical as ever that these particular Raticate were responsible for her mother's death when she was only a baby. She has come to avenge her mother. Should I interfere? He flexed his large hands, readying himself for battle.

The battle raged on, with both sides suffering significant hits. It was like a feather balanced on the tip of a dagger; a mere breath of air could cause it to fall to one side or the other.

[Prehysterical]

The Golett only had to advance a few paces while listening to the fierce cries of the Pokemon before it found its answer. It seems, he said, voice as methodical as ever that these particular Raticate were responsible for her mother's death when she was only a baby. She has come to avenge her mother. Should I interfere? He flexed his large hands, readying himself for battle.

The battle raged on, with both sides suffering significant hits. It was like a feather balanced on the tip of a dagger; a mere breath of air could cause it to fall to one side or the other.
Angus looked at the little bone-wielder with a new respect... and sadness. Grim determination stamped itself upon his face and he held out an open hand. Gladia glided smoothly into it, her eye gleaming at the prospect of battle. Lamorak pawed the ground, ready to fight.

Before Angus can surge forward, however, a sigh of realization escaped him. "We cannot all jump in... That would cheat her of her justice.

Gladia and I will handle this. Be prepared, you two." Lamorak looked off-put, but obeyed.

Charging forward, Angus roared a battle cry. "The Mountain falls upon you!"

[Arcran]

The blow hits hard, but as Quicksilver was disengaging, the Hypno's eyes flashed, disorienting Quicksilver. However, it didn't seem to have the ability to strike back effectively, forcing it to awkwardly strike at Quicksilver with its pendulum.


Koon uses Focused Training and Expend Momentum (regain Hypnosis usage) as a standard action.
Hypno Disables Feint Attack using Disable!

Hypno uses a Struggle Attack
[roll0] AC 4
[roll1]

End 2 Momentum


Marcus looks at the wobbling Quicksilver, a frown on his face. The battle had everything in his favor: Type Advantage and speed, hell, even Taunt should have countered anything the Hypno could throw at him and, yet, Quicksilver had been beaten without hardly laying a claw on his opponent. This was not going to go well.

"Come on Quicksilver, one last chance! Show him just how cold your claws are!" Marcus cries, knowing just as well as Quicksilver that the effort was completely futile. Still, the Sneasel darts forward, claws outstretched, before collapsing into a heap after the attack, unconscious.


8 damage from Struggle.

Quicksilver uses Ice Scratch!
AC 2: [roll0] Crit 17+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Quicksilver faints from Toxic.

Marcus: 4/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Badly Poisoned

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

As Quicksilver fell, Tartar the Hypno was transported back to its original square. Koon fiddled with his tie as he considered his next move, though he didn't continue his 'lesson' tone that he'd had before. Instead he merely played the game. Rider to F3 The same Hypno advanced, lowering yet another section of wall.

[Arcran]

Marcus surveys the battlefield, a concerned expression on his face. After the last two Gym Battles, he'd certainly come into this one overconfident. Not only had the Hypno taken down Quicksilver, but he'd absolutely wiped the floor with him. If Marcus wanted to have any shot at winning, he'd have to move quickly and hope for the best because, as of now? He and his team were just going to lose horribly.

"Looks like you have me in a bit of a bind," Marcus states as he looks out on the battlefield, the boy coming up blank what exactly to do. If Quicksilver couldn't take the Hypno, nobody on the rest of his team could even hope to touch it. Hell, it would probably heal up from a fight with anybody on his team!

Voice becoming a little shaky, Marcus orders his next move.

"Rider to E2."


Marcus: 4/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Badly Poisoned

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus surveys the battlefield, a concerned expression on his face. After the last two Gym Battles, he'd certainly come into this one overconfident. Not only had the Hypno taken down Quicksilver, but he'd absolutely wiped the floor with him. If Marcus wanted to have any shot at winning, he'd have to move quickly and hope for the best because, as of now? He and his team were just going to lose horribly.

"Looks like you have me in a bit of a bind," Marcus states as he looks out on the battlefield, the boy coming up blank what exactly to do. If Quicksilver couldn't take the Hypno, nobody on the rest of his team could even hope to touch it. Hell, it would probably heal up from a fight with anybody on his team!

Voice becoming a little shaky, Marcus orders his next move.

"Rider to E2."


Marcus: 4/7 AP

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: Badly Poisoned

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Oh I don't know about that, Koon said as Pix knocked over the Assassin piece. This game is all about arranging favorable matchups for your Pokemon, which you did, although it didn't work out as expected. If there's anything I've learned about this game, its that it can change on a whim. After all, you don't need to faint Tartar. The only piece you've got to capture is Riposte. Of course, I don't have to face all of your Pokemon either, and in the end that Nidoking is my only target. Rider to F6 The Hypno dashed straight down to the end of the field, halting in the corner of the board with several sightlines of potential attack.

[Arcran]

Oh I don't know about that, Koon said as Pix knocked over the Assassin piece. This game is all about arranging favorable matchups for your Pokemon, which you did, although it didn't work out as expected. If there's anything I've learned about this game, its that it can change on a whim. After all, you don't need to faint Tartar. The only piece you've got to capture is Riposte. Of course, I don't have to face all of your Pokemon either, and in the end that Nidoking is my only target. Rider to F6 The Hypno dashed straight down to the end of the field, halting in the corner of the board with several sightlines of potential attack.

Marcus watches as the Hypno creeps closer to his Champion. If he sacrificed Comiter, he could protect Icon and have Pix take the Hypno out, but at what cost? He'd have Comiter out and Pix severely injured, both of which limited his ability to actually take down that Gallade, and that was not an option. He was playing to win, not playing to not lose. Icon would have to take care of himself.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. We'll have to compare notes on specialized techniques after the battle. It would certainly be a useful trick to have," Marcus says, hoping to possibly distract Koon with some conversation as the battle goes on.

"Wizard to D3," Marcus states, watching as Arista simply flows over the dividing wall to end up on the far side.

[CosmicOccurence]

If you'd like that particular technique, you'd be better served signing up for the Defensive Theory class that Guard is teaching next trimester, which starts four days from now. Of course, first you'll have to defeat me. Rider to D6. They Hypno dashed forward and quickly captured the Shield, leaving it directly next to Icon. It grinned and twirled its pendulum threateningly.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus looked at the little bone-wielder with a new respect... and sadness. Grim determination stamped itself upon his face and he held out an open hand. Gladia glided smoothly into it, her eye gleaming at the prospect of battle. Lamorak pawed the ground, ready to fight.

Before Angus can surge forward, however, a sigh of realization escaped him. "We cannot all jump in... That would cheat her of her justice.

Gladia and I will handle this. Be prepared, you two." Lamorak looked off-put, but obeyed.

Charging forward, Angus roared a battle cry. "The Mountain falls upon you!"

The Raticate shrieked as your party dashed forwards. This was less of a breath of wind but a hurricane obliterating the feather from existence. Between the Cubone's strikes and your own sword slashes, the battle was quickly won. And while the Cubone had several nasty bites, it seemed to be alright.

Thankfully it didn't assume that you were an enemy and did not raise its bone at you. Instead, it proffered the bone outward, holding it near the tip of your own blade, as if a salute.

[Arcran]

If you'd like that particular technique, you'd be better served signing up for the Defensive Theory class that Guard is teaching next trimester, which starts four days from now. Of course, first you'll have to defeat me. Rider to D6. They Hypno dashed forward and quickly captured the Shield, leaving it directly next to Icon. It grinned and twirled its pendulum threateningly.

"I'll look forward to the class then. Wizard to D1," Marcus says with false bravado, looking to Icon and giving the Nidoking a curt nod. The giant beast grins savagely, leering at the Hypno as he prepares for battle even as Arista vanishes for her battle with the Togekiss. Marcus' pieces were in place; it was just a question of whether of not he could actually pull this off now.

[Prehysterical]

The Raticate shrieked as your party dashed forwards. This was less of a breath of wind but a hurricane obliterating the feather from existence. Between the Cubone's strikes and your own sword slashes, the battle was quickly won. And while the Cubone had several nasty bites, it seemed to be alright.

Thankfully it didn't assume that you were an enemy and did not raise its bone at you. Instead, it proffered the bone outward, holding it near the tip of your own blade, as if a salute.
Smiling, Angus releases Gladia and she clacks her own blade against the bone to return the salute. Finding himself strangely sympathetic with the Pokemon's plight, Angus picks up the tiny creature and embraces it softly. "I know not if you are truly alone, but I know how it feels to lose your mother. Pray, my little lady, if you desire a new family, you are welcome to join us."

[CosmicOccurence]

"I'll look forward to the class then. Wizard to D1," Marcus says with false bravado, looking to Icon and giving the Nidoking a curt nod. The giant beast grins savagely, leering at the Hypno as he prepares for battle even as Arista vanishes for her battle with the Togekiss. Marcus' pieces were in place; it was just a question of whether of not he could actually pull this off now.

Well now, Koon said as the two disappeared, to the concurrent battlefield. Preparation is important, but another important part of a trainer we test here is luck. Let's see how you measure up - Metronome!

The Togekiss's eyes gleamed and began cycling through the colors of the rainbow faster than you could keep track of. Suddenly its eyes stopped on a bright vibrant green, and large roots sprang out of the ground to clutch at Arista, although they did relatively little to the Pokemon compared to if it had gotten, say, Earth Power.

Grass Knot eh? It seems luck does favor you somewhat, although the move was still backed by Comet's rather formidable Special Attack.


Swift Action to Mark Arista, Focused Command as a Standard Action
Grass Knot [roll0], AC 2
[roll1] special grass damage,
[roll2] on a crit.

[CosmicOccurence]

Smiling, Angus releases Gladia and she clacks her own blade against the bone to return the salute. Finding himself strangely sympathetic with the Pokemon's plight, Angus picks up the tiny creature and embraces it softly. "I know not if you are truly alone, but I know how it feels to lose your mother. Pray, my little lady, if you desire a new family, you are welcome to join us."

After considering your offer for a good while, the Cubone nodded stoically and Lamrock walked up to nuzzle the new arrival. It seemed like the two had an affinity for each other, and they quickly became close. However, as you got to know the Pokemon, it became increasingly clear that it was highly competitive with you, and it constantly worked to best you at swordplay.

Cubone is yours for statting, it comes with its own Thick Club!

[Arcran]

Well now, Koon said as the two disappeared, to the concurrent battlefield. Preparation is important, but another important part of a trainer we test here is luck. Let's see how you measure up - Metronome!

The Togekiss's eyes gleamed and began cycling through the colors of the rainbow faster than you could keep track of. Suddenly its eyes stopped on a bright vibrant green, and large roots sprang out of the ground to clutch at Arista, although they did relatively little to the Pokemon compared to if it had gotten, say, Earth Power.

Grass Knot eh? It seems luck does favor you somewhat, although the move was still backed by Comet's rather formidable Special Attack.


Swift Action to Mark Arista, Focused Command as a Standard Action
Grass Knot [roll0], AC 2
[roll1] special grass damage,
[roll2] on a crit.


Marcus watches as the vines latch out of Arista. A Grass Move intended to trip the target, against an blob of toxic sludge? That was obviously going to do very little. "Sometimes dumb luck trumps skill, no? Either way, Arista, take that Fairy down! Sludge!"

Compared to the Togekiss' Metronome, Arista's attack was basic, crass even. The Grimer stretches up, before slamming back down, a giant blob of sludge soaring off before flying right at Arista's opponent.

Marcus: 3/7 AP
Marcus uses Chronicler on Metronome!

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Arista!

Arista takes 12 damage from Grass Knot! Arista heals 9 HP from Black Sludge.

Arista uses Sludge! Ignores non-stat Evasion!
AC 2: [roll0] Critical 18+, Poisons 11+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 76/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus watches as the vines latch out of Arista. A Grass Move intended to trip the target, against an blob of toxic sludge? That was obviously going to do very little. "Sometimes dumb luck trumps skill, no? Either way, Arista, take that Fairy down! Sludge!"

Compared to the Togekiss' Metronome, Arista's attack was basic, crass even. The Grimer stretches up, before slamming back down, a giant blob of sludge soaring off before flying right at Arista's opponent.

Marcus: 3/7 AP
Marcus uses Chronicler on Metronome!

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Arista!

Arista takes 12 damage from Grass Knot! Arista heals 9 HP from Black Sludge.

Arista uses Sludge! Ignores non-stat Evasion!
AC 2: [roll0] Critical 18+, Poisons 11+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 76/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

The sludge hit the Togekiss, and while it clearly did damage, the effects were not as pronounced as Quicksilver's attacks against the Hypno. And now its time to make things interesting. Comet, use Future Sight. Eyes glowing purple now, a small globe of purple energy appeared above its head, undulating in seemingly random directions.

End Momentum 3

Future Sight will do stuff next turn.

[Arcran]

The sludge hit the Togekiss, and while it clearly did damage, the effects were not as pronounced as Quicksilver's attacks against the Hypno. And now its time to make things interesting. Comet, use Future Sight. Eyes glowing purple now, a small globe of purple energy appeared above its head, undulating in seemingly random directions.

End Momentum 3

Future Sight will do stuff next turn.

Marcus hears the Future Sight command, knowing that the attack would not bode well for Arista. While there was a very good chance the Grimer would survive that attack, just about any other attack would likely finish off his Grimer. That is, unless Arista was able to slow down her opponent somewhat. If nothing else, the Grimer could use her own specialized Move the instant after the Future Sight connects, getting a single extra attack in.

"Arista! Ice Punch! Lock her down!" Marcus cries, hoping his Grimer can successfully pull off the maneuver.


Marcus: 3/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Arista!

Arista heals 9 HP from Black Sludge.

Arista uses Ice Punch! Ignores non-stat Evasion!
AC 2: [roll0] Critical 18+, Poison 17+, Freeze 17+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[Prehysterical]

After considering your offer for a good while, the Cubone nodded stoically and Lamrock walked up to nuzzle the new arrival. It seemed like the two had an affinity for each other, and they quickly became close. However, as you got to know the Pokemon, it became increasingly clear that it was highly competitive with you, and it constantly worked to best you at swordplay.

Cubone is yours for statting, it comes with its own Thick Club!
It pleased Angus to see Lamorak finally bond with someone in the party and for the newcomer to be so passionate about training, but he worried that that eagerness might cause problems. I suppose I'd rather her be overeager than not at all...

In any case, Angus's band was one member stronger. One member who had clearly shown that odds did not interfere with their sense of justice. I'll have to think of a proper name for her...

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus hears the Future Sight command, knowing that the attack would not bode well for Arista. While there was a very good chance the Grimer would survive that attack, just about any other attack would likely finish off his Grimer. That is, unless Arista was able to slow down her opponent somewhat. If nothing else, the Grimer could use her own specialized Move the instant after the Future Sight connects, getting a single extra attack in.

"Arista! Ice Punch! Lock her down!" Marcus cries, hoping his Grimer can successfully pull off the maneuver.


Marcus: 3/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Arista!

Arista heals 9 HP from Black Sludge.

Arista uses Ice Punch! Ignores non-stat Evasion!
AC 2: [roll0] Critical 18+, Poison 17+, Freeze 17+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 79/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

The Grimer's fist slammed mercilessly into Comet's temple, ice spreading rapidly over its body. Soon, covered in a combination of ice and poison, the Togekiss crashed to the ground. As the last light from its eyes dimmed from the lingering poison coating its feathers, the ball of psychic energy blasted at Arista, adjusting course to hone in on the small Grimer.

Koon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, for the first time caught off guard by the events of the match. That was quite an attack. Freeze, Poison, and a critical strike all at once. Luck really did favor you this battle. However, now its my turn to have Type Advantage. Rider to C6.

Just as Comet and Arista were whisked away from the battle, Tartar and Icon were transported there. The Hypno, still weary from its battle with Quicksilver, looked eager, and Icon pawed the ground eagerly.

Future Sight auto hits! Rolling for crit only [roll0]

[roll1], and [roll2] extra on a crit.

[CosmicOccurence]

It pleased Angus to see Lamorak finally bond with someone in the party and for the newcomer to be so passionate about training, but he worried that that eagerness might cause problems. I suppose I'd rather her be overeager than not at all...

In any case, Angus's band was one member stronger. One member who had clearly shown that odds did not interfere with their sense of justice. I'll have to think of a proper name for her...


End Interlude 1; Begin Interlude 2: A Psychic for You, a Psychic for Me

You were outside of Central, avoiding the city proper and camping on the edges as you skirted the gigantic city. You and Gladia were practicing swordplay when you noticed a Pokemon watching from the treeline. It didn't appear to be a fighter itself, instead having the look of a Psychic Type if you had to guess. It's head was tilted inquisitorially as it watched your practice session.

[Arcran]

The Grimer's fist slammed mercilessly into Comet's temple, ice spreading rapidly over its body. Soon, covered in a combination of ice and poison, the Togekiss crashed to the ground. As the last light from its eyes dimmed from the lingering poison coating its feathers, the ball of psychic energy blasted at Arista, adjusting course to hone in on the small Grimer.

Koon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, for the first time caught off guard by the events of the match. That was quite an attack. Freeze, Poison, and a critical strike all at once. Luck really did favor you this battle. However, now its my turn to have Type Advantage. Rider to C6.

Just as Comet and Arista were whisked away from the battle, Tartar and Icon were transported there. The Hypno, still weary from its battle with Quicksilver, looked eager, and Icon pawed the ground eagerly.

Future Sight auto hits! Rolling for crit only [roll0]

[roll1], and [roll2] extra on a crit.


Marcus winces as the Future Sight tears into Arista, sending bits of goo splattering across the ground. Still, the Grimer was the one still standing after that fight. He'd have to thank Varro Corp for poor business practices next time he saw one of their reps.

"Is it luck if she's been trained to exploit those aspects of Moves?" Marcus asks. "Isn't luck just the intersection of preparation and opportunity?"

Still, while Marcus would have loved to discuss the finer points of when luck became skill, he had different concerns at this moment. Everything was going to come down to one attack. His training, his trials, everything came down to whether or not Icon could land a single attack. At least the Nidoking seemed ready; with the way he was pawing the ground he looked almost like the eager Nidoran he had captured so long ago.

"Alright Icon, end this! Megahorn!"

With a roar Icon roars forward, the outcome of the battle weighing squarely on his broad shoulders.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

AC 4: [roll0], Boost with AP, Critical 18+
Damage: 30+25+10 for 65 damage
Critical: 30 more on crit
Ignores all non-Stat Evasion

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus winces as the Future Sight tears into Arista, sending bits of goo splattering across the ground. Still, the Grimer was the one still standing after that fight. He'd have to thank Varro Corp for poor business practices next time he saw one of their reps.

"Is it luck if she's been trained to exploit those aspects of Moves?" Marcus asks. "Isn't luck just the intersection of preparation and opportunity?"

Still, while Marcus would have loved to discuss the finer points of when luck became skill, he had different concerns at this moment. Everything was going to come down to one attack. His training, his trials, everything came down to whether or not Icon could land a single attack. At least the Nidoking seemed ready; with the way he was pawing the ground he looked almost like the eager Nidoran he had captured so long ago.

"Alright Icon, end this! Megahorn!"

With a roar Icon roars forward, the outcome of the battle weighing squarely on his broad shoulders.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

AC 4: [roll0], Boost with AP, Critical 18+
Damage: 30+25+10 for 65 damage
Critical: 30 more on crit
Ignores all non-Stat Evasion

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

You could have sworn you saw Koon smile when Icon's horn impaled the Hypno, tossing it effortlessly into the forcefield around the battlefield. The Nidoking, having won in a single shot, reappeared back on the battlefield, and it let out a large roar. When the wall of sound died down, Koon finally spoke up. And that is what we call a Countertactic in the Academy. It seems that Type Advantage hasn't gone terribly well for any of the Pokemon so far this battle, excepting that Grimer of course.

Now, His eyes were glinting, and you sensed that he was finally enjoying the battle. I believe it's your move Marcus.

[Arcran]

You could have sworn you saw Koon smile when Icon's horn impaled the Hypno, tossing it effortlessly into the forcefield around the battlefield. The Nidoking, having won in a single shot, reappeared back on the battlefield, and it let out a large roar. When the wall of sound died down, Koon finally spoke up. And that is what we call a Countertactic in the Academy. It seems that Type Advantage hasn't gone terribly well for any of the Pokemon so far this battle, excepting that Grimer of course.

Now, His eyes were glinting, and you sensed that he was finally enjoying the battle. I believe it's your move Marcus.

"Well done Icon!" Marcus cries as the Hypno goes flying, suppressing the urge to let out a sigh of relief. His entire strategy for this battle had relied on him connecting with that Megahorn, and it had paid off. It would seem Quicksilver's sacrifice hadn't been completely in vain this battle.

"I believe it is. Rider to D2," Marcus states, watching as Pix glides to capture the Wizard, preparing for the end of the battle. Comiter, Pix and Arista to take out a single Gallade? He didn't want to get too cocky since the Hypno had been such a surprise, but the battle was in his favor.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Well done Icon!" Marcus cries as the Hypno goes flying, suppressing the urge to let out a sigh of relief. His entire strategy for this battle had relied on him connecting with that Megahorn, and it had paid off. It would seem Quicksilver's sacrifice hadn't been completely in vain this battle.

"I believe it is. Rider to D2," Marcus states, watching as Pix glides to capture the Wizard, preparing for the end of the battle. Comiter, Pix and Arista to take out a single Gallade? He didn't want to get too cocky since the Hypno had been such a surprise, but the battle was in his favor.

And now its your turn to strike against a Champion. General to B3. The Mawlie, still to this point, loped forwards and lowered another area of wall, the first in a long time. The Gallade began swinging its arms, obviously preparing for the battle it knew to be incoming.


Go ahead and just start the first round of the Pix/Riposte combat since you're faster.

[Arcran]

And now its your turn to strike against a Champion. General to B3. The Mawlie, still to this point, loped forwards and lowered another area of wall, the first in a long time. The Gallade began swinging its arms, obviously preparing for the battle it knew to be incoming.


Go ahead and just start the first round of the Pix/Riposte combat since you're faster.

Marcus nods as Koon predicts his move. It was fairly obvious, after all.

"Rider to C1."

As the two Pokemon vanish, Marcus allows himself a smile. Gallade was a primarily melee Pokemon, and Pix was anything but.

"Pix! Show him out special technique!" Marcus cries. Without complaint Pix flies forward on a small jet of water, spinning as nectar flies in every direction even as a steady stream of insects fly out of the Surskit's mouth, hunting the Gallade without fail.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix uses Sweet Swarm!
AC 1: [roll0], Crits 18+
AC 2: [roll1], Crits 18+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]
Attack ignores non-stat Evasion. Target is in a Vortex.

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus nods as Koon predicts his move. It was fairly obvious, after all.

"Rider to C1."

As the two Pokemon vanish, Marcus allows himself a smile. Gallade was a primarily melee Pokemon, and Pix was anything but.

"Pix! Show him out special technique!" Marcus cries. Without complaint Pix flies forward on a small jet of water, spinning as nectar flies in every direction even as a steady stream of insects fly out of the Surskit's mouth, hunting the Gallade without fail. It grinned as it gained it's footing, ready to leap forward with its blades.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix uses Sweet Swarm!
AC 1: [roll0], Crits 18+
AC 2: [roll1], Crits 18+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]
Attack ignores non-stat Evasion. Target is in a Vortex.

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

As the nectar sprayed everywhere, Riposte simply disappeared, leaving the insects with nowhere to go. Confused, they quickly dissipated into thin air as the Gallade reappeared next to Pix with a small pop.

Sets Duelist tag on Pix.

Teleport to escape Infestation.

End turn with Momentum 1

[Arcran]

As the nectar sprayed everywhere, Riposte simply disappeared, leaving the insects with nowhere to go. Confused, they quickly dissipated into thin air as the Gallade reappeared next to Pix with a small pop.

Sets Duelist tag on Pix.

Teleport to escape Infestation.

End turn with Momentum 1


Marcus curses under his breath as the Gallade avoids the swarm completely but, still. The more high-powered Moves he could force out of the Gallade the better.

"Alright Pix, if you can't trap him just drown him! Bubblebeam!"

The Surskit chirps loudly at the Gallade, likely unhappy with the complete avoidance of the previous technique, before spinning rapidly to rise on a water spout and launching a truly terrifying barrage of bubbles at his opponent.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix activates Maelstrom Pulse! Pix uses Bubblebeam!
AC 2: [roll0], Crits 18+, Lowers Speed 16+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus curses under his breath as the Gallade avoids the swarm completely but, still. The more high-powered Moves he could force out of the Gallade the better.

"Alright Pix, if you can't trap him just drown him! Bubblebeam!"

The Surskit chirps loudly at the Gallade, likely unhappy with the complete avoidance of the previous technique, before spinning rapidly to rise on a water spout and launching a truly terrifying barrage of bubbles at his opponent.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix activates Maelstrom Pulse! Pix uses Bubblebeam!
AC 2: [roll0], Crits 18+, Lowers Speed 16+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 80/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

The Gallade grunted in pain as the bubbles slammed into his body, but he responded with a graceful flip, slashing at Pix with a move you recognized as Aerial Ace. It would hit for certain, and likely deal a ton of super effective damage to the bug.

Aerial Ace cannot miss
[roll0] for crit
[roll1] Physical Flying Damage.

End 3 Momentum

[Arcran]

The Gallade grunted in pain as the bubbles slammed into his body, but he responded with a graceful flip, slashing at Pix with a move you recognized as Aerial Ace. It would hit for certain, and likely deal a ton of super effective damage to the bug.

Aerial Ace cannot miss
[roll0] for crit
[roll1] Physical Flying Damage.

End 3 Momentum


The instant the Gallade connected with the Surskit a great burst of sweet-smelling sap erupted from the small Pokemon, blanketing the battlefield, more than a small amount getting in the Gallade's eyes. While the hit had left Pix barely standing, it has also provided just the chance Pix needed to disengage, getting just out of the melee range of the Gallade.

"Alright Pix, again! Sweet Swarm!"

With the Gallade already covered in sap, the tiny bugs rapidly close to take down the Blade Pokemon.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Pix disengages a little back!

Pix activates Danger Syrup! The Gallade is Blinded and suffers -2 Evasion!

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix uses Sweet Swarm!
AC 3: [roll0], Crits 18+
AC 3: [roll1], Crits 18+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]
Attack ignores non-stat Evasion. Target is in a Vortex.

Pix trades in her Digestion Buff! Pix heals 5 HP!

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 23/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[Prehysterical]

End Interlude 1; Begin Interlude 2: A Psychic for You, a Psychic for Me

You were outside of Central, avoiding the city proper and camping on the edges as you skirted the gigantic city. You and Gladia were practicing swordplay when you noticed a Pokemon watching from the treeline. It didn't appear to be a fighter itself, instead having the look of a Psychic Type if you had to guess. It's head was tilted inquisitorially as it watched your practice session.
Pausing in one of his forms, Angus looks at the little figure. Gladia glides out of his hand and regards the newcomer with wary curiosity. Lamorak stood up tall to look down at the figure, while the still un-named Cubone merely slung her signature weapon casually over her shoulder.

Walking casually toward the onlooker, Angus asks, "What are you doing alone out here, little one? Did you need something?"

[CosmicOccurence]

The instant the Gallade connected with the Surskit a great burst of sweet-smelling sap erupted from the small Pokemon, blanketing the battlefield, more than a small amount getting in the Gallade's eyes. While the hit had left Pix barely standing, it has also provided just the chance Pix needed to disengage, getting just out of the melee range of the Gallade.

"Alright Pix, again! Sweet Swarm!"

With the Gallade already covered in sap, the tiny bugs rapidly close to take down the Blade Pokemon.


Marcus: 2/7 AP

Pix disengages a little back!

Pix activates Danger Syrup! The Gallade is Blinded and suffers -2 Evasion!

Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Pix uses Sweet Swarm!
AC 3: [roll0], Crits 18+
AC 3: [roll1], Crits 18+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]
Attack ignores non-stat Evasion. Target is in a Vortex.

Pix trades in her Digestion Buff! Pix heals 5 HP!

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: 23/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: 21/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 2 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

So I forgot to account for the sweet scent evasion penalty in our previous conversations, turning his evasion from 4 to 2, meaning infestation actually hits. Surprise!

It seemed for a second like the Gallade would again evade the swarm of bugs, but it seemed that a single bug caught the scent, allowing the rest of the swarm to home in on him. As he batted at the bugs, blinded by the syrup, he attempted to slash at you with a blade made of psychic energy.


Vortex damage at the start of the round

Psycho Cut AC 2 [roll0].
[roll1]


[roll2] to get out of Vortex DC 20


Well it doesn't look like Riposte will last another battle. Koon said, Meaning the only hope for victory is taking out your Nidoking before another battle starts. He smiled then, as if he were enjoying himself greatly. It's always nice to battle as the underdog every now and then. Now, let's make this happen. General to B6.

As the Mawlie dashed forwards, the Gallade stood uncomfortably in its square, surrounded by an ever-shifting swarm of insects held in statis by the field's special properties.

[CosmicOccurence]

Pausing in one of his forms, Angus looks at the little figure. Gladia glides out of his hand and regards the newcomer with wary curiosity. Lamorak stood up tall to look down at the figure, while the still un-named Cubone merely slung her signature weapon casually over her shoulder.

Walking casually toward the onlooker, Angus asks, "What are you doing alone out here, little one? Did you need something?"

The Pokemon seemed confused by what was happening. Why ... blade? it asked, using some sort of mental link to communicate. While able to use words, it was clearly unable to express itself as clearly as a human would.

Intuition please! DC 6

[Arcran]

So I forgot to account for the sweet scent evasion penalty in our previous conversations, turning his evasion from 4 to 2, meaning infestation actually hits. Surprise!

It seemed for a second like the Gallade would again evade the swarm of bugs, but it seemed that a single bug caught the scent, allowing the rest of the swarm to home in on him. As he batted at the bugs, blinded by the syrup, he attempted to slash at you with a blade made of psychic energy.


Vortex damage at the start of the round

Psycho Cut AC 2 [roll0].
[roll1]


[roll2] to get out of Vortex DC 20


Well it doesn't look like Riposte will last another battle. Koon said, Meaning the only hope for victory is taking out your Nidoking before another battle starts. He smiled then, as if he were enjoying himself greatly. It's always nice to battle as the underdog every now and then. Now, let's make this happen. General to B6.

As the Mawlie dashed forwards, the Gallade stood uncomfortably in its square, surrounded by an ever-shifting swarm of insects held in statis by the field's special properties.

Pix is sent flying by the attack, causing Marcus to frown. Two big hits would mean some lasting injuries for Pix but, still. The little Surskit had managed to put a very, very large dent in her opponent.

"Sorry Icon, but your horn isn't quite as effective here. Champion to D5," Marcus commands, drawing an angry look from the Nidoking. Still, without any Super Effective attacks, Marcus didn't like his odds against one of the Gym Leader's Pokemon. If Icon had Earth Power or something, sure, but for now it was a bad matchup.

[CosmicOccurence]

Pix is sent flying by the attack, causing Marcus to frown. Two big hits would mean some lasting injuries for Pix but, still. The little Surskit had managed to put a very, very large dent in her opponent.

"Sorry Icon, but your horn isn't quite as effective here. Champion to D5," Marcus commands, drawing an angry look from the Nidoking. Still, without any Super Effective attacks, Marcus didn't like his odds against one of the Gym Leader's Pokemon. If Icon had Earth Power or something, sure, but for now it was a bad matchup.

After a long series of moves during which the two of you discussed the finer points of training Psychic type Pokemon, you finally ended up during the endstage. As your Wizard moved to capture the Champion and the two were transported to the stage, Koon said. One battle here, and then another directly afterward if Riposte comes through. Either way, this is the end. Psycho Cut!

The Gallade, still blinded and run down by the insects and syrup all over him, dashed forwards, slashing blindly at Arista's body with psychic blades sprouting from its arms.


For the record of moves:
Koon: General to D6
Marcus: Champion to E5
Koon, General to E6
Marcus, Champion to D4
Koon, General to D6
Mrcus: Championto C3, Capture Ram
Koon: General to C6
Marcus: Champion to D3 (Capture Wall)
Koon General to C3
Marcus: Champion to D4
Koon General to C4
Marcus: Champion to D5
Koon: General to C5
Marcus: Champion to E6
Koon General to C6
Marcus: Champion to F5
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Chamption to E5
Koon General to E6
Marcus: Champion to F4
Koon General to F6
Marcus: Champion to E3
Koon: Champion to D2
Marcus: Champion to D4
Koon: Champion to C3
Marcus: Champion to C5
Koon: General to F5
Marcus: General to E5
Koon: Champion to C4
Marcus: Champion to B6
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: General to E5
Koon: General to F5
Marcus: General to C6
Koon: Champion to B4
Marcus: Ram to C5
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Wizard to B1
Koon: General to E6
Marcus: Wizard to B3
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Ram to B4
Koon: Champion to B5
Marcus: Wizard to B5


Riposte takes tick of damage from Infestation (DC 16 check to be free at the end of the round [roll0])

Psycho Cut AC 2 [roll1]
[roll2]

[Arcran]

After a long series of moves during which the two of you discussed the finer points of training Psychic type Pokemon, you finally ended up during the endstage. As your Wizard moved to capture the Champion and the two were transported to the stage, Koon said. One battle here, and then another directly afterward if Riposte comes through. Either way, this is the end. Psycho Cut!

The Gallade, still blinded and run down by the insects and syrup all over him, dashed forwards, slashing blindly at Arista's body with psychic blades sprouting from its arms.


For the record of moves:
Koon: General to D6
Marcus: Champion to E5
Koon, General to E6
Marcus, Champion to D4
Koon, General to D6
Mrcus: Championto C3, Capture Ram
Koon: General to C6
Marcus: Champion to D3 (Capture Wall)
Koon General to C3
Marcus: Champion to D4
Koon General to C4
Marcus: Champion to D5
Koon: General to C5
Marcus: Champion to E6
Koon General to C6
Marcus: Champion to F5
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Chamption to E5
Koon General to E6
Marcus: Champion to F4
Koon General to F6
Marcus: Champion to E3
Koon: Champion to D2
Marcus: Champion to D4
Koon: Champion to C3
Marcus: Champion to C5
Koon: General to F5
Marcus: General to E5
Koon: Champion to C4
Marcus: Champion to B6
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: General to E5
Koon: General to F5
Marcus: General to C6
Koon: Champion to B4
Marcus: Ram to C5
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Wizard to B1
Koon: General to E6
Marcus: Wizard to B3
Koon: General to F6
Marcus: Ram to B4
Koon: Champion to B5
Marcus: Wizard to B5


Riposte takes tick of damage from Infestation (DC 16 check to be free at the end of the round [roll0])

Psycho Cut AC 2 [roll1]
[roll2]


Marcus grins as the battle begins. He'd only get a single hit from Arista, but it could be enough to end the fight. Even as Koon gave a command, Marcus began shouting.

"Arista, Shady Sludge! And block that attack!"

In a blur the Grimer collapses to the ground, sliding across the ground as two tendrils of sludge creep behind the Gallade before popping up, coalescing into piercing barbs before flying towards the Gallade's back. Even as the psionic attack connects with Arista, a small blob of green sludge separates, hitting the Gallade and blocking some of its psionic potential.


Marcus: 1/7 AP

Marcus Chronicles Psycho Cut!
Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Arista uses Shady Sludge! (Shadow Sneak)
AC 2: [roll0], Crits 18+, Poisons 17+
AC 2: [roll1], Crits 18+, Poisons 17+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]

Arista heals 10 HP!

Also, after being hit by Psycho Cut, Arista will Disable it. It triggers on hit, so I should be able to do it.

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: -31/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS, 4 Injuries
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: -23/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 4 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

[Prehysterical]

The Pokemon seemed confused by what was happening. Why ... blade? it asked, using some sort of mental link to communicate. While able to use words, it was clearly unable to express itself as clearly as a human would.

Intuition please! DC 6
At first confused by the question, Angus eventually discerns its meaning and crouches down to the newcomer's level. "You see, I train myself and the others to fight so that when a real enemy arrives, we are ready. If we don't practice with each other, our skills will become dull and we will not be able to perform well when attacked. I know it must appear strange, but we do it to help each other. Does that help you understand?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus grins as the battle begins. He'd only get a single hit from Arista, but it could be enough to end the fight. Even as Koon gave a command, Marcus began shouting.

"Arista, Shady Sludge! And block that attack!"

In a blur the Grimer collapses to the ground, sliding across the ground as two tendrils of sludge creep behind the Gallade before popping up, coalescing into piercing barbs before flying towards the Gallade's back. Even as the psionic attack connects with Arista, a small blob of green sludge separates, hitting the Gallade and blocking some of its psionic potential.


Marcus: 1/7 AP

Marcus Chronicles Psycho Cut!
Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Trainings!

Arista uses Shady Sludge! (Shadow Sneak)
AC 2: [roll0], Crits 18+, Poisons 17+
AC 2: [roll1], Crits 18+, Poisons 17+
If one hits: [roll2]
If both hit: [roll3]
If one crits: [roll4]
If both crit: [roll5]

Arista heals 10 HP!

Also, after being hit by Psycho Cut, Arista will Disable it. It triggers on hit, so I should be able to do it.

Icon: 77/77 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 4 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Comiter: 67/67 HP, +1 Attack CS
Evasions: 1 Physical, 1 Special, 3 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Pix: -31/80 HP, +1 Special Attack CS, 4 Injuries
Evasions: 0 Physical, 1 Special, 5 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Arista: -23/79 HP, +1 Special Defense CS, 4 Injuries
Evasions: 3 Physical, 3 Special, 1 General
Training: Brutal (+1 Critical, +1 Effect), Focused (+1 Accuracy, +2 Skills)
Orders: None
Status: None

Quicksilver: -7/80 HP, +1 Attack CS, 2 Injuries

As the attacks struck simultaneously, both Arista and Riposte fall. At the move, Koon laughed aloud, obviously delighted at what happened. A priority move split in half for higher impact specifically targeted to counter a Type Disadvantage? That truly is a wonderful tactic to employ, especially when facing my specialties. Not many beat me in one try at this battle, as it requires critical thinking outside of simply knowing how to battle Pokemon. He dismounted from his podium and walked towards you, recalling his Pokemon while walking.

As he strode towards you, he reached up to the cloth that held his ponytail together, and he quickly removed a small pin which you recognized as the badge. Shaped vaguely in the pattern of Uxie's head, the bright yellow badge was rather different than what one might expect from a Psychic and Fairy typed gym.

This is the Lore Badge. Unlike other badges, it can't be used by Pokemon. However, trainers who hold it are able to process knowledge more quickly and easily. Additionally, for winning the Secret Battle, I have two books for you. A pair of books appeared in the air next to him, floating easily with no seeming support until you noticed a Gardevoir hanging around on one of the balconies.

There's also a matter of money, a bag of money popped up in the air, and a TM of Psychic, one of the more powerful and reliable psychic moves, a CD appeared next to the bag of money and the books.

Perhaps most important however, his this. Koon retrieved a sheet of paper and handed it to you. It was a registration form to become a student at Armedius Academy for the upcoming Spring Semester. As a Rank 3 trainer with the Lore Badge you are eligible to enroll at the Academy, the most prestigious trainer school in the world. You can turn this in at the Administrative offices, though I'd do it today or tomorrow. You were lucky to come now, as the Spring Semester's orientation starts in two days, and classes begin in four. As Headmaster of the Academy, I can personally vouch for its effectiveness, and currently two Gym Leaders: myself and Lillian Summers, are graduates of the program, as are Guard and Shackle of the Elite 4.

So I think I'm actually going to do away with the whole take-a-mon from the gym thing. It was a carryover from HZ, but I don't particularly like it. Jac and Reg will get the option for the first gym cause you did, but it's not what I'm interested in moving forward.]

Forgot to put the stuff you get in. Editing now.

You get:
Lore Badge: Grants you 2 AP per day if worn as an accessory item. This can only be used towards books! If at any point you remove the accessory, any drained AP from the Lore badge is immediately transferred to standard AP drain. If you do not have enough AP to do this, you lose access to the book's effects until you have enough AP to be drained for book's effects.

Book 1: Studies in Scarlet: A Practical Guide to Perception

Perception Adept: You may use Chronicler twice per scene without expending AP.
Master Perception: Once per scene when you use Chronicler, you may treat the Record you took as if it were part of your Archives for the remainder of the scene.


Book 2: Any Book from the playtest packet.

Psychic TM

8k dollars

303 Pokemon Exp (no more than 100 to any single Pokemon) used only for Pokemon on the field during the battle. 1 Trainer Milestone!

Enrollment form for Armedius Academy

[/spoiler]

[CosmicOccurence]

At first confused by the question, Angus eventually discerns its meaning and crouches down to the newcomer's level. "You see, I train myself and the others to fight so that when a real enemy arrives, we are ready. If we don't practice with each other, our skills will become dull and we will not be able to perform well when attacked. I know it must appear strange, but we do it to help each other. Does that help you understand?"

The Ralts stood still, obviously trying to process the complex sentences. After a few long, silent moments, you heard that strange head-voice again. You ... fight to fight more?

[Prehysterical]

The Ralts stood still, obviously trying to process the complex sentences. After a few long, silent moments, you heard that strange head-voice again. You ... fight to fight more?
Angus shakes his head. "No, I don't fight just to fight. This is, er... 'play-fighting' to help us prepare for a real fight. There are people out there that want to hurt us, so we need to know how to fight so that we can defend ourselves when they come.

Tell me, little one, have you ever had to practice something to do it better?"

[Arcran]

As the attacks struck simultaneously, both Arista and Riposte fall. At the move, Koon laughed aloud, obviously delighted at what happened. A priority move split in half for higher impact specifically targeted to counter a Type Disadvantage? That truly is a wonderful tactic to employ, especially when facing my specialties. Not many beat me in one try at this battle, as it requires critical thinking outside of simply knowing how to battle Pokemon. He dismounted from his podium and walked towards you, recalling his Pokemon while walking.

As he strode towards you, he reached up to the cloth that held his ponytail together, and he quickly removed a small pin which you recognized as the badge. Shaped vaguely in the pattern of Uxie's head, the bright yellow badge was rather different than what one might expect from a Psychic and Fairy typed gym.

This is the Lore Badge. Unlike other badges, it can't be used by Pokemon. However, trainers who hold it are able to process knowledge more quickly and easily. Additionally, for winning the Secret Battle, I have two books for you. A pair of books appeared in the air next to him, floating easily with no seeming support until you noticed a Gardevoir hanging around on one of the balconies.

There's also a matter of money, a bag of money popped up in the air, and a TM of Psychic, one of the more powerful and reliable psychic moves, a CD appeared next to the bag of money and the books.

Perhaps most important however, his this. Koon retrieved a sheet of paper and handed it to you. It was a registration form to become a student at Armedius Academy for the upcoming Spring Semester. As a Rank 3 trainer with the Lore Badge you are eligible to enroll at the Academy, the most prestigious trainer school in the world. You can turn this in at the Administrative offices, though I'd do it today or tomorrow. You were lucky to come now, as the Spring Semester's orientation starts in two days, and classes begin in four. As Headmaster of the Academy, I can personally vouch for its effectiveness, and currently two Gym Leaders: myself and Lillian Summers, are graduates of the program, as are Guard and Shackle of the Elite 4.

So I think I'm actually going to do away with the whole take-a-mon from the gym thing. It was a carryover from HZ, but I don't particularly like it. Jac and Reg will get the option for the first gym cause you did, but it's not what I'm interested in moving forward.]

Forgot to put the stuff you get in. Editing now.

You get:
Lore Badge: Grants you 2 AP per day if worn as an accessory item. This can only be used towards books! If at any point you remove the accessory, any drained AP from the Lore badge is immediately transferred to standard AP drain. If you do not have enough AP to do this, you lose access to the book's effects until you have enough AP to be drained for book's effects.

Book 1: Studies in Scarlet: A Practical Guide to Perception

Perception Adept: You may use Chronicler twice per scene without expending AP.
Master Perception: Once per scene when you use Chronicler, you may treat the Record you took as if it were part of your Archives for the remainder of the scene.


Book 2: Any Book from the playtest packet.

Psychic TM

8k dollars

303 Pokemon Exp (no more than 100 to any single Pokemon) used only for Pokemon on the field during the battle. 1 Trainer Milestone!

Enrollment form for Armedius Academy

[/spoiler]

Marcus hardly restrains himself from letting out a cry when Arista manages to take down the Gallade. He had known that between Pix's swarm and prior damage Arista had a very, very good chance of taking the Gallade down, but he hadn't been entirely certain. Now though? He'd won! It was over!

"Thank you," Marcus says, a little breathless. This whole time, this was what he had been trying to achieve. After his literal years of planning his path and the past months of training, battling and preparing for this day, he had finally defeated Koon. Even more, Koon had given him not only a Badge, funding and a powerful TM, but also books! He'd heard of Studies in Scarlet, and Cryptid Hunters could only have good applications for finding out about what exactly Quicksilver and the others were.

Still, the greatest gift by far was enrollment form. He'd finally have access to the classes that could take his battling to another level, and could do his own research into anything he could find in the Academy. It was why he'd become a Trainer, and he'd finally accomplished that task.

"Thank you so much. Th-this is why I became a Trainer," Marcus says, holding the registration form reverently. He wanted nothing more then to sprint to registration and turn this form in, but he had Koon in a good mood, and the man's undivided attention. It was as good a time to get the information he needed as any.

"Before I go though, I'd like to discuss some of your research with you, if that's alright. Your, uh, Master's thesis, actually. The paper about Symbolsight?" Marcus says, recalling his team one by one. "I think I have some information about it."

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus shakes his head. "No, I don't fight just to fight. This is, er... 'play-fighting' to help us prepare for a real fight. There are people out there that want to hurt us, so we need to know how to fight so that we can defend ourselves when they come.

Tell me, little one, have you ever had to practice something to do it better?"

For some reason, it was the word "play" that caught the Ralts's attention. You play? it asked, clearly asking if you wanted to play a game with it. A branch raised into the air, held in front of it much like somebody would hold a sword, although there was nothing physically supporting the piece of tree.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus hardly restrains himself from letting out a cry when Arista manages to take down the Gallade. He had known that between Pix's swarm and prior damage Arista had a very, very good chance of taking the Gallade down, but he hadn't been entirely certain. Now though? He'd won! It was over!

"Thank you," Marcus says, a little breathless. This whole time, this was what he had been trying to achieve. After his literal years of planning his path and the past months of training, battling and preparing for this day, he had finally defeated Koon. Even more, Koon had given him not only a Badge, funding and a powerful TM, but also books! He'd heard of Studies in Scarlet, and Cryptid Hunters could only have good applications for finding out about what exactly Quicksilver and the others were.

Still, the greatest gift by far was enrollment form. He'd finally have access to the classes that could take his battling to another level, and could do his own research into anything he could find in the Academy. It was why he'd become a Trainer, and he'd finally accomplished that task.

"Thank you so much. Th-this is why I became a Trainer," Marcus says, holding the registration form reverently. He wanted nothing more then to sprint to registration and turn this form in, but he had Koon in a good mood, and the man's undivided attention. It was as good a time to get the information he needed as any.

"Before I go though, I'd like to discuss some of your research with you, if that's alright. Your, uh, Master's thesis, actually. The paper about Symbolsight?" Marcus says, recalling his team one by one. "I think I have some information about it."

Koon's eyes didn't show any surprise I thought you might bring that paper up, he said. Unfortunately however, I don't have time for an extended conversation at the moment. If you'd like to discuss the matter further, I'd recommend signing up for the Cryptzoology Independent Research course I'm teaching this Trimester. I've no doubt that you in particular might find that course of interest.

[Arcran]

Koon's eyes didn't show any surprise I thought you might bring that paper up, he said. Unfortunately however, I don't have time for an extended conversation at the moment. If you'd like to discuss the matter further, I'd recommend signing up for the Cryptzoology Independent Research course I'm teaching this Trimester. I've no doubt that you in particular might find that course of interest.

Marcus looks at Koon in surprise. While it wasn't that far fetched that the de facto expert on cryptids could identify Quicksilver, it was still a bit of a surprise, especially when the Sneasel had spent much of the fight asleep against the Hypno. Had Lillian contacted Koon before they arrived? If they both graduated, they probably had a bit more of a connection to one another then most Gym Leaders.

"You're teaching a class?" Marcus asks. "I'll be sure to register for that then. I'm sure my Pokemon and I can learn a great deal from it. I should probably go register for that now though; thanks again, and see you in class!" Marcus says one last time before turning to leave, reading his registration time and time again as he makes his way to the Administrative Offices.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus looks at Koon in surprise. While it wasn't that far fetched that the de facto expert on cryptids could identify Quicksilver, it was still a bit of a surprise, especially when the Sneasel had spent much of the fight asleep against the Hypno. Had Lillian contacted Koon before they arrived? If they both graduated, they probably had a bit more of a connection to one another then most Gym Leaders.

"You're teaching a class?" Marcus asks. "I'll be sure to register for that then. I'm sure my Pokemon and I can learn a great deal from it. I should probably go register for that now though; thanks again, and see you in class!" Marcus says one last time before turning to leave, reading his registration time and time again as he makes his way to the Administrative Offices.

Koon bade you farewell before leaving to meet with the Director of the League about the last batch of starter battles. The administrative offices were fairly easy to find and well marked, and you were greeted by a veritable sea of students struggling to register for the Trimester and get into the courses that they were looking for. New students like yourself were given priority, so you were likely to get whatever your first choice was. You heard several students talking about something called a 'Pokken,' apparently as a way to steal spots in classes that had filled up.

After several accidental elbows in the ribs, you eventually make it to the counter for new students. After taking your paperwork and scanning your license, the woman smiled at you. Welcome to Armedius! Sorry for the rush, but it always gets like this around registration time. She pushed a course list at you. Here's the course list. You can select any but the Masterclass. Usually the Elemental Topics course is a good place for newcomers to start, but feel free to sign up for whatever you'd like.

She handed another sheaf of paper at you. Here's your orientation booklet. You move in the day after tomorrow, and orientation weekend starts then as well. If you want to get in a dorm you'll have to prove yourself in battle, so make sure your Pokemon are healed up before then.


Marcus gets the orientation booklet, which is basically this page (http://hayle.wikidot.com/armedius-academy)

Class List, Spring Trimester:
Battle Theory Courses:
- Defensive Theory, Guard (Sitting E4 member)
- Sky Battle Practicum, Gale (former E4 under Lune)
- Held Item Intensive, Carter Jorvald (Senior Professor)

Topics Courses:
- Technology Topics Course: Dream Theory, Neils Gaiman (Chief Varro Executive for DreamLabs)
- Elemental Topics Course: Electric Type, (Visiting Professor Lt. Surge, Gym Leader in Kanto)
- Enviornmental Topics Course: Endangered Species, Piper Wrystone (Safari Zone Assistant Chief)

Elective Courses:
- Introduction to Genetic Botony, Rory Summers (Daughter of Lillian Summers)
- Capture Theory and Practicum, Crystal (Visiting Professor from Johto)
- Cryptozoology Independent Research, Koon Aeros (Headmaster, Gym Leader)

Masterclass
- Mega Evolution Masterclass, Iona Fallder (Senior Professor)

[Prehysterical]

For some reason, it was the word "play" that caught the Ralts's attention. You play? it asked, clearly asking if you wanted to play a game with it. A branch raised into the air, held in front of it much like somebody would hold a sword, although there was nothing physically supporting the piece of tree.
Moving into a shielded stance, Angus replies, "If you wish to train with me, I don't have a problem with that." The Cubone stomps up and tugs on Angus's leg. "You can have a turn afterwards, I promise."

[Arcran]

Koon bade you farewell before leaving to meet with the Director of the League about the last batch of starter battles. The administrative offices were fairly easy to find and well marked, and you were greeted by a veritable sea of students struggling to register for the Trimester and get into the courses that they were looking for. New students like yourself were given priority, so you were likely to get whatever your first choice was. You heard several students talking about something called a 'Pokken,' apparently as a way to steal spots in classes that had filled up.

After several accidental elbows in the ribs, you eventually make it to the counter for new students. After taking your paperwork and scanning your license, the woman smiled at you. Welcome to Armedius! Sorry for the rush, but it always gets like this around registration time. She pushed a course list at you. Here's the course list. You can select any but the Masterclass. Usually the Elemental Topics course is a good place for newcomers to start, but feel free to sign up for whatever you'd like.

She handed another sheaf of paper at you. Here's your orientation booklet. You move in the day after tomorrow, and orientation weekend starts then as well. If you want to get in a dorm you'll have to prove yourself in battle, so make sure your Pokemon are healed up before then.


Marcus gets the orientation booklet, which is basically this page (http://hayle.wikidot.com/armedius-academy)

Class List, Spring Trimester:
Battle Theory Courses:
- Defensive Theory, Guard (Sitting E4 member)
- Sky Battle Practicum, Gale (former E4 under Lune)
- Held Item Intensive, Carter Jorvald (Senior Professor)

Topics Courses:
- Technology Topics Course: Dream Theory, Neils Gaiman (Chief Varro Executive for DreamLabs)
- Elemental Topics Course: Electric Type, (Visiting Professor Lt. Surge, Gym Leader in Kanto)
- Enviornmental Topics Course: Endangered Species, Piper Wrystone (Safari Zone Assistant Chief)

Elective Courses:
- Introduction to Genetic Botony, Rory Summers (Daughter of Lillian Summers)
- Capture Theory and Practicum, Crystal (Visiting Professor from Johto)
- Cryptozoology Independent Research, Koon Aeros (Headmaster, Gym Leader)

Masterclass
- Mega Evolution Masterclass, Iona Fallder (Senior Professor)




Marcus begins filling out the form, checking Cryptozoology Independent Research without a second thought. While he would have loved to take Held Items Intensive or Defensive Theory, if he could get Quicksilver to the same level as Toto, well, he wouldn't need any sort of technique in battle. Anyways, maybe he could sneak into the lectures for those classes and pick up some tips. It could give him an edge if he needed one. Hopefully his class wasn't full though; he didn't quite know what Pokken was yet, but it seemed fair to say a real student could easily steal his spot.

"Thanks," Marcus says with a wide grin as he hands back his form, thinking of moving in. It's at that moment that he realizes that, in all his time traveling, he'd never once called home. He wasn't going to talk to his dad, but his mom didn't deserve to not hear from him for months on end.

With that in mind, Marcus heads towards the Pokemon Center, hoping to get his damaged Pokemon patched up, jot down his few notes from the battle and, maybe, call home. If nothing else, telling his mom how well he was doing would rub it in his father's face. After that, he needed to figure out how to get into the best dorm on campus...

[CosmicOccurence]

Moving into a shielded stance, Angus replies, "If you wish to train with me, I don't have a problem with that." The Cubone stomps up and tugs on Angus's leg. "You can have a turn afterwards, I promise."

Playyy! the Ralts cried mentally as it rushed forwards toward you, the blade slamming into your shield with surprising force. As the two of you sparred you realized that it was quite skilled at combat and understood the intricacies of fighting quite well.

Even the still unnamed Cubone seemed to be enjoying herself when she had her turn against the Ralts. The Ralts seemed to instill a sense of lighthearted fun into swordplay that, while different from the solemnity that oftentimes characterized you team, was quite enjoyable in its own manner.

And just as the training session ended, you heard one more word in you head that told you all you needed to know.

Brother

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus begins filling out the form, checking Cryptozoology Independent Research without a second thought. While he would have loved to take Held Items Intensive or Defensive Theory, if he could get Quicksilver to the same level as Toto, well, he wouldn't need any sort of technique in battle. Anyways, maybe he could sneak into the lectures for those classes and pick up some tips. It could give him an edge if he needed one. Hopefully his class wasn't full though; he didn't quite know what Pokken was yet, but it seemed fair to say a real student could easily steal his spot.

"Thanks," Marcus says with a wide grin as he hands back his form, thinking of moving in. It's at that moment that he realizes that, in all his time traveling, he'd never once called home. He wasn't going to talk to his dad, but his mom didn't deserve to not hear from him for months on end.

With that in mind, Marcus heads towards the Pokemon Center, hoping to get his damaged Pokemon patched up, jot down his few notes from the battle and, maybe, call home. If nothing else, telling his mom how well he was doing would rub it in his father's face. After that, he needed to figure out how to get into the best dorm on campus...

Hello, and welcome to the Pokemon Center the happy nurse named Steven that you'd seen several times by now after returning from various training sessions. This was the Pokemon Center you'd been using as your home-base since arriving, and his expression changed from formal to lighthearted when he noticed it was you. Pokemon get injured again Marcus?

[Prehysterical]

Playyy! the Ralts cried mentally as it rushed forwards toward you, the blade slamming into your shield with surprising force. As the two of you sparred you realized that it was quite skilled at combat and understood the intricacies of fighting quite well.

Even the still unnamed Cubone seemed to be enjoying herself when she had her turn against the Ralts. The Ralts seemed to instill a sense of lighthearted fun into swordplay that, while different from the solemnity that oftentimes characterized you team, was quite enjoyable in its own manner.

And just as the training session ended, you heard one more word in you head that told you all you needed to know.

Brother
Angus tried to not to cringe at the awkward comparison between training and "play-time", but nonetheless was pleased (and surprised) to see the little creature so enthusiastic about the concept.

What the Ralts called him, however, stopped him dead in his tracks. The only other times in his life he had been called that was in a mocking or sneering tone by his brother, Brian. Here, it was so... genuine. He was lost for words.

"What... did you call me?"

[Arcran]

Hello, and welcome to the Pokemon Center the happy nurse named Steven that you'd seen several times by now after returning from various training sessions. This was the Pokemon Center you'd been using as your home-base since arriving, and his expression changed from formal to lighthearted when he noticed it was you. Pokemon get injured again Marcus?

"Yeah, beating a Gym Leader can take a lot out of them," Marcus says with a grin, showing off his new Lore Badge. "Arista and Pix are beat up pretty bad though, and Quicksilver is gonna need a little work as well. But I'm all registered now, and am going to be sticking around here for awhile. You're gonna have to keep patching up my team for awhile it would seem," Marcus says, still elated to have actually been able to join the Academy.

"Say, would you happen to know anything about the dorms? I have to pick one, and I'm not quite sure what one to go with. Thoughts?" Marcus says, fiddling with the smartwatch he'd picked up Central as he searches for information about Shooting Stars graduates.

Study all the people! Steven is in my Profiles now! Roar!

Also, General Education for my own dorm knowledge: [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus tried to not to cringe at the awkward comparison between training and "play-time", but nonetheless was pleased (and surprised) to see the little creature so enthusiastic about the concept.

What the Ralts called him, however, stopped him dead in his tracks. The only other times in his life he had been called that was in a mocking or sneering tone by his brother, Brian. Here, it was so... genuine. He was lost for words.

"What... did you call me?"

Brother ... it repeated. Brother ... in fun?

It seemed unsure about the last part, but afterwards it nodded its overly large head - branch bobbing at the same time - as if it was happy with its choice of words.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yeah, beating a Gym Leader can take a lot out of them," Marcus says with a grin, showing off his new Lore Badge. "Arista and Pix are beat up pretty bad though, and Quicksilver is gonna need a little work as well. But I'm all registered now, and am going to be sticking around here for awhile. You're gonna have to keep patching up my team for awhile it would seem," Marcus says, still elated to have actually been able to join the Academy.

"Say, would you happen to know anything about the dorms? I have to pick one, and I'm not quite sure what one to go with. Thoughts?" Marcus says, fiddling with the smartwatch he'd picked up Central as he searches for information about Shooting Stars graduates.

Study all the people! Steven is in my Profiles now! Roar!

Also, General Education for my own dorm knowledge: [roll0]

Oh I didn't realize you were going to challenge Koon today! Steven exclaimed. Congratulations on getting admitted into the Academy. Sometimes people come to challenge the gym and move on without even taking a class. I just don't understand it. He shook his head and began to scan your Pokeballs into the system before sending them to a back room on a Chansey guided cart.

As for dorms, I'm not totally sure, as I wasn't part of any of the dorms. Battling wasn't really my strong suit, and any of the dorms worth being in usually ask for some sort of demonstration of skill or dedication in order to join in order to keep their quality high. Winning the Gym Badge is only the first step in Armedius, as everybody is at least somewhat competent. Now there's the Children of Xerneas Dorm to accommodate healers looking to join dorms, but that wasn't really an option for me. I've heard the Elba Dorm is pretty good these days though. They currently hold three different positions on the Armedius 7, meaning they've nearly got control of the school. You knew from the orientation packet and your own research that a majority ruling on the council could change a great many things about the school that they desired, although the Armedius 7 (sometimes referred to simply as the Council) was usually fairly conservative in its decisions and rarely implemented far-reaching changes to school policy.


You'd heard the name Shooting Star Dorm before, but you'd never seriously looked into it before. Generally it was regarded the highest quality of the dorms, but they were exceedingly selective (which you gathered from your orientation packet which mentioned them briefly as examples of dorms). While you couldn't find exactly what their selection process was, it became clear quickly through your online searching that they only accepted individuals who challenged the Gym Leader's Secret Battle and won ... on their first try. This alone would usually limit the number of candidates who were even able to be considered. As for famous names from the dorm, Koon, Guard were the two biggest names associated with the dorm, both having been 1st rank in the Academy before graduating. Even Lillian had been a part of this dorm for most of her time here, although she left while 3rd Seat in the Armedius 7 to form the Green Seeds dorm, which still thrives today. Famously, the trainer Red from Kanto had been accepted into the dorm, though he only stayed for a single Trimester.

There were also copious arguments about the relative merits and detriments of the dorm, usually in contrast to the Elba dorm that Steven had mentioned before, as it was less selective, but more aggressive in its unity and drive to obtain seats on the Council.

[Arcran]

Oh I didn't realize you were going to challenge Koon today! Steven exclaimed. Congratulations on getting admitted into the Academy. Sometimes people come to challenge the gym and move on without even taking a class. I just don't understand it. He shook his head and began to scan your Pokeballs into the system before sending them to a back room on a Chansey guided cart.

As for dorms, I'm not totally sure, as I wasn't part of any of the dorms. Battling wasn't really my strong suit, and any of the dorms worth being in usually ask for some sort of demonstration of skill or dedication in order to join in order to keep their quality high. Winning the Gym Badge is only the first step in Armedius, as everybody is at least somewhat competent. Now there's the Children of Xerneas Dorm to accommodate healers looking to join dorms, but that wasn't really an option for me. I've heard the Elba Dorm is pretty good these days though. They currently hold three different positions on the Armedius 7, meaning they've nearly got control of the school. You knew from the orientation packet and your own research that a majority ruling on the council could change a great many things about the school that they desired, although the Armedius 7 (sometimes referred to simply as the Council) was usually fairly conservative in its decisions and rarely implemented far-reaching changes to school policy.


You'd heard the name Shooting Star Dorm before, but you'd never seriously looked into it before. Generally it was regarded the highest quality of the dorms, but they were exceedingly selective (which you gathered from your orientation packet which mentioned them briefly as examples of dorms). While you couldn't find exactly what their selection process was, it became clear quickly through your online searching that they only accepted individuals who challenged the Gym Leader's Secret Battle and won ... on their first try. This alone would usually limit the number of candidates who were even able to be considered. As for famous names from the dorm, Koon, Guard were the two biggest names associated with the dorm, both having been 1st rank in the Academy before graduating. Even Lillian had been a part of this dorm for most of her time here, although she left while 3rd Seat in the Armedius 7 to form the Green Seeds dorm, which still thrives today. Famously, the trainer Red from Kanto had been accepted into the dorm, though he only stayed for a single Trimester.

There were also copious arguments about the relative merits and detriments of the dorm, usually in contrast to the Elba dorm that Steven had mentioned before, as it was less selective, but more aggressive in its unity and drive to obtain seats on the Council.


Marcus is met with a pleasant surprise when he sees that he's already accomplished the primary criterion for joining the Shooting Stars. If they'd produced two Gym Leaders and an Elite Four member, that seemed like Marcus' best option. If nothing else, following in the footsteps of Koon and Guard was something he couldn't go amiss in doing.

Of course, there are other factors at play, Marcus thinks to himself, absentmindedly slipping into his Symbolsight for a moment. He'd have to try to see who was in what dorm before he made a decision.

"Got it," Marcus says, nodding as Steven goes over what he knew. While the healer's dorm wasn't exactly Marcus' cup of tea, the information was nonetheless useful. "Anyways, I think I need call home. Let the parents know I'm not dead and all that, you know?" Marcus says, pulling out his Pokegear. "Thanks again!"

As Marcus leaves, he dials home, hoping that his mother picks up.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus is met with a pleasant surprise when he sees that he's already accomplished the primary criterion for joining the Shooting Stars. If they'd produced two Gym Leaders and an Elite Four member, that seemed like Marcus' best option. If nothing else, following in the footsteps of Koon and Guard was something he couldn't go amiss in doing.

Of course, there are other factors at play, Marcus thinks to himself, absentmindedly slipping into his Symbolsight for a moment. He'd have to try to see who was in what dorm before he made a decision.

"Got it," Marcus says, nodding as Steven goes over what he knew. While the healer's dorm wasn't exactly Marcus' cup of tea, the information was nonetheless useful. "Anyways, I think I need call home. Let the parents know I'm not dead and all that, you know?" Marcus says, pulling out his Pokegear. "Thanks again!"

As Marcus leaves, he dials home, hoping that his mother picks up.

The phone rang for several moments before a tired voice that you recognized as your mother's picked up the phone.

Hello? she asked.

anything I should know about your mom? Sounds like she's a lot more supportive than you father, just wondering if you had anything in mind so I can stick with you vision here

[Arcran]

The phone rang for several moments before a tired voice that you recognized as your mother's picked up the phone.

Hello? she asked.

anything I should know about your mom? Sounds like she's a lot more supportive than you father, just wondering if you had anything in mind so I can stick with you vision here

"Uh, hey mom," Marcus says awkwardly. "It's, uh, it's Marcus. I kinda realized I haven't called home, well, at all, so I figured I should probably actually do that," Marcus says in the tone of somebody already expecting to get yelled at. There was no way she'd be happy that he just hadn't reported in at all for so long.

I'd go with your typical overprotective mother who was way too involved in everything her son did back when he was at home. Probably disappointed that he chose to follow the Pokemon Trainer path when he was "so bright and capable of doing anything!" but, now that he's set on it, is begrudgingly supporting it.

[Prehysterical]

Brother ... it repeated. Brother ... in fun?

It seemed unsure about the last part, but afterwards it nodded its overly large head - branch bobbing at the same time - as if it was happy with its choice of words.
A smile made its way onto Angus's face and he suppressed a chuckle. "Ah, I see... Well, if you truly enjoy such things, you can come with us. I would be happy to teach you whatever I can. You would like to get better at it, wouldn't you?"

[CosmicOccurence]

"Uh, hey mom," Marcus says awkwardly. "It's, uh, it's Marcus. I kinda realized I haven't called home, well, at all, so I figured I should probably actually do that," Marcus says in the tone of somebody already expecting to get yelled at. There was no way she'd be happy that he just hadn't reported in at all for so long.

I'd go with your typical overprotective mother who was way too involved in everything her son did back when he was at home. Probably disappointed that he chose to follow the Pokemon Trainer path when he was "so bright and capable of doing anything!" but, now that he's set on it, is begrudgingly supporting it.

Marcus? Her voice had increased in interest immensely from her initial hello. However, that one shocked word was all the surprise you got out of her, and she quickly launched into one of her talks. It has been two and a half montsh since you left and you just now call me? You could have at least left me your Pokegear number so I could make sure you weren't dead. Goodness I know that you don't care much for your father (though neither do I suppose, he's a fat piece of lard he is), but you could have at least rang your dear mother once or twice.

You know the Otteson twins are hard at work on a fishing boat these days. Make good money they do, and they even get to use their Pokemon that they got from their trainer licenses last year. And what about you? Living alone as a trainer, how on earth can you afford to live and eat? Or have you found yourself a job in Central? I've heard that Varro Corp is always hiring. They even like trainers with a few gym badges, so if you ever get strong enough to win a badge or two, that could be a wonderful career opportunity if you ever tire of being a career trainer. She paused to take a breath, finally giving you a chance to break into the conversation.

[CosmicOccurence]

A smile made its way onto Angus's face and he suppressed a chuckle. "Ah, I see... Well, if you truly enjoy such things, you can come with us. I would be happy to teach you whatever I can. You would like to get better at it, wouldn't you?"

The Ralts' face broke out in what could only be a smile, and you heard a resounding voice in your head say,

Yes


End of Interlude 2

Now I've got your other interludes up in the first posts. If you'd like to respond to those, that'd be fine, but we won't be RPing them per se. When Angus is fully updated and I look over him, we can begin with Chapter 2 in earnest.

[Arcran]

Marcus? Her voice had increased in interest immensely from her initial hello. However, that one shocked word was all the surprise you got out of her, and she quickly launched into one of her talks. It has been two and a half montsh since you left and you just now call me? You could have at least left me your Pokegear number so I could make sure you weren't dead. Goodness I know that you don't care much for your father (though neither do I suppose, he's a fat piece of lard he is), but you could have at least rang your dear mother once or twice.

You know the Otteson twins are hard at work on a fishing boat these days. Make good money they do, and they even get to use their Pokemon that they got from their trainer licenses last year. And what about you? Living alone as a trainer, how on earth can you afford to live and eat? Or have you found yourself a job in Central? I've heard that Varro Corp is always hiring. They even like trainers with a few gym badges, so if you ever get strong enough to win a badge or two, that could be a wonderful career opportunity if you ever tire of being a career trainer. She paused to take a breath, finally giving you a chance to break into the conversation.

Marcus almost rolls his eyes when his mom starts talking about the Ottesons. Sure, if Marcus wanted to he could work on a fishing boat. Hell, he'd probably be even good at it: Pix was a fantastic swimmer, and with her sap she could draw any Pokemon he wanted into his net.

"Well, the Academy covers food, so that won't be an issue anymore," Marcus says, pausing and waiting for his mother's response. If he got strong enough for a few Badges? "So I guess cold cans of beans and free Pokemon Center food won't be happening quite as often now."

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus almost rolls his eyes when his mom starts talking about the Ottesons. Sure, if Marcus wanted to he could work on a fishing boat. Hell, he'd probably be even good at it: Pix was a fantastic swimmer, and with her sap she could draw any Pokemon he wanted into his net.

"Well, the Academy covers food, so that won't be an issue anymore," Marcus says, pausing and waiting for his mother's response. If he got strong enough for a few Badges? "So I guess cold cans of beans and free Pokemon Center food won't be happening quite as often now."

Beans?!? She exclaimed in horror. My only son is eating beans? I will not have that! Tell you what, give me your address and I'll send you some real food. Your Aunt Carla just finished a batch of cookies that I'll send over today.

She paused for a second. And what is this about an Academy? Are you going to school now? I'm glad to see that travelling has reaffirmed your desire to get a high school diploma, because Stormwrack West certainly isn't going to take you back after you disappeared without giving them a note. Obviously she didn't understand what Academy you were referring to, although with your mother's knowledge of Pokemon and the League, she may not even know that Armedius Academy wasn't just a dumb name for a dumb city decided by dumb easterner Haylites.

[Arcran]

Beans?!? She exclaimed in horror. My only son is eating beans? I will not have that! Tell you what, give me your address and I'll send you some real food. Your Aunt Carla just finished a batch of cookies that I'll send over today.

She paused for a second. And what is this about an Academy? Are you going to school now? I'm glad to see that travelling has reaffirmed your desire to get a high school diploma, because Stormwrack West certainly isn't going to take you back after you disappeared without giving them a note. Obviously she didn't understand what Academy you were referring to, although with your mother's knowledge of Pokemon and the League, she may not even know that Armedius Academy wasn't just a dumb name for a dumb city decided by dumb easterner Haylites.

"Mom, not an Academy, The Academy. The one back east, where two of the Gym Leaders and one of the Elite Four trained? The one that you have to have three Badges to join? The one I talked about all the freakin' time back at home?" Marcus says in a tired tone. He'd somehow forgotten just how oblivious to the Pokemon world his family was. Although, if she did ask for his address he would take those cookies...

[CosmicOccurence]

"Mom, not an Academy, The Academy. The one back east, where two of the Gym Leaders and one of the Elite Four trained? The one that you have to have three Badges to join? The one I talked about all the freakin' time back at home?" Marcus says in a tired tone. He'd somehow forgotten just how oblivious to the Pokemon world his family was. Although, if she did ask for his address he would take those cookies...

You're telling me that you've already got three badges? Isn't it supposed to take close to half a year to earn even one? God knows the twins weren't able to get any when they headed up to Wrystone in an attempt to be trainers. You're not pulling my leg are you?

When you affirmed that you were not in fact kidding, she laughed aloud. Well would you look at that! All that studying may pay off eventually. Three badges eh? Well you're not challenging Chronos anytime soon, but I suppose that would be something to write home about if you ever decided to contact your poor old mother. Oh your father will just hate it when I tell him this.

[Arcran]

You're telling me that you've already got three badges? Isn't it supposed to take close to half a year to earn even one? God knows the twins weren't able to get any when they headed up to Wrystone in an attempt to be trainers. You're not pulling my leg are you?

When you affirmed that you were not in fact kidding, she laughed aloud. Well would you look at that! All that studying may pay off eventually. Three badges eh? Well you're not challenging Chronos anytime soon, but I suppose that would be something to write home about if you ever decided to contact your poor old mother. Oh your father will just hate it when I tell him this.

"Yeah, he thought I'd burn out pretty quick for some reason," Marcus says with a smirk that was entirely for himself. He hadn't just proven his father wrong; he'd proven him wrong in a rather spectacular way. "Oh, make sure you tell him I've got a Nidoking. He'll particularly love that little bit," Marcus says. He was particularly proud of Icon, especially after the display he'd made in the last battle. And while Pix and Arista were impressive, they didn't carry quite the same regality as a Nidoking. And, well, his dad would hate the fact he had such a powerful Pokemon. "I'll send you a picture of my team and I later, just so you can see I still have all my limbs."

"But yeah, things are going pretty damn well. Three Badges, some new friends, and now I'm an official Academy student. Taking a class taught by Koon, so I should learn a lot. It's even on Cryptids, so maybe I'll be challenging Chronos sooner then you thought?" Marcus jokes, adding in a quick laugh so his mom would know he was kidding.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yeah, he thought I'd burn out pretty quick for some reason," Marcus says with a smirk that was entirely for himself. He hadn't just proven his father wrong; he'd proven him wrong in a rather spectacular way. "Oh, make sure you tell him I've got a Nidoking. He'll particularly love that little bit," Marcus says. He was particularly proud of Icon, especially after the display he'd made in the last battle. And while Pix and Arista were impressive, they didn't carry quite the same regality as a Nidoking. And, well, his dad would hate the fact he had such a powerful Pokemon. "I'll send you a picture of my team and I later, just so you can see I still have all my limbs."

"But yeah, things are going pretty damn well. Three Badges, some new friends, and now I'm an official Academy student. Taking a class taught by Koon, so I should learn a lot. It's even on Cryptids, so maybe I'll be challenging Chronos sooner then you thought?" Marcus jokes, adding in a quick laugh so his mom would know he was kidding.

Oh I'll have to start a scrapbook or something she said, and you could see her rummaging through her crafting supplies in your head. And who's a Koon? What's a Cryptid? If my baby boy already has three badges, then I suppose I should finally buckle down and learn some of this. I'll go to the library and use the internet to search for the Koon and the Cryptids. Oooh that Otteson woman will be so jealous after her sons failed.

In the muffled background you heard the sound of the slamming door, a sound you were infinitely familiar with. Oh I've got to go honey: your father's home. Text me your address! The she abruptly hung up, no doubt to pester your father about whether or not he'd found a job yet.

[Arcran]

Oh I'll have to start a scrapbook or something she said, and you could see her rummaging through her crafting supplies in your head. And who's a Koon? What's a Cryptid? If my baby boy already has three badges, then I suppose I should finally buckle down and learn some of this. I'll go to the library and use the internet to search for the Koon and the Cryptids. Oooh that Otteson woman will be so jealous after her sons failed.

In the muffled background you heard the sound of the slamming door, a sound you were infinitely familiar with. Oh I've got to go honey: your father's home. Text me your address! The she abruptly hung up, no doubt to pester your father about whether or not he'd found a job yet.

"I'll send it to you as soon as I find out! Love you!" Marcus tries to fit in before the phone hangs up, to no avail. Still, the whole conversation left Marcus in a considerably better mood, partly due to, well, his mom getting to realize exactly how well he was doing, and the fact that his father would be driven crazy.

A contended grin on his face, Marcus heads back into the Pokemon Center, pulling out his new books as he finds an unoccupied corner to begin studying the books given to him by Koon. If he was right, the Cryptid one had been given to him for a reason; Lillian had to have told Koon about Quicksilver. The Sneasel hadn't exactly made a grand enough display to warrant that identification right away.

After reading for a short bit though, Marcus pulls out his Pokegear and going to the internet, searching for information about activities Trainers could do with their Pokemon in Armedius. His team deserved a little break after all the work they'd put in.

Going to take the healing time to Bind Rank 1 of my two new Books as well as add my new Profiles in. Using the Lore Badge AP to bind those.

[Prehysterical]

Angus Interludes

Meeting Lillian

Well thank you again child, Lillian said as she placed the delivery of eggs in a hatchery. I really do appreciate you doing this. I know it was dangerous, but all of my Gym Trainers have been so busy ensuring safety for the Harvest Festival in a few months, as Jamba has become increasingly active in these parts.

Lillian was an older woman, with more wrinkles than you could count. She seemed surprisingly spry in her step however, and did not move hunched like some people her age. She deftly handled the eggs with somebody with long experience hatching and training newborn Pokemon, which made sense for a trainer who was responsible for raising bug types for new trainers.

Now are you sure that you'd rather not have a Gym Battle? she asked with a wry smile. When you told her again that you weren't interested in the gyms, she sighed and responded. Well then, I suppose I'll need to do this then. She took your Trainer's License and quickly ran it through an archaic machine that looked much, much older than what you'd seen in Central.

There. You're now effectively considered a Rank 3 trainer. While you don't have the badges to challenge the league, this will allow you to travel to places like Hidden Oasis and back to Zahaard without needing an escort. In short, it's both a recognition of your talent and a token of my thanks. This way you will be able to travel back home if you choose to.

After some closing pleasantries you took your leave, heading back to the ranch to return the cart and Beaulah before you headed off on your journey.

As Angus walked away, it sank it how much that simple gesture meant. It's good to see that not everyone in the League is so caught up in bureaucracy...

The Ambush

You were just leaving the territory of Thousand Acres when it happened. Travelling on a dirt road surrounded by trees, three masked figures jumped out at you, each with a different colored monkey. They immediately launched Fire, Water, and Grass attacks at you and Gladia, and you received a nasty burn from the initial ember attack. While the humans themselves didn't battle, their Pokmeon were well trained and coordinated to attack you from all sides.

In fact, it seemed for a while that you would lose the battle easily, at least until Lamrock, who had gone off to look for truffles, came rocketing through the trees and slammed headfirst into the Fire Monkey (Pansear it was called you remembered). After one went down, the battle became remarkably easier, with Gladia able to act without fear of being melted down by the intense heat of the fire.

As you finished the battle up though, the three masked figures vanished into the trees, as agile as the Pokmeon they trained. The only thing you could find was a letter, dropped by one of the assailants, that read almost identically to the one which the piper who tried to steal the eggs had held. Serenity Town seemed to be where everything pointed to.

While an ambush had not been unexpected, the precision and coordination shown nearly overwhelmed the young man and his team. After the dust settled, and Angus had identified the assailants as yet more Jamba, he glowered sternly at Lamorak. "You and I are going to have a little chat about wandering off by yourself into the forest. I know you enjoy the outdoors, but getting separated is what kills people." Lamorak glared in return and snorted indignantly. Eventually, Angus patted him on his rocky head. "Oh, all right, it was a good thing that you showed up when you did. Still, you get to stay up on first watch tonight." The rockhead scurried back into the underbrush, eventually bringing back a collection of truffles and a wagging tail.

The Crimson Armor

After your first dream, you quickly recognized this as a dream which, while similar, was different in its own ways. You hadn't increased in power of skill, and your Pokemon hadn't suddenly evolved. Heck, it seemed as though you were nothing more than a ghost observing the scene. In fact, other than that this was occurring while you slept, there was no similarities to the previous dream other than the man in hulking red armor who had defeated you so thoroughly last time.

Now he stood with his massive greatsword training with another man, about your age, with his hair cropped close to his head. A tattoo you recognized as marking the boy as from the peasant class who had been born an indentured servant to work his whole life as a peasant, not even allowed to take the tests to become a trainer. The tattoo was a series of intricate patterns around his eyes, rings and loops that you understood to mean he had been trained as a serving boy. He appeared to be training with the armored man.

Now Albert the man intoned. Show me what you and Ophelia have learned. The boy, Albert, released from his Worldseed what you recognized to be a Honedge, though it had ridges that Gladia lacked. As Albert struck out with the blade, it seemed to you at first that he was an amateur, as he was far out of range of the large man. However, the blade extended at the ridges, strung together by metal cord, snaking around the man's legs, and bringing him to the ground with a thunderous crash. As the dust cleared, your sight activated once more, showing you the same signs over their heads as over yours (minus the mark of Regigigas), Arceus's cross, although theirs were shining like polished steel.

How was that master Pluto? Albert asked the figure.

Slow, replied to sword, though you could locate no mouth of any sort. Had he not wanted to be hit he would have avoided the strike altogether. It, like Gauntlet could talk. You weren't alone. And when you saw the insignia of a chess piece on his uniform, you knew that you weren't allies either.

The dream blurred out of focus. This time you did not visit Regigigas's chamber, but instead skipped that portion of last dream's pattern and woke up, sweating in your camp.

Angus tried to go back to sleep, but fails as questions circulate in his mind. How could the Crimson One still be alive? What sort of Honedge can do such a thing? Will Gauntlet change, too? Was Albert the founder of Jamba, or just a member? Eventually, weariness won out as Angus fell into dreamless sleep.

Family Correspondence

You were three days from Serenity, and the walk was rather lonely. However, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a shape circling in the sky. Only three days ago you'd faced a Knight from Jamba who was hunting you down; had he come for a second round? As the winged shape circled lower and lower however, you eventually recognized the shape as Rikash, your family's most reliable Skarmory messenger.

It spiraled downwards slowly, almost lazily, towards you. When it got close enough you finally spotted the waterproof case that you had expected to see. Rikash would not have come all this way without an important message, and it only made sense that they would keep it safe from the elements. It landed about thirty feet in front of you on a convenient stump, holding its leg out expectantly. When you had untied the cylinder, Rikash flew off with a squawk: obviously no return message had been requested. The letter inside was relatively short, brief and to the point, written earlier in the week.
Angus had to sit on the nearby stump as he absorbed everything the letter has said. Roderick... Father... is dead? And these figures... Could they possibly be Jamba?

I can come home, but... is it really home now?

Senga has to come first. She needs me, whether she knows it or not.

Angus's fingers ached for a pen. To tell his brother of the coming storm. But, of course, Brian always preferred declaration over discussion. Secreting his letter away, Angus continued on his journey.

[CosmicOccurence]

"I'll send it to you as soon as I find out! Love you!" Marcus tries to fit in before the phone hangs up, to no avail. Still, the whole conversation left Marcus in a considerably better mood, partly due to, well, his mom getting to realize exactly how well he was doing, and the fact that his father would be driven crazy.

A contended grin on his face, Marcus heads back into the Pokemon Center, pulling out his new books as he finds an unoccupied corner to begin studying the books given to him by Koon. If he was right, the Cryptid one had been given to him for a reason; Lillian had to have told Koon about Quicksilver. The Sneasel hadn't exactly made a grand enough display to warrant that identification right away.

After reading for a short bit though, Marcus pulls out his Pokegear and going to the internet, searching for information about activities Trainers could do with their Pokemon in Armedius. His team deserved a little break after all the work they'd put in.

Going to take the healing time to Bind Rank 1 of my two new Books as well as add my new Profiles in. Using the Lore Badge AP to bind those.

A quick search revealed that, while the Academy itself was highly battle focused, most of those not part of the Academy were less interested in battles or serious training. Instead, residents of the city seemed to enjoy parks, obstacle course runs, and other forms of entertainment or interaction with Pokemon.

You quickly found an outdoor screening of the classic movie "Breakfast at Delcatty's", an outdoor food fair where local restaurants gave free samples of human and Pokemon snacks and the visitors voted on the year's best eateries, an outdoor water park opening for the spring/summer season, and hot air balloon rides sponsored by Gale.

[CosmicOccurence]

As Angus walked away, it sank it how much that simple gesture meant. It's good to see that not everyone in the League is so caught up in bureaucracy...

While an ambush had not been unexpected, the precision and coordination shown nearly overwhelmed the young man and his team. After the dust settled, and Angus had identified the assailants as yet more Jamba, he glowered sternly at Lamorak. "You and I are going to have a little chat about wandering off by yourself into the forest. I know you enjoy the outdoors, but getting separated is what kills people." Lamorak glared in return and snorted indignantly. Eventually, Angus patted him on his rocky head. "Oh, all right, it was a good thing that you showed up when you did. Still, you get to stay up on first watch tonight." The rockhead scurried back into the underbrush, eventually bringing back a collection of truffles and a wagging tail.

Angus tried to go back to sleep, but fails as questions circulate in his mind. How could the Crimson One still be alive? What sort of Honedge can do such a thing? Will Gauntlet change, too? Was Albert the founder of Jamba, or just a member? Eventually, weariness won out as Angus fell into dreamless sleep.

Angus had to sit on the nearby stump as he absorbed everything the letter has said. Roderick... Father... is dead? And these figures... Could they possibly be Jamba?

I can come home, but... is it really home now?

Senga has to come first. She needs me, whether she knows it or not.

Angus's fingers ached for a pen. To tell his brother of the coming storm. But, of course, Brian always preferred declaration over discussion. Secreting his letter away, Angus continued on his journey.


Angus Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

The moon was full tonight, meaning that it wasn't difficult for you to make out the details of the funeral home that you'd been hunting down for the past two months. It had taken a while to find it, as it was not on any of the local directories and few people knew of it. It was small, but clean, and tucked away on the edge of the city, far from any organized crime or ranger stations. In fact, it seemed rather forgettable, standing as a solitary cube next to several nondescript office complexes.

You knew from some digging around over the past few days that there was the main entrance where customers (though you hadn't yet seen any) came and went, and two back doors. One was an entrance for trucks and cars bringing in supplies and dead bodies to be taken care of, then later for those same bodies to make their way to one of the many graveyards in this town (it seemed they were everywhere in this place). The other door you weren't sure where it led to, but it was nondescript and put into the side of the building next to several rather unkempt bushes.

All of the letters had pointed to tonight, to this funeral parlor, and to your sister. From your observations today, there was probably two people inside, workers who came and went each day, although you couldn't keep watch on all three entrances at a time so you couldn't be sure. In any case, you had already gotten back from your last supply run a bit late, and technically the exchange was taking place in three minutes.

In general, I'm going to need stealth checks each post where you move around if you're trying to be sneaky/quiet. Not all of them will necessarily matter, but I don't want to tip you off if somebody's nearby by asking for a check. Of course, if you want to go in guns blazing, feel free to not do those rolls.

[Arcran]

A quick search revealed that, while the Academy itself was highly battle focused, most of those not part of the Academy were less interested in battles or serious training. Instead, residents of the city seemed to enjoy parks, obstacle course runs, and other forms of entertainment or interaction with Pokemon.

You quickly found an outdoor screening of the classic movie "Breakfast at Delcatty's", an outdoor food fair where local restaurants gave free samples of human and Pokemon snacks and the visitors voted on the year's best eateries, an outdoor water park opening for the spring/summer season, and hot air balloon rides sponsored by Gale.

Looking through the different events, Marcus pauses on the hot air balloons, particularly when he sees who it's sponsored by. He'd probably stop by the food fair later, but getting a hot air balloon ride would be an interesting experience for his team and, while it was very unlikely Gale would be present, the slim chance mean that it was useful beyond just rewarding his team.

Choice made, Marcus waits for his team to be healed, thanks Steven one last time as he leaves the Pokemon Center with a team in better health, then begins to make his way to the hot air balloons. They all deserved a reward for their work.

[Prehysterical]

Angus Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

The moon was full tonight, meaning that it wasn't difficult for you to make out the details of the funeral home that you'd been hunting down for the past two months. It had taken a while to find it, as it was not on any of the local directories and few people knew of it. It was small, but clean, and tucked away on the edge of the city, far from any organized crime or ranger stations. In fact, it seemed rather forgettable, standing as a solitary cube next to several nondescript office complexes.

You knew from some digging around over the past few days that there was the main entrance where customers (though you hadn't yet seen any) came and went, and two back doors. One was an entrance for trucks and cars bringing in supplies and dead bodies to be taken care of, then later for those same bodies to make their way to one of the many graveyards in this town (it seemed they were everywhere in this place). The other door you weren't sure where it led to, but it was nondescript and put into the side of the building next to several rather unkempt bushes.

All of the letters had pointed to tonight, to this funeral parlor, and to your sister. From your observations today, there was probably two people inside, workers who came and went each day, although you couldn't keep watch on all three entrances at a time so you couldn't be sure. In any case, you had already gotten back from your last supply run a bit late, and technically the exchange was taking place in three minutes.

In general, I'm going to need stealth checks each post where you move around if you're trying to be sneaky/quiet. Not all of them will necessarily matter, but I don't want to tip you off if somebody's nearby by asking for a check. Of course, if you want to go in guns blazing, feel free to not do those rolls.
Angus shifts uneasily in the new heavy armor that he had crafted for himself in anticipation of tonight. A new warhammer, dotted with the Six Eyes of Regigigas, hung from his belt. He'd already put his new pair of goggles on his head, the crystal lenses specially attuned to help him see in the dark. He takes a deep breath to steady himself.

Behind him, his team eagerly await the chance to go in. Over the past few months, Gauntlet had grown to tower over Angus like a true golem. Percivale, or "Percy", the Ralts had evolved into a Kirlia after helping fend off Jamba's many ambushes. Angus took note that Boudica, his new Cubone, had taken the psychic's hand once again. She had tried to hide her affection when the others were around, but Angus noted this development with interest. More than sparring partners, eh? I hope they become happy together. It would be nice for them to have a family.
Yes, I know that they're different Egg Groups and can't breed, but Angus doesn't know how breeding actually works.
Drawing his attention back to the matter at hand, Angus knows that, truthfully, there is little chance of them sneaking up to the place without being noticed. One among their number, however, might actually pull it off.

"Gladia, I know that you've been practicing your invisibility. Could you go invisible and look around a bit? Perhaps go through the wall near that third door and take a look inside?" Gladia bobs twice in agreement before disappearing from sight. Unseen and unheard, she approaches the premises like a specter.
Stealth: [roll0]
Perception (Gladia): [roll1]
Between Dead Silent and Extended Invisibility, she should be able to snoop around for eight minutes before losing stealth. She'll phase through the wall to see what's up.

[CosmicOccurence]

Looking through the different events, Marcus pauses on the hot air balloons, particularly when he sees who it's sponsored by. He'd probably stop by the food fair later, but getting a hot air balloon ride would be an interesting experience for his team and, while it was very unlikely Gale would be present, the slim chance mean that it was useful beyond just rewarding his team.

Choice made, Marcus waits for his team to be healed, thanks Steven one last time as he leaves the Pokemon Center with a team in better health, then begins to make his way to the hot air balloons. They all deserved a reward for their work.

The hot air balloon festival was held about five minutes outside the city proper, and it had already gotten started by the time you arrived. While Gale herself wasn't there, there were a couple cardboard cutouts of her that children took pictures next to. Out of all the previous generation's Elite 4, Gale had retained her popularity the most, likely because of her habit of riding her bird Pokemon into battle. She was one of the few Elite 4 members to specialize in a type, although her contemporary Eon, who after leaving the organization went back to going by Audrey, was another type specialist.

The line for the balloons was rather long, especially because Icon took up quite a bit of space. Eventually you managed to get into one of the larger balloons which would be held aloft by a Chanedlure instead of just the standard Lampent. Icon had to be put in the middle of the balloon so as not to capsize the thing, and the attendant was very clear that he couldn't shift around too much during the flight.

Hmm, we have room for one more said the attendant, who let on a young man who nodded politely at you as he entered. He looked a bit familiar, but the feeling passed as he retrieved a sketchpad and several pencils before stationing himself in the corner, propping the pad on the edge of the basket.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus shifts uneasily in the new heavy armor that he had crafted for himself in anticipation of tonight. A new warhammer, dotted with the Six Eyes of Regigigas, hung from his belt. He'd already put his new pair of goggles on his head, the crystal lenses specially attuned to help him see in the dark. He takes a deep breath to steady himself.

Behind him, his team eagerly await the chance to go in. Over the past few months, Gauntlet had grown to tower over Angus like a true golem. Percivale, or "Percy", the Ralts had evolved into a Kirlia after helping fend off Jamba's many ambushes. Angus took note that Boudica, his new Cubone, had taken the psychic's hand once again. She had tried to hide her affection when the others were around, but Angus noted this development with interest. More than sparring partners, eh? I hope they become happy together. It would be nice for them to have a family.
Yes, I know that they're different Egg Groups and can't breed, but Angus doesn't know how breeding actually works.
Drawing his attention back to the matter at hand, Angus knows that, truthfully, there is little chance of them sneaking up to the place without being noticed. One among their number, however, might actually pull it off.

"Gladia, I know that you've been practicing your invisibility. Could you go invisible and look around a bit? Perhaps go through the wall near that third door and take a look inside?" Gladia bobs twice in agreement before disappearing from sight. Unseen and unheard, she approaches the premises like a specter.
Stealth: [roll0]
Perception (Gladia): [roll1]
Between Dead Silent and Extended Invisibility, she should be able to snoop around for eight minutes before losing stealth. She'll phase through the wall to see what's up.

Gladia drifted off unseen, and about 8 minutes later she reappeared next to you in a pop. What came next was the result of two months of practice. While Gauntlet could communicate with Pokemon, most, including Gladia, couldn't communicate complex thoughts using language like humans to Gauntlet or Percy through speech or telepathy. Still though, you'd developed a way of communicating. Through bobs and twists, Gladia could answer yes/no questions, communicate numbers, and even sketch out rudimentary maps, though she tended to favor military style depictions that were sparse, if informational.

[Arcran]

The hot air balloon festival was held about five minutes outside the city proper, and it had already gotten started by the time you arrived. While Gale herself wasn't there, there were a couple cardboard cutouts of her that children took pictures next to. Out of all the previous generation's Elite 4, Gale had retained her popularity the most, likely because of her habit of riding her bird Pokemon into battle. She was one of the few Elite 4 members to specialize in a type, although her contemporary Eon, who after leaving the organization went back to going by Audrey, was another type specialist.

The line for the balloons was rather long, especially because Icon took up quite a bit of space. Eventually you managed to get into one of the larger balloons which would be held aloft by a Chanedlure instead of just the standard Lampent. Icon had to be put in the middle of the balloon so as not to capsize the thing, and the attendant was very clear that he couldn't shift around too much during the flight.

Hmm, we have room for one more said the attendant, who let on a young man who nodded politely at you as he entered. He looked a bit familiar, but the feeling passed as he retrieved a sketchpad and several pencils before stationing himself in the corner, propping the pad on the edge of the basket.

Marcus grins apologetically at Icon as the Nidoking is forced into the middle of the hot air balloon. Sometimes, the Trainer felt bad for asking his companion to evolve so early; despite his huge size, Icon was still just a little Nidoran at heart, even after all this time. And with Teffen still a Nidoran, it almost didn't feel right. He'd have to try to get her up to snuff soon, for Icon's sake if nothing else.

Of course, the rest of Marcus' team wasn't quite as limited in what they had to do. Comiter was perched on Icon's shoulder; the Cubone couldn't quite see over the side of the balloon basket, and the two had become quite close over the course of their training. With Comiter's absolute defense, he was the only one of Marcus' team that he felt comfortable matching up with Icon in training sessions, a fact that had led to no small rivalry between the two of them. Judging by the way the two were going back and forth, Comiter was a bit jealous of the Nidoking's performance in the last battle.

Arista was sprawled, quite literally, across the floor, already beginning to seep through the basket's floor. If Marcus wasn't mistaken, the second the balloon took off Arista would sink the rest of the way through to dangle below, swinging like a giant pendulum to get the best possible view of the ground. For a pile of sludge, the Grimer was more animated than Marcus could have expected, although it didn't really feel the need to gloat at the victory like Icon obviously did.

Pix, on the other hand, was almost the exact opposite. The Surskit seemed to have absorbed a bit of the Academy before Marcus captured it; even now, when they were supposed to be celebrating, the Surskit was practicing, occasionally shooting furtive glances at the Nidoking. Marcus couldn't blame the bug either; if Marcus was stuck as an under five pound bug expected to fight monstrosities like Icon, he'd be practicing all the time. If Pix wasn't perfect, he'd be hurt, badly, a fact that the bandages around his legs gave full credence to.

And Quicksilver? He was Quicksilver. The presence of somebody other than his team was a bit of annoyance to Marcus; he would have liked to talk with the Sneasel.

Which left only Gelver, who was not-so-subtly sulking on Marcus' back. All of his friends and rivals had gotten a chance to go up against Koon and had emerged victorious. Everybody except him, a fact that Gelver seemed to holding most adamantly against Marcus at the moment. The Frogadier would likely be over it after the next time he got a chance to prove himself in battle but, until then? Marcus could look forward to a frog shaped backpack. Still, the fact that Quicksilver had preformed so poorly seemed to give the Frogadier some solace; as long as his chief rival didn't single-handedly win the fight it was alright, right?

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? We'll challenge Ibis next, and I promise you'll get a chance to shine against her, alright?" Marcus says in a tired tone as Gelver simply goes limp, nearly pulling his Trainer down to the ground. At least this would stop when Gelver was a Greninja, right? He could hold up him now without much issue, but after the Pokemon nearly quadrupled in weight? Gelver would be nearly as big as him at that point...

"Well, I think we're all ready for liftoff!" Marcus says to the attendant as his team gets settled, glancing at the boy in the corner for a long moment.

General Education to identify? Maybe? [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus grins apologetically at Icon as the Nidoking is forced into the middle of the hot air balloon. Sometimes, the Trainer felt bad for asking his companion to evolve so early; despite his huge size, Icon was still just a little Nidoran at heart, even after all this time. And with Teffen still a Nidoran, it almost didn't feel right. He'd have to try to get her up to snuff soon, for Icon's sake if nothing else.

Of course, the rest of Marcus' team wasn't quite as limited in what they had to do. Comiter was perched on Icon's shoulder; the Cubone couldn't quite see over the side of the balloon basket, and the two had become quite close over the course of their training. With Comiter's absolute defense, he was the only one of Marcus' team that he felt comfortable matching up with Icon in training sessions, a fact that had led to no small rivalry between the two of them. Judging by the way the two were going back and forth, Comiter was a bit jealous of the Nidoking's performance in the last battle.

Arista was sprawled, quite literally, across the floor, already beginning to seep through the basket's floor. If Marcus wasn't mistaken, the second the balloon took off Arista would sink the rest of the way through to dangle below, swinging like a giant pendulum to get the best possible view of the ground. For a pile of sludge, the Grimer was more animated than Marcus could have expected, although it didn't really feel the need to gloat at the victory like Icon obviously did.

Pix, on the other hand, was almost the exact opposite. The Surskit seemed to have absorbed a bit of the Academy before Marcus captured it; even now, when they were supposed to be celebrating, the Surskit was practicing, occasionally shooting furtive glances at the Nidoking. Marcus couldn't blame the bug either; if Marcus was stuck as an under five pound bug expected to fight monstrosities like Icon, he'd be practicing all the time. If Pix wasn't perfect, he'd be hurt, badly, a fact that the bandages around his legs gave full credence to.

And Quicksilver? He was Quicksilver. The presence of somebody other than his team was a bit of annoyance to Marcus; he would have liked to talk with the Sneasel.

Which left only Gelver, who was not-so-subtly sulking on Marcus' back. All of his friends and rivals had gotten a chance to go up against Koon and had emerged victorious. Everybody except him, a fact that Gelver seemed to holding most adamantly against Marcus at the moment. The Frogadier would likely be over it after the next time he got a chance to prove himself in battle but, until then? Marcus could look forward to a frog shaped backpack. Still, the fact that Quicksilver had preformed so poorly seemed to give the Frogadier some solace; as long as his chief rival didn't single-handedly win the fight it was alright, right?

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? We'll challenge Ibis next, and I promise you'll get a chance to shine against her, alright?" Marcus says in a tired tone as Gelver simply goes limp, nearly pulling his Trainer down to the ground. At least this would stop when Gelver was a Greninja, right? He could hold up him now without much issue, but after the Pokemon nearly quadrupled in weight? Gelver would be nearly as big as him at that point...

"Well, I think we're all ready for liftoff!" Marcus says to the attendant as his team gets settled, glancing at the boy in the corner for a long moment.

General Education to identify? Maybe? [roll0]

No check necessary in this case! I just didn't want his identity to interfere with your RP since you mentioned you wanted to develop your mons a bit.

With a start, the Chandelure blazed to life, causing the balloon to begin filling. You felt a strange uneasiness, no doubt caused by the Pokemon's reputation for being able to burn souls, but this was a League sponsored event, so everything should be fine. By the time the balloon had filled and taken off, the feeling had subsided as you'd grown accustomed to the Chadnelure's nearby flames.

The ride itself was beautiful, and you could see the whole city of Armedius Academy and the city surrounding it. By far the two towers of the Academy were the most prominent features of the city, as the tall structures were raised even higher by the Academy's position on a hill. To the east you could see the rolling fields of Thousand Acres, and Hayle Central was a tiny speck in the distance. The region itself was beautiful, and you could see each forest, each lake, each route, like a breathtaking picture book laid out underneath you.

The stranger seemed to think the same thing, and he spent most his time sketching the scenery below. He seemed to focus on the cities and routes, and though his drawings were all in black and white, they all had a strange sense of realism to them. He was clearly a master at sketching, and he did it easily and smoothly even in the sometimes bumpy ride. Content to be silent however, he didn't interact and focused on his work.

It wasn't until he dropped his pencil and you heard his whispered Muk that you realized where you knew him from. While you didn't know his name and he was dressed much more casually than before, this man was in your journals. You didn't immediately recognize him because you'd been more focused on Toto ripping Guard's team to shreds and had run out directly afterwards, but this had been the boy sitting next to you: the First Seat of the Armedius Seven.

For a trainer that was no doubt extraordinarily skilled, he left remarkably little impression on you. He had no distinguishing features at all. With an average build, standard facial features, and a nondescript haircut, he was extraordinarily ordinary. He was the kind of person you might walk by on a street and not even notice. And as he looked sadly down at the pencil tumbling to earth, he seemed rather helpless as well.

[Arcran]

No check necessary in this case! I just didn't want his identity to interfere with your RP since you mentioned you wanted to develop your mons a bit.

With a start, the Chandelure blazed to life, causing the balloon to begin filling. You felt a strange uneasiness, no doubt caused by the Pokemon's reputation for being able to burn souls, but this was a League sponsored event, so everything should be fine. By the time the balloon had filled and taken off, the feeling had subsided as you'd grown accustomed to the Chadnelure's nearby flames.

The ride itself was beautiful, and you could see the whole city of Armedius Academy and the city surrounding it. By far the two towers of the Academy were the most prominent features of the city, as the tall structures were raised even higher by the Academy's position on a hill. To the east you could see the rolling fields of Thousand Acres, and Hayle Central was a tiny speck in the distance. The region itself was beautiful, and you could see each forest, each lake, each route, like a breathtaking picture book laid out underneath you.

The stranger seemed to think the same thing, and he spent most his time sketching the scenery below. He seemed to focus on the cities and routes, and though his drawings were all in black and white, they all had a strange sense of realism to them. He was clearly a master at sketching, and he did it easily and smoothly even in the sometimes bumpy ride. Content to be silent however, he didn't interact and focused on his work.

It wasn't until he dropped his pencil and you heard his whispered Muk that you realized where you knew him from. While you didn't know his name and he was dressed much more casually than before, this man was in your journals. You didn't immediately recognize him because you'd been more focused on Toto ripping Guard's team to shreds and had run out directly afterwards, but this had been the boy sitting next to you: the First Seat of the Armedius Seven.

For a trainer that was no doubt extraordinarily skilled, he left remarkably little impression on you. He had no distinguishing features at all. With an average build, standard facial features, and a nondescript haircut, he was extraordinarily ordinary. He was the kind of person you might walk by on a street and not even notice. And as he looked sadly down at the pencil tumbling to earth, he seemed rather helpless as well.

For a long moment, Marcus simply lets himself enjoy the view, and his team seems to do the same. Icon and Comiter stop bickering, Gelver eventually hops off his Trainer's back, and Pix stops prscticing for a brief moment to look over the edge of the basket, inspecting the landscape below.

"Get a good look around guys. We'll be here for a few more years," Marcus states, leaning over the edge. "And I just wanted to... thank you all. You've put in a lot of work over the last few months, and it all paid off today. Tomorrow is back to work, but for the rest of the day? We celebrate," Marcus says awkwardly. Icon lets out a happy roar, startling Comiter and nearly causing the Cubone to fall off.

Beside him, Gelver put a webbed hand on his back, looking his Trainer in the eye before hopping to the other side of the blimp in a single leap, sliding into a corner with Quicksilver.

Fortunately for the First Seat's pencil, a great ball of sentient sludge was hanging from the bottom of the balloon, and took the falling object as a personal challenge. A quick swing later that rocked the balloon a bit too much, and the pencil was absorbed into Arista's strange body. A few seconds later, it appeared back in the basket, right at Marcus' feet.

"Only a Grimer, actually," Marcus states, handing the pencil back to the boy with a smirk.

Below, Arista gurgled indignantly.

"Sorry, just a Grimer for now," Marcus corrects, drawing a better sound below and some mild eye rolling from Gelver.

[Prehysterical]

Gladia drifted off unseen, and about 8 minutes later she reappeared next to you in a pop. What came next was the result of two months of practice. While Gauntlet could communicate with Pokemon, most, including Gladia, couldn't communicate complex thoughts using language like humans to Gauntlet or Percy through speech or telepathy. Still though, you'd developed a way of communicating. Through bobs and twists, Gladia could answer yes/no questions, communicate numbers, and even sketch out rudimentary maps, though she tended to favor military style depictions that were sparse, if informational.
It says that every time Gladia uses Phase, she loses a Tick of hit points. Let me know how many times she would have used it and I will mark accordingly.
Once she gets back, Angus is immediately all-business. The questions, while not one right after the other, come fast as he realizes that the rendezvous is already late.
"How many people did you see?

Did you see any obvious members of Jamba?

How many Pokemon?

Can you give me a rough sketch of the interior?"

[CosmicOccurence]

For a long moment, Marcus simply lets himself enjoy the view, and his team seems to do the same. Icon and Comiter stop bickering, Gelver eventually hops off his Trainer's back, and Pix stops prscticing for a brief moment to look over the edge of the basket, inspecting the landscape below.

"Get a good look around guys. We'll be here for a few more years," Marcus states, leaning over the edge. "And I just wanted to... thank you all. You've put in a lot of work over the last few months, and it all paid off today. Tomorrow is back to work, but for the rest of the day? We celebrate," Marcus says awkwardly. Icon lets out a happy roar, startling Comiter and nearly causing the Cubone to fall off.

Beside him, Gelver put a webbed hand on his back, looking his Trainer in the eye before hopping to the other side of the blimp in a single leap, sliding into a corner with Quicksilver.

Fortunately for the First Seat's pencil, a great ball of sentient sludge was hanging from the bottom of the balloon, and took the falling object as a personal challenge. A quick swing later that rocked the balloon a bit too much, and the pencil was absorbed into Arista's strange body. A few seconds later, it appeared back in the basket, right at Marcus' feet.

"Only a Grimer, actually," Marcus states, handing the pencil back to the boy with a smirk.

Below, Arista gurgled indignantly.

"Sorry, just a Grimer for now," Marcus corrects, drawing a better sound below and some mild eye rolling from Gelver.

The First Seat chuckled at your joke and accepted the pencil, seeming not to mind the smell that rose from it. Instead he merely wiped the purple residue from it and placed it back in his pack.

Thanks he said, a sheepish look on his face. I was worried I'd lose something up here, but thanks to your Grimer it seems like I may make it out with everything I came with. My name is Devyn by the way. He extended a hand.

[CosmicOccurence]

It says that every time Gladia uses Phase, she loses a Tick of hit points. Let me know how many times she would have used it and I will mark accordingly.
Once she gets back, Angus is immediately all-business. The questions, while not one right after the other, come fast as he realizes that the rendezvous is already late.
"How many people did you see?

Did you see any obvious members of Jamba?

How many Pokemon?

Can you give me a rough sketch of the interior?"

4 Ticks.

Also, could you list what boons you gave Gauntlet and how many (if any) CP he has left in a spoiler in your original OOC post, including the ones I gave him at the start?

The Hondedge moved with deft quickness as it bobbed and wove throughout the air, the picture of military efficiency.

How many people? 2
Obvious Jamba members? No
Pokemon? 1
Rough Sketch?

The Gladia sketched out what it had seen, though it hadn't been able to explore the full building. It showed you a fairly normal interior through the front doors, with several large rooms off of it. There were two main hallways, one with several smaller rooms off of it and another leading to the back door. The area of the building with a the side door wasn't sketched out, meaning that Gladia hadn't gotten to that part of the building yet.

She also marked where the Pokemon and humans were. The single Pokemon was near the back door with one of the humans, and another human in one of the large rooms that branched off from the area directly inside the front entrance.

[Arcran]

The First Seat chuckled at your joke and accepted the pencil, seeming not to mind the smell that rose from it. Instead he merely wiped the purple residue from it and placed it back in his pack.

Thanks he said, a sheepish look on his face. I was worried I'd lose something up here, but thanks to your Grimer it seems like I may make it out with everything I came with. My name is Devyn by the way. He extended a hand.

"Marcus," the Trainer states, taking the offered hand. "And yeah, Arista has been a real life-saver today," the Trainer adds, thinking back to the not one but two members of Koon's team Arista had taken down.

"Not to sound all creepy stalker, but you're the First Chair, right? We were sitting near each other when we got to see Toto eat," Marcus says, still amazed by the sheer power that monstrosity had been capable of.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Marcus," the Trainer states, taking the offered hand. "And yeah, Arista has been a real life-saver today," the Trainer adds, thinking back to the not one but two members of Koon's team Arista had taken down.

"Not to sound all creepy stalker, but you're the First Chair, right? We were sitting near each other when we got to see Toto eat," Marcus says, still amazed by the sheer power that monstrosity had been capable of.

Devyn's face flushed when you mentioned that you had sat next to him. Oh god, I'm so sorry he said, scrambling for his sketchbook. I don't usually remember people unless I've drawn them out before. He quickly began putting out a rough draft of what was undoubtedly your face.

We didn't talk then did we? It would be really embarrassing if we talked and I didn't remember you, but it happens more than I care to admit. His hand moved furiously until there was a decently good sketch of you on the page, atop which he quickly penciled your name.

[Prehysterical]

"Good work, Gladia." Perhaps they are hiding behind that third door... At least we know now that the place isn't crawling with Pawns, at least. Angus is surprised to see that Gladia appears somewhat winded by the experience. I'll have to have the others pick up the slack.

Turning to the others, Angus says quietly, "All right, there's nothing immediately suspicious, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't expect trouble. They're already expecting someone to walk in with me, so they might be getting impatient. I can't sneak around in this armor, so don't worry about trying to creep or skulk. At the same time, we go in together. No barging straight in and roaring." He looks significantly at Lamorak, to which the rockhead snorts impatiently. "We're going to that side door over by the bushes. Gauntlet, I need you to use that new earthsense of yours to feel if there's anything out of place.

One last thing: my sister might be in there. If that's the case, do what you have to in order to get her out... even if that means leaving me. Is that understood?" Reluctantly, the team nods. Their hesitance is only overcome by their understanding of how serious this request is.

"All right, let's move out." Angus walks toward the side door, team in tow. Perhaps I'll get lucky and they won't expect someone to just walk in...

[CosmicOccurence]

"Good work, Gladia." Perhaps they are hiding behind that third door... At least we know now that the place isn't crawling with Pawns, at least. Angus is surprised to see that Gladia appears somewhat winded by the experience. I'll have to have the others pick up the slack.

Turning to the others, Angus says quietly, "All right, there's nothing immediately suspicious, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't expect trouble. They're already expecting someone to walk in with me, so they might be getting impatient. I can't sneak around in this armor, so don't worry about trying to creep or skulk. At the same time, we go in together. No barging straight in and roaring." He looks significantly at Lamorak, to which the rockhead snorts impatiently. "We're going to that side door over by the bushes. Gauntlet, I need you to use that new earthsense of yours to feel if there's anything out of place.

One last thing: my sister might be in there. If that's the case, do what you have to in order to get her out... even if that means leaving me. Is that understood?" Reluctantly, the team nods. Their hesitance is only overcome by their understanding of how serious this request is.

"All right, let's move out." Angus walks toward the side door, team in tow. Perhaps I'll get lucky and they won't expect someone to just walk in...

You encountered no resistance as you walked up to the door. While the shrubbery gave you a bit of trouble, there was nothing more sinister about them than their ability to snag on any loose fabric. As you reached the wall and door, Gauntlet crouched to the ground, his massive body peering through the earth. A shaft runs below the earth straight down behind this door. It's depth goes beyond my ability to sense.

When you try the door, no notice that its locked. Lamrock trots up to it eagerly, and you can tell by the gleam in his eye that he wants to smash it.

[Arcran]

Devyn's face flushed when you mentioned that you had sat next to him. Oh god, I'm so sorry he said, scrambling for his sketchbook. I don't usually remember people unless I've drawn them out before. He quickly began putting out a rough draft of what was undoubtedly your face.

We didn't talk then did we? It would be really embarrassing if we talked and I didn't remember you, but it happens more than I care to admit. His hand moved furiously until there was a decently good sketch of you on the page, atop which he quickly penciled your name.

"Oh, no, not that bad," Marcus says. "Just saw the pin and the notes you were taking and kinda made a note," Marcus says, pulling out his own journal. "Same thing, just less artsy. Only way I can remember everything. Do you sketch Moves too?"

[Prehysterical]

You encountered no resistance as you walked up to the door. While the shrubbery gave you a bit of trouble, there was nothing more sinister about them than their ability to snag on any loose fabric. As you reached the wall and door, Gauntlet crouched to the ground, his massive body peering through the earth. A shaft runs below the earth straight down behind this door. It's depth goes beyond my ability to sense.

When you try the door, no notice that its locked. Lamrock trots up to it eagerly, and you can tell by the gleam in his eye that he wants to smash it.
Angus looks down at the little creature and relents. "All right, but keep in mind that there is a drop on the other side. So don't overdo it and keep it quiet... as much as you can."

[CosmicOccurence]

"Oh, no, not that bad," Marcus says. "Just saw the pin and the notes you were taking and kinda made a note," Marcus says, pulling out his own journal. "Same thing, just less artsy. Only way I can remember everything. Do you sketch Moves too?"

I do, but its been a while since I've been able to see a move that I haven't sketched before. Image training is pretty common at the Academy nowadays, but most people just carry around a camera. Jun is always yelling at me for taking to long with my sketches. He sighed. What's the use of being first seat if you still get bossed around by your little sister?

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus looks down at the little creature and relents. "All right, but keep in mind that there is a drop on the other side. So don't overdo it and keep it quiet... as much as you can."

The smash actually was rather quiet, for a rock hard head slamming into a metal door. It was more of a dull 'thud' than anything. However, the problem was not that Lamrock made sound, but rather that, as soon as you saw the room inside - mostly just a shaft with a ladder in it, you saw a shiny little bell on a shelf built into the far wall. The bell had eyes.

The Pokemon opened its mouth and gave out a rather loud and long ring, no doubt sounding an alarm of some sort. However, the Pokemon did not attack, instead taking a breath before shrieking again.

[Prehysterical]

Trying to silence the bell would be more trouble than it's worth worth. Recalling Lamorak into his Worldseed, since the creature would never make it down the ladder, Angus quickly tells Gauntlet, "Hold fast here. As soon as we're down, come join us.

Everyone else, follow me."
Angus goes for the ladder and makes his way down.
Athletics check to get down the ladder faster: [roll0]

[Arcran]

I do, but its been a while since I've been able to see a move that I haven't sketched before. Image training is pretty common at the Academy nowadays, but most people just carry around a camera. Jun is always yelling at me for taking to long with my sketches. He sighed. What's the use of being first seat if you still get bossed around by your little sister?

"Nah, I'm with you. Not much of an artist, but even with Pokegear and stuff I still have to write it down. Much more personal that way," Marcus states, glancing around at his team only to see Gelver attempting to show off to Quicksilver, the Frgadier's skin periodically changing colors as he changes Types. Quicksilver, obviously, was not impressed.

"Hey, if you're First Seat that means you're in Shooting Stars, right?" Marcus asks, hoping to get some networking in. Who said rewarding his team couldn't be useful?

"Comiter, stop it," Marcus is forced to say as he glances at his team, only to see the Cubone freezing his club and taunting Icon with it.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Nah, I'm with you. Not much of an artist, but even with Pokegear and stuff I still have to write it down. Much more personal that way," Marcus states, glancing around at his team only to see Gelver attempting to show off to Quicksilver, the Frgadier's skin periodically changing colors as he changes Types. Quicksilver, obviously, was not impressed.

"Hey, if you're First Seat that means you're in Shooting Stars, right?" Marcus asks, hoping to get some networking in. Who said rewarding his team couldn't be useful?

"Comiter, stop it," Marcus is forced to say as he glances at his team, only to see the Cubone freezing his club and taunting Icon with it.

Ever since I first enrolled, Devyn replied. I'm happy I went there as opposed to other places, but they give me so much trouble. You wouldn't believe the amount of trouble a 17 person dorm can get into. Plus being the First Seat is so much paperwork. Sometimes I just wish I would have gone to Elba or something instead.

He watched the passing landscape for a second before he turned to you, his eyebrows creased. Wait, who are you? You're already a trainer, but you don't go to the academy or I'd have sketched you already.

[CosmicOccurence]

Trying to silence the bell would be more trouble than it's worth worth. Recalling Lamorak into his Worldseed, since the creature would never make it down the ladder, Angus quickly tells Gauntlet, "Hold fast here. As soon as we're down, come join us.

Everyone else, follow me."
Angus goes for the ladder and makes his way down.
Athletics check to get down the ladder faster: [roll0]

You slid down the ladder quickly, the sound of the bell bouncing off the walls and reverberating inside your head. After you landed, you stepped to the side and Gauntelt landed with a crunch, as the flagstones cracked underneath it's large feet. You were in a small room, filled with boxes of various chemicals and surgical implements. The sign next to the ladder said 'Fire Escape'.

This is the lowest level said Gauntlet. Only earth lies beneath us.

[Arcran]

Ever since I first enrolled, Devyn replied. I'm happy I went there as opposed to other places, but they give me so much trouble. You wouldn't believe the amount of trouble a 17 person dorm can get into. Plus being the First Seat is so much paperwork. Sometimes I just wish I would have gone to Elba or something instead.

He watched the passing landscape for a second before he turned to you, his eyebrows creased. Wait, who are you? You're already a trainer, but you don't go to the academy or I'd have sketched you already.

"Just enrolled about... three hours ago!" Marcus says happily after checking his watch. "Koon was my third badge, so I beat him this morning at Kreino, enrolled, then figured my team deserved a break," Marcus says, looking at his Pokemon with pride.

Still, if the head of Shooting Stars would have rather gone to Elba, that was concerning. Although it was the only way to get First Seat...

[CosmicOccurence]

"Just enrolled about... three hours ago!" Marcus says happily after checking his watch. "Koon was my third badge, so I beat him this morning at Kreino, enrolled, then figured my team deserved a break," Marcus says, looking at his Pokemon with pride.

Still, if the head of Shooting Stars would have rather gone to Elba, that was concerning. Although it was the only way to get First Seat...

Oh congratulations! Devyn said. Arceus that takes me back. Must have been what ... four years since I got my badge from him. And you get your choice of registration as a newbie right?

He sighed. I'm stuck in Dream Theory right now. I wanted to be in the Mega Evolution masterclass, but ever since Dorothy revealed her Crucified Scarecrow, all the upperclassmen have been itching to take it. All six seats were gone by the time I got done with work to register, and I don't want to go through the trouble of hunting someone down and challenging them for it. They're all so much more talented than they used to be.

Realizing that he'd been rambling, Devyn turned his attention back to you. Sorry about that, sometimes I get off track. Anyways, if you just enrolled, you'll need to start thinking about -

Devyn was cut off by a loud shriek as a red Pokemon you recognized as a Fletchinder blazed through the opening between the balloon and the basket. It circled around, chattering angrily at the two of you. While the Pokemon itself didn't seem to be the most powerful thing in the world, if it put a hold in the balloon, the two of you would be in a lot of trouble.

However, instead of pulling out a Pokeball, Devyn's shoulders seemed to shrink even lower. He turned to you, a sheepish look on his face. Sooo, I don't actually have any Pokemon on me that I can fly, and all mine are the kind of Pokemon that would end up crashing the balloon. I guess ... could you save us? I'd really rather not die because a bird got upset that we went on a hot air balloon ride. He appeared to be exceedingly embarrassed that he was of no apparent use in the situation.

No map for this one. Initiative 17

[Arcran]

Oh congratulations! Devyn said. Arceus that takes me back. Must have been what ... four years since I got my badge from him. And you get your choice of registration as a newbie right?

He sighed. I'm stuck in Dream Theory right now. I wanted to be in the Mega Evolution masterclass, but ever since Dorothy revealed her Crucified Scarecrow, all the upperclassmen have been itching to take it. All six seats were gone by the time I got done with work to register, and I don't want to go through the trouble of hunting someone down and challenging them for it. They're all so much more talented than they used to be.

Realizing that he'd been rambling, Devyn turned his attention back to you. Sorry about that, sometimes I get off track. Anyways, if you just enrolled, you'll need to start thinking about -

Devyn was cut off by a loud shriek as a red Pokemon you recognized as a Fletchinder blazed through the opening between the balloon and the basket. It circled around, chattering angrily at the two of you. While the Pokemon itself didn't seem to be the most powerful thing in the world, if it put a hold in the balloon, the two of you would be in a lot of trouble.

However, instead of pulling out a Pokeball, Devyn's shoulders seemed to shrink even lower. He turned to you, a sheepish look on his face. Sooo, I don't actually have any Pokemon on me that I can fly, and all mine are the kind of Pokemon that would end up crashing the balloon. I guess ... could you save us? I'd really rather not die because a bird got upset that we went on a hot air balloon ride. He appeared to be exceedingly embarrassed that he was of no apparent use in the situation.

No map for this one. Initiative 17

"Yep! Taking Koon's Elective Course on Cryptids. I figured it might be worth studying, especially after Toto showed up," Marcus states, happy to simply be making conversation with the Trainer. He was waiting for Devyn's sage advice, hoping that the Trainer could give him the proper pointers to end up as First Seat in a few years, only to be so rudely interrupted by the Fletchinder.

Of course, the bird's interruption doesn't exactly annoy Marcus too much. It gave him more than a few valuable bits of information. Devyn had a team comprised of Pokemon likely Icon's size or larger, and didn't have any fliers present, a fact that could be extremely useful. The bird itself provided the opportunity for Marcus to impress the First Seat, make amends with Gelver, and possibly add another Pokemon to his roster. He could use a Fire Type, and didn't currently possess anything large enough to fly on someday. It seemed like fortune was smiling on him today.

"No problem," Marcus says to Devyn, nodding as he pulls out an empty Pokeball. "Arista, get ready to catch something a bit bigger than a pencil! Gelver," Marcus says the the Frogadier, drawing a grin from the Pokemon as Marcus thinks of his options. Normally Water Pulse was the superior option, but in this case? The Confusion would hurt more than it could help. No, instead Marcus needed to stun the bird long enough for a Pokeball to connect.

"Waterfall!"

The Frogadier leapt into the air, propelled on a stream of water, trying to land a solid hit against the bird, even as Marcus unleashes a Pokeball immediately after his Pokemon's attack.

Marcus Binds Precision Orders as a Swift Action!

Gelver uses Waterfall!
AC 2: [roll0], Flinch 14+, Critical 19+ (AP Boost)
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Marcus throws a Pokeball (assuming Gelver hits)!
AC 6: [roll3] (AP Boost)
Capture: [roll4]

Marcus: 2/7 AP, 2 Bound

[Prehysterical]

You slid down the ladder quickly, the sound of the bell bouncing off the walls and reverberating inside your head. After you landed, you stepped to the side and Gauntelt landed with a crunch, as the flagstones cracked underneath it's large feet. You were in a small room, filled with boxes of various chemicals and surgical implements. The sign next to the ladder said 'Fire Escape'.

This is the lowest level said Gauntlet. Only earth lies beneath us.
Surely, this can't be all of it... "Everyone, take a look around. I have a feeling there's more here than meets the eye."
Angus: [roll0]
Gladia: [roll1]
Boudica: [roll2]
Percivale: [roll3]
Gauntlet: [roll4]

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yep! Taking Koon's Elective Course on Cryptids. I figured it might be worth studying, especially after Toto showed up," Marcus states, happy to simply be making conversation with the Trainer. He was waiting for Devyn's sage advice, hoping that the Trainer could give him the proper pointers to end up as First Seat in a few years, only to be so rudely interrupted by the Fletchinder.

Of course, the bird's interruption doesn't exactly annoy Marcus too much. It gave him more than a few valuable bits of information. Devyn had a team comprised of Pokemon likely Icon's size or larger, and didn't have any fliers present, a fact that could be extremely useful. The bird itself provided the opportunity for Marcus to impress the First Seat, make amends with Gelver, and possibly add another Pokemon to his roster. He could use a Fire Type, and didn't currently possess anything large enough to fly on someday. It seemed like fortune was smiling on him today.

"No problem," Marcus says to Devyn, nodding as he pulls out an empty Pokeball. "Arista, get ready to catch something a bit bigger than a pencil! Gelver," Marcus says the the Frogadier, drawing a grin from the Pokemon as Marcus thinks of his options. Normally Water Pulse was the superior option, but in this case? The Confusion would hurt more than it could help. No, instead Marcus needed to stun the bird long enough for a Pokeball to connect.

"Waterfall!"

The Frogadier leapt into the air, propelled on a stream of water, trying to land a solid hit against the bird, even as Marcus unleashes a Pokeball immediately after his Pokemon's attack.

Marcus Binds Precision Orders as a Swift Action!

Gelver uses Waterfall!
AC 2: [roll0], Flinch 14+, Critical 19+ (AP Boost)
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]

Marcus throws a Pokeball (assuming Gelver hits)!
AC 6: [roll3] (AP Boost)
Capture: [roll4]

Marcus: 2/7 AP, 2 Bound

Your combination attack was executed flawlessly, with the stunned Fletchinder disappearing easily into your Pokeball. Arista came to the rescue again, swinging out easily from underneath the balloon to snag both the ball and Gelver. Then the frog clambered back up to the basket, ball in hand, a proud look on its face.

As you made sure they were alright, you saw Devyn nod appreciatively. That was an impressive level of trust between you two. Are you sure that you don't want to take Capture Theory instead? Crystal is famous in Johto for having captured every single nonlegendary species of Pokemon. It seems like you have a talent there that she could help you hone.

Level 18 Fletchinder. You can decide Nature/Abilities etc

No inheritance moves yet.

[CosmicOccurence]

Surely, this can't be all of it... "Everyone, take a look around. I have a feeling there's more here than meets the eye."
Angus: [roll0]
Gladia: [roll1]
Boudica: [roll2]
Percivale: [roll3]
Gauntlet: [roll4]

After a frantic minute of searching, your Pokemon found two doors. One was simply hidden behind a particularly large filing cabinet, but looked ordinary enough. The other Gladia found embedded into the wall and designed to blend into the brickwork. It seemed to be opened by pulling a lever cleverly hidden behind a box of embalming fluid.

From above you heard the door open again, and the bell ringing stopped. Then, the distinct sound of shoes coming down the ladder.

[Prehysterical]

After a frantic minute of searching, your Pokemon found two doors. One was simply hidden behind a particularly large filing cabinet, but looked ordinary enough. The other Gladia found embedded into the wall and designed to blend into the brickwork. It seemed to be opened by pulling a lever cleverly hidden behind a box of embalming fluid.

From above you heard the door open again, and the bell ringing stopped. Then, the distinct sound of shoes coming down the ladder.
No time to set up a proper ambush... Besides, the owner might not be in on this after all... There's no time to plan. Only to act.

Angus pulls the hidden lever and heads down the hidden passage. Into the mouth of Hell they strode...

[Arcran]

Your combination attack was executed flawlessly, with the stunned Fletchinder disappearing easily into your Pokeball. Arista came to the rescue again, swinging out easily from underneath the balloon to snag both the ball and Gelver. Then the frog clambered back up to the basket, ball in hand, a proud look on its face.

As you made sure they were alright, you saw Devyn nod appreciatively. That was an impressive level of trust between you two. Are you sure that you don't want to take Capture Theory instead? Crystal is famous in Johto for having captured every single nonlegendary species of Pokemon. It seems like you have a talent there that she could help you hone.

Level 18 Fletchinder. You can decide Nature/Abilities etc

No inheritance moves yet.

Marcus grins as his team successfully pulls of the maneuver. He hadn't quite expected Gelver to leap all the way off the balloon, but the trick had worked either way, fortunately. Otherwise he might have been out a starter Pokemon, which would have been rather unfortunate.

"Well done," Marcus says happily to his companion, taking the new Pokeball with a grin. "And thanks for the offer, but that's not really my main area of interest. While I'm all for capturing Pokemon, I'd rather focus on making the ones I have the best they can be than catching new ones. Still, not turning down a Type I don't have," Marcus adds, bouncing the ball in his hand softly. "Plus, after Dorothy's battle, it can't hurt to know everything about Cryptids, right? If we could find a way to apply Cryptid status to other Pokemon..." Marcus says excitedly, doing his very best not look at Quicksilver. Sure, his talkative friend was already a Cryptid, but there was a rather large gulf between Toto and Quicksilver which he would like to address as soon as possible.

[CosmicOccurence]

No time to set up a proper ambush... Besides, the owner might not be in on this after all... There's no time to plan. Only to act.

Angus pulls the hidden lever and heads down the hidden passage. Into the mouth of Hell they strode...

The door slid silently open on what must have been oiled hinges. It silently closed behind you, leaving you in complete darkness. However, you were able to feel your way down the corridor, which was extremely straight. Eventually you came out into a will lit, if ominous room. Cloaks and masks hung on the walls, and the place was decorated with the symbols of Black Queen chess pieces hanging from banners.

A large pedestal was raised off the floor in the center of the circular room, and there was a balcony at the same level running around the wall. A rickety metal set of stairs led to the balcony while ornately carved marble steps rose to the pedestal. The pedastal was too high for you to see what was atop it, but you did hear the sound of movement and shuffling feet coming from atop it.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus grins as his team successfully pulls of the maneuver. He hadn't quite expected Gelver to leap all the way off the balloon, but the trick had worked either way, fortunately. Otherwise he might have been out a starter Pokemon, which would have been rather unfortunate.

"Well done," Marcus says happily to his companion, taking the new Pokeball with a grin. "And thanks for the offer, but that's not really my main area of interest. While I'm all for capturing Pokemon, I'd rather focus on making the ones I have the best they can be than catching new ones. Still, not turning down a Type I don't have," Marcus adds, bouncing the ball in his hand softly. "Plus, after Dorothy's battle, it can't hurt to know everything about Cryptids, right? If we could find a way to apply Cryptid status to other Pokemon..." Marcus says excitedly, doing his very best not look at Quicksilver. Sure, his talkative friend was already a Cryptid, but there was a rather large gulf between Toto and Quicksilver which he would like to address as soon as possible.

I'm afraid Cryptids aren't really my area of expertise, Devyn said. But I've never heard of people trying to create Cryptids before. I always assumed they just were. The ones I've heard of have been around for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Making a new one would be ... unprecedented to say the least. I suppose it would make one hell of a Graduation Thesis if you got that far in the Academy.

[Arcran]

I'm afraid Cryptids aren't really my area of expertise, Devyn said. But I've never heard of people trying to create Cryptids before. I always assumed they just were. The ones I've heard of have been around for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Making a new one would be ... unprecedented to say the least. I suppose it would make one hell of a Graduation Thesis if you got that far in the Academy.

"It's just a thought. I'd love to be able to pick Dorothy's brain about Toto, but that seems impossible," Marcus says sadly, knowing that wouldn't be an option for some time, although if she had Symbolsight...

"What is your specialization, by the way? I know you mentioned Mega Evolution, but that seemed more like a class you planned to take, not a real focus of yours," Marcus asks, simply making small talk until he can try to squeeze out a dorm in the Shooting Stars.

[CosmicOccurence]

"It's just a thought. I'd love to be able to pick Dorothy's brain about Toto, but that seems impossible," Marcus says sadly, knowing that wouldn't be an option for some time, although if she had Symbolsight...

"What is your specialization, by the way? I know you mentioned Mega Evolution, but that seemed more like a class you planned to take, not a real focus of yours," Marcus asks, simply making small talk until he can try to squeeze out a dorm in the Shooting Stars.

Devyn scratched his head. Well, I usually prefer to just let people see for themselves, since it honestly sounds kind of dumb when I say it aloud. And if you end up doing dorm rush you'll probably see me battle anyways. Terry's gotten super aggressive since she became part of the Council, so she'll probably challenge me to steal whomever we pick. Elba can be a real pain sometimes.

Go check your Profile Archive for that name!

[Arcran]

Devyn scratched his head. Well, I usually prefer to just let people see for themselves, since it honestly sounds kind of dumb when I say it aloud. And if you end up doing dorm rush you'll probably see me battle anyways. Terry's gotten super aggressive since she became part of the Council, so she'll probably challenge me to steal whomever we pick. Elba can be a real pain sometimes.

Go check your Profile Archive for that name!

"Wait, Terry? Normal Specialist, bit of a b*tch?" Marcus asks, thinking back to the girl he'd seen battle in Stormwrack so long ago. "She's in Elba?" he asks, the thought instantly pushing him away from the dorm. He'd been a little conflicted, but now? Shooting Stars was his only option.

[Prehysterical]

The door slid silently open on what must have been oiled hinges. It silently closed behind you, leaving you in complete darkness. However, you were able to feel your way down the corridor, which was extremely straight. Eventually you came out into a will lit, if ominous room. Cloaks and masks hung on the walls, and the place was decorated with the symbols of Black Queen chess pieces hanging from banners.

A large pedestal was raised off the floor in the center of the circular room, and there was a balcony at the same level running around the wall. A rickety metal set of stairs led to the balcony while ornately carved marble steps rose to the pedestal. The pedastal was too high for you to see what was atop it, but you did hear the sound of movement and shuffling feet coming from atop it.
Unsure of the darkness ahead of him, Angus slips his special goggles over his eyes and uses them to navigate the pitch black.

Upon entering the room, Angus can't help but be impressed. This took time to set up... All the better to tear it down!

The layout of the room left Angus unwilling to risk being caught off-guard by enemies on the balcony. He says quietly, "Gladia, Boudica, head up the stairs and make sure there's no one up there. The rest of you, with me." While Gladia drifts away silently, Boudica gives Percivale a quick embrace before following the sword. Meanwhile, Angus and the rest slow advance up the marble steps. He checks the straps on his shield and readies his warhammer for a fight.
Stealth (Boudica): [roll0]
Stealth (Gladia): [roll1]

[CosmicOccurence]

"Wait, Terry? Normal Specialist, bit of a b*tch?" Marcus asks, thinking back to the girl he'd seen battle in Stormwrack so long ago. "She's in Elba?" he asks, the thought instantly pushing him away from the dorm. He'd been a little conflicted, but now? Shooting Stars was his only option.

That's her Devyn said. The Armedius Seven has gotten a lot more contentious since she arrived. But yeah, she's in Elba. Shot up the ranks quick too. She got two badges in two months, jumping right up to a Rank 7. I take it you're not her biggest fan? He seemed drained at the very thought of dealing with her.

The balloon was making its way back down to earth, meaning that your conversation with the First Seat would either end or need to be relocated to allow others to board your balloon.

[CosmicOccurence]

Unsure of the darkness ahead of him, Angus slips his special goggles over his eyes and uses them to navigate the pitch black.

Upon entering the room, Angus can't help but be impressed. This took time to set up... All the better to tear it down!

The layout of the room left Angus unwilling to risk being caught off-guard by enemies on the balcony. He says quietly, "Gladia, Boudica, head up the stairs and make sure there's no one up there. The rest of you, with me." While Gladia drifts away silently, Boudica gives Percivale a quick embrace before following the sword. Meanwhile, Angus and the rest slow advance up the marble steps. He checks the straps on his shield and readies his warhammer for a fight.
Stealth (Boudica): [roll0]
Stealth (Gladia): [roll1]

As you walked up the stairs, the shuffling stopped, which made sense considering you were making no attempt to hide your presence. As you crested the stairs and arrived on the pedestal, you saw what must have been five embalming stations, each with its own deceased Pokemon on it. A Charizard, Vaporeon, Electabuzz, Weepingbell, and Lairon lay deceased on the table, their bodies artificially preserved.

Standing in the middle of these was a figure you could only assume was the person who had set up the rendezvous. The figure, likely male although you couldn't be sure, was covered completely in a charcoal grey robe with a Bishop design embroidered at the hems. They wore a mask made entirely out of a Pokemon's skull, something with a snout, that hid their features.

Other than this figure, there was no sign of other humans in the room.

Welcome Angusssss they hissed, voice reverberating through the stone room. I have beeeen waitinnnnnggggg for you. Welcome to my workssshhhhop. Their voice was wispy, almost ephemeral. I hope you enjoyed my lettersssss?

Gladia and Boudica find a door embedded into the wall, relatively obvious from up close, but designed in such a way as to be hidden from view on the other side of the door.

[Prehysterical]

As you walked up the stairs, the shuffling stopped, which made sense considering you were making no attempt to hide your presence. As you crested the stairs and arrived on the pedestal, you saw what must have been five embalming stations, each with its own deceased Pokemon on it. A Charizard, Vaporeon, Electabuzz, Weepingbell, and Lairon lay deceased on the table, their bodies artificially preserved.

Standing in the middle of these was a figure you could only assume was the person who had set up the rendezvous. The figure, likely male although you couldn't be sure, was covered completely in a charcoal grey robe with a Bishop design embroidered at the hems. They wore a mask made entirely out of a Pokemon's skull, something with a snout, that hid their features.

Other than this figure, there was no sign of other humans in the room.

Welcome Angusssss they hissed, voice reverberating through the stone room. I have beeeen waitinnnnnggggg for you. Welcome to my workssshhhhop. Their voice was wispy, almost ephemeral. I hope you enjoyed my lettersssss?

Gladia and Boudica find a door embedded into the wall, relatively obvious from up close, but designed in such a way as to be hidden from view on the other side of the door.

Satisfied for the moment that they were not being flanked, Boudica and Gladia make their way back to the others.

Meanwhile, Angus's mind is full of questions. One, however, stands out among all others. "Where is my sister, Bishop?"

[Arcran]

That's her Devyn said. The Armedius Seven has gotten a lot more contentious since she arrived. But yeah, she's in Elba. Shot up the ranks quick too. She got two badges in two months, jumping right up to a Rank 7. I take it you're not her biggest fan? He seemed drained at the very thought of dealing with her.

The balloon was making its way back down to earth, meaning that your conversation with the First Seat would either end or need to be relocated to allow others to board your balloon.

"Yeah, definitely not a fan," Marcus states, looking over the edge of the balloon as they begin to descend, gesturing for Arista to pull herself back into the balloon.

"Anyways, I'm looking for a dorm to join, and Shooting Stars seems like they're far and away the best, especially if Terry is who's in charge of Elba. Mind putting in a good word for me? I beat Koon in his Secret Battle first try, so I'm at least qualified for it."

[CosmicOccurence]

Satisfied for the moment that they were not being flanked, Boudica and Gladia make their way back to the others.

Meanwhile, Angus's mind is full of questions. One, however, stands out among all others. "Where is my sister, Bishop?"

You can callll meee Ssssskkkuuulllll the Bishop said, drawing out the name with obvious relish. And your ssssisssterrr issss almossst heereee. My firssst act assss a Bishop and sssooo successsful already. Inn fact, heeeree sshheee isss now.

As Skull finished their sentence, a familar itching entered your head. Something associated with the gods, something like you and Gauntlet, was near. Sddenly, the door you had come through slammed open, and a girl stormed through. She held a longbow in her hand and her hair hung wildly around her neck. A small ball of white goop that you vaguely recognized as being a Dragon type Pokemon moved beside her.

Her eyes rapidly scanned the room before making contact with yours. While neither of you two had ever seen each other in your lives, it was clear that this was your sister.

Angus? she called. You aren't captured? I thought that Blueberry had you. All the notes I found said they were transferring you here. Confusion played across her face as she obviously tried to make sense of the situation. A grim cackling came from Skull, and your gut told you that this had been a setup the entire time. Still, it had brought you to your sister, albeit in the presence of a maniac who wore a skull as a mask.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yeah, definitely not a fan," Marcus states, looking over the edge of the balloon as they begin to descend, gesturing for Arista to pull herself back into the balloon.

"Anyways, I'm looking for a dorm to join, and Shooting Stars seems like they're far and away the best, especially if Terry is who's in charge of Elba. Mind putting in a good word for me? I beat Koon in his Secret Battle first try, so I'm at least qualified for it."

Oh so you're the one who passed today Devyn said in surprise. Koon sent me a text, but I guess I didn't connect the dots. He seemed genuinely surprised that he hadn't made the connection sooner.

Well don't really have an application process per se. It's mostly just whomever is the most powerful of the lot of you. Thankfully there's only one other qualified candidate who's interested in joining, so I don't have to arrange too many Pokken to decide which person we accept. It's such a pain being in charge sometimes.

Anyways, just come to our table during dorm rush and everything will sort itself out. Devyn said as the balloon made contact with the ground once more. Well, it was wonderful meeting you ... he checked his sketchpad Marucs. I'll try to remember that in the future. Dorm rush is in two days, but for now I'm afraid I need to return to my duties. Orientation days don't put themselves together you know.

And with that, Devyn got lost in the crowd. It wasn't hard when you were as plain looking as he.

[Prehysterical]

You can callll meee Ssssskkkuuulllll the Bishop said, drawing out the name with obvious relish. And your ssssisssterrr issss almossst heereee. My firssst act assss a Bishop and sssooo successsful already. Inn fact, heeeree sshheee isss now.

As Skull finished their sentence, a familar itching entered your head. Something associated with the gods, something like you and Gauntlet, was near. Sddenly, the door you had come through slammed open, and a girl stormed through. She held a longbow in her hand and her hair hung wildly around her neck. A small ball of white goop that you vaguely recognized as being a Dragon type Pokemon moved beside her.

Her eyes rapidly scanned the room before making contact with yours. While neither of you two had ever seen each other in your lives, it was clear that this was your sister.

Angus? she called. You aren't captured? I thought that Blueberry had you. All the notes I found said they were transferring you here. Confusion played across her face as she obviously tried to make sense of the situation. A grim cackling came from Skull, and your gut told you that this had been a setup the entire time. Still, it had brought you to your sister, albeit in the presence of a maniac who wore a skull as a mask.
It takes an effort of will, but Angus turns his back on the maniac and moves down the steps. He approaches his sister and says, "One called 'Djinni" wrote the same about you.

They mean to trap us here, Senga. We need to leave, now. If they catch us, it will mean more than our deaths."

[Arcran]

Oh so you're the one who passed today Devyn said in surprise. Koon sent me a text, but I guess I didn't connect the dots. He seemed genuinely surprised that he hadn't made the connection sooner.

Well don't really have an application process per se. It's mostly just whomever is the most powerful of the lot of you. Thankfully there's only one other qualified candidate who's interested in joining, so I don't have to arrange too many Pokken to decide which person we accept. It's such a pain being in charge sometimes.

Anyways, just come to our table during dorm rush and everything will sort itself out. Devyn said as the balloon made contact with the ground once more. Well, it was wonderful meeting you ... he checked his sketchpad Marucs. I'll try to remember that in the future. Dorm rush is in two days, but for now I'm afraid I need to return to my duties. Orientation days don't put themselves together you know.

And with that, Devyn got lost in the crowd. It wasn't hard when you were as plain looking as he.

"Good luck!" Marcus says awkwardly, mentally kicking himself for the awkwardness. Still, he and his team had managed to pull off a rather sweet capture with Devyn present, which couldn't hurt his chances.

And, of course, Marcus had learned that there was only a single other Trainer who had beat Koon's Secret Challenge, meaning that hypothetically Marcus could figure out exactly who he was going to have to battle in two days and get some time to prepare.

"Alright guys, who wants some food?" Marcus asks, watching as his team files out of the balloon. "We've got a bit more celebrating to do today before we need to get back to work," Marcus says, rapidly typing on his smartwatch. If he could cross reference who had challenged Koon with who won on the first try, maybe he could figure out exactly who he needed to beat?

General Education to try to do research on who else has beat Koon's Secret Challenge first try: [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

It takes an effort of will, but Angus turns his back on the maniac and moves down the steps. He approaches his sister and says, "One called 'Djinni" wrote the same about you.

They mean to trap us here, Senga. We need to leave, now. If they catch us, it will mean more than our deaths."

Sssskulll isss a ssservant of the great General Plllutooo Skull rasped. Butt I willl shhhifft attention too the othersss to protect himm.

They reached inside on of the folds of his cloaks and pulled out a black cylander with a red button on top. I havvee rigged the tunnel with explossivess. Youu willl not esscape. Ssspirits rissse and inhabit theeessse corpsesss Two balls of blackish smoke crept from under his cloak and sucked themselves into the corpses of the Vaporeon and Charizard, and the mummified bodies began to stir.

Muk, Senga shouted as she quickly dashed away from the doors that led to the tunnel. These people are muking insane. The stairs Angus!

You have one round go act before we hap into normal initiative. Map is up.

Also, give me an Occult Edu Check! DC 12

[CosmicOccurence]

"Good luck!" Marcus says awkwardly, mentally kicking himself for the awkwardness. Still, he and his team had managed to pull off a rather sweet capture with Devyn present, which couldn't hurt his chances.

And, of course, Marcus had learned that there was only a single other Trainer who had beat Koon's Secret Challenge, meaning that hypothetically Marcus could figure out exactly who he was going to have to battle in two days and get some time to prepare.

"Alright guys, who wants some food?" Marcus asks, watching as his team files out of the balloon. "We've got a bit more celebrating to do today before we need to get back to work," Marcus says, rapidly typing on his smartwatch. If he could cross reference who had challenged Koon with who won on the first try, maybe he could figure out exactly who he needed to beat?

General Education to try to do research on who else has beat Koon's Secret Challenge first try: [roll0]

Unfortunately the information on who passes Gym Battles, especially Secret Battles, isn't published online. Oftentimes videos of battles are published online, and most trainers are happy to display their rank publicly online. However, the League protects the confidentiality of its trainers and doesn't share official records. And as Koon's Secret Battle actually occurs in secret (unlike many others), there wasn't any information on who had passed the tests.

The food fair was abuzz of activity, with crowds of families pushing through to taste popular and gormet food alike that they didn't have to go out and pay for. You were given five tokens, and were told to vote for your favorite stalls by placing your tokens in the jars that each displayed prominently. However, as you were walking through the bazaar, you felt the familiar itching sensation in your head that you knew meant others like you were around.

It wasn't until you walked past a stall that focused on berry-based snacks that you figured out whom it was though. There was Puck, Symbol hanging above his head chatting with the stallkeeper about the finer aspects of berry farming. Lily, now a Ludicolo, bounced jovially beside him. He also had the Lore badge pinned to his scarf. When he saw you, he waved you over frantically, pointing above your head. I knew it, he cried. I knew you would be - he stopped abruptly realizing what he was about to say. - coming to the Academy he finished somewhat lamely, but he shrugged when he made eye contact with you. He knew that you knew what he meant.

Your mons can consume any of the Chef snacks that given from the basic feature (spicy wrap, salty surprise, et cetra)

Ok, so the pads are down which have all my notes about primes and their mons. I don't remember Pucks, but it isn't grass. So I can't actually tell you what symbol he has above him atm or what the Pokemon actually is. In other words, if the pads don't come back, I'm up a creek without a paddle.

[Arcran]

Unfortunately the information on who passes Gym Battles, especially Secret Battles, isn't published online. Oftentimes videos of battles are published online, and most trainers are happy to display their rank publicly online. However, the League protects the confidentiality of its trainers and doesn't share official records. And as Koon's Secret Battle actually occurs in secret (unlike many others), there wasn't any information on who had passed the tests.

The food fair was abuzz of activity, with crowds of families pushing through to taste popular and gormet food alike that they didn't have to go out and pay for. You were given five tokens, and were told to vote for your favorite stalls by placing your tokens in the jars that each displayed prominently. However, as you were walking through the bazaar, you felt the familiar itching sensation in your head that you knew meant others like you were around.

It wasn't until you walked past a stall that focused on berry-based snacks that you figured out whom it was though. There was Puck, Symbol hanging above his head chatting with the stallkeeper about the finer aspects of berry farming. Lily, now a Ludicolo, bounced jovially beside him. He also had the Lore badge pinned to his scarf. When he saw you, he waved you over frantically, pointing above your head. I knew it, he cried. I knew you would be - he stopped abruptly realizing what he was about to say. - coming to the Academy he finished somewhat lamely, but he shrugged when he made eye contact with you. He knew that you knew what he meant.

Your mons can consume any of the Chef snacks that given from the basic feature (spicy wrap, salty surprise, et cetra)

Ok, so the pads are down which have all my notes about primes and their mons. I don't remember Pucks, but it isn't grass. So I can't actually tell you what symbol he has above him atm or what the Pokemon actually is. In other words, if the pads don't come back, I'm up a creek without a paddle.

"Icon, seriously, you can't just take all the samples, you're going to get us - Puck? Where the hell are you doing here!" Marcus says happily, looking at the icon above Puck's head for an instant before turning his attention back to the Trainer. Hopefully nobody had noticed Puck's near-slip up, but even if they had, it wasn't exactly like there was somebody out to get them, right?

"And you made it to the Academy too!" Marcus says with a nod, glancing at Quicksilver to try to notify the Sneasel to the symbol. "When did you get here?"

No big deal! Hopefully pads are up before tomorrow.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Icon, seriously, you can't just take all the samples, you're going to get us - Puck? Where the hell are you doing here!" Marcus says happily, looking at the icon above Puck's head for an instant before turning his attention back to the Trainer. Hopefully nobody had noticed Puck's near-slip up, but even if they had, it wasn't exactly like there was somebody out to get them, right?

"And you made it to the Academy too!" Marcus says with a nod, glancing at Quicksilver to try to notify the Sneasel to the symbol. "When did you get here?"

No big deal! Hopefully pads are up before tomorrow.

Quicksilver gave you a quick eye roll, and you could almost picture him saying, "Yes I know already.

Puck hurried up to you finishing off the berry burger, Lily in close pursuit. I got here last week and took the Gym Challenge right away. Figured I should since the Trimester started so soon. That Kreino thing was kind of rough, but Lily came through in the end like always. The Ludicolo gave a little dance in celebration.

What about you? I'm surprised we haven't ran into each other yet, although I haven't really spent much time on campus other than to sign up for classes.

[Arcran]

Quicksilver gave you a quick eye roll, and you could almost picture him saying, "Yes I know already.

Puck hurried up to you finishing off the berry burger, Lily in close pursuit. I got here last week and took the Gym Challenge right away. Figured I should since the Trimester started so soon. That Kreino thing was kind of rough, but Lily came through in the end like always. The Ludicolo gave a little dance in celebration.

What about you? I'm surprised we haven't ran into each other yet, although I haven't really spent much time on campus other than to sign up for classes.

Marcus nods as Puck talks, putting together two and two. Of course Puck was the other Trainer who had won the Kreino on the first try. Stormwrack had really put out two competent trainers this year, hadn't they? Still, there was a very non-zero chance Puck wouldn't be interested in the Shooting Stars, a fact Marcus was basing solely on the fact that the boy had a passion for Grass Types and Berries.

"Actually just got in this morning. Beat Koon in Kreino, then figured the team could use a chance to relax," Marcus states, almost rolling his eyes as Comiter begins using his club as a bat, attempting to pelt berries into Icon's massive maw. At least the others were treating their break slightly more maturely than those two. Still, he should be happy that Comiter had come so far from the scared Cubone he had found a few short months ago. "They could use some time off before the craziness of dorm rush and all that."

"Do you want to find a place where we can sit and talk? Catch up and all that?" Marcus asks, hoping that Puck will pick up on the alone implication in those words. Between their Symbols and Jamba, they had a lot to discuss.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus nods as Puck talks, putting together two and two. Of course Puck was the other Trainer who had won the Kreino on the first try. Stormwrack had really put out two competent trainers this year, hadn't they? Still, there was a very non-zero chance Puck wouldn't be interested in the Shooting Stars, a fact Marcus was basing solely on the fact that the boy had a passion for Grass Types and Berries.

"Actually just got in this morning. Beat Koon in Kreino, then figured the team could use a chance to relax," Marcus states, almost rolling his eyes as Comiter begins using his club as a bat, attempting to pelt berries into Icon's massive maw. At least the others were treating their break slightly more maturely than those two. Still, he should be happy that Comiter had come so far from the scared Cubone he had found a few short months ago. "They could use some time off before the craziness of dorm rush and all that."

"Do you want to find a place where we can sit and talk? Catch up and all that?" Marcus asks, hoping that Puck will pick up on the alone implication in those words. Between their Symbols and Jamba, they had a lot to discuss.

Puck quickly agrees and the two of you (along with your entourage of Pokemon) make your way to a secluded bridge tucked away in the older portion of town underneath the shadow of the Academy. This part of the town had cobblestone streets, signs hundreds of years old, and way too many bookstores. The bridge itself was covered in ivy, and a small brook ran underneath.

So. Puck said, more somber than before. You've got a talking Pokemon too. His normally happy face wasn't sad, but it was serious in a way that you hadn't seen before.

[Arcran]

Puck quickly agrees and the two of you (along with your entourage of Pokemon) make your way to a secluded bridge tucked away in the older portion of town underneath the shadow of the Academy. This part of the town had cobblestone streets, signs hundreds of years old, and way too many bookstores. The bridge itself was covered in ivy, and a small brook ran underneath.

So. Puck said, more somber than before. You've got a talking Pokemon too. His normally happy face wasn't sad, but it was serious in a way that you hadn't seen before.

"Yep, say hi to Quicksilver," Marcus says, introducing the Sneasel. "And if you have a Sign, you have to have one too. Was yours the Egg you got from Augustus?"

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yep, say hi to Quicksilver," Marcus says, introducing the Sneasel. "And if you have a Sign, you have to have one too. Was yours the Egg you got from Augustus?"

Puck frowned. No she didn't, he said. Came up to me in the wild brass as a Braixen and said she wanted to join my team. The only other person I've met like us had a similar experience. I hadn't even thought that these were eggs at one point.

[Arcran]

Puck frowned. No she didn't, he said. Came up to me in the wild brass as a Braixen and said she wanted to join my team. The only other person I've met like us had a similar experience. I hadn't even thought that these were eggs at one point.

"Heh, Quicksilver hatched in the middle of a fight with some Diglett and just started talking. Took out a few of the Ground Types without any issues, and we've been a team since," Marcus says, looking to the talking Pokemon. "What do you know about yours before it was on your team?" Marcus asks, hoping to see what other information he could add.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Heh, Quicksilver hatched in the middle of a fight with some Diglett and just started talking. Took out a few of the Ground Types without any issues, and we've been a team since," Marcus says, looking to the talking Pokemon. "What do you know about yours before it was on your team?" Marcus asks, hoping to see what other information he could add.

Not a whole lot, Dawn just kind of ... he paused as a flash of light appeared at his belt.

Appeared suddenly to save you from the swarm of Kakuna? Why yes, I did. The Jumpluff said, floating in the air above Puck's head. Now the feathers around both Dawn and Puck's heads made sense. Despite his seeming connection to Grass types, he had been selected as the Flying Prime.

Hey Quicksilver she chirped. Long time no see. Well, not that long, but you know what I mean.

Quicksilver rolled his eyes. Hello Dawn he drawled. I see you're as forward as ever. I usually at least wait for permission before speaking. Of course, Quicksilver did nothing of the sort.

So I am 100% sure this is not what it was, but who cares, now that's the way it is.

[Arcran]

Not a whole lot, Dawn just kind of ... he paused as a flash of light appeared at his belt.

Appeared suddenly to save you from the swarm of Kakuna? Why yes, I did. The Jumpluff said, floating in the air above Puck's head. Now the feathers around both Dawn and Puck's heads made sense. Despite his seeming connection to Grass types, he had been selected as the Flying Prime.

Hey Quicksilver she chirped. Long time no see. Well, not that long, but you know what I mean.

Quicksilver rolled his eyes. Hello Dawn he drawled. I see you're as forward as ever. I usually at least wait for permission before speaking. Of course, Quicksilver did nothing of the sort.

So I am 100% sure this is not what it was, but who cares, now that's the way it is.

"So you actually met this one your last go around," Marcus states, hoping that might elaborate things a bit for Puck, although the fact that he knows a little more than his psuedo-rival was a little comforting. Still a Jumpluff? That was a pretty damn high leveled Pokemon, and Marcus wasn't certain that, in a battle, he could necessarily handle it, even with his heavy Type Advantage. Still, if he was the Ice whatever, he had a clear advantage here.

"Please tell me you two were allies. It'd make things so much easier," Marcus says, praying that Quicksilver hadn't killed the Jumpluff. It wasn't giving off that impression, but who actually knew?

Chronicler on Dawn.

[CosmicOccurence]

"So you actually met this one your last go around," Marcus states, hoping that might elaborate things a bit for Puck, although the fact that he knows a little more than his psuedo-rival was a little comforting. Still a Jumpluff? That was a pretty damn high leveled Pokemon, and Marcus wasn't certain that, in a battle, he could necessarily handle it, even with his heavy Type Advantage. Still, if he was the Ice whatever, he had a clear advantage here.

"Please tell me you two were allies. It'd make things so much easier," Marcus says, praying that Quicksilver hadn't killed the Jumpluff. It wasn't giving off that impression, but who actually knew?

Chronicler on Dawn.

Oh no, we didn't know each other in our previous lives Dawn said. Quickie here is a lot older than me. Nope, we all met with Arceus before we came back. Just a get-to-know-you kind of thing. I suppose you would call it brunch.

Puck rolled his eyes, but didn't seem surprised at the reincarnation talk. Sorry about her; Dawn can be a little quipy at times.

[Prehysterical]

Sssskulll isss a ssservant of the great General Plllutooo Skull rasped. Butt I willl shhhifft attention too the othersss to protect himm.

They reached inside on of the folds of his cloaks and pulled out a black cylander with a red button on top. I havvee rigged the tunnel with explossivess. Youu willl not esscape. Ssspirits rissse and inhabit theeessse corpsesss Two balls of blackish smoke crept from under his cloak and sucked themselves into the corpses of the Vaporeon and Charizard, and the mummified bodies began to stir.

Muk, Senga shouted as she quickly dashed away from the doors that led to the tunnel. These people are muking insane. The stairs Angus!

You have one round go act before we hap into normal initiative. Map is up.

Also, give me an Occult Edu Check! DC 12
Necromancy... Angus's fist clenches in outrage. "Senga, what makes you think that the other door isn't trapped as well," he shouts.

Running up the stairs, Angus roars, "Smite him, Gauntlet!" The golem eagerly complies, sending a punch right into the man that sends sand scattering.
I'm going to assume that this is normal initiative and not free-for-all. Also, I moved most of the Pokemon to be further down the stairs, since they would have been following Angus out.

Angus moves and releases Lamorak.

Gauntlet Shifts and uses Shadow Punch. It automatically hits for [roll0] Ground Physical Damage.

[Arcran]

Oh no, we didn't know each other in our previous lives Dawn said. Quickie here is a lot older than me. Nope, we all met with Arceus before we came back. Just a get-to-know-you kind of thing. I suppose you would call it brunch.

Puck rolled his eyes, but didn't seem surprised at the reincarnation talk. Sorry about her; Dawn can be a little quipy at times.

"Well that's news to me," Marcus says, shooting Quicksilver a sidelong glance. He would have appreciated his Pokemon telling him that small little fact. If he knew what all the other Pokemon were, that would have made his job in finding others like him a hair easier.

"Have you met any others like us?" Marcus asks, mentally going through the ones he'd found. Ice, Fairy, Poison, Dark and now Flying, and Tiny knew the Ghost. That still left at least twelve completely unaccounted for.

[CosmicOccurence]

Necromancy... Angus's fist clenches in outrage. "Senga, what makes you think that the other door isn't trapped as well," he shouts.

Running up the stairs, Angus roars, "Smite him, Gauntlet!" The golem eagerly complies, sending a punch right into the man that sends sand scattering.
I'm going to assume that this is normal initiative and not free-for-all. Also, I moved most of the Pokemon to be further down the stairs, since they would have been following Angus out.

Angus moves and releases Lamorak.

Gauntlet Shifts and uses Shadow Punch. It automatically hits for [roll0] Ground Physical Damage.

As Gauntlet's fist crashes into Skull, they grunt, clutching their stomach. However, the undead Charizard had finally begun to move. It jumped off its table to land with its feet on Skull's shoulders. However, instead of crushing the human, it flapped it's wings and bore Skull up to the ceiling.

At the same time, Senga called back to you. Basic tactics. If we got the remote and detonated the bombs, then she would be trapped down here without a way to get out. She and her dragon-slime were dashing not for the stairs, but across the room towards where the door was built into the upper balcony. I need some stairs girl she cried to her Pokemon. It obligingly opened its mouth further than any creature its size had the right to and spewed out a goop the same off-white color as its body. The goop formed a rough staircase shape and quicky solidified into a staircase which, while not passing safety standards, was a perfectly good way to get up to the balcony.

At the same time, Skull hissed a command to the reanimated Vaporeon in a language you couldn't understand. The dead blue water type stood and opened its mouth. A geyser of water exploded towards Gauntlet.

Just as a reminder, you can only command one pokemon per round (which includes having them move)

On the map, S+C means Skull and Charizard, and the +5 means flying 5 squares above the ground (or pedestal in this case)
Hydro Pump AC 3, [roll0]
[roll1] Special Water Damage

[CosmicOccurence]

"Well that's news to me," Marcus says, shooting Quicksilver a sidelong glance. He would have appreciated his Pokemon telling him that small little fact. If he knew what all the other Pokemon were, that would have made his job in finding others like him a hair easier.

"Have you met any others like us?" Marcus asks, mentally going through the ones he'd found. Ice, Fairy, Poison, Dark and now Flying, and Tiny knew the Ghost. That still left at least twelve completely unaccounted for.

Quicksilver just shrugged in reply to your look. You saw him mouth the words that looked something like 'rules and regulations,' but it was hard to tell when the mouth belonged to a Pokemon that wasn't meant to talk.

Other than you, there was just one. There was a girl with the Dark symbol above her head when I stopped in Wrystone to visit the Safari Zone. Strange clothes though; looked like she might be from Zahaard.

[Prehysterical]

As Gauntlet's fist crashes into Skull, they grunt, clutching their stomach. However, the undead Charizard had finally begun to move. It jumped off its table to land with its feet on Skull's shoulders. However, instead of crushing the human, it flapped it's wings and bore Skull up to the ceiling.

At the same time, Senga called back to you. Basic tactics. If we got the remote and detonated the bombs, then she would be trapped down here without a way to get out. She and her dragon-slime were dashing not for the stairs, but across the room towards where the door was built into the upper balcony. I need some stairs girl she cried to her Pokemon. It obligingly opened its mouth further than any creature its size had the right to and spewed out a goop the same off-white color as its body. The goop formed a rough staircase shape and quicky solidified into a staircase which, while not passing safety standards, was a perfectly good way to get up to the balcony.

At the same time, Skull hissed a command to the reanimated Vaporeon in a language you couldn't understand. The dead blue water type stood and opened its mouth. A geyser of water exploded towards Gauntlet.

Just as a reminder, you can only command one pokemon per round (which includes having them move)

On the map, S+C means Skull and Charizard, and the +5 means flying 5 squares above the ground (or pedestal in this case)
Hydro Pump AC 3, [roll0]
[roll1] Special Water Damage

Distracted by the Charizard, Gauntlet catches the water Pokemon's attack clean in the back and drops like a stone.

Seeing an awful repeat of the dream against Pluto, Angus shouts, "That's assuming that they're sane!" surges forward to strike at the corpse.

Percivale, meanwhile, leaps into action as Gauntlet goes down. Scrambling onto the platform that was formerly occupied, Percy sends a hail of sharp, sparkling leaves at the masked man.
Angus uses Wear Down on the Vaporeon.
AC 2: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Lowers Defense by 1 Combat Stage on even-numbered rolls

Percy uses Magical Leaf, which automatically hits.
Damage: [roll2] Special Grass Damage

[CosmicOccurence]

Distracted by the Charizard, Gauntlet catches the water Pokemon's attack clean in the back and drops like a stone.

Seeing an awful repeat of the dream against Pluto, Angus shouts, "That's assuming that they're sane!" surges forward to strike at the corpse.

Percivale, meanwhile, leaps into action as Gauntlet goes down. Scrambling onto the platform that was formerly occupied, Percy sends a hail of sharp, sparkling leaves at the masked man.
Angus uses Wear Down on the Vaporeon.
AC 2: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Lowers Defense by 1 Combat Stage on even-numbered rolls

Percy uses Magical Leaf, which automatically hits.
Damage: [roll2] Special Grass Damage

Skull grunted again from the leaves cut through their robe, revealing tight black clothes underneath. However, they didn't seem hurt enough to call off the battle, and Skull hissed, Tiiimee forrr nummmber twooo. The Charizard swooped forward and let out a blast of fire as the Vaporeon turned its attenion to you. It charged, its body morphing into a grimy water that splashed over you before reforming into the feline and dashing towards Lamrock, where it once again became water incarnate, blasting the rock type before finally reforming.

All the while, Senga was dashing up the stairs, notching an arrow to her bow but still too far away to fire. Build him a bridge Zaha!. The Dragon once again put forth a mess of gunk, slowly connecting the pedestal to the outer walkway. The white gunk seemed to harden almost immediately upon contact with air, allowing the creature to construct structures from the stuff.


Fire Blast vs Percy
[roll0] AC 3, Burn on roll of 19+
[roll1] Special Fire

Muddy Water vs Angus and Lamrock, this does not provoke attacks of opportunity.
[roll2] AC 4, Lowers your Accuracy by 1 on 15+
[roll3] Special Water Damage

[Prehysterical]

Skull grunted again from the leaves cut through their robe, revealing tight black clothes underneath. However, they didn't seem hurt enough to call off the battle, and Skull hissed, Tiiimee forrr nummmber twooo. The Charizard swooped forward and let out a blast of fire as the Vaporeon turned its attenion to you. It charged, its body morphing into a grimy water that splashed over you before reforming into the feline and dashing towards Lamrock, where it once again became water incarnate, blasting the rock type before finally reforming.

All the while, Senga was dashing up the stairs, notching an arrow to her bow but still too far away to fire. Build him a bridge Zaha!. The Dragon once again put forth a mess of gunk, slowly connecting the pedestal to the outer walkway. The white gunk seemed to harden almost immediately upon contact with air, allowing the creature to construct structures from the stuff.


Fire Blast vs Percy
[roll0] AC 3, Burn on roll of 19+
[roll1] Special Fire

Muddy Water vs Angus and Lamrock, this does not provoke attacks of opportunity.
[roll2] AC 4, Lowers your Accuracy by 1 on 15+
[roll3] Special Water Damage

Angus has no time to marvel at this strange ability, as it is everything he and his team can do to avoid the onslaught of fire and water.

Agape at the fire incoming, Percy barely manages to pirouette out of the way. In spite of the situation, he takes a second to look proud.

Meanwhile, Angus gets his shield up right before the strange shift of the Vaporeon and Lamorak has enough advance notice to dodge the oncoming water. Taking a step back, Angus swipes at the creature with his shield.

Boudica, for her part, is enraged by the close call against Percy and surges forward, her signature bone weapon sent spinning against the necromancer.
Angus is now flanking the Vaporeon and uses Bash!
AC 2: [roll0], the +1 coming from Focused Training (I'm really terrible about remembering that...)
Damage: [roll1] Physical Damage
Lowers target's Initiative to 0 for 1 full round if 15+ on attack roll.

Last round, I forgot that STAB does not apply to weapon attacks. Please put 10 hp back on the Vaporeon.

Boudica uses Bonemerang
AC 2, Double Strike
Roll 1: [roll2]
Damage 1: [roll3] Ground Physical Damage, the extra +7 coming from Pure Power.

Roll 2: [roll4]
Damage 2: [roll5]
This damage ignores Ground Immunity, if that's at all relevant.
Both attacks hit, so that's 81 damage pre-defense.

[Arcran]

Quicksilver just shrugged in reply to your look. You saw him mouth the words that looked something like 'rules and regulations,' but it was hard to tell when the mouth belonged to a Pokemon that wasn't meant to talk.

Other than you, there was just one. There was a girl with the Dark symbol above her head when I stopped in Wrystone to visit the Safari Zone. Strange clothes though; looked like she might be from Zahaard.

"That would be Dorothy," Marcus says simply, looking at Puck inquisitively. "If you've been here, didn't you see her battle with Guard? She's definitely one of us; got her own Pokemon and everything. And she's strong; already managed to take down two of the Elite Four."

"I don't suppose that either of you can share Toto's identity, or how it's already so powerful?" Marcus asks Quicksilver and Dawn. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure both of you are capable, but that one was on a whole different level."

[CosmicOccurence]

"That would be Dorothy," Marcus says simply, looking at Puck inquisitively. "If you've been here, didn't you see her battle with Guard? She's definitely one of us; got her own Pokemon and everything. And she's strong; already managed to take down two of the Elite Four."

"I don't suppose that either of you can share Toto's identity, or how it's already so powerful?" Marcus asks Quicksilver and Dawn. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure both of you are capable, but that one was on a whole different level."

Puck seemed completely baffled by your statement. Dorothy? he asked curiously, but then he shook his head. No, her name was Jean and she only had two badges when I met her. Leo didn't know who she was though, so I think she might have stolen them. And her talking Pokemon was named Veil, not Toto.

[Arcran]

Puck seemed completely baffled by your statement. Dorothy? he asked curiously, but then he shook his head. No, her name was Jean and she only had two badges when I met her. Leo didn't know who she was though, so I think she might have stolen them. And her talking Pokemon was named Veil, not Toto.

"That means that there is more than one Pokemon per symbol," Marcus says confidently, going over what he knew. Of course, that begged the question of how Dorothy had acquired a Pokemon with the Dark Symbol. He'd somewhat just assumed he couldn't see her mark for some reason, but that obviously wasn't the case. Could Dorothy have stolen Toto? So far, it seemed like Trainers and Pokemon with the symbols went together.

Marcus looked to Quicksilver for input, hoping the Sneasel wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut.

"What was her Pokemon, by the way? Just so we can start figuring out who there is like us," Marcus asks, pulling out his Pokegear. "And would you happen to have her number? I get the feeling we should all stay connected," he says, quickly sending out a message to Tiny. He didn't expect an instant response, but it couldn't hurt.


Hey, do you have Sigmund's number? Met another person who has a tattoo just like him, figure he might want to see it.

Hopefully the Baby Trainer would pick up on the not-so-subtle code; after all, it wasn't exactly complicated.

[CosmicOccurence]

"That means that there is more than one Pokemon per symbol," Marcus says confidently, going over what he knew. Of course, that begged the question of how Dorothy had acquired a Pokemon with the Dark Symbol. He'd somewhat just assumed he couldn't see her mark for some reason, but that obviously wasn't the case. Could Dorothy have stolen Toto? So far, it seemed like Trainers and Pokemon with the symbols went together.

Marcus looked to Quicksilver for input, hoping the Sneasel wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut.

"What was her Pokemon, by the way? Just so we can start figuring out who there is like us," Marcus asks, pulling out his Pokegear. "And would you happen to have her number? I get the feeling we should all stay connected," he says, quickly sending out a message to Tiny. He didn't expect an instant response, but it couldn't hurt.



Hopefully the Baby Trainer would pick up on the not-so-subtle code; after all, it wasn't exactly complicated.

I only know about the eighteen of us Quicksilver said, waving at Dawn to indicate her inclusion in the group. In which there is no Toto. Veil is our Dark type representative, although apparantly it was originally me before Arceus decided to not go with this Avalugg who caused some avalanches fivehundred years ago, so I got shifted over to Ice and Veil was brought onboard. He scratched amiably after he finished his tangent, seemingly done with his.

The text went out to Tiny as Puck responded. Veil was a Zorua, kind of big for his age though. She didn't have a Pokegear, which isn't terribly unusual for Zahaard Trainers. She didn't even use modern Pokeballs, still using the medieval apricorn ball styles they developed back when the monarchy was around. Plus she was kind of secretive anyways. Heck, I don't think we would have ever met if she hadn't snuck up on me after following me for a while.

Update, her name is Jenn, not Jean (I think. This is one I've been bad on with consistency)

[Arcran]

I only know about the eighteen of us Quicksilver said, waving at Dawn to indicate her inclusion in the group. In which there is no Toto. Veil is our Dark type representative, although apparantly it was originally me before Arceus decided to not go with this Avalugg who caused some avalanches fivehundred years ago, so I got shifted over to Ice and Veil was brought onboard. He scratched amiably after he finished his tangent, seemingly done with his.

The text went out to Tiny as Puck responded. Veil was a Zorua, kind of big for his age though. She didn't have a Pokegear, which isn't terribly unusual for Zahaard Trainers. She didn't even use modern Pokeballs, still using the medieval apricorn ball styles they developed back when the monarchy was around. Plus she was kind of secretive anyways. Heck, I don't think we would have ever met if she hadn't snuck up on me after following me for a while.

Update, her name is Jenn, not Jean (I think. This is one I've been bad on with consistency)

"Only eighteen of you, Zorua, Zahaard, canine..." Marcus whispers to himself, a terrified look crossing his face as he begins to put the pieces together. He hadn't gotten a glimpse at the ball that Toto had been in, but everything fit together in a terrible way. Dorothy's clothing would indicate a certain familiarity with Zahaard, meaning she could have known about Jenn early on. Toto was almost certainly Veil; a large Zorua could have certainly been the massive canine monstrosity unleashed by Dorothy against Guard. Which, if Dorothy had Veil, then what exactly had happened to Jenn...?

"Puck, I need you to think. Is there any way you could get in contact with her, and I mean absolutely any way? If I'm right, she needs help," Marcus says, voice as deadly serious as it could ever be.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus has no time to marvel at this strange ability, as it is everything he and his team can do to avoid the onslaught of fire and water.

Agape at the fire incoming, Percy barely manages to pirouette out of the way. In spite of the situation, he takes a second to look proud.

Meanwhile, Angus gets his shield up right before the strange shift of the Vaporeon and Lamorak has enough advance notice to dodge the oncoming water. Taking a step back, Angus swipes at the creature with his shield.

Boudica, for her part, is enraged by the close call against Percy and surges forward, her signature bone weapon sent spinning against the necromancer.
Angus is now flanking the Vaporeon and uses Bash!
AC 2: [roll0], the +1 coming from Focused Training (I'm really terrible about remembering that...)
Damage: [roll1] Physical Damage
Lowers target's Initiative to 0 for 1 full round if 15+ on attack roll.

Last round, I forgot that STAB does not apply to weapon attacks. Please put 10 hp back on the Vaporeon.

Boudica uses Bonemerang
AC 2, Double Strike
Roll 1: [roll2]
Damage 1: [roll3] Ground Physical Damage, the extra +7 coming from Pure Power.

Roll 2: [roll4]
Damage 2: [roll5]
This damage ignores Ground Immunity, if that's at all relevant.
Both attacks hit, so that's 81 damage pre-defense.

Skull spits in pain, and in the Charizard rises even higher to hover near the roof of the cavern. All the while, the Vaporeon sent another gout of water flying from its mouth, this time targeting Boudica.

Senga, finally entering the battlefield, did not place a coporeal arrow to her bow. Instead she conjured a rainbow colored beam of energy and put it to the bow's string. With a cry of concentration, she let if fly, and it slammed into the Vaporeon, the arrow dissipating shortly after impact. The corpse of the Vaporeon was torn up, its' joints torn and unable to move as well as they were used to. However, that didn't stop its ability to put out extraordinarily powerful moves targeting your Pokemon. It was clear that Skull's rank as a Bishop was no mere formality: he was much stronger than any Jamba grunt you'd fought in the past. In fact, calling him a grunt at all would be misleading.

Angus, start getting your Pokemon together and let's go. He has four more Pokemon after we take down the Vaporeon, then we'd still have to beat down whatever monsters he using to animate these things. Her slime-dragon had finally made its way up the stairs, trying to catch up to its mistress.


Vaporeon uses Hydro Pump on Boudica
[roll0] AC 3
[roll1]

Senga launches an arcane arrow at the Vaporeon. It connects for 35 damage!

Also, I will note OOC that this encounter is one intentionally crafted to pit you against a much more powerful opponent. Don't feel like you failed or anything if you decide to run.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Only eighteen of you, Zorua, Zahaard, canine..." Marcus whispers to himself, a terrified look crossing his face as he begins to put the pieces together. He hadn't gotten a glimpse at the ball that Toto had been in, but everything fit together in a terrible way. Dorothy's clothing would indicate a certain familiarity with Zahaard, meaning she could have known about Jenn early on. Toto was almost certainly Veil; a large Zorua could have certainly been the massive canine monstrosity unleashed by Dorothy against Guard. Which, if Dorothy had Veil, then what exactly had happened to Jenn...?

"Puck, I need you to think. Is there any way you could get in contact with her, and I mean absolutely any way? If I'm right, she needs help," Marcus says, voice as deadly serious as it could ever be.

Puck shrugs. I don't know how I would. This is why I don't get people from Zahaard. It's like they don't understand the perks of technology. I don't even know where she went after our conversation. Do you think this Dorothy character took Veil from Jenn and turned it into this Toto thing?

At the same time Puck posed his question, you got a text message back from Tiny. Like all the text messages he sent, it was long and typed with meticulous care to avoid text lingo abbreviations.



I got it, but he hasn't responded to any of my messages in the past. I think he might have given me the wrong number somehow. Also, who's the friend? Katie and I haven't met anyone else with our interests since we left you. She caught an Arceus cursed Scyther too. That girl is crazy I swear.

[Prehysterical]

Skull spits in pain, and in the Charizard rises even higher to hover near the roof of the cavern. All the while, the Vaporeon sent another gout of water flying from its mouth, this time targeting Boudica.

Senga, finally entering the battlefield, did not place a coporeal arrow to her bow. Instead she conjured a rainbow colored beam of energy and put it to the bow's string. With a cry of concentration, she let if fly, and it slammed into the Vaporeon, the arrow dissipating shortly after impact. The corpse of the Vaporeon was torn up, its' joints torn and unable to move as well as they were used to. However, that didn't stop its ability to put out extraordinarily powerful moves targeting your Pokemon. It was clear that Skull's rank as a Bishop was no mere formality: he was much stronger than any Jamba grunt you'd fought in the past. In fact, calling him a grunt at all would be misleading.

Angus, start getting your Pokemon together and let's go. He has four more Pokemon after we take down the Vaporeon, then we'd still have to beat down whatever monsters he using to animate these things. Her slime-dragon had finally made its way up the stairs, trying to catch up to its mistress.


Vaporeon uses Hydro Pump on Boudica
[roll0] AC 3
[roll1]

Senga launches an arcane arrow at the Vaporeon. It connects for 35 damage!

Also, I will note OOC that this encounter is one intentionally crafted to pit you against a much more powerful opponent. Don't feel like you failed or anything if you decide to run.

Now it is Boudica's turn to fall to the Vaporeon. Angus doesn't want to listen to Senga's words, doesn't want to run, but the cold reality of the situation sets in. Clenching his fists before fetching his Worldseeds, Angus roars to the ceiling, "I can believe that you serve Pluto! You're just as much of a coward as he is!"

Meanwhile, Lamorak has had enough of the water Pokemon and steps forward to deliver a headbutt that sweeps at the Vaporeon's legs.
Angus spends both of his Shift actions recalling KO'd Pokemon

Lamorak uses Take Down on the Vaporeon
AC 4: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] Normal Physical Damage

Free Trip attempt: [roll2]

[Arcran]

Puck shrugs. I don't know how I would. This is why I don't get people from Zahaard. It's like they don't understand the perks of technology. I don't even know where she went after our conversation. Do you think this Dorothy character took Veil from Jenn and turned it into this Toto thing?

At the same time Puck posed his question, you got a text message back from Tiny. Like all the text messages he sent, it was long and typed with meticulous care to avoid text lingo abbreviations.

"Or worse," Marcus says, still unsure about everything. "The real question is who the hell would know enough to steal it? I mean, Jamba is the main crime, but they don't exactly seem like they'd have a wealth of knowledge about Trainers and Pokemon blessed by Arceus, right?"

"Speaking of Jamba, have you heard anything from them since we ran into them outside Stormwrack? I ran into a recruiting center - ah hell," Marcus says, putting things together. "I battled with a strong Trainer to try to level up his low level Pokemon, and he gave me a recruiting ticket for a secret Jamba center. I turned them in, but that means Jamba has members posing as powerful Trainers. Which, if Dorothy has a powerful Pokemon that isn't hers, and Jamba has members posing as strong trainers..."

"Do you think Jamba is after our talking Pokemon?" Marcus asks with concern, looking to Dawn and Quicksilver. "If they're sending Trainers like Dorothy after us, we don't have a shot."


They had a black tattoo that looked exactly like Sigmund's. Seems like I lost their number though; haven't seen them for awhile. If you have any way to get in contact with him besides Pokegear, do your best. I'd really like to ask him about that Absol he caught.

Also, have you heard about Dorothy? Check out the videos of her battle, especially Toto. The person with the black tattoo apparently had a Pokemon just like Toto, and I mean JUST like it. No idea how Dorothy ended up with a beast like that, but it must have been a steal of a deal since she still has both arms and legs ;P

But yeah, some people aren't a fan of the tattoos. Keep an eye on Tink, and tell Katie the same. Call me later if you can, it's important.

[CosmicOccurence]

Now it is Boudica's turn to fall to the Vaporeon. Angus doesn't want to listen to Senga's words, doesn't want to run, but the cold reality of the situation sets in. Clenching his fists before fetching his Worldseeds, Angus roars to the ceiling, "I can believe that you serve Pluto! You're just as much of a coward as he is!"

Meanwhile, Lamorak has had enough of the water Pokemon and steps forward to deliver a headbutt that sweeps at the Vaporeon's legs.
Angus spends both of his Shift actions recalling KO'd Pokemon

Lamorak uses Take Down on the Vaporeon
AC 4: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] Normal Physical Damage

Free Trip attempt: [roll2]

Normally the Vaporeon would have dodged your blows without a problem. However, it seemed that the more damage the corpse took the less able it was to dodge attacks, and it fell to Lamrock's blow. At the same time, Senga put an arrow in the Lairon's corse, pinning it to the table while her Dragon-slime encased the Weepinbell in its hardening goop.

A ghostly presence exploded from the body of the Vaporeon, its eyes red and wild, and it quickly circled, looking at the situation. With wild cackling, it dove into the body of the Electivire, which began to twitch as it 'came to life'. All the while, Skull circled you from above as he sipped from what looked like a vial of red liquid: a potion.

??? spends its round switching bodies! Technically Lamrock and Angus can make AOOs, but its ghost type so don't bother with normal typed sturggle attacks.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Or worse," Marcus says, still unsure about everything. "The real question is who the hell would know enough to steal it? I mean, Jamba is the main crime, but they don't exactly seem like they'd have a wealth of knowledge about Trainers and Pokemon blessed by Arceus, right?"

"Speaking of Jamba, have you heard anything from them since we ran into them outside Stormwrack? I ran into a recruiting center - ah hell," Marcus says, putting things together. "I battled with a strong Trainer to try to level up his low level Pokemon, and he gave me a recruiting ticket for a secret Jamba center. I turned them in, but that means Jamba has members posing as powerful Trainers. Which, if Dorothy has a powerful Pokemon that isn't hers, and Jamba has members posing as strong trainers..."

"Do you think Jamba is after our talking Pokemon?" Marcus asks with concern, looking to Dawn and Quicksilver. "If they're sending Trainers like Dorothy after us, we don't have a shot."

I haven't really encountered them at all, but I've been hearing from a few people on the road that they've been giving league trainers more trouble recently. Apparently they targeted a Pokemon Center in Hidden Oasis, but they've left me well alone. I wonder what they're up to with the recruiting stations ... trying to recruit members from inside the league? I suppose that would be useful to have.

As for them coming after Dawn and Quicksilver, I'm not sure, but if they're connected to Arceus then it would make sense. As for how they know, wouldn't the worst case scenario be that they have some of us on their side? I mean, its not like we can track each other exactly, but that would be an easy way to identify trainers like us if they ended up crossing paths.

And let's just hope they aren't desperate enough to send trainers like her after us. She seems pretty focused on the E4 challenge though, so hopefully she'll be a bit too busy to bother us.

At the same time you were talking, Tiny sent you back a quick text.


Thanks for the head's up. Katie and I will be careful in the future. I'll start looking for my friend in the meantime.

Saw Dorothy in a video my friend in the Academy sent me. Didn't realize that Toto used to belong to a friend like us. I guess the video must not have been high quality for me to not be able to see that. Don't take too many risks, and say high to my frosty friend for me.

[Prehysterical]

Normally the Vaporeon would have dodged your blows without a problem. However, it seemed that the more damage the corpse took the less able it was to dodge attacks, and it fell to Lamrock's blow. At the same time, Senga put an arrow in the Lairon's corse, pinning it to the table while her Dragon-slime encased the Weepinbell in its hardening goop.

A ghostly presence exploded from the body of the Vaporeon, its eyes red and wild, and it quickly circled, looking at the situation. With wild cackling, it dove into the body of the Electivire, which began to twitch as it 'came to life'. All the while, Skull circled you from above as he sipped from what looked like a vial of red liquid: a potion.

??? spends its round switching bodies! Technically Lamrock and Angus can make AOOs, but its ghost type so don't bother with normal typed sturggle attacks.
Feeling cheated by a foe that has to be defeated twice, a dark aura surrounds Lamorak and he whips his head viciously at the ghostly figure.

Meanwhile, knowing the danger of the undead Charizard to Percivale and Gladia, Angus returns them to their Worldseeds as well.
Well, would you look at that... Lamorak has a Dark Type move, which is Super-Effective against ghosts!

Lamorak uses Pursuit
AC 2: [roll0]
Since it is used as an Interrupt, it is upgraded to DB 8 (2d8+10)
Damage: [roll1] Dark Physical Damage

[Arcran]

I haven't really encountered them at all, but I've been hearing from a few people on the road that they've been giving league trainers more trouble recently. Apparently they targeted a Pokemon Center in Hidden Oasis, but they've left me well alone. I wonder what they're up to with the recruiting stations ... trying to recruit members from inside the league? I suppose that would be useful to have.

As for them coming after Dawn and Quicksilver, I'm not sure, but if they're connected to Arceus then it would make sense. As for how they know, wouldn't the worst case scenario be that they have some of us on their side? I mean, its not like we can track each other exactly, but that would be an easy way to identify trainers like us if they ended up crossing paths.

And let's just hope they aren't desperate enough to send trainers like her after us. She seems pretty focused on the E4 challenge though, so hopefully she'll be a bit too busy to bother us.

At the same time you were talking, Tiny sent you back a quick text.

Marcus reads Tiny's text, snapping his Pokegear shut. At least Tiny and Katie had some warning. "Tiny says hi," Marcus says to Quicksilver without too much thought, before turning back to Puck.

"Well, either way, we have a pretty good conspiracy theory going. I warned the others I know, but it sounds like the Ghost symbol Trainer is missing a well. At least both of us are here, right? We can try to watch each other's backs, keep us and our 'mon alive. Think there's anybody we can talk to? Koon might want to know if he has two Trainers that Jamba is after here..."

"Speaking of Koon though, are you taking his course? The Cryptid one?" Marcus asks, hoping he'd have some excuse to spend time with Puck.

[CosmicOccurence]

Feeling cheated by a foe that has to be defeated twice, a dark aura surrounds Lamorak and he whips his head viciously at the ghostly figure.

Meanwhile, knowing the danger of the undead Charizard to Percivale and Gladia, Angus returns them to their Worldseeds as well.
Well, would you look at that... Lamorak has a Dark Type move, which is Super-Effective against ghosts!

Lamorak uses Pursuit
AC 2: [roll0]
Since it is used as an Interrupt, it is upgraded to DB 8 (2d8+10)
Damage: [roll1] Dark Physical Damage

The ghostly presence groaned in pain as Lamrock made contact with it. It swiveled in the air, considering whether or not to simply retaliate now. But when Skull hissed at it, it spat at Lamrock and inhabited the Electevire. As the hairy corpse, electricity coursing through its taxidermy pelt, charging up for a powerful attack.

Senga ran up to the pedestal and pointed her bow upwards, clearly aiming at the Charizard and rider as another arrow made of pure energy sat on her bowstring. I'll keep them pinned down for now. Let's get out of here Angus. Her dragon-slime was already slinking its way towards the door, leaving a small trail of slime in its wake.

Electevire uses Charge

Senga uses Overwatch!

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus reads Tiny's text, snapping his Pokegear shut. At least Tiny and Katie had some warning. "Tiny says hi," Marcus says to Quicksilver without too much thought, before turning back to Puck.

"Well, either way, we have a pretty good conspiracy theory going. I warned the others I know, but it sounds like the Ghost symbol Trainer is missing a well. At least both of us are here, right? We can try to watch each other's backs, keep us and our 'mon alive. Think there's anybody we can talk to? Koon might want to know if he has two Trainers that Jamba is after here..."

"Speaking of Koon though, are you taking his course? The Cryptid one?" Marcus asks, hoping he'd have some excuse to spend time with Puck.

I can't think of a place that would be safer than the academy Puck said as he processed the information. We can't rule out that Jamba has infiltrated the Academy, but surely there are enough powerful trainers around to keep us hidden, especially if we join dorms with trainers who are supposed to have our backs.

It might be better to hide the true nature of Dawn and Quicksilver though, and just pretend that they're normal shiny Pokemon.

At your mention of courses, Puck shook his head. Nope. I mean, it sounds interesting and everything, especially now that I have this mark floating above my head all the time. But I decided to go with the Genetic Botany course instead. I've been learning to grow berries, so this could be really useful for me. I might even be able to learn how to teach my Pokemon the Harvest ability, although that's supposed to be a pretty high level technique.

Just so you know, Cryptzoology encompasses both Cryptids and Legendary Pokemon. Obviously you're more interested in one end of the spectrum, but there will be non cryptid people there too.

[Arcran]

I can't think of a place that would be safer than the academy Puck said as he processed the information. We can't rule out that Jamba has infiltrated the Academy, but surely there are enough powerful trainers around to keep us hidden, especially if we join dorms with trainers who are supposed to have our backs.

It might be better to hide the true nature of Dawn and Quicksilver though, and just pretend that they're normal shiny Pokemon.

At your mention of courses, Puck shook his head. Nope. I mean, it sounds interesting and everything, especially now that I have this mark floating above my head all the time. But I decided to go with the Genetic Botany course instead. I've been learning to grow berries, so this could be really useful for me. I might even be able to learn how to teach my Pokemon the Harvest ability, although that's supposed to be a pretty high level technique.

Just so you know, Cryptzoology encompasses both Cryptids and Legendary Pokemon. Obviously you're more interested in one end of the spectrum, but there will be non cryptid people there too.

"Harvest? Seriously? That'd be pretty sweet," Marcus states, almost wishing he'd taken that course. It wasn't the most useful for his specific team, but it still could be a boon...

Marcus quickly shakes his head, returning to the topics at hand. "But I agree. Treat our Pokemon as just special, rather than mail order presents from Arceus. Between that and the dorms, that should keep us safe..."

"Wait," Marcus says, thinking for a moment. Assuming somebody was Jamba just because they were a prick was a bit crude, but Terry had rapidly rose to prominence in the past few months, and he had no idea who possessed the Normal mark.

"Avoid Elba. There's a Trainer there that's nasty enough to be Jamba who just beat multiple Gyms in the past two months. I'm not sure, but she's a Normal Specialist. Until we see exactly what kind of Pokemon she's running with, we can't rule out her stealing the talking Normal Pokemon. I think we should keep our space from them," Marcus says carefully, hoping he wasn't confusing caution and paranoia. "I was going to join Shooting Stars, but it seems like you'd be my competition for that. I don't suppose you were planning on joining Green Seeds to make your botany course easy?" Marcus asks hopefully.

[Prehysterical]

The ghostly presence groaned in pain as Lamrock made contact with it. It swiveled in the air, considering whether or not to simply retaliate now. But when Skull hissed at it, it spat at Lamrock and inhabited the Electevire. As the hairy corpse, electricity coursing through its taxidermy pelt, charging up for a powerful attack.

Senga ran up to the pedestal and pointed her bow upwards, clearly aiming at the Charizard and rider as another arrow made of pure energy sat on her bowstring. I'll keep them pinned down for now. Let's get out of here Angus. Her dragon-slime was already slinking its way towards the door, leaving a small trail of slime in its wake.

Electevire uses Charge

Senga uses Overwatch!

"Lamorak, let's go!" The rockhead seems just as reluctant to pull out, but ultimately complies. Both sprint for the balcony, quickly coming up behind the little dragon.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Harvest? Seriously? That'd be pretty sweet," Marcus states, almost wishing he'd taken that course. It wasn't the most useful for his specific team, but it still could be a boon...

Marcus quickly shakes his head, returning to the topics at hand. "But I agree. Treat our Pokemon as just special, rather than mail order presents from Arceus. Between that and the dorms, that should keep us safe..."

"Wait," Marcus says, thinking for a moment. Assuming somebody was Jamba just because they were a prick was a bit crude, but Terry had rapidly rose to prominence in the past few months, and he had no idea who possessed the Normal mark.

"Avoid Elba. There's a Trainer there that's nasty enough to be Jamba who just beat multiple Gyms in the past two months. I'm not sure, but she's a Normal Specialist. Until we see exactly what kind of Pokemon she's running with, we can't rule out her stealing the talking Normal Pokemon. I think we should keep our space from them," Marcus says carefully, hoping he wasn't confusing caution and paranoia. "I was going to join Shooting Stars, but it seems like you'd be my competition for that. I don't suppose you were planning on joining Green Seeds to make your botany course easy?" Marcus asks hopefully.

Oh I was always planning on going with Green Seeds. I suppose I could go with Shooting Stars, but I'd much rather be in a dorm that focuses on Grass Pokemon. There has been this fire specialist hanging around Shooting Stars though, and it seems like he's related to one of the people in the Shooting Stars right now. Goes by the name of Kirk. The two of us were the only ones able to join, so until you came along he was just going to get it handed to him on a silver platter. He probably won't be happy that he has competition now

Anticipating your question, Puck replied. Don't worry. Not one of us; just a trainer who specializes in a type.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Lamorak, let's go!" The rockhead seems just as reluctant to pull out, but ultimately complies. Both sprint for the balcony, quickly coming up behind the little dragon.


Senga shot two arrows in quick succession as the Charizard dived at her, spewing fire from its mouth. Hindered partially by the burns covering her left arm, she spun and dashed after the group, catching up just as you passed through the door. As you all cleared the door, Senga's dragon sealed the doorway with slime. Your last view of the pedestal room was a deceased Charizard rocketing at you before beige goop covered the opening and hardened into a door.

Through the barrier, you heard Skull hiss, Don't worry, you wonnn't get farrrrr

You were at the intersection of a hallway, with the door hidden in the wall of one of the dead ends. When it closed it was nearly impossible to see. It appeared the funeral home was eager to hide the fact that there was a secret necromancer chamber underneath its legal facade.

Senga was panting, applying a potion to her burns. Well that was ... not the way I thought I would first meet my brother. She seemed to be struggling between being terrified at the situation and being forced to acknowledge the grim humor of it all.

[Arcran]

Oh I was always planning on going with Green Seeds. I suppose I could go with Shooting Stars, but I'd much rather be in a dorm that focuses on Grass Pokemon. There has been this fire specialist hanging around Shooting Stars though, and it seems like he's related to one of the people in the Shooting Stars right now. Goes by the name of Kirk. The two of us were the only ones able to join, so until you came along he was just going to get it handed to him on a silver platter. He probably won't be happy that he has competition now

Anticipating your question, Puck replied. Don't worry. Not one of us; just a trainer who specializes in a type.

"Fire specialist? That'll be easy then," Marcus says confidently, looking at his team with pride. "Two Ground Types and two Water Types. I can take him," Marcus says confidently, not horribly worried.

"Well, that just leaves one question: how much do we tell Koon?"

[Prehysterical]

Senga shot two arrows in quick succession as the Charizard dived at her, spewing fire from its mouth. Hindered partially by the burns covering her left arm, she spun and dashed after the group, catching up just as you passed through the door. As you all cleared the door, Senga's dragon sealed the doorway with slime. Your last view of the pedestal room was a deceased Charizard rocketing at you before beige goop covered the opening and hardened into a door.

Through the barrier, you heard Skull hiss, Don't worry, you wonnn't get farrrrr

You were at the intersection of a hallway, with the door hidden in the wall of one of the dead ends. When it closed it was nearly impossible to see. It appeared the funeral home was eager to hide the fact that there was a secret necromancer chamber underneath its legal facade.

Senga was panting, applying a potion to her burns. Well that was ... not the way I thought I would first meet my brother. She seemed to be struggling between being terrified at the situation and being forced to acknowledge the grim humor of it all.
Angus replies, "Not now. Even as we speak, Skull is repositioning." Angus puts on his special crystal goggles and uses them to gain a better understanding of their surroundings.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Fire specialist? That'll be easy then," Marcus says confidently, looking at his team with pride. "Two Ground Types and two Water Types. I can take him," Marcus says confidently, not horribly worried.

"Well, that just leaves one question: how much do we tell Koon?"

I suppose the real question is whether or not to tell him at all? Puck replied. I mean, I doubt he's with Jamba, but I don't know that it would be smart to go around crowing what we are. The last thing I want to do is end up on the operating table of a Varro lab as they try and dissect me to figure out what made me a chosen one, or whatever we are.

Puck yawned. That said, I'll leave it up to you. I'd really rather just learn how to grow berries if its all the same to me. My plan is to keep my head down and stay as far away from this Arceus business as I possibly can.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus replies, "Not now. Even as we speak, Skull is repositioning." Angus puts on his special crystal goggles and uses them to gain a better understanding of their surroundings.

To the right you saw several doors for storage rooms and operating tables. At the end of the hallway was a door labeled with 'loading dock'. The hallway straight ahead of you had a few offices branching off from it before hitting a set of stairs that ran upwards.

Senga paused only to have her Pokemon once again seal the exit, ensuring Skull wouldn't be able to open the door. Well? she asked, obviously unable to see what you could. Which way?

[Arcran]

I suppose the real question is whether or not to tell him at all? Puck replied. I mean, I doubt he's with Jamba, but I don't know that it would be smart to go around crowing what we are. The last thing I want to do is end up on the operating table of a Varro lab as they try and dissect me to figure out what made me a chosen one, or whatever we are.

Puck yawned. That said, I'll leave it up to you. I'd really rather just learn how to grow berries if its all the same to me. My plan is to keep my head down and stay as far away from this Arceus business as I possibly can.

"Really? You get a chance to become one of the strongest Trainers ever, and you just want to grow berries? You're crazy Puck," Marcus says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood slightly for his sake more than anything.

"But I suppose it makes sense. I think Koon may already know; he seemed to have some inkling about what I was and what Quicksilver was, simply judging by the way he talked to us about his class. I suppose if he asks I'll tell him what I know, otherwise I'll keep my mouth shut. I'll leave you out of it either way though," Marcus says, leaning back slightly before standing up.

"Well, it sounds like I'm going to have another important battle in a few days. Mind helping my team train for a bit?" the boy asks, rolling his head from side to side. "I'd really rather not end up in Elba, after all."

[CosmicOccurence]

"Really? You get a chance to become one of the strongest Trainers ever, and you just want to grow berries? You're crazy Puck," Marcus says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood slightly for his sake more than anything.

"But I suppose it makes sense. I think Koon may already know; he seemed to have some inkling about what I was and what Quicksilver was, simply judging by the way he talked to us about his class. I suppose if he asks I'll tell him what I know, otherwise I'll keep my mouth shut. I'll leave you out of it either way though," Marcus says, leaning back slightly before standing up.

"Well, it sounds like I'm going to have another important battle in a few days. Mind helping my team train for a bit?" the boy asks, rolling his head from side to side. "I'd really rather not end up in Elba, after all."

Oh is that what we get? Puck asked, a bit of his old humor returning to his voice. To be one of the strongest trainers ever? You're sounding like all those Champion wannabe's now. But I'll help you train. Green Seeds has
already accepted me in everything but formality, so its not like I have much to lose. What did you have in mind?

And now I think you may have a bit of meta sneaking in there. Just a bit though.

[Arcran]

Oh is that what we get? Puck asked, a bit of his old humor returning to his voice. To be one of the strongest trainers ever? You're sounding like all those Champion wannabe's now. But I'll help you train. Green Seeds has
already accepted me in everything but formality, so its not like I have much to lose. What did you have in mind?

And now I think you may have a bit of meta sneaking in there. Just a bit though.

"I mean, come on, between Dawn and Quicksilver we're already far more powerful than we have any right to be. If they end up as powerful as Toto is, we'll walk all over the Elite Four. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," Marcus states, looking around at his team. "But basically, I have a Pokken battle in two days to get into the dorm I want, and I've never actually done a Pokken fight. If he specializes in Fire Types I think I know the Pokemon I want to go with, I just need to figure out the nuances of it all. I'm guessing you've at least seen a battle or two of it in your time here?" Marcus asks hopefully, calling forward Gelver, Pix and Comiter.

[CosmicOccurence]

"I mean, come on, between Dawn and Quicksilver we're already far more powerful than we have any right to be. If they end up as powerful as Toto is, we'll walk all over the Elite Four. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," Marcus states, looking around at his team. "But basically, I have a Pokken battle in two days to get into the dorm I want, and I've never actually done a Pokken fight. If he specializes in Fire Types I think I know the Pokemon I want to go with, I just need to figure out the nuances of it all. I'm guessing you've at least seen a battle or two of it in your time here?" Marcus asks hopefully, calling forward Gelver, Pix and Comiter.

I've seen a few, but none over anything terribly serious. A lot of people have been competing for spots in the Sky Battle class. It'll be my first time actually battling one though, so I can't garuntee that I'll be of any use to you.

The two of you walked down the road to one of the few battle parks around in Armedius. It was empty other than the two of you. Your battles, consisting of your three Pokemon vs his Ludicolo, Ivysaur, and Tropius, went fairly well. It was odd trying to get the hang of fighting to one fainted Pokemon, making type advantages especially important.

After a few practice battles, Puck returned his Pokemon. Best not to push too hard, especially if you've got a battle in a few days. No use in going in weaker than you need to be! Shall we head to the Center?

You gain xp for those three as if you trained them for the day

[Arcran]

I've seen a few, but none over anything terribly serious. A lot of people have been competing for spots in the Sky Battle class. It'll be my first time actually battling one though, so I can't garuntee that I'll be of any use to you.

The two of you walked down the road to one of the few battle parks around in Armedius. It was empty other than the two of you. Your battles, consisting of your three Pokemon vs his Ludicolo, Ivysaur, and Tropius, went fairly well. It was odd trying to get the hang of fighting to one fainted Pokemon, making type advantages especially important.

After a few practice battles, Puck returned his Pokemon. Best not to push too hard, especially if you've got a battle in a few days. No use in going in weaker than you need to be! Shall we head to the Center?

You gain xp for those three as if you trained them for the day

Marcus returns his team as well, wiping a bead of sweat on his forehead. Practicing with those three against Puck would be perfect exercise anyways; if they could compete at a heavy Type Disadvantage, then when it comes to the fight against Kirk would be a breeze, especially if he could pick up the few extra toys he wanted for his team before then.

"Yeah, might as well let our teams rest. Thanks again," Marcus states, jotting down some quick notes about Puck's Tropius. "It actually helped a lot. Weird way to battle though, right? Have to focus a lot more on, well, everything," Marcus finishes lamely.

[Prehysterical]

To the right you saw several doors for storage rooms and operating tables. At the end of the hallway was a door labeled with 'loading dock'. The hallway straight ahead of you had a few offices branching off from it before hitting a set of stairs that ran upwards.

Senga paused only to have her Pokemon once again seal the exit, ensuring Skull wouldn't be able to open the door. Well? she asked, obviously unable to see what you could. Which way?
Grabbing her hand to guide her, Angus runs toward the stairs. Lamorak finds it easy to follow the knight in his armor, regardless of the darkness. Angus says in a low voice, "We're going out the front door. We need outside eyes to help us."

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus returns his team as well, wiping a bead of sweat on his forehead. Practicing with those three against Puck would be perfect exercise anyways; if they could compete at a heavy Type Disadvantage, then when it comes to the fight against Kirk would be a breeze, especially if he could pick up the few extra toys he wanted for his team before then.

"Yeah, might as well let our teams rest. Thanks again," Marcus states, jotting down some quick notes about Puck's Tropius. "It actually helped a lot. Weird way to battle though, right? Have to focus a lot more on, well, everything," Marcus finishes lamely.

Well, it seems like a good skill to learn with how popular they are here Puck replied as your Pokemon got healed up. The two of you finished you conversation, got your Pokemon back from the Pokemon Center, and Puck bade you a quick goodbye before heading back up to the academy to tour the greenhouses.

[CosmicOccurence]

Grabbing her hand to guide her, Angus runs toward the stairs. Lamorak finds it easy to follow the knight in his armor, regardless of the darkness. Angus says in a low voice, "We're going out the front door. We need outside eyes to help us."

As you hurried up the stairs, you came into another hallway. Here you recognized the map that Gladia had drawn for you earlier. The exit was just down the hallway and through the lobby. However, if Gladia's map was still accurate, there was a person in the second viewing gallery on the left.

[Prehysterical]

As you hurried up the stairs, you came into another hallway. Here you recognized the map that Gladia had drawn for you earlier. The exit was just down the hallway and through the lobby. However, if Gladia's map was still accurate, there was a person in the second viewing gallery on the left.
Continuing to speak softly, Angus asks Senga, "That goo your dragon makes... Is it permanent, or temporary? There's someone in that second room on the left and I don't know if they're Jamba or not. If we can seal that entrance, that will help cover our escape."

[Arcran]

Well, it seems like a good skill to learn with how popular they are here Puck replied as your Pokemon got healed up. The two of you finished you conversation, got your Pokemon back from the Pokemon Center, and Puck bade you a quick goodbye before heading back up to the academy to tour the greenhouses.

"Let me know if anything comes up," Marcus states as the other boy leaves, waiting to get his team back before heading up to get some rest. Today had been a big day; he'd won his first Gym Battle, he'd met his best chance of getting into Shooting Stars, he'd found Puck after all this time and managed to catch up and, most of all, he was registered at Armedius Academy.

Still, that joy was somewhat tempered by the fact that Jamba was after him. The only thing he could really do to prepare for that was to train, but he'd been training anyways. He'd have to keep an eye out and keep Quicksilver safe, otherwise he could go the same was as Jenn.

Once Marcus gets his team back he heads up to one of the Pokemon Center rooms, letting Arista out to sleep, directing the Grimer towards the door. Was the smell fairly unpleasant? Yes. Would Arista be the perfect alarm if somebody tried to enter? You know it.

And so Marcus falls asleep, head racing with the discoveries of the day and exactly how to beat a Fire Type Trainer in Pokken.

I figured it'd be late enough in the day at this point for heading to bed to not be unreasonable. Let me know if I'm wrong!

[CosmicOccurence]

Continuing to speak softly, Angus asks Senga, "That goo your dragon makes... Is it permanent, or temporary? There's someone in that second room on the left and I don't know if they're Jamba or not. If we can seal that entrance, that will help cover our escape."

It doesn't disappear on its own, but it isn't that hard to blast it away. It isn't the toughest stuff around. Senga replied as the two of you crept forwards. Of course, if they don't know that there's even anyone on the other side of the door, then they'd have no reason to try and open it, meaning the slime likely won't be detected.

Going to need stealth checks if you want to do it without them realizing you're outside their room.

DC is - [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

"Let me know if anything comes up," Marcus states as the other boy leaves, waiting to get his team back before heading up to get some rest. Today had been a big day; he'd won his first Gym Battle, he'd met his best chance of getting into Shooting Stars, he'd found Puck after all this time and managed to catch up and, most of all, he was registered at Armedius Academy.

Still, that joy was somewhat tempered by the fact that Jamba was after him. The only thing he could really do to prepare for that was to train, but he'd been training anyways. He'd have to keep an eye out and keep Quicksilver safe, otherwise he could go the same was as Jenn.

Once Marcus gets his team back he heads up to one of the Pokemon Center rooms, letting Arista out to sleep, directing the Grimer towards the door. Was the smell fairly unpleasant? Yes. Would Arista be the perfect alarm if somebody tried to enter? You know it.

And so Marcus falls asleep, head racing with the discoveries of the day and exactly how to beat a Fire Type Trainer in Pokken.

I figured it'd be late enough in the day at this point for heading to bed to not be unreasonable. Let me know if I'm wrong!

You had a peaceful night's sleep and woke for the penultimate time in the rather uncomfortable beds of the Pokemon Centers.

I don't have any plans for you today, so do whatever you'd like

[Arcran]

You had a peaceful night's sleep and woke for the penultimate time in the rather uncomfortable beds of the Pokemon Centers.

I don't have any plans for you today, so do whatever you'd like

Marcus wakes up with a groan, rolling out of the Pokemon Center bed. Only a few more days, and Marcus would have a real bed and wouldn't have to sleep on the rock-stuffed monstrosity that was a Pokemon Center bed. Still, you got what you paid for, right?

The exciting day of Marcus' life begins with eating breakfast in the Pokemon Center, eating the fake eggs, slightly burned toast and barely overripe fruit while reading through the books Koon had gotten him. The rest of Marcus' team worked through their respective meals, causing Marcus to feel a slight pang of guilt as Icon eats a rather prodigious amount of food. Hopefully the dorms included a meal plan, otherwise there was no way Marcus could afford, well, just about anything.

After that it was off to training, both for Marcus and his team. Quick switching, rapid attacks against a nearby tree and, of course, practicing the signature techniques Marcus has worked so hard with his team to develop. Even some of Marcus' reserve team got a chance to flex their muscles, with Era, Nibil, Pentax and Sima getting a chance to work. Afterwards, Marcus sat on the grass, reviewing switching techniques with Gelver and Comiter as Pix and Era roam free, hunting for honey and items in the park. As he does so, Marcus notes some of the reserve team watching rather closely as he reviews combat techniques; if he wasn't wrong, he had a halfway decent Pokken Team just sitting in reserve at the moment.

With those thoughts in mind, Marcus heads to the town square, hunting for both a Tutor and an item shop. Comiter was tough, extremely so, but Fire Type Trainers had a habit of making use of overwhelming strength, and without a Type Resistance Comiter was especially vulnerable, unless he happened to have a Move that would let him dodge even within a blazing inferno. One purchase for defense, and then two items that will give Gelver and Pix much more firepower and Marcus was feeling much more prepared for tomorrow.

Of course, for Marcus, there was no such thing as too much preparation. The next few hours were spent borderline stalking, using both digital and physical means. Battle footage of Kirk, his friends, his family, anything that might tell him something about what to expect in the battle. He was mostly focused on the team used by Kirk; if he needed to make a last-minute adjustment, now would be the best time to figure that out, but also his battling style. Was he going to have to expect overwhelming force, or more of a nuanced assault?

Next on the list was simply exploring the Academy. With his team by his side, Marcus attempts to cover as much of the grounds as possible in an hour, focusing mostly on the common battle arenas. If Marcus knew the arena, his team would be at that much more of an advantage, especially if the Fire Types attempted to use smoke or heat to distort the attacks.

As the day came closer and closer to a close, Marcus goes to buy school supplies. A stack of journals, few pounds of pens, a new backpack and even a stylus for his Pokegear later and Marcus was ready for his first day. Marcus even spends a little time in the library, hunting for information about Arceus, Cryptids, and just about anything else that could help him with Quicksilver.

As his day comes to a close, Marcus hunts for somebody he could train with for a little bit longer and, hopefully, win a little cash. A battle to get out the nerves, and get some last minute practice in. The Shooting Stars job was his in all but name.

Oh boy, so many things!

Bind Studies in Scarlet and Cryptid Hunters using my Lore Badge AP.

Train my team! Brutal Training, Focused Training, and Ace Trainer. Also, everybody gets EXP!
Gelver: 21 EXP
Comiter: 21 EXP
Icon: 21 EXP
Quicksilver: 21 EXP
Pix: 21 EXP
Arista: 21 EXP
Era: 17 EXP
Nibil: 17 EXP
Pentax: 20 EXP
Sina: 19 EXP

Going to use Era's Pickup and Era and Pix's Honey Gather!
Pickup: [roll0] - A random Berry!

Now time for shopping! This is fun...
Use Egg Tutor to teach Comiter Detect - 4k
Buy an Expert Belt for Gelver - 3.5k, total 7.5k
Buy a Water Type Gem - ??? - No listed price, but I assume a little less than 500?
Aaaaaaaaand we're out of money.

Other stuff is in your court, but I feel like a few rolls can't hurt[
Kirk Research: [roll1]
Academy Profiles (focusing on wherever the fight tomorrow will likely be): [roll2]
Cryptid Research: [roll3]

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus wakes up with a groan, rolling out of the Pokemon Center bed. Only a few more days, and Marcus would have a real bed and wouldn't have to sleep on the rock-stuffed monstrosity that was a Pokemon Center bed. Still, you got what you paid for, right?

The exciting day of Marcus' life begins with eating breakfast in the Pokemon Center, eating the fake eggs, slightly burned toast and barely overripe fruit while reading through the books Koon had gotten him. The rest of Marcus' team worked through their respective meals, causing Marcus to feel a slight pang of guilt as Icon eats a rather prodigious amount of food. Hopefully the dorms included a meal plan, otherwise there was no way Marcus could afford, well, just about anything.

After that it was off to training, both for Marcus and his team. Quick switching, rapid attacks against a nearby tree and, of course, practicing the signature techniques Marcus has worked so hard with his team to develop. Even some of Marcus' reserve team got a chance to flex their muscles, with Era, Nibil, Pentax and Sima getting a chance to work. Afterwards, Marcus sat on the grass, reviewing switching techniques with Gelver and Comiter as Pix and Era roam free, hunting for honey and items in the park. As he does so, Marcus notes some of the reserve team watching rather closely as he reviews combat techniques; if he wasn't wrong, he had a halfway decent Pokken Team just sitting in reserve at the moment.

With those thoughts in mind, Marcus heads to the town square, hunting for both a Tutor and an item shop. Comiter was tough, extremely so, but Fire Type Trainers had a habit of making use of overwhelming strength, and without a Type Resistance Comiter was especially vulnerable, unless he happened to have a Move that would let him dodge even within a blazing inferno. One purchase for defense, and then two items that will give Gelver and Pix much more firepower and Marcus was feeling much more prepared for tomorrow.

Of course, for Marcus, there was no such thing as too much preparation. The next few hours were spent borderline stalking, using both digital and physical means. Battle footage of Kirk, his friends, his family, anything that might tell him something about what to expect in the battle. He was mostly focused on the team used by Kirk; if he needed to make a last-minute adjustment, now would be the best time to figure that out, but also his battling style. Was he going to have to expect overwhelming force, or more of a nuanced assault?

Next on the list was simply exploring the Academy. With his team by his side, Marcus attempts to cover as much of the grounds as possible in an hour, focusing mostly on the common battle arenas. If Marcus knew the arena, his team would be at that much more of an advantage, especially if the Fire Types attempted to use smoke or heat to distort the attacks.

As the day came closer and closer to a close, Marcus goes to buy school supplies. A stack of journals, few pounds of pens, a new backpack and even a stylus for his Pokegear later and Marcus was ready for his first day. Marcus even spends a little time in the library, hunting for information about Arceus, Cryptids, and just about anything else that could help him with Quicksilver.

As his day comes to a close, Marcus hunts for somebody he could train with for a little bit longer and, hopefully, win a little cash. A battle to get out the nerves, and get some last minute practice in. The Shooting Stars job was his in all but name.

Oh boy, so many things!

Bind Studies in Scarlet and Cryptid Hunters using my Lore Badge AP.

Train my team! Brutal Training, Focused Training, and Ace Trainer. Also, everybody gets EXP!
Gelver: 21 EXP
Comiter: 21 EXP
Icon: 21 EXP
Quicksilver: 21 EXP
Pix: 21 EXP
Arista: 21 EXP
Era: 17 EXP
Nibil: 17 EXP
Pentax: 20 EXP
Sina: 19 EXP

Going to use Era's Pickup and Era and Pix's Honey Gather!
Pickup: [roll0] - A random Berry!

Now time for shopping! This is fun...
Use Egg Tutor to teach Comiter Detect - 4k
Buy an Expert Belt for Gelver - 3.5k, total 7.5k
Buy a Water Type Gem - ??? - No listed price, but I assume a little less than 500?
Aaaaaaaaand we're out of money.

Other stuff is in your court, but I feel like a few rolls can't hurt[
Kirk Research: [roll1]
Academy Profiles (focusing on wherever the fight tomorrow will likely be): [roll2]
Cryptid Research: [roll3]


It wasn't hard to find Tutors or Item Suppliers on campus, as many of the students were setting up shop so that students could purchase their school supplies (potions, TMs, and tutoring services in this case) for the start of the semester. You also did a quick tour of campus. While many of the facilities were closed, you got a closer look at the Quad, the Dorms (though not inside), and the Training Facilities. A few quick questions about dorm rush to some of the students told you that it would take place on the quad, and your battle would be far from the only one.

Your research was much less fruitful however. While the library was technically open, you were not yet an official student meaning that your access to books was extraordinarily limited. The Kirlia librarian flat out refused to let you into anything more than the atrium, where a wide variety of books was kept for public consumption to lure students to the resources of the Academy. You only found the information that you already knew in the few books that mentioned them: how rare and powerful they were and how you really shouldn't go trying to capture them because its super dangerous. One book had a mention that most people thought the storms around Stormwrack were caused by a cryptid, but it went into no more detail than that.

Your research into Kirk was more fruitful, although only slightly. You found a newspaper clipping from Wrystone with his name on the list of new trainers, with the species Charmander listed next to it. Aside from that you couldn't find any more official records by the league. You did, however, get his face from his PikaSocial account, as his badge list (Central, Serenity, Armedius), and though it didn't list his team, his profile picture was of him with a Rapidash. His mother also had a blog, which was mostly pictures of Skitty, but there was a single mention of her son 'Fire Blasting the competition away'.

In your search for a battling partner, you found a young girl, perhaps 16. Like you, she was a prospective student, a Psychic who hoped to join Telepathtron, a exceedingly small dorm exclusively of mind readers. Want to do a Pokken? she asked. I'm ok with pretty much any bet.


Iappa Berry (sorry, unlucky roll there).
400 for the gems say

[Arcran]

It wasn't hard to find Tutors or Item Suppliers on campus, as many of the students were setting up shop so that students could purchase their school supplies (potions, TMs, and tutoring services in this case) for the start of the semester. You also did a quick tour of campus. While many of the facilities were closed, you got a closer look at the Quad, the Dorms (though not inside), and the Training Facilities. A few quick questions about dorm rush to some of the students told you that it would take place on the quad, and your battle would be far from the only one.

Your research was much less fruitful however. While the library was technically open, you were not yet an official student meaning that your access to books was extraordinarily limited. The Kirlia librarian flat out refused to let you into anything more than the atrium, where a wide variety of books was kept for public consumption to lure students to the resources of the Academy. You only found the information that you already knew in the few books that mentioned them: how rare and powerful they were and how you really shouldn't go trying to capture them because its super dangerous. One book had a mention that most people thought the storms around Stormwrack were caused by a cryptid, but it went into no more detail than that.

Your research into Kirk was more fruitful, although only slightly. You found a newspaper clipping from Wrystone with his name on the list of new trainers, with the species Charmander listed next to it. Aside from that you couldn't find any more official records by the league. You did, however, get his face from his PikaSocial account, as his badge list (Central, Serenity, Armedius), and though it didn't list his team, his profile picture was of him with a Rapidash. His mother also had a blog, which was mostly pictures of Skitty, but there was a single mention of her son 'Fire Blasting the competition away'.

In your search for a battling partner, you found a young girl, perhaps 16. Like you, she was a prospective student, a Psychic who hoped to join Telepathtron, a exceedingly small dorm exclusively of mind readers. Want to do a Pokken? she asked. I'm ok with pretty much any bet.


Iappa Berry (sorry, unlucky roll there).
400 for the gems say




Marcus awoke the next morning, thinking about the draw with Lara as he goes through the exact some routine as the morning before. Reading, breakfast, training. He'd only fought the girl to a draw yesterday, but he had managed to get a real Pokken under his belt which was more experience than he could have expected to go into the next day with. The Cryptid research had mostly been a bust, but once he was a real student here that would change. At least Marcus certainly hoped so...

And so, Marcus walked into Cosmos Arena, waiting for the group orientation to begin. He wasn't honestly sure what to expect; would they just get a basic overview of the Academy and be sent on their way? Or would their be more to it? Either way, the Trainer tries to find Puck, hoping to sit with one of the few people he actually knows, eagerly waiting for his true tenure as a student to begin and nervous for his battle with Kirk.

Train my team! Brutal Training, Focused Training, and Ace Trainer. Also, everybody gets EXP!
Gelver: 21 EXP
Comiter: 21 EXP
Icon: 21 EXP
Quicksilver: 21 EXP
Pix: 21 EXP
Arista: 21 EXP
Era: 17 EXP
Nibil: 17 EXP
Pentax: 20 EXP
Sina: 19 EXP

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus awoke the next morning, thinking about the draw with Lara as he goes through the exact some routine as the morning before. Reading, breakfast, training. He'd only fought the girl to a draw yesterday, but he had managed to get a real Pokken under his belt which was more experience than he could have expected to go into the next day with. The Cryptid research had mostly been a bust, but once he was a real student here that would change. At least Marcus certainly hoped so...

And so, Marcus walked into Cosmos Arena, waiting for the group orientation to begin. He wasn't honestly sure what to expect; would they just get a basic overview of the Academy and be sent on their way? Or would their be more to it? Either way, the Trainer tries to find Puck, hoping to sit with one of the few people he actually knows, eagerly waiting for his true tenure as a student to begin and nervous for his battle with Kirk.

Train my team! Brutal Training, Focused Training, and Ace Trainer. Also, everybody gets EXP!
Gelver: 21 EXP
Comiter: 21 EXP
Icon: 21 EXP
Quicksilver: 21 EXP
Pix: 21 EXP
Arista: 21 EXP
Era: 17 EXP
Nibil: 17 EXP
Pentax: 20 EXP
Sina: 19 EXP

As you shuffled into Cosmos Arena, you were handed a small card from one of the seating hosts. It seemed there were assigned spots. Somehow, among what seemed to be the 200ish new trainers who had joined the academy. Some of them you heard speaking languages other than your own, telling you they were from overseas. Others seemed to be pushing the 25 year old threshold to study at the academy formally as a student. It was truly a mix of trainers like you had never seen before.

Somehow, you ended up sitting next to Puck. Who quickly took his portable grower off your seat and tucked it underneath his own chair. While your group only filled a small portion of the massive arena, the sheer size of it remained impressive despite the empty seats. You were seated near the floor, and a large stage was set up next to the section where you and the other trainers were sitting. The entire arena was lit with natural sunlight, as the skylight had been opened after a short morning rain had ended.

Ready? Puck whispered to you as Koon emerged from one of the passages leading from the inner chambers of the arena and advanced onto the podium to the single microphone, on an old stand, which sat at the front of the stage.

[Arcran]

As you shuffled into Cosmos Arena, you were handed a small card from one of the seating hosts. It seemed there were assigned spots. Somehow, among what seemed to be the 200ish new trainers who had joined the academy. Some of them you heard speaking languages other than your own, telling you they were from overseas. Others seemed to be pushing the 25 year old threshold to study at the academy formally as a student. It was truly a mix of trainers like you had never seen before.

Somehow, you ended up sitting next to Puck. Who quickly took his portable grower off your seat and tucked it underneath his own chair. While your group only filled a small portion of the massive arena, the sheer size of it remained impressive despite the empty seats. You were seated near the floor, and a large stage was set up next to the section where you and the other trainers were sitting. The entire arena was lit with natural sunlight, as the skylight had been opened after a short morning rain had ended.

Ready? Puck whispered to you as Koon emerged from one of the passages leading from the inner chambers of the arena and advanced onto the podium to the single microphone, on an old stand, which sat at the front of the stage.

"Only been waiting for today for the last ten years," Marcus whispers back, pulling out a journal as Koon approaches the microphone, glancing about slightly at the other students. The 25 year old students would never actually be able to graduate in time. Fortunately, Marcus had eight whole years for that little bit of work. Easy enough, right?

As he waits for Koon to speak, Marcus briefly scans the crowd for any familiar faces or more like him and Puck before returning his focus solely to Koon, intent on not missing a single word.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Only been waiting for today for the last ten years," Marcus whispers back, pulling out a journal as Koon approaches the microphone, glancing about slightly at the other students. The 25 year old students would never actually be able to graduate in time. Fortunately, Marcus had eight whole years for that little bit of work. Easy enough, right?

As he waits for Koon to speak, Marcus briefly scans the crowd for any familiar faces or more like him and Puck before returning his focus solely to Koon, intent on not missing a single word.

In the front row you noticed Kirk, and two rows behind him was Lara. Other than those two however, all of the faces were alien to you.

Koon turned the microphone on slowly, deliberately. He was dressed more formally than a few days before. Instead of an untucked shirt, he wore the official graduation robes of Armedius Academy, a deep rich purple color with stripes of gold dancing across it. He wore his hair down, and it brushed his shoulders. It was ... a different look for him. He seemed less casual and more intense in this apperance. He had ceased to be the Gym Leader and had become the Headmaster.

Welcome new students, he said, voice amplified so that it bounced around the largely empty arena. to Armedius Academy, the greatest school for trainers that this world has ever seen. You are following in the footsteps of many great trainers who have shaped this region and our world more than you could have ever imagined. Each of you have accomplishments as well, or else you would not have gotten this far. You all know the basics of battling and this world, but what you will find here is something completely different from what you have ever known.

You got to where you are today through hard work. Maybe you did some research, and maybe you thought you knew what training was like. You created obstacle courses for your Pokemon and trained alongside them. You crafted movesets to take advantage of your team's greatest strengths and sought to balance and skew your team's makeup to most effectively utilize your skills.

This was all nothing more than trial and error; the lucky wanderings of a soul who does not know what true skill is. The crowd shifted nervously at this, many looking concerned and angry at the thought that their accomplishments had been looked down on. While you are here you will be completely deconstructed as a trainer, and, as you rebuild yourself, asked to painstakingly analyze every single choice you make, technique you employ, and strategy you plan. Battling will become less a skill than a science: a meticulously crafted process to maximize your ability to effectively achieve your goals in your own unique brand of Pokemon training.

Koon paused, here, a soft smile playing across his lips. And most of you will fail. You will attempt to critically examine the very basics of being a trainer and you will find yourself wanting. You will spend too much time in your studies in an attempt to master techniques beyond you, or you will frivolously waste your time and energy with meaningless pursuits. I will be able to count the number of people who successfully complete this process and graduate from the Academy on a single hand.

The rest of you are nothing but stepping stones for these few.

You will improve your abilities to be sure, but in the end your presence is merely to push and shape those around you destined for greatness. Pray that you are one of the few, because if you are, you will have the opportunity to do more than anything you ever dreamed of. And with that, I would like to welcome to the stage the nine other professors who, in addition to myself, will be teaching you this trimester.

An extremely tepid applause broke out as Koon abruptly ended his speech and nine individuals walked onto the stage. Of note were Guard, a grizzled old man with quite the large moustache, Crystal, who was pushing 35 and continued to wear her signature ponytails and specialty capture boots, and Lt. Surge, a monster of a man who wore several tasers and was decked out in full Kanto uniform.

Well that was interesting Puck commented as he clapped alongside the rest of the group.

[Arcran]

In the front row you noticed Kirk, and two rows behind him was Lara. Other than those two however, all of the faces were alien to you.

Koon turned the microphone on slowly, deliberately. He was dressed more formally than a few days before. Instead of an untucked shirt, he wore the official graduation robes of Armedius Academy, a deep rich purple color with stripes of gold dancing across it. He wore his hair down, and it brushed his shoulders. It was ... a different look for him. He seemed less casual and more intense in this apperance. He had ceased to be the Gym Leader and had become the Headmaster.

Welcome new students, he said, voice amplified so that it bounced around the largely empty arena. to Armedius Academy, the greatest school for trainers that this world has ever seen. You are following in the footsteps of many great trainers who have shaped this region and our world more than you could have ever imagined. Each of you have accomplishments as well, or else you would not have gotten this far. You all know the basics of battling and this world, but what you will find here is something completely different from what you have ever known.

You got to where you are today through hard work. Maybe you did some research, and maybe you thought you knew what training was like. You created obstacle courses for your Pokemon and trained alongside them. You crafted movesets to take advantage of your team's greatest strengths and sought to balance and skew your team's makeup to most effectively utilize your skills.

This was all nothing more than trial and error; the lucky wanderings of a soul who does not know what true skill is. The crowd shifted nervously at this, many looking concerned and angry at the thought that their accomplishments had been looked down on. While you are here you will be completely deconstructed as a trainer, and, as you rebuild yourself, asked to painstakingly analyze every single choice you make, technique you employ, and strategy you plan. Battling will become less a skill than a science: a meticulously crafted process to maximize your ability to effectively achieve your goals in your own unique brand of Pokemon training.

Koon paused, here, a soft smile playing across his lips. And most of you will fail. You will attempt to critically examine the very basics of being a trainer and you will find yourself wanting. You will spend too much time in your studies in an attempt to master techniques beyond you, or you will frivolously waste your time and energy with meaningless pursuits. I will be able to count the number of people who successfully complete this process and graduate from the Academy on a single hand.

The rest of you are nothing but stepping stones for these few.

You will improve your abilities to be sure, but in the end your presence is merely to push and shape those around you destined for greatness. Pray that you are one of the few, because if you are, you will have the opportunity to do more than anything you ever dreamed of. And with that, I would like to welcome to the stage the nine other professors who, in addition to myself, will be teaching you this trimester.

An extremely tepid applause broke out as Koon abruptly ended his speech and nine individuals walked onto the stage. Of note were Guard, a grizzled old man with quite the large moustache, Crystal, who was pushing 35 and continued to wear her signature ponytails and specialty capture boots, and Lt. Surge, a monster of a man who wore several tasers and was decked out in full Kanto uniform.

Well that was interesting Puck commented as he clapped alongside the rest of the group.

Marcus looks at the stage in shock at the end of the speech, momentarily forgetting to clap. Here he was, after literally years of work, finally having accomplished his life's goal, only to have Koon tell him that it literally meant nothing. His studying, his training, his careful planning. He was saying that, out of this giant group, less than five would actually graduate? How was that even possible.

As Marcus thinks, his face grows flat. Was this Koon simply trying to intimidate them, or a warning? The headmaster seemed to believe that the greatest error made by those that would be Academy graduates was hubris; attempting to focus on rote tricks and powerful techniques rather than perfecting the basics. Fortunately, analysis was a strong suit of Marcus', and if anybody in this Arcues-damned room was going to be able to look at what they do with a critical eye and improve, it was him. Either way, one of Koon's fingers was spoken for, leaving the question of who Marcus' four competing Trainers will be.

"Well," Marcus says simply, voice lacking any humor as he begins to clap, "we'll just have to be the ones using the stepping stones then, right?"

[Prehysterical]

It doesn't disappear on its own, but it isn't that hard to blast it away. It isn't the toughest stuff around. Senga replied as the two of you crept forwards. Of course, if they don't know that there's even anyone on the other side of the door, then they'd have no reason to try and open it, meaning the slime likely won't be detected.

Going to need stealth checks if you want to do it without them realizing you're outside their room.

DC is -

"Oh, all right...," Angus grumbles. He creeps forward... as much as one can when wearing armor.
Angus: [roll1d6+1
Spending an Action Point to augment the roll.
Lamorak: [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus looks at the stage in shock at the end of the speech, momentarily forgetting to clap. Here he was, after literally years of work, finally having accomplished his life's goal, only to have Koon tell him that it literally meant nothing. His studying, his training, his careful planning. He was saying that, out of this giant group, less than five would actually graduate? How was that even possible.

As Marcus thinks, his face grows flat. Was this Koon simply trying to intimidate them, or a warning? The headmaster seemed to believe that the greatest error made by those that would be Academy graduates was hubris; attempting to focus on rote tricks and powerful techniques rather than perfecting the basics. Fortunately, analysis was a strong suit of Marcus', and if anybody in this Arcues-damned room was going to be able to look at what they do with a critical eye and improve, it was him. Either way, one of Koon's fingers was spoken for, leaving the question of who Marcus' four competing Trainers will be.

"Well," Marcus says simply, voice lacking any humor as he begins to clap, "we'll just have to be the ones using the stepping stones then, right?"

Puck quickly agreed as each of the professors introduced themselves, but even the cheerful Puck seemed a bit taken aback by the statements. As the professors filed out, the Dean of Students was introduced, a bald woman named Naomi. She gave a more standard welcome speech, focusing on the importance of building community while spending time with your studies in a more upbeat talk than Koon had given. She also gave a quick overview of how courses were handled, graduation requirements for those parties pursuing a degree, and living situations. She even described the travel policy, which was basically that, so long as it didn't conflict with your coursework, you could leave whenever you wanted.

After that you met some current students, mostly Ranks 4 or 5, who gave you a tour of the campus. You'd seen most of it already, but they did give you a more in depth look at some of the training facilities and walked you through the process of reserving training grounds. Then it was a meal in the cafeteria after your trainer cards were upgraded to also serve as Armedius ID cards as well.

Finally, they took you to the library, where you were finally allowed into the library proper by the strict Gardevoir Chief Librarian. Your guide noted that you could check out books for a full semester, but that otehr students may seek you out to challenge for the book if they need it for their research as well. Of course, most of the most highly specialized books are either checked out by professors or located in Alcoves. In order to gain access to specific Alcoves you'll need specific permissions from the supervising professor. Usually if you need access to an alcove for a class your professor will grant you access for that trimester.

After that you nabbed a quick dinner and headed out to the quad, where about a hundred tables were set up. On a small stage stood seven individuals, each wearing the characteristic badge noting them as a member of the Armedius Seven, the most influential and powerful students on campus. Devyn was there, as was Terry, as were the five other trainers.

A boy with a mohawk stepped forwards, introducing himself as Apu, the 3rd Seat of the Armedius Seven. It is time for you all to select a dorm with which to associate during your time here. In many ways a Dorm is like your family. You will study together, eat together, train together. You will fight each other's battles and have each other's backs. When you gain notoriety, so will your dorm. If you fail miserably, that failure will reflect on the place you choose to call home.

Spread around the quad are the 122 Dorms at Armedius Academy, with another table for those not wishing to affiliate with any dorm and will live in Rolvaag Hall like myself. By the end of the night, each of you are required to have your name on one of these lists. Any dorm can accept or reject you at their whim, and all are limited by the physical space which they occupy. Do your best to find the best fit for yourself, because it will define your time here. You can find a map here - a map appeared, projected onto a screen held aloft by several Driftblm. Good luck to you all. Apu switched off the microphone, and the Armedius Seven dispersed to the various tables with which they were affiliated.

Among the trainers, there were two main types. About half of the students immediately headed for specific tables, having already done their research on which dorm they wanted to rush. The other half wandered somewhat aimlessly, unsure of which way to turn. Puck, who had been with you the whole day, waved and quickly headed off to the Green Seeds Dorm, where the Dorm Head greeted him with familiar ease and quickly jotted his name in the official ledger.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Oh, all right...," Angus grumbles. He creeps forward... as much as one can when wearing armor.
Angus: [roll1d6+1[/roll]
Spending an Action Point to augment the roll.
Lamorak: [roll0]

You were rather unsuccessful, and the man inside the room heard the loud clanking of your armor. Fortunately, between Senga's gunk-spewing Dragon and a few quick dashes, you managed to make it out of the funeral home without too much more trouble. The two of you dashed across the road and hid in the shadows of an alleyway just as a skylight opened and a black-robed figure riding a Charizard burst from the building and began to fly in lazy circles around the building, searching for something ... searching for you.

That was close, Senga whispered. I've got a hostel room about ten minute's walk away, or we could camp outside town. Which do you think would be safer?

[Arcran]

Puck quickly agreed as each of the professors introduced themselves, but even the cheerful Puck seemed a bit taken aback by the statements. As the professors filed out, the Dean of Students was introduced, a bald woman named Naomi. She gave a more standard welcome speech, focusing on the importance of building community while spending time with your studies in a more upbeat talk than Koon had given. She also gave a quick overview of how courses were handled, graduation requirements for those parties pursuing a degree, and living situations. She even described the travel policy, which was basically that, so long as it didn't conflict with your coursework, you could leave whenever you wanted.

After that you met some current students, mostly Ranks 4 or 5, who gave you a tour of the campus. You'd seen most of it already, but they did give you a more in depth look at some of the training facilities and walked you through the process of reserving training grounds. Then it was a meal in the cafeteria after your trainer cards were upgraded to also serve as Armedius ID cards as well.

Finally, they took you to the library, where you were finally allowed into the library proper by the strict Gardevoir Chief Librarian. Your guide noted that you could check out books for a full semester, but that otehr students may seek you out to challenge for the book if they need it for their research as well. Of course, most of the most highly specialized books are either checked out by professors or located in Alcoves. In order to gain access to specific Alcoves you'll need specific permissions from the supervising professor. Usually if you need access to an alcove for a class your professor will grant you access for that trimester.

After that you nabbed a quick dinner and headed out to the quad, where about a hundred tables were set up. On a small stage stood seven individuals, each wearing the characteristic badge noting them as a member of the Armedius Seven, the most influential and powerful students on campus. Devyn was there, as was Terry, as were the five other trainers.

A boy with a mohawk stepped forwards, introducing himself as Apu, the 3rd Seat of the Armedius Seven. It is time for you all to select a dorm with which to associate during your time here. In many ways a Dorm is like your family. You will study together, eat together, train together. You will fight each other's battles and have each other's backs. When you gain notoriety, so will your dorm. If you fail miserably, that failure will reflect on the place you choose to call home.

Spread around the quad are the 122 Dorms at Armedius Academy, with another table for those not wishing to affiliate with any dorm and will live in Rolvaag Hall like myself. By the end of the night, each of you are required to have your name on one of these lists. Any dorm can accept or reject you at their whim, and all are limited by the physical space which they occupy. Do your best to find the best fit for yourself, because it will define your time here. You can find a map here - a map appeared, projected onto a screen held aloft by several Driftblm. Good luck to you all. Apu switched off the microphone, and the Armedius Seven dispersed to the various tables with which they were affiliated.

Among the trainers, there were two main types. About half of the students immediately headed for specific tables, having already done their research on which dorm they wanted to rush. The other half wandered somewhat aimlessly, unsure of which way to turn. Puck, who had been with you the whole day, waved and quickly headed off to the Green Seeds Dorm, where the Dorm Head greeted him with familiar ease and quickly jotted his name in the official ledger.

Marcus jots down notes throughout the day as he goes from place to place, trying to get anything that he might have missed earlier. As always, preparation was important. Still, he can't help but feel like he wasted some time yesterday looking around since he was given a better tour right now anyways. Still, there was useful information. He could leave whenever he wanted, meaning he could hypothetically catch Dorothy's next fight which was a relief, even if being in proximity to the powerful Trainer could be dangerous.

When they finally reach the most interesting part of the day, Marcus allows himself a small grin as he waved goodbye to Puck, idly brushing his fingers over his trio that would beat Kirk's team senseless. While some others were dashing about to get to their dorms, Marcus takes his time, almost strolling over towards the Shooting Stars table. After all, there were only two of them, right? What was the rush?

Who/where all can I get Profiles on throughout the day?

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus jots down notes throughout the day as he goes from place to place, trying to get anything that he might have missed earlier. As always, preparation was important. Still, he can't help but feel like he wasted some time yesterday looking around since he was given a better tour right now anyways. Still, there was useful information. He could leave whenever he wanted, meaning he could hypothetically catch Dorothy's next fight which was a relief, even if being in proximity to the powerful Trainer could be dangerous.

When they finally reach the most interesting part of the day, Marcus allows himself a small grin as he waved goodbye to Puck, idly brushing his fingers over his trio that would beat Kirk's team senseless. While some others were dashing about to get to their dorms, Marcus takes his time, almost strolling over towards the Shooting Stars table. After all, there were only two of them, right? What was the rush?

Who/where all can I get Profiles on throughout the day?

Assume that you have Travel on the vast majority of places on campus. Really the only exceptions include individual dorms, the Headmaster's mansion, Student Council Building, and the Tower of Alvis.

As for Profile, important ones would be Dewey (male Gardevoir in charge of the Library), the Professors, and the Dean of Students. You can also get Apu, seat 3 of the Armedius 7. I suppose you could get the others as well, but as of right now you don't really know much about them and I don't want to think of all of their names quite yet.


The table for the Shooting Star dorm was small, smaller than all the others, and it only had three people sitting behind it, whereas most had five or six. One was Devyn, who was sitting next to a girl who looked extraordinarily like him, although she was much, much more animated in her movements than him. The third was a boy who looked to be in his mid20s with a muscular build, his feet propped on the table. Kirk was there as well, standing awkwardly as the three members were having a conversation.

- checked only last week and nobody else aside from that Puck kid was qualified, and he's over at Green Seeds. Why don't you just let him in arleady. The man asked.

Because Dev said we needed to wait Rosso the girl said. Just because he isn't as loud as I am doesn't mean you should ignore him. I know you're about to graduate and everything, but try to be a little less biased about your brother getting into your dorm.

Well actually, there was one - Devyn tried to interject, though he was quickly interrupted by Rosso.

- Look Jun, its not a matter of bias. He's quite literally the only one, Rosso drawled, looking incredibly bored.

Jun flipped her hair and turned to look at him, a sassy look on her face. So what? If he is then he'll become a member like ten minutes later than he would otherwise. Not the end of the world. He should count himself lucky for not having to beat ten different opponents to get in like the rest of us.

Um Rosso Devyn finally managed to break into the conversation, although he still seemed smaller than anyone else there. There actually was one who took the test a few days ago, and he's actually right here. He pointed meekly at you, and Jun and Rosso's eyes quickly focused on you. Jun was smiling. Rosso was not. Kirk looked astonished; it seemed he was expecting to not have any competition.

However, Rosso didn't ask for any more confirmation than Devyn's words, and he addressed you calmly. What's your name kid? And what's your Rank? This is my brother Kirk he jerked his head at the boy whose name you already knew. And he's your competition today.

You know I can introduce myself right Rosso? Kirk said, a disgruntled look on his face. You couldn't tell if it was because now he had to fight for the spot or because of his brother speaking for him though. Rosso ignored him, waiting for your reply.

[Arcran]

Assume that you have Travel on the vast majority of places on campus. Really the only exceptions include individual dorms, the Headmaster's mansion, Student Council Building, and the Tower of Alvis.

As for Profile, important ones would be Dewey (male Gardevoir in charge of the Library), the Professors, and the Dean of Students. You can also get Apu, seat 3 of the Armedius 7. I suppose you could get the others as well, but as of right now you don't really know much about them and I don't want to think of all of their names quite yet.


The table for the Shooting Star dorm was small, smaller than all the others, and it only had three people sitting behind it, whereas most had five or six. One was Devyn, who was sitting next to a girl who looked extraordinarily like him, although she was much, much more animated in her movements than him. The third was a boy who looked to be in his mid20s with a muscular build, his feet propped on the table. Kirk was there as well, standing awkwardly as the three members were having a conversation.

- checked only last week and nobody else aside from that Puck kid was qualified, and he's over at Green Seeds. Why don't you just let him in arleady. The man asked.

Because Dev said we needed to wait Rosso the girl said. Just because he isn't as loud as I am doesn't mean you should ignore him. I know you're about to graduate and everything, but try to be a little less biased about your brother getting into your dorm.

Well actually, there was one - Devyn tried to interject, though he was quickly interrupted by Rosso.

- Look Jun, its not a matter of bias. He's quite literally the only one, Rosso drawled, looking incredibly bored.

Jun flipped her hair and turned to look at him, a sassy look on her face. So what? If he is then he'll become a member like ten minutes later than he would otherwise. Not the end of the world. He should count himself lucky for not having to beat ten different opponents to get in like the rest of us.

Um Rosso Devyn finally managed to break into the conversation, although he still seemed smaller than anyone else there. There actually was one who took the test a few days ago, and he's actually right here. He pointed meekly at you, and Jun and Rosso's eyes quickly focused on you. Jun was smiling. Rosso was not. Kirk looked astonished; it seemed he was expecting to not have any competition.

However, Rosso didn't ask for any more confirmation than Devyn's words, and he addressed you calmly. What's your name kid? And what's your Rank? This is my brother Kirk he jerked his head at the boy whose name you already knew. And he's your competition today.

You know I can introduce myself right Rosso? Kirk said, a disgruntled look on his face. You couldn't tell if it was because now he had to fight for the spot or because of his brother speaking for him though. Rosso ignored him, waiting for your reply.

"Hey Devyn," Marcus says with an awkward wave as he sees the only Shooting Star he knows, before going quite as Rosso and Jun argue, rocking from heel to toe as he waits, a grin slowly growing across his face. If Kirk hadn't expected him, well, that made things considerably easier. After all, if only one of them was prepared...

"Marcus, Rank 3," the Trainer states, pointedly offering a hand to Rosso even as he shoots a quick glance at Jun, his grin remaining. "Nice to meet you," he adds, before turning to Kirk. The Fire Type Trainer had no idea he was coming and, unless it was his ego getting to him, Marcus would say that the boy was a little scared. This was going perfect.

"So, uh, how do we do this? Just go to the training areas, quick Pokken, winner is in?"

[CosmicOccurence]

"Hey Devyn," Marcus says with an awkward wave as he sees the only Shooting Star he knows, before going quite as Rosso and Jun argue, rocking from heel to toe as he waits, a grin slowly growing across his face. If Kirk hadn't expected him, well, that made things considerably easier. After all, if only one of them was prepared...

"Marcus, Rank 3," the Trainer states, pointedly offering a hand to Rosso even as he shoots a quick glance at Jun, his grin remaining. "Nice to meet you," he adds, before turning to Kirk. The Fire Type Trainer had no idea he was coming and, unless it was his ego getting to him, Marcus would say that the boy was a little scared. This was going perfect.

"So, uh, how do we do this? Just go to the training areas, quick Pokken, winner is in?"

Usually we just do it wherever we happen to be at; no use standing on formality or anything Jun said. Training areas are usually for people to work on stuff independently without people spying on them.

Besides, there should be a couple other battles starting up about now. Rosso added, and a quick look around told you that there were two battles underway already, although they were being held fairly quietly. We ready to start this thing then Devyn, or are there any other surprise candidates you've been hiding from us?

Devyn blanched. No ... I umm checked with Koon this morning. Marcus is the only ... there isn't anyone else ... and since they're both Rank 3 we don't need to ... I mean -

- Wonderful, thanks for that succinct answer brother. Assertive as always I see. While her voice was dripping with sarcasm, she was smiling broadly, and Devyn didn't seem to mind her interjections. Jun turned to the two of you, her smile growing wider. Plus it looks like we've got a bit of an audience for this. 'Course we always have an audience, what with Dev being the first seat and us only taking one person per trimester and everything. It means the school is watching the two of you! Try not to mess up! Obviously she was taking enjoyment for this whole scene.

When you turned, you saw a small collection of students, none of them new, standing near the sidelines watching, having formed a small circle around the group. One of them was Terry, who was standing next to a small girl who didn't look a day over 15 with wildly frizzy hair, the sight of whom got your sense tingling again in a familiar way.

Kirk walked forwards to the middle of the circle of watchers and pulled out three Pokeballs. You know the Pokken rules right? he asked you.

[Arcran]

Usually we just do it wherever we happen to be at; no use standing on formality or anything Jun said. Training areas are usually for people to work on stuff independently without people spying on them.

Besides, there should be a couple other battles starting up about now. Rosso added, and a quick look around told you that there were two battles underway already, although they were being held fairly quietly. We ready to start this thing then Devyn, or are there any other surprise candidates you've been hiding from us?

Devyn blanched. No ... I umm checked with Koon this morning. Marcus is the only ... there isn't anyone else ... and since they're both Rank 3 we don't need to ... I mean -

- Wonderful, thanks for that succinct answer brother. Assertive as always I see. While her voice was dripping with sarcasm, she was smiling broadly, and Devyn didn't seem to mind her interjections. Jun turned to the two of you, her smile growing wider. Plus it looks like we've got a bit of an audience for this. 'Course we always have an audience, what with Dev being the first seat and us only taking one person per trimester and everything. It means the school is watching the two of you! Try not to mess up! Obviously she was taking enjoyment for this whole scene.

When you turned, you saw a small collection of students, none of them new, standing near the sidelines watching, having formed a small circle around the group. One of them was Terry, who was standing next to a small girl who didn't look a day over 15 with wildly frizzy hair, the sight of whom got your sense tingling again in a familiar way.

Kirk walked forwards to the middle of the circle of watchers and pulled out three Pokeballs. You know the Pokken rules right? he asked you.

Marcus looks at the gathering crowd, trying to not allow any nervousness to creep into his demeanor as the crowd gathered. Marcus locks eyes with the girl for a brief moment, focusing his senses to try to make our her Sign, wishing that he could have Puck go to her. If he was right and Terry was dangerous...

But that had to wait. Right now, Marcus has a Trainer to beat, and a dorm to join.

"Of course," Marcus states, calmly pulling Pix's Pokeball from his belt and bouncing it lightly in his right hand as he also grabs Gelver and Comiter's Pokeballs. "How do we wanna do this? Just on three?" he asks lightly, already running through contingencies in his mind. Fortunately, Fire Types were rather predictable...

Chronicler on Ms. Frizzle.

AP: 6/7
Studies in Scarlet: 1/2

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus looks at the gathering crowd, trying to not allow any nervousness to creep into his demeanor as the crowd gathered. Marcus locks eyes with the girl for a brief moment, focusing his senses to try to make our her Sign, wishing that he could have Puck go to her. If he was right and Terry was dangerous...

But that had to wait. Right now, Marcus has a Trainer to beat, and a dorm to join.

"Of course," Marcus states, calmly pulling Pix's Pokeball from his belt and bouncing it lightly in his right hand as he also grabs Gelver and Comiter's Pokeballs. "How do we wanna do this? Just on three?" he asks lightly, already running through contingencies in his mind. Fortunately, Fire Types were rather predictable...

Chronicler on Ms. Frizzle.

AP: 6/7
Studies in Scarlet: 1/2

Just like any other battle, right? Regardless, I'll be starting with Monty. Kirk asked as he tossed a ball up into the air, its red beam materializing a Pokemon.

As you turned on your Symbolsight, no noticed that the girl didn't have one of Arceus's symbols above her head, but rather her whole body seemed to be suspended in a massive cylindrical vessel filled with greenish liquid. Tubes extended out of the top into the air, and wires snaked out across the ground, ending without entering a plug. Her eyes glowed green.


Enemy Mon Initiative 20; If you send out a mon that's quicker, you'll learn its initiative before you attack.

[Arcran]

Just like any other battle, right? Regardless, I'll be starting with Monty. Kirk asked as he tossed a ball up into the air, its red beam materializing a Pokemon.

As you turned on your Symbolsight, no noticed that the girl didn't have one of Arceus's symbols above her head, but rather her whole body seemed to be suspended in a massive cylindrical vessel filled with greenish liquid. Tubes extended out of the top into the air, and wires snaked out across the ground, ending without entering a plug. Her eyes glowed green.


Enemy Mon Initiative 20; If you send out a mon that's quicker, you'll learn its initiative before you attack.


The girl covered in tubes was of interest but, for now, Marcus can't worry about it. He and Puck could investigate later.

"Then I'll be using Pix! Let's go!" Marcus cries, throwing out his Surskit. "Alright Pix, just like we practiced! Bubblebeam!" Marcus cries, watching as Pix launches a web forward, pulling herself forward and using the momentum to throw herself into a tight spin, bubbles swarming around her body before they erupt towards the Ponyta, the Water Gem exploding in a flash of light.


AP: 5/7
Studies in Scarlet: 0/2

Pix: 81/81 HP, Focused, Brutal, +1 Sp. Attack

Marcus uses Chronicler on the Ponyta!
Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Pix!
Marcus uses 1 AP to boost Pix's AC roll!

Pix activates Maelstrom Pulse!
Pix activates her Water Gem!
Pix shifts Adjacent to the Ponyta!
Pix uses Bubblebeam!
AC 2: [roll0], Critical 18+, -1 Speed CS 16+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]
Keen Eye should apply here.

[CosmicOccurence]

The girl covered in tubes was of interest but, for now, Marcus can't worry about it. He and Puck could investigate later.

"Then I'll be using Pix! Let's go!" Marcus cries, throwing out his Surskit. "Alright Pix, just like we practiced! Bubblebeam!" Marcus cries, watching as Pix launches a web forward, pulling herself forward and using the momentum to throw herself into a tight spin, bubbles swarming around her body before they erupt towards the Ponyta, the Water Gem exploding in a flash of light.


AP: 5/7
Studies in Scarlet: 0/2

Pix: 81/81 HP, Focused, Brutal, +1 Sp. Attack

Marcus uses Chronicler on the Ponyta!
Marcus uses Focused and Brutal Training on Pix!
Marcus uses 1 AP to boost Pix's AC roll!

Pix activates Maelstrom Pulse!
Pix activates her Water Gem!
Pix shifts Adjacent to the Ponyta!
Pix uses Bubblebeam!
AC 2: [roll0], Critical 18+, -1 Speed CS 16+
Damage: [roll1]
Critical: [roll2]
Keen Eye should apply here.

The preemptive strike worked: Pix's onslaught of bullet-like-bubbles found their mark and completely coated its fiery mane and tail, putting out the fires. Thrown backwards and to the ground with the force of the blow, it tried to stand up once, but then fell weakly back to the ground.

The crowd was silent for a second; even Kirk didn't seem to really process what had happened. Finally Jun, who seemed to have taken on some sort of adjudicatory role, commented, Well that was quick. And as if on cue, the crowd began to murmur to each other. Rosso was laughing loudly, which snapped Kirk out of his phase, and he returned his Ponyta, placing the ball back on his belt.

Well I suppose its your victory by anyone's standards, he said, clearly unhappy with his loss.

25 exp for Pix and 1Txp

[Arcran]

The preemptive strike worked: Pix's onslaught of bullet-like-bubbles found their mark and completely coated its fiery mane and tail, putting out the fires. Thrown backwards and to the ground with the force of the blow, it tried to stand up once, but then fell weakly back to the ground.

The crowd was silent for a second; even Kirk didn't seem to really process what had happened. Finally Jun, who seemed to have taken on some sort of adjudicatory role, commented, Well that was quick. And as if on cue, the crowd began to murmur to each other. Rosso was laughing loudly, which snapped Kirk out of his phase, and he returned his Ponyta, placing the ball back on his belt.

Well I suppose its your victory by anyone's standards, he said, clearly unhappy with his loss.

25 exp for Pix and 1Txp

Marcus quickly conceals his smirk as the battle ends, returning Pix in one smooth action. He'd say he was surprised, but he'd planned every part of that battle. Easy enough.

"Well done girl," Marcus says, walking over to Kirk and offering a hand with a forced apologetic grimace. "Sorry about that. Want me to walk you and Monty to the Pokemon Center?" Marcus asks, hoping it would somewhat make amends. After all, he already probably had hidden enemies present; he couldn't exactly afford to have the visible variety as well.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus quickly conceals his smirk as the battle ends, returning Pix in one smooth action. He'd say he was surprised, but he'd planned every part of that battle. Easy enough.

"Well done girl," Marcus says, walking over to Kirk and offering a hand with a forced apologetic grimace. "Sorry about that. Want me to walk you and Monty to the Pokemon Center?" Marcus asks, hoping it would somewhat make amends. After all, he already probably had hidden enemies present; he couldn't exactly afford to have the visible variety as well.

No, Kirk said. I've got to go find myself a dorm now, and he'll be fine so long as he stays in his Pokeball. He turned and began to walk back into the crowd. However, he was quickly stopped by Terry, who handed him a card and pointed him over to a what seemed to be an increasingly popular table across the quad where several different battles were all happening at once.

Jun walked up to you a, her smile still firmly in place. Water Gem huh? she asked. Seems like you're somebody who does a lot of preparation for their opponent. That's good: it's how you survive here. Now come on, its time to get you formally registered.

She took you over to the table, where Rosso handed you a pen. He didn't seem to have any grudge that you beat his brother at least. Before you could sign your name however, Terry had advanced to the table. I'd like to challenge for the right to block the Shooting Star Dorm from accepting this candidate. I met him when he was a starting trainer and am interested in hosting him in Elba. she said confidently.

Rosso rolled his eyes, but when Devyn didn't immediately speak up, he broke into her. You're a top notch bitch, you know that right Terry? If keeping this guy from us was so important you could have done it before the Pokkne happened. Why not just be honest and challenge that we don't accept candidates at all this trimester?

Terry glared at him. To be quite honest Rosso, someone who's about to graduate and never managed to get into the Council isn't worth my time. I'm talking to Devyn.

Devyn scratched his head and grimaced at Terry's glare. I'd rather not to be honest, he said, lamely trying to raise his voice to be authoritative. Marcus seems like a competent trainer, especially considering that victory. It'd be a shame to lose such a good candidate to a dorm that almost has a majority in the Council. So I'm afraid that, for now, I'll have to decline. Hopefully we can work this out some other way though Terry.

Well then how about I offer you something that you can't refuse, Terry said, voice sickly sweet. I'll offer up my spot in the Mega-Evolution masterclass in exchange.

Done Devyn said without hesitation, his eyes lighting up in a way that you hadn't seen before in the small man. Suddenly more assertive, he pulled out three Pokemon from his belt. Take the book Rosso, and the muscular man did just that, removing the book from the table to stop you from signing. He gave you an apologetic shrug, but was still laughing in his eyes.

The previous whispers of the crowd spread like wildfire, and many people vacated their tables completely to watch the match. Apparently two of the Council having a Pokken was something that wasn't seen every day. Both Terry and Devyn walked to the middle of the circle, palming the balls they would use carefully.

Jun, who was still standing next to you, leaned over and spoke softly into your ear. Don't worry, brother won't lose. Terry hasn't fought him before and is getting overconfident because of her recent promotion as Fourth Seat on the council. Besides, it'll be good for you to see Devyn battle. He's kind of a pushover usually, but when he pulls out his Pokeballs he turns into a monster.

[Arcran]

No, Kirk said. I've got to go find myself a dorm now, and he'll be fine so long as he stays in his Pokeball. He turned and began to walk back into the crowd. However, he was quickly stopped by Terry, who handed him a card and pointed him over to a what seemed to be an increasingly popular table across the quad where several different battles were all happening at once.

Jun walked up to you a, her smile still firmly in place. Water Gem huh? she asked. Seems like you're somebody who does a lot of preparation for their opponent. That's good: it's how you survive here. Now come on, its time to get you formally registered.

She took you over to the table, where Rosso handed you a pen. He didn't seem to have any grudge that you beat his brother at least. Before you could sign your name however, Terry had advanced to the table. I'd like to challenge for the right to block the Shooting Star Dorm from accepting this candidate. I met him when he was a starting trainer and am interested in hosting him in Elba. she said confidently.

Rosso rolled his eyes, but when Devyn didn't immediately speak up, he broke into her. You're a top notch bitch, you know that right Terry? If keeping this guy from us was so important you could have done it before the Pokkne happened. Why not just be honest and challenge that we don't accept candidates at all this trimester?

Terry glared at him. To be quite honest Rosso, someone who's about to graduate and never managed to get into the Council isn't worth my time. I'm talking to Devyn.

Devyn scratched his head and grimaced at Terry's glare. I'd rather not to be honest, he said, lamely trying to raise his voice to be authoritative. Marcus seems like a competent trainer, especially considering that victory. It'd be a shame to lose such a good candidate to a dorm that almost has a majority in the Council. So I'm afraid that, for now, I'll have to decline. Hopefully we can work this out some other way though Terry.

Well then how about I offer you something that you can't refuse, Terry said, voice sickly sweet. I'll offer up my spot in the Mega-Evolution masterclass in exchange.

Done Devyn said without hesitation, his eyes lighting up in a way that you hadn't seen before in the small man. Suddenly more assertive, he pulled out three Pokemon from his belt. Take the book Rosso, and the muscular man did just that, removing the book from the table to stop you from signing. He gave you an apologetic shrug, but was still laughing in his eyes.

The previous whispers of the crowd spread like wildfire, and many people vacated their tables completely to watch the match. Apparently two of the Council having a Pokken was something that wasn't seen every day. Both Terry and Devyn walked to the middle of the circle, palming the balls they would use carefully.

Jun, who was still standing next to you, leaned over and spoke softly into your ear. Don't worry, brother won't lose. Terry hasn't fought him before and is getting overconfident because of her recent promotion as Fourth Seat on the council. Besides, it'll be good for you to see Devyn battle. He's kind of a pushover usually, but when he pulls out his Pokeballs he turns into a monster.

"Don't suppose I have any option in where I go, do I?" Marcus mutters in an annoyed tone, more than a little surprised that Terry actually remembered meeting him. Still, it didn't do much to change his opinion about the Normal Ace, although the way that the Shooting Stars instantly came together was promising. Even though Rosso and Devyn didn't seem like the best of friends and Rosso likely wasn't overly fond of him at the moment the two had still instantly come together when Terry threatened their dorm.

Of course, Jun's comment didn't exactly hurt Marcus' ego either. A brief smile is all that he's able to muster before everything else occurs, but Marcus got the feeling he'd fit in here.

Even with everything going on, Marcus still manages to yank out a journal as Devyn accepts the challenge, a pen almost materializing in his hands. When Devyn hadn't been able to do anything about the Fletchinder yesterday, he'd been intrigued. Now, with him going up against Terry? Well, it was going to be entertaining either way.

[Prehysterical]

You were rather unsuccessful, and the man inside the room heard the loud clanking of your armor. Fortunately, between Senga's gunk-spewing Dragon and a few quick dashes, you managed to make it out of the funeral home without too much more trouble. The two of you dashed across the road and hid in the shadows of an alleyway just as a skylight opened and a black-robed figure riding a Charizard burst from the building and began to fly in lazy circles around the building, searching for something ... searching for you.

That was close, Senga whispered. I've got a hostel room about ten minute's walk away, or we could camp outside town. Which do you think would be safer?
Angus whispers back, "We can't stay in town. They'll be expecting that. Better to go into the wilderness, where they at least have to spread out to cover more ground. I've got camping supplies. We should be able to lie low for at least a while." Angus pulls out one of his Worldseeds and looks at it mournfully. "My team is badly hurt, but we can't go to the Pokemon Center here. Do you know of any churches of Mew around here?"

[CosmicOccurence]

"Don't suppose I have any option in where I go, do I?" Marcus mutters in an annoyed tone, more than a little surprised that Terry actually remembered meeting him. Still, it didn't do much to change his opinion about the Normal Ace, although the way that the Shooting Stars instantly came together was promising. Even though Rosso and Devyn didn't seem like the best of friends and Rosso likely wasn't overly fond of him at the moment the two had still instantly come together when Terry threatened their dorm.

Of course, Jun's comment didn't exactly hurt Marcus' ego either. A brief smile is all that he's able to muster before everything else occurs, but Marcus got the feeling he'd fit in here.

Even with everything going on, Marcus still manages to yank out a journal as Devyn accepts the challenge, a pen almost materializing in his hands. When Devyn hadn't been able to do anything about the Fletchinder yesterday, he'd been intrigued. Now, with him going up against Terry? Well, it was going to be entertaining either way.

Not really, no Jun replied happily.

As Terry and Devyn both threw their Pokeballs into the air, Devyn began to speak. Since you became a member of the Council, you've opened with your Chatot 83% of the time, likely to snipe Fighting Pokemon. Sure enough, the red shape from the Pokeball was materializing into a bird-like Pokemon in midair while Devyn's Pokeball released a massive red Aggron several feet above the Chatot in the air.

As the massive steel Bulwark began to fall to the ground, Terry shouted: Singer, Heat Wave! The dove to the ground to retreat from the falling Pokemon as it sent a wave of superheated air up that turned the shining silver Aggron into a superheated hunk of metal.

It's unfortunate for you that Chatot weighs next to nothing he said as the Aggron rocketed toward the ground. Goliath, Heavy Slam.

The Aggron roared in delight and curled into a ball as it crashed into the ground like a meteor falling from the sky. As the dust cleared from the impact, Devyn returned Goliath to his Pokeball. There was the hole in the ground about the size of a small car. At the bottom lay the Chatot, crushed form impact and clearly out for the count for at least a week. Terry looked stunned. Devyn looked pleased with himself. Jun looked pleased with Devyn.

Told you so she said as Devyn walked up to Terry, likely getting her course registration information. Brother's battle style focuses on using weight to defeat his opponents, and he's collected some of the heaviest Pokemon in the region as part of his team. Using a Chatot against him was basically giving up before she even started.

You looked up to see Devyn walking back to you, with Rosso by his side. Terry was storming off back to the Elba table. The bulky Rosso was carrying the dorm roster and a pen. He held both out for you, where you saw a line on the open page that read:


Year 999 Fall Trimester: Anistacia Argryos
Year 999 Winter Trimester: Nettan Dehlar
Year 1,000 Spring Trimester: _______________



Welcome to the Shooting Stars, Devyn said.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus whispers back, "We can't stay in town. They'll be expecting that. Better to go into the wilderness, where they at least have to spread out to cover more ground. I've got camping supplies. We should be able to lie low for at least a while." Angus pulls out one of his Worldseeds and looks at it mournfully. "My team is badly hurt, but we can't go to the Pokemon Center here. Do you know of any churches of Mew around here?"

There's two in town that I know about, she replied. And a few more to Giratina and Arceus. I guess people are more religious in a town so obsessed with death. The nearest Temple of Mew isn't far. Follow me.

She led you through some back alleyways into the town, always hugging the shadows and sticking near the edges of buildings when possible. After five hushed minutes with the small figure of a deceased, flying Charizard in the sky above the city, you reached the temple. It was much smaller than those you'd seen in Zahaard.

Even at this late hour though, an initiate was present to greet you. He was young, maybe eleven, and he spoke in hushed tones. Welcome to the Temple of Our Mother. What services do the two of you require this night?

[spoiler]Just assuming you wanted

[Arcran]

Not really, no Jun replied happily.

As Terry and Devyn both threw their Pokeballs into the air, Devyn began to speak. Since you became a member of the Council, you've opened with your Chatot 83% of the time, likely to snipe Fighting Pokemon. Sure enough, the red shape from the Pokeball was materializing into a bird-like Pokemon in midair while Devyn's Pokeball released a massive red Aggron several feet above the Chatot in the air.

As the massive steel Bulwark began to fall to the ground, Terry shouted: Singer, Heat Wave! The dove to the ground to retreat from the falling Pokemon as it sent a wave of superheated air up that turned the shining silver Aggron into a superheated hunk of metal.

It's unfortunate for you that Chatot weighs next to nothing he said as the Aggron rocketed toward the ground. Goliath, Heavy Slam.

The Aggron roared in delight and curled into a ball as it crashed into the ground like a meteor falling from the sky. As the dust cleared from the impact, Devyn returned Goliath to his Pokeball. There was the hole in the ground about the size of a small car. At the bottom lay the Chatot, crushed form impact and clearly out for the count for at least a week. Terry looked stunned. Devyn looked pleased with himself. Jun looked pleased with Devyn.

Told you so she said as Devyn walked up to Terry, likely getting her course registration information. Brother's battle style focuses on using weight to defeat his opponents, and he's collected some of the heaviest Pokemon in the region as part of his team. Using a Chatot against him was basically giving up before she even started.

You looked up to see Devyn walking back to you, with Rosso by his side. Terry was storming off back to the Elba table. The bulky Rosso was carrying the dorm roster and a pen. He held both out for you, where you saw a line on the open page that read:


Welcome to the Shooting Stars, Devyn said.

Marcus lets out a low whistle as Devyn absolutely demolishes Terry's Chatot, a little surprised by how quickly the battle had ended. Heavy Slam wasn't even a Super Effective Attack against a Chatot and it had ended the battle in a single blow. Marcus was momentarily speechless, able only to give Jun a stunned look before recovering.

In either case, Devyn didn't exactly disappoint in the battle department. Heavy Pokemon was a gimmicky style that seemed like it would fit in perfectly with the Elite Four, although Marcus had no idea if Devyn was THAT capable. With Mega Evolution on his side though, who knew?

When offered the dorm roster, Marcus gingerly takes the pad, looking at the blank space. With a practiced hand Marcus writes in his name, a huge smile growing on his face as he does so.

Chronicler Singer and Goliath as well as Heat Wave and Heavy Slam.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus lets out a low whistle as Devyn absolutely demolishes Terry's Chatot, a little surprised by how quickly the battle had ended. Heavy Slam wasn't even a Super Effective Attack against a Chatot and it had ended the battle in a single blow. Marcus was momentarily speechless, able only to give Jun a stunned look before recovering.

In either case, Devyn didn't exactly disappoint in the battle department. Heavy Pokemon was a gimmicky style that seemed like it would fit in perfectly with the Elite Four, although Marcus had no idea if Devyn was THAT capable. With Mega Evolution on his side though, who knew?

When offered the dorm roster, Marcus gingerly takes the pad, looking at the blank space. With a practiced hand Marcus writes in his name, a huge smile growing on his face as he does so.

Chronicler Singer and Goliath as well as Heat Wave and Heavy Slam.

Well I'm glad that's over, Devyn said, seeming to deflate once more now that the action was over. Rosso, can you get the table for me? Rosso acquiesced, picking it up easily without even folding it and hefting it onto his shoulder. The four of you wound your way through the crowd, with many glances at Devyn as your group passed.

Your dorm was tucked in the very back of campus past the other dorms and near the training yards. It was in a grove of trees and surrounded by a decaying, ivy clad wall which boasted holes in a variety of places. A rusted gate creaked loudly as Jun entered. The dorm itself looked a bit like and old gothic mansion, but there were a few do-it-yourself additions and repairs in various places, obviously done by the students instead of professionals.

Welcome to the Shooting Star dorm! Jun exclaimed as Rosso tossed the table in a shed near the gate. The rest of the dorm has prepared a welcome party, so get ready to meet people!

With that she opened the door and you stepped into the entryway. A large and old chandelier lit by fake candles lit the entryway, and the large windows shone light into the room. Off to the right you caught the strong smell of smoke, and one of the doors burst open as a Combusken ran through the room spewing flames out of its mouth as it dashed up the main staircase, arms/wings in the air. It was pursued by a rather chubby girl with a ladle who was shouting Waaaiit Henny! You used too much power to start the fire!

A boy wearing only boxers emerged from a hallway off to the left, scratching his head. What's all the noise for? And why does it smell like Kelsey was allowed to cook again? He grimaced when he saw you. Wait ... who's he? I thought we agreed not to do tours anymore.

Devyn sighed, rubbing his temples. It was dorm rush. This is Marcus he's ... why has nobody prepared the welcoming party?

Oh sorry, I forgot. Should we start now?

No, its not worth it. It'll just be a disaster anyways since Kelsey is going to try and do the cooking. He turned to his sister. Jun, can you gather everybody.

Sure bro! she cried, and then turned to face the stairs. She inhaled deeply, holding it in her lungs, and then shouted with all the force of an Exploud:

EVERYONE GET DOWN HERE! IT'S TIME TO GREET OUR NEW MEMBER! AND SOMEBODY WITH A WATER POKEMON ON THEM PUT OUT THE FIRE IN THE KITCHEN!

She exhaled the remaining air and grinned at you. Sorry for the noise, but it seems like that's the only way we ever get anything done around here. I don't suppose you're a cook are you?

[Arcran]

Well I'm glad that's over, Devyn said, seeming to deflate once more now that the action was over. Rosso, can you get the table for me? Rosso acquiesced, picking it up easily without even folding it and hefting it onto his shoulder. The four of you wound your way through the crowd, with many glances at Devyn as your group passed.

Your dorm was tucked in the very back of campus past the other dorms and near the training yards. It was in a grove of trees and surrounded by a decaying, ivy clad wall which boasted holes in a variety of places. A rusted gate creaked loudly as Jun entered. The dorm itself looked a bit like and old gothic mansion, but there were a few do-it-yourself additions and repairs in various places, obviously done by the students instead of professionals.

Welcome to the Shooting Star dorm! Jun exclaimed as Rosso tossed the table in a shed near the gate. The rest of the dorm has prepared a welcome party, so get ready to meet people!

With that she opened the door and you stepped into the entryway. A large and old chandelier lit by fake candles lit the entryway, and the large windows shone light into the room. Off to the right you caught the strong smell of smoke, and one of the doors burst open as a Combusken ran through the room spewing flames out of its mouth as it dashed up the main staircase, arms/wings in the air. It was pursued by a rather chubby girl with a ladle who was shouting Waaaiit Henny! You used too much power to start the fire!

A boy wearing only boxers emerged from a hallway off to the left, scratching his head. What's all the noise for? And why does it smell like Kelsey was allowed to cook again? He grimaced when he saw you. Wait ... who's he? I thought we agreed not to do tours anymore.

Devyn sighed, rubbing his temples. It was dorm rush. This is Marcus he's ... why has nobody prepared the welcoming party?

Oh sorry, I forgot. Should we start now?

No, its not worth it. It'll just be a disaster anyways since Kelsey is going to try and do the cooking. He turned to his sister. Jun, can you gather everybody.

Sure bro! she cried, and then turned to face the stairs. She inhaled deeply, holding it in her lungs, and then shouted with all the force of an Exploud:

EVERYONE GET DOWN HERE! IT'S TIME TO GREET OUR NEW MEMBER! AND SOMEBODY WITH A WATER POKEMON ON THEM PUT OUT THE FIRE IN THE KITCHEN!

She exhaled the remaining air and grinned at you. Sorry for the noise, but it seems like that's the only way we ever get anything done around here. I don't suppose you're a cook are you?

Marcus looks around in shock as he nears the dorm. For some reason, he'd expected the Shooting Stars dorm to be, well, a hell of a lot fancier. As-is, it looked a little dumpy. Still, Marcus supposed they weren't exactly well known for much besides being great Trainers.

Then again, as Marcus watches Kelsey race by after her Combusken and the boy wandering about in his boxers, he finds himself doubting even that...

After a not-so-subtle wince at Jun's shout, Marcus pulls out Pix's Pokeball.

"Unless you have a microwave, not really," he says in response to Jun's question. "I do have a Water Type though. Pix!" he cries, tossing the Surskit out again. "Uh, put out the fire in the kitchen," he finishes lamely. The bug simply stares at him awkwardly for a moment before disappearing into the kitchen with a thwip, the sound of popping bubbles resounding from within.

"How many of you are there?"

CHRONICLE ALL OF THE THINGS!

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus looks around in shock as he nears the dorm. For some reason, he'd expected the Shooting Stars dorm to be, well, a hell of a lot fancier. As-is, it looked a little dumpy. Still, Marcus supposed they weren't exactly well known for much besides being great Trainers.

Then again, as Marcus watches Kelsey race by after her Combusken and the boy wandering about in his boxers, he finds himself doubting even that...

After a not-so-subtle wince at Jun's shout, Marcus pulls out Pix's Pokeball.

"Unless you have a microwave, not really," he says in response to Jun's question. "I do have a Water Type though. Pix!" he cries, tossing the Surskit out again. "Uh, put out the fire in the kitchen," he finishes lamely. The bug simply stares at him awkwardly for a moment before disappearing into the kitchen with a thwip, the sound of popping bubbles resounding from within.

"How many of you are there?"

CHRONICLE ALL OF THE THINGS!

The smell of smoke died down as Pix put out the fire with her bubbles. Meanwhile, people began filing into the main room from various parts of the house. All in all there were 18 current members of the Shooting Star currently when you were factored in, although only 15 were enrolled in classes, and two of those were on a study abroad trip to Hoenn to study water battle practices with Wallace.

So that left you and twelve others in the relatively large antechamber of the dorm. So, uhh, everybody should introduce themselves. And so they did. There was Rosso, who was currently working on his graduation thesis studying how humans could mold their physique using Machamp muscles as a template. Devyn and Jun Workman were siblings, with Devyn serving as the official dorm leader while it seemed that Jun did all the actual work since her brother was such a pushover. The two newest members along with you were Anistacia Argryos, who came from a series of islands off the coast of Stormwrack known as Cyprii, and Nettan Dehlar, a dark skinned man of about 20 who smoked prodigiously. There was Kelsey, the girl with the Combusken, who loved to cook but was horrible at it, and Jeff Riley, them man in boxers, who apparently did a lot of work with held items and was quite interested in your use of a Water Gem for your first Pokken. Stella was a Belle groupie who also used a Chingling in battle, and Patrick apparently only used Eeveloutions on his team. Jacquel was Gym Leader Ibis's older brother, though apparently he didn't like talking about it much. Yishu, a blind trainer, had the ability to speak with Pokemon and see through their eyes, and she quickly bonded with Pix in the kitchen. Finally, there was Brandon, who was the last to arrive, was one of the student librarians, a highly selective position even in the Academy.

So that's us! Jun chirped happily. Now tell us about the guy who's going to be living with us for the next few years.

[Arcran]

The smell of smoke died down as Pix put out the fire with her bubbles. Meanwhile, people began filing into the main room from various parts of the house. All in all there were 18 current members of the Shooting Star currently when you were factored in, although only 15 were enrolled in classes, and two of those were on a study abroad trip to Hoenn to study water battle practices with Wallace.

So that left you and twelve others in the relatively large antechamber of the dorm. So, uhh, everybody should introduce themselves. And so they did. There was Rosso, who was currently working on his graduation thesis studying how humans could mold their physique using Machamp muscles as a template. Devyn and Jun Workman were siblings, with Devyn serving as the official dorm leader while it seemed that Jun did all the actual work since her brother was such a pushover. The two newest members along with you were Anistacia Argryos, who came from a series of islands off the coast of Stormwrack known as Cyprii, and Nettan Dehlar, a dark skinned man of about 20 who smoked prodigiously. There was Kelsey, the girl with the Combusken, who loved to cook but was horrible at it, and Jeff Riley, them man in boxers, who apparently did a lot of work with held items and was quite interested in your use of a Water Gem for your first Pokken. Stella was a Belle groupie who also used a Chingling in battle, and Patrick apparently only used Eeveloutions on his team. Jacquel was Gym Leader Ibis's older brother, though apparently he didn't like talking about it much. Yishu, a blind trainer, had the ability to speak with Pokemon and see through their eyes, and she quickly bonded with Pix in the kitchen. Finally, there was Brandon, who was the last to arrive, was one of the student librarians, a highly selective position even in the Academy.

So that's us! Jun chirped happily. Now tell us about the guy who's going to be living with us for the next few years.

Marcus freezes for a moment, unsure what to do as he hears the most terrifying of all questions uttered. While it was a normally petrifying question, in this case it was even moreso when surrounded by such an eccentric and interesting crowd.

What made it even more agonizing was the fact that there was something incredibly interesting about him, he just couldn't do anything with it. Oh, I just so happen to be chosen by Arceus to do something and have a talking Sneasel. I also may or may not be murdered tomorrow by Jamba and have said Sneasel taken. What's up with all of you guys?

No, that wouldn't exactly work. In his head, Marcus crafts a beautiful speech about how he'd planned on joining the Academy since he was a child, had worked for years to get here and had been so excited when he beat Teller, not only because it meant he was a student but also because he could join the best dorm on campus. He even managed to sneak in a few comments about his note-taking addiction. Truth be told, it was a really moving bit of vocal beauty.

Of course, that isn't quite what came out...

"Hey! I'm Marcus, and I like Pokemon..." the boy says, last bit hardly audible.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus freezes for a moment, unsure what to do as he hears the most terrifying of all questions uttered. While it was a normally petrifying question, in this case it was even moreso when surrounded by such an eccentric and interesting crowd.

What made it even more agonizing was the fact that there was something incredibly interesting about him, he just couldn't do anything with it. Oh, I just so happen to be chosen by Arceus to do something and have a talking Sneasel. I also may or may not be murdered tomorrow by Jamba and have said Sneasel taken. What's up with all of you guys?

No, that wouldn't exactly work. In his head, Marcus crafts a beautiful speech about how he'd planned on joining the Academy since he was a child, had worked for years to get here and had been so excited when he beat Teller, not only because it meant he was a student but also because he could join the best dorm on campus. He even managed to sneak in a few comments about his note-taking addiction. Truth be told, it was a really moving bit of vocal beauty.

Of course, that isn't quite what came out...

"Hey! I'm Marcus, and I like Pokemon..." the boy says, last bit hardly audible.

There was a short second of silence as it seemed the dorm waited to hear more before Jun jumped with Well if you like Pokemon, then you'll fit right in here. Dev, sign him into a room. I would, but technically I'm not allowed to.

The crowd dispersed, many of them coming and saying hello and that you'll meet them all again later. Then Devyn came out with a key box and pulled out an old, large, rusty key. It had the number '305' etched into the side. He took you up to your room saying, We can talk more tomorrow, but I'm sure you're tired from your long day. He then went off to his own room in the west tower.

Room 305 was large, with a creaky wooden floor, a comfortable looking bed, windows that looked cloudy and thick with age, and a thick oak writing desk with a similar chair. There was a deep burn in the desk, but other than that, the room looked totally in order. There were even a set of rather extensive closets with which you could store your clothes. Inside the closet you found a small locked chest. It opened to your room key, and it was empty.

Long day, give you a chance to reflect and rp if desired, we can move on whenever

[Prehysterical]

There's two in town that I know about, she replied. And a few more to Giratina and Arceus. I guess people are more religious in a town so obsessed with death. The nearest Temple of Mew isn't far. Follow me.

She led you through some back alleyways into the town, always hugging the shadows and sticking near the edges of buildings when possible. After five hushed minutes with the small figure of a deceased, flying Charizard in the sky above the city, you reached the temple. It was much smaller than those you'd seen in Zahaard.

Even at this late hour though, an initiate was present to greet you. He was young, maybe eleven, and he spoke in hushed tones. Welcome to the Temple of Our Mother. What services do the two of you require this night?

[spoiler]Just assuming you wanted
In a hurried but hushed tone, Angus replies, "The dead walk this night, brother! We've injured Pokemon who need the Mother's Grace. Let us in, quick, before the beast sees us!"

[CosmicOccurence]

In a hurried but hushed tone, Angus replies, "The dead walk this night, brother! We've injured Pokemon who need the Mother's Grace. Let us in, quick, before the beast sees us!"

The man quickly ushered you into the chapel, although he didn't quite seem to understand what you meant when you said that the dead walked. I'm afraid the Head Priest is asleep, while I can promise you shelter and safety, any services you may require from the church will have to wait until morning. For now, I will take you to your rooms.

And so he did. They were simple, with a matress, pillows, sheets, and a single writing desk. The two rooms were connected by an interior door, and the man gave you keys to both the door that led into the hallway and that separated your rooms. When he left, Senga did not leave, instead taking a seat at the desk.

I can't believe that you're alive, she said. I had always just assumed that you had died.

[Arcran]

There was a short second of silence as it seemed the dorm waited to hear more before Jun jumped with Well if you like Pokemon, then you'll fit right in here. Dev, sign him into a room. I would, but technically I'm not allowed to.

The crowd dispersed, many of them coming and saying hello and that you'll meet them all again later. Then Devyn came out with a key box and pulled out an old, large, rusty key. It had the number '305' etched into the side. He took you up to your room saying, We can talk more tomorrow, but I'm sure you're tired from your long day. He then went off to his own room in the west tower.

Room 305 was large, with a creaky wooden floor, a comfortable looking bed, windows that looked cloudy and thick with age, and a thick oak writing desk with a similar chair. There was a deep burn in the desk, but other than that, the room looked totally in order. There were even a set of rather extensive closets with which you could store your clothes. Inside the closet you found a small locked chest. It opened to your room key, and it was empty.

Long day, give you a chance to reflect and rp if desired, we can move on whenever

Marcus cringes at the awkward silence he caused. That was a great first impression to the people he'd be spending the next few years with. Still, it seemed a few like Jeff had taken notice of his first battle, so there was that small blessing.

Marcus takes the key from Devyn with an awkward nod, heading up and letting himself in. Unpacking was an extremely trivial matter; honestly, Marcus was carrying more spare journals than clothes at this point. The few outfits he have go into the drawers, and already full journals fit easily onto the small bookshelf built onto the top of Marcus' desk, as well as Teller's books. Other than that, Marcus places his TMs in the chest; he didn't exactly have much of value other than those. Everything else he leaves in his pack; after all, he was still a traveling trainer.

As he sits on his bed, Marcus looks at the blank walls, empty desk and empty shelves. For all the work he'd done, he didn't exactly have a lot of possessions to show for it. He could at least pick up a few posters or something. Hell, he didn't even have real sheets! He'd have to ask Jun where to buy all of that stuff tomorrow.

Marcus allows himself to recline slightly, laying back on his bed. He had so much to do, so much to look forward to. He was at the Academy, he was a real Trainer, and this was his chance to shine!

Of course, only the first of those thoughts actually made it through Marcus' mind. The second he allowed himself to relax even slightly, he fell unconscious.

There was a quick burst of red, causing Marcus to twitch slightly. A few seconds later, a pair of webbed hands laid a worn blanket over Marcus, before another flash of red sends the Pokemon away.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus cringes at the awkward silence he caused. That was a great first impression to the people he'd be spending the next few years with. Still, it seemed a few like Jeff had taken notice of his first battle, so there was that small blessing.

Marcus takes the key from Devyn with an awkward nod, heading up and letting himself in. Unpacking was an extremely trivial matter; honestly, Marcus was carrying more spare journals than clothes at this point. The few outfits he have go into the drawers, and already full journals fit easily onto the small bookshelf built onto the top of Marcus' desk, as well as Teller's books. Other than that, Marcus places his TMs in the chest; he didn't exactly have much of value other than those. Everything else he leaves in his pack; after all, he was still a traveling trainer.

As he sits on his bed, Marcus looks at the blank walls, empty desk and empty shelves. For all the work he'd done, he didn't exactly have a lot of possessions to show for it. He could at least pick up a few posters or something. Hell, he didn't even have real sheets! He'd have to ask Jun where to buy all of that stuff tomorrow.

Marcus allows himself to recline slightly, laying back on his bed. He had so much to do, so much to look forward to. He was at the Academy, he was a real Trainer, and this was his chance to shine!

Of course, only the first of those thoughts actually made it through Marcus' mind. The second he allowed himself to relax even slightly, he fell unconscious.

There was a quick burst of red, causing Marcus to twitch slightly. A few seconds later, a pair of webbed hands laid a worn blanket over Marcus, before another flash of red sends the Pokemon away.

You woke to a knock at your door. When you opened it, it was Jun, he hair wild from bedhead. Time to get started! she said, ignoring any sleepiness you may or may not have felt. Yishu is cooking. She's not great, but she's better than Kelsey. Come down when you're ready!

And with that she trotted down the hallway and down the staircase towards the kitchen. Then she ran back up, pulling an envelope out of her pocket. Oh, and this was delivered for you. Then she left again.

The envelope was thin, with likely no more than one sheet of paper in it. The return address indicated it was from the Rangers.


Marcus,

Thank you for submitting your concern about the Golden Sunrise institution. After an investigation, we did not find any evidence of their being part of Team Jamba. Please continue to share any concerns of criminal activities with us while in Armedius.

Jull Jungers
Lieutenant Ranger

[Arcran]

You woke to a knock at your door. When you opened it, it was Jun, he hair wild from bedhead. Time to get started! she said, ignoring any sleepiness you may or may not have felt. Yishu is cooking. She's not great, but she's better than Kelsey. Come down when you're ready!

And with that she trotted down the hallway and down the staircase towards the kitchen. Then she ran back up, pulling an envelope out of her pocket. Oh, and this was delivered for you. Then she left again.

The envelope was thin, with likely no more than one sheet of paper in it. The return address indicated it was from the Rangers.


Marcus,

Thank you for submitting your concern about the Golden Sunrise institution. After an investigation, we did not find any evidence of their being part of Team Jamba. Please continue to share any concerns of criminal activities with us while in Armedius.

Jull Jungers
Lieutenant Ranger


Marcus wakes up with a start, blanket flying across the room before Marcus even has a chance to notice it. Despite his rapid getting up, it takes a few minutes for Marcus to actually get out of bed; despite having gone to bed so early, the Trainer was still fairly exhausted. Marcus dons one of his pairs of clothes with minimal holes as he reads the Ranger note. He was certain that the Rising Sun had been Jamba, which left two possibilities: the Rangers were incompetent or corrupt. Both possibilities were equally terrifying.

Still, in a matter of minutes Marcus was dressed and makes his way down to the kitchen, an eager Gelver jumping from wall to wall as he follows his Trainer down to grab breakfast.

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus wakes up with a start, blanket flying across the room before Marcus even has a chance to notice it. Despite his rapid getting up, it takes a few minutes for Marcus to actually get out of bed; despite having gone to bed so early, the Trainer was still fairly exhausted. Marcus dons one of his pairs of clothes with minimal holes as he reads the Ranger note. He was certain that the Rising Sun had been Jamba, which left two possibilities: the Rangers were incompetent or corrupt. Both possibilities were equally terrifying.

Still, in a matter of minutes Marcus was dressed and makes his way down to the kitchen, an eager Gelver jumping from wall to wall as he follows his Trainer down to grab breakfast.

Yishu and her Butterfree were cooking. She made eggs and bacon: nothing phenomenal, but it didn't set the kitchen on the fire. It was kind of disconcerting that she wore a blindfold while cooking, but when you realized that Tienna, her Butterfree, served as her eyes, it made you feel a bit better that the blind girl was using a knife so casually.

After breakfast, Jun sat down with you, holding her own plate gingerly in her hands. So, dorm life. I'm not sure how much you know about it, so I'm just going to talk at you for a bit. Feel free to interrupt me to ask questions. She took another bite of eggs and jumped into her explanation. So now that you're part of Shooting Star, we're your home base. Since we're all pretty competent, we usually don't have to cover for people muking up, but it happens every once in a while. It's one of the perks of being part of a selective dorm. Feel free to train with people here, bounce strategies off each other, ask for help with schoolwork. Oftentimes we'll be dealing with our own pile of crap, but we're your first resource. That being said, don't let people push you around. We've got a reputation to maintain right.

Jun took a big gulp of orange juice, giving you a chance to ask a question if you wanted. If not, she would probably just keep talking.

This is a chance for you to get questions answered, make connections with people, etc.

If it matters, in the kitchen are Jun, Yishu, Jacquel, and Nettan are the ones in the kitchen.

[Arcran]

Yishu and her Butterfree were cooking. She made eggs and bacon: nothing phenomenal, but it didn't set the kitchen on the fire. It was kind of disconcerting that she wore a blindfold while cooking, but when you realized that Tienna, her Butterfree, served as her eyes, it made you feel a bit better that the blind girl was using a knife so casually.

After breakfast, Jun sat down with you, holding her own plate gingerly in her hands. So, dorm life. I'm not sure how much you know about it, so I'm just going to talk at you for a bit. Feel free to interrupt me to ask questions. She took another bite of eggs and jumped into her explanation. So now that you're part of Shooting Star, we're your home base. Since we're all pretty competent, we usually don't have to cover for people muking up, but it happens every once in a while. It's one of the perks of being part of a selective dorm. Feel free to train with people here, bounce strategies off each other, ask for help with schoolwork. Oftentimes we'll be dealing with our own pile of crap, but we're your first resource. That being said, don't let people push you around. We've got a reputation to maintain right.

Jun took a big gulp of orange juice, giving you a chance to ask a question if you wanted. If not, she would probably just keep talking.

This is a chance for you to get questions answered, make connections with people, etc.

If it matters, in the kitchen are Jun, Yishu, Jacquel, and Nettan are the ones in the kitchen.



Marcus tears his eyes away from the sight of a blind woman cooking to focus on Jun as she speaks, glad to finally have a chance to have some questions answered. He nods through her explanations, but one particular bit catches his attention.

"How common is that? People pushing each other around? I mean, I get the Academy has to be pretty competitive, but is it sabotaging other students competitive, or just your normal every day kind of competitive?" Marcus asks, wishing he had a slightly better way with words.

[Prehysterical]

The man quickly ushered you into the chapel, although he didn't quite seem to understand what you meant when you said that the dead walked. I'm afraid the Head Priest is asleep, while I can promise you shelter and safety, any services you may require from the church will have to wait until morning. For now, I will take you to your rooms.

And so he did. They were simple, with a matress, pillows, sheets, and a single writing desk. The two rooms were connected by an interior door, and the man gave you keys to both the door that led into the hallway and that separated your rooms. When he left, Senga did not leave, instead taking a seat at the desk.

I can't believe that you're alive, she said. I had always just assumed that you had died.
Lamorak, for his part, sprawls himself across the mattress. Angus, for his part, is too worked up to think about sitting. He holds a hand up to forestall her. "Just a minute! All this time, I thought it was you who was dead. Father never spoke of Mother, so I assumed that she died trying to give birth to you.

Senga, what happened? Where is Mother? And why did you think that it was I who had been forced back to the earth?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus tears his eyes away from the sight of a blind woman cooking to focus on Jun as she speaks, glad to finally have a chance to have some questions answered. He nods through her explanations, but one particular bit catches his attention.

"How common is that? People pushing each other around? I mean, I get the Academy has to be pretty competitive, but is it sabotaging other students competitive, or just your normal every day kind of competitive?" Marcus asks, wishing he had a slightly better way with words.

Sabotaging is pretty rare. We usually have too much pride for that kind of stuff. Jun replied while salting her eggs. And to be honest, competitive battles usually only come up when mutiple people want the same thing. I haven't had a bona fide Pokken in six or seven months now. The Elba dorm has been growing a bit more aggressive recently now that they have three Council Members, so I suppose there could be a war brewing up, but even that would just be a constant challenge of Pokkens, which is more exhausting than anything else.

[CosmicOccurence]

Lamorak, for his part, sprawls himself across the mattress. Angus, for his part, is too worked up to think about sitting. He holds a hand up to forestall her. "Just a minute! All this time, I thought it was you who was dead. Father never spoke of Mother, so I assumed that she died trying to give birth to you.

Senga, what happened? Where is Mother? And why did you think that it was I who had been forced back to the earth?"

Mom raised me in the desert. We'd make trips into Hidden Oasis every week for supplies, but other than that I grew up on my own. She's considered something of a sand witch by the people there because of her desert magic. Whenever I asked about my father or the siblings she said I had, she always just said that our magic meant that we couldn't go back. She said that mages weren't welcome there, and when I was born my own magic revealed her abilities, and she was exiled.

I kept asking if we could go and save my brothers after I had learned to control my magic, but she told me that you were all dead. She's going to get an earful from me when I get back to her though; that's for sure.

[Arcran]

Sabotaging is pretty rare. We usually have too much pride for that kind of stuff. Jun replied while salting her eggs. And to be honest, competitive battles usually only come up when mutiple people want the same thing. I haven't had a bona fide Pokken in six or seven months now. The Elba dorm has been growing a bit more aggressive recently now that they have three Council Members, so I suppose there could be a war brewing up, but even that would just be a constant challenge of Pokkens, which is more exhausting than anything else.

"But can't you refuse a Pokken if there's nothing good in it for you?" Marcus asks, a bit confused. "Like yesterday. Devyn didn't want to battle Terry offered him a class. So, to just make you do Pokken all day wouldn't people have to keep promising you better and better things?" Marcus asks, a greedy glint creeping into his eyes.

[Prehysterical]

Mom raised me in the desert. We'd make trips into Hidden Oasis every week for supplies, but other than that I grew up on my own. She's considered something of a sand witch by the people there because of her desert magic. Whenever I asked about my father or the siblings she said I had, she always just said that our magic meant that we couldn't go back. She said that mages weren't welcome there, and when I was born my own magic revealed her abilities, and she was exiled.

I kept asking if we could go and save my brothers after I had learned to control my magic, but she told me that you were all dead. She's going to get an earful from me when I get back to her though; that's for sure.
Angus is silent for a long moment as this all sinks in. When he finally does speak, his voice is much lower and softer than usual.

"If you two are mages, I can see why you left. But to tell you that we are dead..." Angus hangs his head mournfully. "Does she care so little for her own sons? Are we not her blood?" His voice cracks at the end. He takes a second to compose himself before continuing.

"I received a message from our older brother, Brian. Father is dead. He tried to interrupt my initiation duel in the gym while training with my Pokemon, Gladia. Androssi stopped him and he was beside himself. He was seen whispering in dark corners with hooded figures. Zahaard eventually executed him for conspiracy.

Senga, I know that the Pawns of Jamba are moving and the game is afoot, but before I can do anything else in this life... I have to see Mother."

[CosmicOccurence]

"But can't you refuse a Pokken if there's nothing good in it for you?" Marcus asks, a bit confused. "Like yesterday. Devyn didn't want to battle Terry offered him a class. So, to just make you do Pokken all day wouldn't people have to keep promising you better and better things?" Marcus asks, a greedy glint creeping into his eyes.

Jun smiled visciously. Well that is the idea. They'll be aiming for the First Seat for sure, and probably our dorm too. We'll use it as an opportunity to expand our influence in the library and research labs, as well as shutting them out of spots in masterclasses. Heck, we could make a fair bit of money too. It'd be nice to renovate this place for once.

We'll make Elba bleed out until they're no longer relevant. Maybe take a few of the Council Seats if we want. Of course, we won't start it, but it's brewing for sure. She dumped entirely too much hot sauce on her eggs and gulped them down.

But it may not even start this trimester. For now just learn the ropes. Nothing will happen for sure until the Cherrim Blossom Festival, which is when they would make their move. So for now, you can focus on your coursework and attending lectures without worrying about that.

She began to shovel eggs into her mouth with gusto. Anyways, first class is tomorrow. If you're taking the Cryptid class, Koon will have you working harder than a Conkeldurr in Central, but you won't see many courses harder than that one. The class sizes are probably going to be small too, because Koon doesn't like having big lectures.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus is silent for a long moment as this all sinks in. When he finally does speak, his voice is much lower and softer than usual.

"If you two are mages, I can see why you left. But to tell you that we are dead..." Angus hangs his head mournfully. "Does she care so little for her own sons? Are we not her blood?" His voice cracks at the end. He takes a second to compose himself before continuing.

"I received a message from our older brother, Brian. Father is dead. He tried to interrupt my initiation duel in the gym while training with my Pokemon, Gladia. Androssi stopped him and he was beside himself. He was seen whispering in dark corners with hooded figures. Zahaard eventually executed him for conspiracy.

Senga, I know that the Pawns of Jamba are moving and the game is afoot, but before I can do anything else in this life... I have to see Mother."

Senga shrugged. I probably would have just headed to Zahaard without permission if I knew, and from the stories I heard, having magic in father's house wasn't exactly a safe proposition. And of course we're going to visit her. I sent her a Skarmory as soon as I saw the first note that you were alive. I should be able to get us there fairly easily, but if Jamba is after both of us, the trip might be a lot more difficult than it usually is

But one thing I don't understand is, why haven't you asked me about the giant mark above my head? Since you have one too, I assume you can see mine if you try. Once again, the itching sensation linked to seeing your own mark, one that you had felt since she entered the room in the basement of the funeral home, surfaced.


You see a mark very much like your own, but with a pattern of scales covering the stylized x.

[Arcran]

Jun smiled visciously. Well that is the idea. They'll be aiming for the First Seat for sure, and probably our dorm too. We'll use it as an opportunity to expand our influence in the library and research labs, as well as shutting them out of spots in masterclasses. Heck, we could make a fair bit of money too. It'd be nice to renovate this place for once.

We'll make Elba bleed out until they're no longer relevant. Maybe take a few of the Council Seats if we want. Of course, we won't start it, but it's brewing for sure. She dumped entirely too much hot sauce on her eggs and gulped them down.

But it may not even start this trimester. For now just learn the ropes. Nothing will happen for sure until the Cherrim Blossom Festival, which is when they would make their move. So for now, you can focus on your coursework and attending lectures without worrying about that.

She began to shovel eggs into her mouth with gusto. Anyways, first class is tomorrow. If you're taking the Cryptid class, Koon will have you working harder than a Conkeldurr in Central, but you won't see many courses harder than that one. The class sizes are probably going to be small too, because Koon doesn't like having big lectures.

"Sounds like I should be training up a Pokken team either way," Marcus observes, thinking about what he has access to at the moment. Jun seemed to have a particularly vicious focus on taking down Elba; he'd have to try to figure out exactly what was causing it. It seemed a bit too intense for a simple rivalry, but maybe The Academy was simply that competitive?

"And I was actually hoping to ask you about that. Any tips for Koon's class? I get the feeling that I'm going to need all the help I can when taking a class by the Headmaster in his area of expertise."

[CosmicOccurence]

"Sounds like I should be training up a Pokken team either way," Marcus observes, thinking about what he has access to at the moment. Jun seemed to have a particularly vicious focus on taking down Elba; he'd have to try to figure out exactly what was causing it. It seemed a bit too intense for a simple rivalry, but maybe The Academy was simply that competitive?

"And I was actually hoping to ask you about that. Any tips for Koon's class? I get the feeling that I'm going to need all the help I can when taking a class by the Headmaster in his area of expertise."

Well it's an independent research class, so the lectures aren't going to be the main focus of the class. He keeps the cryptid and legendary section of the library on lockdown, so he'll have you in there doing research for sure. But he'll likely work you to the bone in the lecture section anyways, then he'll probably send you off to find footprints, but then you realize that the footprints are located in the middle of a muking volcano infested with Magmar ... Jun sighed.

That was my experience when he taught this class a few years ago at least, but its different for everyone. Needless to say you won't make it out of that class without taking your battling up a notch. I doubt half the people in your group will even make it halfway through the course. She took her plate over to the sink and rinsed it off quickly.

Of course, as a member of our dorm, I don't doubt that you'll make it through ok. She gave you a smile and left for her room.

[Arcran]

Well it's an independent research class, so the lectures aren't going to be the main focus of the class. He keeps the cryptid and legendary section of the library on lockdown, so he'll have you in there doing research for sure. But he'll likely work you to the bone in the lecture section anyways, then he'll probably send you off to find footprints, but then you realize that the footprints are located in the middle of a muking volcano infested with Magmar ... Jun sighed.

That was my experience when he taught this class a few years ago at least, but its different for everyone. Needless to say you won't make it out of that class without taking your battling up a notch. I doubt half the people in your group will even make it halfway through the course. She took her plate over to the sink and rinsed it off quickly.

Of course, as a member of our dorm, I don't doubt that you'll make it through ok. She gave you a smile and left for her room.

Marcus raises his eyebrows at Jun's comment about the Magmar, less than enthused about the prospect of fighting his way through a volcano. Still, he'd gotten more than a little bit of information just now. He'd get special library access, have to do independent study and improve his combat prowess. Either way, this was going to be rather exciting...

As Jun leaves Marcus silently thanks whoever is listening up above before packing up his things. He had a bit of free time; may as well try to find some things for his new room, right? And if he ran into somebody else in Shooting Stars, well, maybe he'd have a chance to better introduce himself.

If you don't have anything planned for Marcus, I can just RP him to the point where classes start!

[Prehysterical]

Senga shrugged. I probably would have just headed to Zahaard without permission if I knew, and from the stories I heard, having magic in father's house wasn't exactly a safe proposition. And of course we're going to visit her. I sent her a Skarmory as soon as I saw the first note that you were alive. I should be able to get us there fairly easily, but if Jamba is after both of us, the trip might be a lot more difficult than it usually is

But one thing I don't understand is, why haven't you asked me about the giant mark above my head? Since you have one too, I assume you can see mine if you try. Once again, the itching sensation linked to seeing your own mark, one that you had felt since she entered the room in the basement of the funeral home, surfaced.


You see a mark very much like your own, but with a pattern of scales covering the stylized x.


Angus focuses his Sight and sees the mark above his sister's head. "I'm still dealing with the revelation that my baby sister is alive and not a fabrication of Jamba. Forgive me if I didn't think to check if you were Godtouched as well.

Regigigas has taken me as his. Whose mark do you bear?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus raises his eyebrows at Jun's comment about the Magmar, less than enthused about the prospect of fighting his way through a volcano. Still, he'd gotten more than a little bit of information just now. He'd get special library access, have to do independent study and improve his combat prowess. Either way, this was going to be rather exciting...

As Jun leaves Marcus silently thanks whoever is listening up above before packing up his things. He had a bit of free time; may as well try to find some things for his new room, right? And if he ran into somebody else in Shooting Stars, well, maybe he'd have a chance to better introduce himself.

If you don't have anything planned for Marcus, I can just RP him to the point where classes start!

After poking around the dorm for a bit, you found a storage room equipped with a large assortment of furniture that wasn't currently in use. There was no elevator, so moving large items would be difficult unless you enlisted the help of others, but pretty much anything you needed would be here. Heck they even had a few boxes of posters, an old television, and various other accessories that you could pick through for decoration.

Along the way to the storeroom however, you found a social room much more modernly decorated than the rest of the house. Bright colors, modern lighting fixtures, a pristine pool and foozball table, Kreino, Chess, and Go boards, a television (this one quite modern with all the bells and whistles) with two different gaming consoles, and a small bar. While the sign said that only those above 18 could drink, Anastacia, who was making herself a mimosa, told you that nobody really cared as long as you didn't get into trouble. The room was obviously a priority, especially since many of the centerpieces of the room bore signs that other dorms had owned them at one point or another.

You found Stella in the laundry room jamming to Belle while throwing her darks in the dryer, and Patrick was in one of the several rooms with toys outfitted especially for Pokemon use. His team of eeveelutions was quite happy hopping between makeshift platforms and chasing each other while he surfed the net. There was even a weight lifting room, although you suspected Rosso was the only one using it on a regular basis.

[CosmicOccurence]

Angus focuses his Sight and sees the mark above his sister's head. "I'm still dealing with the revelation that my baby sister is alive and not a fabrication of Jamba. Forgive me if I didn't think to check if you were Godtouched as well.

Regigigas has taken me as his. Whose mark do you bear?"

You've been chosen by Regigigas and Arceus your sister said. I'm Arceus as well, thats the X-like symbol. I've not met anyone with a symbol other than the X however, so I was quite taken aback when I saw Regigigas' mark on you. Her brow was furrowed as she thought it through.

In any case, I have been marked with Dragon and you with Ground, although I'm not sure if the mark grants us any abilities beyond simply being gifted with a talking Pokemon. You do have one correct? Mine is Zaha, who was the Goomy with me. Kind of a weird sort of dragon in my opinion. Nothing like what mother has told me lives at Zahaard.

And it isn't just the two of us either. Mother hasn't told me everything yet, but it seems like there are 18 of us, one for each type. I've even had to fight against the one with the Steel Mark, who works with Jamba. If you ever feel that itch in your head, it couldn't hurt to check. It's a good way of spotting some of our enemies, although I worry that we may be able to be tracked by this method just as easily for those who also have the sight.

[Arcran]

After poking around the dorm for a bit, you found a storage room equipped with a large assortment of furniture that wasn't currently in use. There was no elevator, so moving large items would be difficult unless you enlisted the help of others, but pretty much anything you needed would be here. Heck they even had a few boxes of posters, an old television, and various other accessories that you could pick through for decoration.

Along the way to the storeroom however, you found a social room much more modernly decorated than the rest of the house. Bright colors, modern lighting fixtures, a pristine pool and foozball table, Kreino, Chess, and Go boards, a television (this one quite modern with all the bells and whistles) with two different gaming consoles, and a small bar. While the sign said that only those above 18 could drink, Anastacia, who was making herself a mimosa, told you that nobody really cared as long as you didn't get into trouble. The room was obviously a priority, especially since many of the centerpieces of the room bore signs that other dorms had owned them at one point or another.

You found Stella in the laundry room jamming to Belle while throwing her darks in the dryer, and Patrick was in one of the several rooms with toys outfitted especially for Pokemon use. His team of eeveelutions was quite happy hopping between makeshift platforms and chasing each other while he surfed the net. There was even a weight lifting room, although you suspected Rosso was the only one using it on a regular basis.

Marcus looks at the social room in surprise. The rest of the house was, well, a bit of a dump, making it slightly surprising that they had a small fortunes worth of toys in technology. Not that Marcus was complaining of course; the pool table alone was enough to get him out of bed in the morning, although he'd never really been particularly good. It also looked like Shooting Stars may or may not make a slight habit of stealing trophies from other dorms, which was never a bad thing. More things to barter with in Pokken, right?

Still, knowing that he didn't have to go blow a bunch of money on furniture was a good thing. If nothing else, it meant he could blow money on stuff for his Pokemon, right?

Either way, Marcus plops himself down in the toy room with Patrick, laying his Pokeballs out on a nearby stool.

"Hey, Patrick. Is there any rules about the size of Pokemon we can let out? I've got a Nidoking, and I don't really want to break anything," Marcus says, using the question as an introduction for now.

[CosmicOccurence]

You've got to replace anything you break, Patrick said as his Jolteon leaped from a small platform onto his shoulder, cocked its head, and inspected you curiously. But so long as you're not releasing a Steelix, there should be some rooms where there's enough elbow room for a Nidoking.

Thought you might be one of those trainers who specialize in unevolved Pokemon though, what with that Surskit of yours. Patrick seemed like the rather easygoing type, as he didn't seem to mind whenever his Pokemon used him as a bed, a scratching station, or a springboard. Still though, you knew that he must have some serious battling chops to back up the casual attitude if he managed to make it into this dorm.

[Arcran]

Marcus nods at the comment, making a mental note to only ever release Icon outside. It was an inconvenience, but a necessary one.

"No, Surskit just filled a more prudent niche on my team than a Masquerain. Definitely not opposed to letting Pokemon evolve," Marcus states, letting Gelver out of his Pokeball as proof as well as to allow the Frogadier a chance to socialize. The rest of Marcus' team, sans Icon, is quick to follow. "Sometimes evolution isn't the quickest path to strength; really just have to weigh your options in the end," he finishes awkwardly. "Although it's definitely a consideration in Pokken. It might make them underestimate me for just a moment, which could be enough," Marcus trails off.

"Still, your specialty isn't too hard to guess. Why Eevee? I mean, all of the evolutions are competent battlers, but what drove you to focus on that line in particular?"

[Prehysterical]

You've been chosen by Regigigas and Arceus your sister said. I'm Arceus as well, thats the X-like symbol. I've not met anyone with a symbol other than the X however, so I was quite taken aback when I saw Regigigas' mark on you. Her brow was furrowed as she thought it through.

In any case, I have been marked with Dragon and you with Ground, although I'm not sure if the mark grants us any abilities beyond simply being gifted with a talking Pokemon. You do have one correct? Mine is Zaha, who was the Goomy with me. Kind of a weird sort of dragon in my opinion. Nothing like what mother has told me lives at Zahaard.

And it isn't just the two of us either. Mother hasn't told me everything yet, but it seems like there are 18 of us, one for each type. I've even had to fight against the one with the Steel Mark, who works with Jamba. If you ever feel that itch in your head, it couldn't hurt to check. It's a good way of spotting some of our enemies, although I worry that we may be able to be tracked by this method just as easily for those who also have the sight.
"Regigigas sent me a servant named Gauntlet. He's the Golett that you saw.

And for this Metal one... That must be the Traitor that Regigigas spoke of. What does he, or she, look like?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus nods at the comment, making a mental note to only ever release Icon outside. It was an inconvenience, but a necessary one.

"No, Surskit just filled a more prudent niche on my team than a Masquerain. Definitely not opposed to letting Pokemon evolve," Marcus states, letting Gelver out of his Pokeball as proof as well as to allow the Frogadier a chance to socialize. The rest of Marcus' team, sans Icon, is quick to follow. "Sometimes evolution isn't the quickest path to strength; really just have to weigh your options in the end," he finishes awkwardly. "Although it's definitely a consideration in Pokken. It might make them underestimate me for just a moment, which could be enough," Marcus trails off.

"Still, your specialty isn't too hard to guess. Why Eevee? I mean, all of the evolutions are competent battlers, but what drove you to focus on that line in particular?"

My parents are Varro researchers who specialize in genome projects Patrick said, his voice sounding darker than the bright sunshine it had been before. And they were always bringing Eevee home with them. It's kind of their specialty, though they aren't battlers. My starter was actually a Magnemite, but I donated him back to the Gym as soon as I got my license. Eevee have been my whole life, so I guess I'm just following in the family tradition.

He fell silent as he watched his Jolteon shoot bolts of lighting at your Cubone's weapon, which he'd been tossing in circles. They seemed to be making something of a game out of it. Three badges later and I find myself here, enrolled before I can stop myself. The classes here are interesting enough, but I doubt I'll graduate. Varro is always looking for skilled trainers to work with their Pokemon in battle, and I'm pretty much the ideal candidate for the Eevee labs once I pick up a few more badges.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Regigigas sent me a servant named Gauntlet. He's the Golett that you saw.

And for this Metal one... That must be the Traitor that Regigigas spoke of. What does he, or she, look like?"

He had the tattoos of a servant class. I've never seen them in person before that, but mother has shown me drawings of them. Loops and loops around his eyes. He had the strangest Honedge I'd ever seen in my life. It extended like a whip. Bastard gave me this before I got away, she drew up her arm and showed you a scar. It was healed but still very visible, and you could tell it had been deep.

I intend to pay him back someday. A grim grin spread across her face at the thought.

[Arcran]

My parents are Varro researchers who specialize in genome projects Patrick said, his voice sounding darker than the bright sunshine it had been before. And they were always bringing Eevee home with them. It's kind of their specialty, though they aren't battlers. My starter was actually a Magnemite, but I donated him back to the Gym as soon as I got my license. Eevee have been my whole life, so I guess I'm just following in the family tradition.

He fell silent as he watched his Jolteon shoot bolts of lighting at your Cubone's weapon, which he'd been tossing in circles. They seemed to be making something of a game out of it. Three badges later and I find myself here, enrolled before I can stop myself. The classes here are interesting enough, but I doubt I'll graduate. Varro is always looking for skilled trainers to work with their Pokemon in battle, and I'm pretty much the ideal candidate for the Eevee labs once I pick up a few more badges.

Marcus makes a mental note that Patrick's reason for using Eevee was a bit of a sore spot, and that even a member of the Shooting Stars might not quite be able to graduate on time. It would seem that the rigor of the school was nothing to sneeze at. Of course, in Marcus' very large mental notebook, he also adds a note about teaching Comiter Thunderpunch, especially after seeing the Cubone spin his club around so effortlessly. It certainly couldn't hurt the Cubone's capabilities...

Still, he had more important things to do, namely figuring out how Patrick wasn't graduating despite having all the resources at the Academy available to him.

"Oh come on, you have to have at least a year or two left, right? I'm sure you can graduate," Marcus says encouragingly, watching as Pix begins using Bubblebeam and other attacks against Patrick's Vaporeon, training accuracy against the completely immune Pokemon. "I mean, Varro would pay a grad a bit more, right?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Marcus makes a mental note that Patrick's reason for using Eevee was a bit of a sore spot, and that even a member of the Shooting Stars might not quite be able to graduate on time. It would seem that the rigor of the school was nothing to sneeze at. Of course, in Marcus' very large mental notebook, he also adds a note about teaching Comiter Thunderpunch, especially after seeing the Cubone spin his club around so effortlessly. It certainly couldn't hurt the Cubone's capabilities...

Still, he had more important things to do, namely figuring out how Patrick wasn't graduating despite having all the resources at the Academy available to him.

"Oh come on, you have to have at least a year or two left, right? I'm sure you can graduate," Marcus says encouragingly, watching as Pix begins using Bubblebeam and other attacks against Patrick's Vaporeon, training accuracy against the completely immune Pokemon. "I mean, Varro would pay a grad a bit more, right?"

If this were a traditional academy sure, but they care more for Gym Badges for their battling cantidates. Besides, I've already gotten nearly as much out of the Academy as I want. I've got a study abroad to Johto lined up for this summer to train with the Kimono Sisters, but other than that I've taken most regularly offered classes that are relevant to what I'm hoping to do.

For some people graduating is really important, he continued as his Umbreon slinked onto his lap. But I guess it's just not something I hold dear. I am the anomaly in this dorm though, and most people are here to go all the way. I assume you're looking to graduate as well? he asked, obviously interested in what you had to say.

[Arcran]

If this were a traditional academy sure, but they care more for Gym Badges for their battling cantidates. Besides, I've already gotten nearly as much out of the Academy as I want. I've got a study abroad to Johto lined up for this summer to train with the Kimono Sisters, but other than that I've taken most regularly offered classes that are relevant to what I'm hoping to do.

For some people graduating is really important, he continued as his Umbreon slinked onto his lap. But I guess it's just not something I hold dear. I am the anomaly in this dorm though, and most people are here to go all the way. I assume you're looking to graduate as well? he asked, obviously interested in what you had to say.

"That was the plan," Marcus confirms with a quick nod. "I figure with how young I am I've got a pretty solid chance of making it in time. Eight years is a long time, especially with trimesters," Marcus says, looking out over his team as they play. "But I suppose I'm saying that without ever haven taken a class here. We'll see if that's still the plan after Koon's course," Marcus says with a grimace. "Jun seemed to think I'd be lucky to come out of his class in one piece; is he actually that bad?"

[Prehysterical]

He had the tattoos of a servant class. I've never seen them in person before that, but mother has shown me drawings of them. Loops and loops around his eyes. He had the strangest Honedge I'd ever seen in my life. It extended like a whip. Bastard gave me this before I got away, she drew up her arm and showed you a scar. It was healed but still very visible, and you could tell it had been deep.

I intend to pay him back someday. A grim grin spread across her face at the thought.
As Senga describes the traitor, Angus's eyes widen in realization. "Albert...

If you want to pay him back, that will be a tall order. He's been trained by Pluto himself, the giant who wears crimson armor. He is a true bastard. I had a dream where he burned down our family's castle just to kill me. He disengaged from our duel and scorched me alive with his Dragon, damn him!" Sighing, he continues, "Until we know what exactly it is that the gods want of us, we need to avoid conflict with them. We are their worst fear, for we can stop their plans. They'll do whatever it takes to kill us and stop that from happening."