[PKMN FULL] RéBURST ~RéBOOT~ [M] [IC]

LOCATION: NATURIA RESERVOIR ENTRANCE

Mauville had its fair share of wide-life, but none of it was like this. Mia now stood in a naturalistic haven, which was filled to the brim with luscious green plants and trees. The experience was made even better thanks to the combined efforts of the Pokémon, wind and gushing rivers, which if alone would've sounded incredibly boring, but together they created a symphony. She strolled along the dirt path very occasionally stopping to marvel at the scenery around her, before continuing on her merry way. After walking about ten feet away from the entrance, Mia realised that she had forgotten someone.

"I really don't think I should be doing this..." Cold hands found their way into her pocket and before she knew it, Mia had released her Feebas. He harshly glared at her, before changing his expression to a very blank stare. The Feebas then flopped around for a bit, before stopping dead in his tracks... Literally. A harsh wheezing sound was heard, as the Pokémon tried to gasp for air. How could she have been so stupid? The EPI (Electronic Pokémon Index) blatantly said that it was a fish Pokémon. And fish need water to breathe. Mia's mind scrambled for ideas, rapidly firing her hand into her bag to find a solution to her problem. Her hand gripped onto a largish container, which whooshed when shaken. She immediately pulled it out, before pouring some of its contents onto the suffocating fish.

As soon as water touched his rough skin, the Feebas flopped back into action. He seemed mildly happy, but it was difficult for Mia to tell. She considered putting him back into his Pokéball, but instead she wrapped her arms around his belly and back, lifting him high as high as her arms could manage (a feet off the ground). Awkward would be a great way to describe her next few movements. Mia turned her body so her face looked at the flora and then started to Krabby-walk leftwards, with her back hunched over. "You know, I thought that you'd be lighter," She hurriedly said to conserve oxygen, "Look at that... You're smiling." Mia was happy that the Feebas and she were finally bonding. The fish was smiling at her efforts to carry him.

However, while Krabbying along, Mia failed to notice the Rattata that had walked into her path. She squished the poor thing's tail, making it let off a ridiculously loud scream. It shocked her into dropping Feebas, who wasn't very happy about being back on the ground. But a much more imminent problem emerged. The once screaming Rattata was now incredibly angry, biting Mia rapidly in the ankles. She started to 'dance' around to avoid the Pokémon's bites, while also trying to pull the EPI out of her pocket. She eventually got it out, before quickly looking up the only Pokémon who was registered.

"Feebas, quickly use uh... Use tackle." The fish seemed very reluctant at first, but eventually he dived into the rat, knocking it slightly away from Mia. Rattata then started to charge the fish, knocking him over slightly as well. "Now uh... continue using tackle!" Mia commanded, much more confidently. Feebas continued to flop then ram, flop then ram repeatedly effectively trading blows with the rat. Mia decided that she may as well try her luck with a capture, so she threw in a perfect arc towards the Rattata. However, Feebas didn't like that she was going to try catch another Pokémon. So he jumped straight up into the air, breaking the ball in half with his tail.

This allowed the Rattata to escape, effectively ending the battle. If anyone was watching her terrible attempts at battle, they'd probably find it hilarious...

Ellie peeked one hand forward, letting the sunlight kiss her skin. A large straw sunhat blanketed her body with darkness- shadows that reached every fold and crevice of her white cotton dress. Meanwhile, her hand begun to unconsciously play with the light's reflection, fingers dancing in the sea air. The corners of her lips edged up into a natural smile as her mind drifted into mathematical calculations of one thing or another.

Suddenly, speakers blared with a raspy male voice which announced their soon-to-be-arrival. Ellie took a step outside of her hiding spot and walked across the deck. When she's right up at the banister, she first proceeded to stare at it. Her face screwed up with a mix of determination and concentration as she adamantly denied her germa-phobic tendencies. When she's convinced herself enough, she looked past the banister towards the approaching pier still keeping sufficient space between that object and herself.

The speakers blared once more- "Please return to your cabin's, the ship will be docking soon. I repeat, please return to your cabin until further notice." From the corner of her eyes, she spied three men in blue uniforms ushering people down the stairs. They approached her with the same prejudice but she quickly pulled out her cruise pass pronouncing each word with emphasis, "First. Class." They were words spoken with no room for argument else one wanted to receive a string of harsh words and half-shrieks only obtainable by a teenager.

"Alright, miss. First class gets to leave first so I guess there's no point you heading down..."

Ellie gave a nod of approval and returned her attention back to the approaching coast. The men have already become irrelevant information that she can discard from her mind. She spent the last few minutes on the ship enjoying the breeze and the sight of the shoreline. She might have even placed her hand down on the banister. Might.


Ellie stepped off the ship with nothing more than her red shoulder purse. She wasted no time and hailed down a cab the way she's seen it in the movies. It worked to no ones' surprise but her own and she slipped into the cabby with feigned experience. In a smooth motion she removed her ridiculously large hat and placed it aside, letting it take up the other two passengers' seats.

"T-to Professor Florence Tularosa, please."

Her voice wavered, giving away her nervousness.

"Right-o," replied the driver, his eyes observed her through the rear view mirror.

She escaped that eye contact by staring out the window. The driver rode through the streets with experienced turns, all awhile rushing past multicolored shop windows. Ellie had thought the streets had a lot of people but when they reached the square, she couldn't help but rudely stare with her mouth slightly agape at the little groups that gather around performers of every kind. Pokémon of every type and species littered the square with comfort, happy to be able to accompany their owners. Her thoughts had turned to her own Pokémon and she unconsciously began to nibble on her bottom lip. Her gaze turned to her fingers as she contemplates the coming journey.

"We're here!" He took joy in announcing it and Ellie gave a disapproving scowl.

"I'm the quickest in the city, I tell you," he adds proudly, clearly ignoring her look.

Ellie cocked an eyebrow and replied by handing her credit card for swiping without a word. After the transaction, she stepped out of the cab and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress. The hat has returned to the top of her head and her face is framed with a light shadow once again. She walked up to the woman she presumes is Professor Tularosa and cleared her voice loudly.

"Ah-hem."

Nami walked through the exit, into the Reserve. The door slammed behind her, but that was probably just how it was designed rather than any rudeness on the guard's part. After the noise of the door, the only sounds to be heard were bird and insect sounds, which lent the entire area a natural ambiance. She followed the dirt path, enjoying nature. Torchic was completely silent, but kept plodding behind her, looking sullen. Again, every time she offered to pick him up or return him to his Pokeball he refused, making that "no" expression. "Are you always going to be like this?" she asked.

Torchic gave no indication that said he had heard her. Nami sighed. They continued walking in silence, apart from the noises of the woods. I wonder what sort of Pokemon live in this area? she wondered, glancing around. Hearing a noise from above, she looked up. Sitting on a tree branch above her was a small green bird, which was glancing at her curiously. Aiming her Pokedex at it, she pressed the "Scan" button. "Natu," the Pokedex said. "The Tiny Bird Pokemon. Natu picks food from cactus plants, deftly avoiding buds and spines. It seems to skip about to move."

The little bird hopped down off the branch, onto the ground. It's adorable! I would love to catch it! she thought. But I suppose I have to weaken it first... Hopefully Torchic will listen to me for long enough to actually battle!

The Natu looked curiously at Nami. It was wondering why all these people were in the Reserve today. It's brother had been attacked by a girl with a fish, and had come back to their home soaking wet. Maybe this was one of those mean people! It had to attack to gain revenge on those evil humans!

The Natu's beak glowed white, and it seemed to elongate and sharpen. Then it came charging at her. Nami stumbled back, trying to avoid the little bird, but it wouldn't give up the chase. Nami tripped over a root that was on the road. Falling hard on her back, she saw Torchic standing beside her. It had that fierce light in it's eyes again, and was pulling her clothes, as if trying to get her to stand. She did, painfully, and saw Torchic standing between her and the Natu.

Torchic turned it's head. "Torchic, tor!" Does it want to fight? she wondered. "T-Torchic, use Scratch, I guess..." She hoped he would obey. Torchic immediately perked up. he charged the other bird, raking it with it's claws as it smashed into the Natu. The force of the impact sent both little birds flying (which is ironic because neither bird can actually fly). Nami cheered. Then she noticed the Natu getting up. "Torchic, watch out!" she yelled. Torchic raised his head, just in time to be hit with a Peck attack from the Natu.

Nami gasped as Torchic was sent sprawling. "Torchic, get up!" she yelled. Torchic struggled to his feet. "Come on! Do that Scratch attack again!" she commanded. Torchic looked at her, then nodded. It charged the Natu again, talon outstretched. But the Pokemon was ready this time, hopping backwards to avoid the attack. "Keep going Torchic!" Nami encouraged.

Torchic continued the attack, though Natu was consistently dodging each one. However, Nami noticed that with each attack the Natu dodged, the faster Torchic's attacks became. Looking at Torchic's ID in her Pokedex, she saw that it had the ability Speed Boost. So that's why it's so fast now, she thought. After a few more exchange's, Torchic's attack hit. Because of it's extreme speed the force behind the blow was very high.

The Natu was smashed across the path, where it hit a tree. Seeing the Natu was momentarily stunned, Nami reached into her pack and got one of her Pokeballs. Throwing it at the Natu, she watched as the ball hit it. It opened, and the Natu was sucked inside. Then she waited, seeing if the Natu had been caught.

Location: Outside

With all the furry of movement, smoke, and lights, Ellie's eyes twirled dizzily. When she tried to protest, not a word escaped her lips- speechless to the events. When it was all over, the deafening silence was interrupted only by the sound of cicadas. Ellie wasn't sure whether she should be clapping or running cabbing the laps that the Professor had demanded.

With barely a side glance at the other trainer, she gathered herself up and opened up the package. Six tiny pokéballs sit messily in the tussled box. She spied the pokédex and immediately placed in her pocket. It fit smugly; she had pre-arranged all her outfits to be tailored to the specific measurements of a pokédex.

The pokéballs, she gently tossed into her purse. Except for the one with an engraved fire-emblem. She held it tentatively in her hand and after a deep breath, she pressed the tiny button. A white light enveloped her immediate area and ponyta appeared into her vision with a flick of her mane.

Ellie cleared her voice with a small, "Ah-hem."

Ponyta pranceed forward with her head held up proudly. Her hooves making a satisfying "clop clop clop" sound.

"Er-" Ellie's voice took speed as she spoke. "Hello I am Ellie. Your new owner. Um, I need you to protect me and I'll er, give you commands so you get stronger-" Suddenly, to Ellie's surprise, her practiced speech was interrupted by the tingling of flames under her fingertips. Ponyta had nuzzled her face into Ellie's hand.

Ellie, taken back by the touch, pulled away for a second. Only for a second though as it had occurred to her that touching Ponyta's flames was probably a natural hand sanitizer; it'll burn away all the bacteria! With that realization her hands proceeded to run along Ponyta's body without discrimination as she had done with her estate's ponytas. Ponyta responds with a soft neigh, bathing in the pleasure of the attention.

The sun casted a light red glow as it sunk down over the horizon. "So I guess we'd better leave. Next stop is to find a sporting equipment store- we'll need a saddle, harnesses, a pokémart- we'll get started on riding training first. Return, Po!"

Po.

Sara Lain
Sara grabbed the pokeball and pokedex with her designated name on it. Unfortunately she was unsure how to use either, and settled with putting both devices in her bag. She payed attention eagerly, ready to go as soon as possible. As soon as she listened to everything, she immediately ran off into the city, not wanting to delay her adventure any further. Though she proceeded to get increasingly lost as time went on, and before an hour had passed she was frustrated. "Hey Sara!" She heard a familiar voice yell, "You look lost." Cinder had the same smile as before, and was drinking a hot coffee.

"I'm not lost!" She retorted, "I just took the wrong street is all."

"Well why don't you go north, out of this city, and maybe you'll get to where you need to go." He informed happily.

"I don't need directions." Sara replied curtly.

"I'll meet you at the boat, I'll wait till tomorrow afternoon before leaving." He waved and went back to shore without waiting for a word from Sara. Though he suddenly stopped and ran back, "I meant to leave mysteriously, but I think you might need this." He pulled the pack off his back and gave it to her. "Yours seemed to be very old and torn." With that he waved again. This time, Sara didn't even bother to say anything.

Sara looked north, and began walking until she was out of town. She saw the gates, and smiled faintly. It didn't cross her mind that Cinder knew where she was going.

She showed her card to the guard, who let her in. She carried both bags, and figured she should transfer contents. The newer bag had a few contents to her surprise. It had a note book, a swim suit, and a prepaid cellphone. Sara was confused by the items, and wondered why Cinder had given her anything at all. She opened the notebook and saw that it was filled with drawings and words.

The first few pages explained how to use a pokeball and pokedex. Quickly Sara pulled out both, standing to the side, out of the way of other trainers. "To release a pokemon, push the button on the front." There was a sketch depicting a beam coming out of the button, with an arrow showing where the beam was going. There was a not that said, "Do not point at self."

She looked at the ball and pointed it away from herself. Then she pushed the button. A red beam surprised her, and made her jump back in defense. In front of her stood a small feline pokemon. She read the journal, which explained to use the pokedex, though the instructions were too wordy and seemed overly complicated. Instead she reached out to pet the pokemon, "You're soo cute." She cooed, "I bet that makes you strong too." She pet the small pokemon, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

"Feebas, what was that all about?" Mia half-heartedly asked, sighing not shortly afterwards. She thought the battle was going so well and she could've already captured another Pokémon. Instead she lousily won her first battle by forfeit. Mia attempted to think of any reasons he'd have for blocking the Pokéball, but eventually came to the conclusion that there wasn't one. However, Feebas did have a motive behind his actions. The girl was going to replace him with a lousy Rattata and he just wouldn't flop for that. "Hmm... I think we need to do some serious bonding before we even think about battling anything again."

Weak arms once again found themselves lugging around a giant fish, although with a different approach. Mia thought that holding him upright and against her chest would be faster and easier. She was half right. It allowed her to walk at a normal pace, but her muscles strained under the Pokémon's weight. "Maybe giving you... a nickname will make the bonding process speed up. How about... Christophe?" Mia looked down at the fish, trying to judge whether he liked the name or not. It was quite obvious that he hated the name, having a scowl pointed directly at her.

"No... You're right; Christophe is a stupid name... What about Walter? Mark?" She continued asking the fish over and over for about ten minutes, going over every name she could possibly think of from A-9, until she found one that Feebas was at the very least okay with. "Know what, I think you look like a... A Vincent. Yep, that's your new name buddy. I can already feel the gap in our friendship becoming smaller." Mia enthusiastically and triumphantly shouted. Vincent rolled his eyes, but decided that he could have been called worse.

She continued to stroll along the path, passing another group of Rattata (for a nearly extinct Pokémon, they sure are abundant here) as well as a girl with short, light-brown hair who had just caught something. Mia wanted to say something, but she was scared that the girl may force her into a battle (which she'd inevitably lose). As she walked through the forest it started to gradually get darker, making it hard for her to see just about everything.

NATURIA RESERVOIR DEEP WOODS

The once pleasant smell of the forest was turned into something else completely. Rotten, putrid scents invaded her nostrils, causing her to block them. Mia carefully placed Vincent onto the ground, before pulling out his Pokéball. She was rather envious of him having a portable smell-proof room all to himself, but she wasn't going to force him to inhale the 'toxic' air. So she returned him into his Pokéball, quickly putting it back into her pocket afterwards. The smells mixed with the darkness made this a pretty bad experience for Mia as she tried to fumble her way through.

Unfortunately, after about five minutes of stumbling through the dark, Mia found something... with her face. She had tripped on a tree's root, sending her face-first into a large, disgusting, gooey plant of some-kind. But that wasn't the worst of it. The impact caused multiple spores to bounce off of the plant's leaves/petals/whatever the hell it had, which enshrouded her face and upper body. Mia immediately pushed herself up and away from the plant, but the spores mush have had some kind of chemical in them, because not shortly after getting away from the plant, she fell to the ground, completely knocked out.

Nami watched as the Pokeball shook once, twice, three times. There was a pregnant pause. Then, finally, she heard a click and a ding. Yes, I did it! she thought. Running over to the ball, she picked it up. Minimizing the ball, she placed it onto her belt. The belt had spots like magnets that allowed Pokeballs to be attached to it. I'd better not use it until I can heal it at a Pokemon Center, she reasoned. Until then it was proably best to keep it inside it's ball.

Kneeling down to Torchic's level, she gave it a big smile. "We did it Torchic!" she exclaimed. Torchic puffed itself up, giving her an expression that was smug, almost saying, "Of course we did silly girl. Did you expect anything different?" She laughed.

She was about to stand back up when she saw a girl pass her, following the same path she had been following before the battle. She had wavy, light-brown hair, and glanced momentarily at Nami before walking on, saying nothing. She was... carrying the ugliest fish Nami had ever seen. Why in the world is she carrying a fish? she wondered. Doesn't it have a hard time breathing? Deciding to follow the girl and ask her, she set off down the dirt path.

The trees were getting thicker and thicker with every step she took down the path. Then she noticed the smell. It was putrid. Torchic didn't even seem to notice the smell. "Do you even have a sense of smell?" she asked him, holding her sleeve over her face. Torchic looked at her, then shook his head. Birds couldn't smell very well. Most of them anyway. Nami sighed. "Well aren't you just sooo lucky?"

They continued walking. The dirt trail seemed less maintained here. There were leaves all over the path, and plants had spread their tendrils everywhere. I hope this forest doesn't continue for much longer, she thought. It's awful. Glancing down the road, she saw someone lying on the path, face down in some kind of plant. Running up to the person, she saw that it was that girl she had seen earlier on.

"Hello?" she said, wondering if she could even hear Nami. "Are you alright?" When she didn't respond, Nami gasped. She knelt, and started rocking the girl. "Hey, wake up!"

Nothing happened. Torchic, being the practical bird that he was, knew a surefire way to wake her. Standing next to her, he readied his attack. His foot glowed white, and then he kicked the sleeping girl as hard as he could, knowing that noone could sleep through one of his attacks.

"WAAHHHOOOO~~"

Having broke the sound barrier, Noel held her breath as she was dragged gleefully under the water by the Milotic. The snake dragon swam under as Noel clung, laughing excitedly as they burst back up. Noel stroked Kepi's scales, still giggling loudly and without much breath. "Kepi, we're almost there!" Kepi only crooned, taking great care to swipe Noel's wet hairs out of her eyes. "I'm already soaked, Kepi! Wait 'till we get there."

Kepi trilled. "Your father was just as messy," she seemed to sigh and Noel only giggled, stroking her scales.

"Let's go, go go! We're late!" Kepi let out a sigh and let out a cheering cry as she swam past a boat. Noel waved excitedly up at the sailors. "Hi everybody!" she shouted. "Don't mind me! Just going to that island!"

"Wouldn't it be easier to hop on here?" A sailor asked as she was pulled under again.

Noel thought about it as she rose over them on the Milotic's head. She rubbed her chin with a thoughtful grin and then nodded. "Yeah, of course that would be the easy way," she agreed. "But easy isn't always fun!" Milotic tore off again and she screamed, giggling insanely. "See you later!"

The man sighed. "Well that kid was... strange."

...

"Ooh... I am soaked!"

This did not bother Noel in the least. She just felt like it was important to announce the obvious to the world. Because what if they did not observe it? Blasphemy. Or simply poor observational skills. Either was dangerous, especially to a religious man like her grandpa.

She waved at Kepi, gesturing to the Pokeball she carried. She had to send her Papa's Pokemon back to him. It would be rather rude to travel around with this super strong Milotic and Flygon as a new trainer after all. Not that they wouldn't listen to her, but... well that was exactly why she couldn't keep them with her, wasn't it? Kepi gave her a croon of dismay and then went inside the ball. It landed harmlessly on the ground while she squeezed excess water from her shirt. Picking her up, Noelani sighed softly.

"This is gonna be awesome," she told herself. Because it was, no doubt about it. She just wished she had picked up on it at ten, like she meant to. Oh well, things had happened. "Watch out Papa," she told no one in particular. "I'll be as awesome as you are... without all that silly stuff." Withdrawal was rather gross, apparently. She didn't remember his process all that well.

With a delighted grin, she started walking, headed towards what might be a Pokemon Center. The drop off was done with little fanfare (barring her father sticking his tongue out at her like a little kid, but her dad was a squishy kid when he wasn't beating people over the head for dropping ancient tablets and being all ERRMYGAWD over the many wonders that were Unown writing swear words in the middle of ruins) and she was soon running out the door and nearly getting herself lost.

"YAY, adventures~"

Yes you would say that, wouldn't you Christmas girl?

What, the Pokemon world doesn't have Christmas? For shame.

"Run, run, run~" She really needed to quit this habit of singing nonsensical songs. they weren't going to be hits. Running down the street, streaking past slow people and other people with Pokemon, oi, she really was late, Noel ran further and further, avoiding a very rude Farfetch'd.

"Oh~"

What was this exclamation about?

Why, she had caught sight of the fountain! The Rayquaza fountain~ Noel loved legends as much as she loved Krabby cakes, which, in thinking about it, was mildly disturbing. But anyway, she could not stop herself from admiring it a moment, before noticing the random two ladies in the square. Pulling her messy hair back to drip all over her back instead of her face, she went over to them. Was that coffee she smelled? Maybe~

"Hi!" Her chirp was mildly comparable to a Pidgey's. "I'm Noelani! You... called for someone like me here, right? Ooh... COFFEE."

Not that she needed it, but it was the spirit of the thing.

LOCATION: ???

Mia found herself standing in absolute nothingness. There were no walls to keep her confined, no windows to shine sunlight through, nothing but her. Where was she? How'd she get here? The questions rattled around in her mind, but she feared she'd never be able to find out the answers to them. A shadowy figure poofed its way into existence, with dark wisps coming off of its body. It looked masculine, but no facial features or structures were visible at all. The figure turned away from her, walking slowly into the distance.

Mia tried calling out to it, but no sound came out of her lips. It very briefly shocked her, but now wasn't the time for wondering why her voice was gone. Mia had to decide whether or not she followed the shadow, before he disappeared or something else happened. There was nothing else she could've done, so Mia decided to chase after it. The shadow came to a complete stop, apparently waiting for her to catch up. But as she ran, the entire area around her started changing with her every step. The nothingness was replaced by paper-white trees and fences. The blank ground suddenly felt livelier, with ever-growing white grass rising up to her shins. The closer she got the more detailed the world became, but that wasn't the only thing that changed with her movements.

Mia's body became more compact with each passing footstep, with her limbs and head following suit. Clouds formed over her head as she ran on, nearly there now. But the figure faded away before she could reach it. This caused colour to shoot into the world, brightening up the once dreary place. She looked at her new environment and felt a bit of Déjà Vu. Mia knew this place, but she just couldn't put a finger on where she now was. However, her strange nostalgia was interrupted by a very familiar rustling. She turned her dainty little head to see her greatest fear on a larger scale.

A 20ft tall Bellsprout towered over Mia, quickly swinging a vine whip at her. She silently screamed as fear took over her body, barely allowing her to avoid the giant. Angered that its target wasn't crushed, the Bellsprout started to shoot Bullet Seeds at Mia, each one being about twice her current size. They fell all around her, boxing her into a large circle. Sproutzilla lowered its head above the ring, getting lower and lower until... It vanished completely. Her environment changed once more, but it was too dark to actually tell where she was.

But, standing over her was a pair of shadowy figures who were locked in combat. Their fighting was fierce, with what appeared to be blood falling out of the both of them. However, something else caught Mia's attention. A soft voice in the back of her head called out to her, "Hello? Are you alright?" The voice worried. A couple of seconds after she heard the voice, the ground started to violently vibrate. "Hey, wake up!" The voice commanded, much louder this time.

LOCATION: NATURIA RESERVOIR: DEEP WOODS

A very hard kick from a very small bird was the thing that woke Mia, causing her to be very confused with her surroundings. After briefly wincing in pain, she pushed herself up to see the concerned face of the girl she saw much earlier. She then wiped whatever sludge she had on her face onto the ground, before finally speaking. "Oh... Hello?"

Through clenched teeth, Mikoto let out a sound that fell somewhere between utmost excitement and the release of a heavy tension. He fell toward the water and fished the floating PokeBall out and into his hand. Thrusting it into the air he excitedly yelped, "I caught a Larvitar!" He then turned his attention to the dusty-haired guy in front of him that he swears he didn't notice moments before despite his pleading and yelling to... not capture Larvitar, he thinks is what the boy said. As the boy turned his head upward, Mikoto recognized him as Jeff Miles and was suddenly taken aback by his beautiful sharp green eyes. Mikoto stared into them a moment too long and jumped back to reality, almost dropping the PokeBall onto the Eevee's head. He latched it onto a holster at his hip, scratch his head and turned away.

"So, uh..." Mikoto started nervously, "About that Larvitar..."
Jeff's mouth gaped open as the pokeball stopped shaking and Mikoto -seemingly- ignored him to pick it up. "All that work...for nothing..." His trance of disappointment was ended when Mikoto stared at him for a moment and fear for the pokemon returned. "That Larvitar's hurt, you gotta get it to a pokemon center Mikoto or it might..." The thought moistened his eyes a bit before he blinked it away, he was about to ask the other boy if he remembered which way was out when he felt something pinch his ankle. "Ow! What the hell!" He turned around and saw two Rattata that he swore were wearing a red hat and a green hat until he rubbed his eyes.

Realizing the reserve had decided to try even harder to ruin his day a steely look crept into his eyes and in his own imagination a fire flared from his head momentarily. Jay pointed at the Rattata while Romanov took two steps towards them. "I've had it with this place, I thought it was some beautiful place where I'd catch a new rare pokemon but no...my name is Jeff Miles and I can take whatever you throw at me you stupid reserve!" For the moment he wasn't thinking about Mikoto and was prepared to battle both Rattata alone.

Very badly did Mikoto ache to console the young fellow in his presence in a feeble attempt to perhaps get to know him, but the boy's disappointment in having his capture stolen from him quickly melted into what seemed like an inherited heated passion for battling. Mikoto noticed Jeff's partner Pokemon standing just in front of him all of a sudden. He could whip out his PokeDex again but considering the trouble it required to retrieve it amongst his bagged supplies, he decided against it. Instead, he called upon his Eevee, however, the Pokemon seemed to distract with something poking out from beneath the surface of the lake water. "Eevee, get over here!" The Eevee still hesitated to come, ignoring Mikoto completely. "Eevee! Eevee! God dammit, KIRARA!" Mikoto shouted the ambiguous name loud enough to silence the chattering Rattata and disturb birds nesting in the nearby tree. The Eevee perked up immediately and hurried to Mikoto's side. He stared oddly at the Eevee, but was satisfied with the apparent nickname he had just tagged the Pokemon with. "Kirara..."

After mulling over the name for a moment, Mikoto stepped up to Jeff's flank and tried to mimic his agog disposition, though he ended up just making himself stand in an awkward stance with his legs spread at an inane angle. Instead of making himself look a fool in front of this boy, he stood straight and called for Kirara to fall in line with Munchlax. The Super Rattata Bros. looked on toward the Pokemon, smirks rising on their faces. These Pokemon look like they're about to have a hey day with us... how embarrassing. Mikoto stole another longing glance at Jeff and attempted to ape his solid, unbroken expression, but again found himself looking a fool pulling an odd collection of grimaces and sour face twists.

"Alright, Kirara - ready?"

Jeff stared at the Rattata Bros. waiting for them to make a move, if he was gonna battle both of them at once he'd have to open with counter to stand a chance. His look of grim determination melted into one of surprise when Mikoto shouted angrily at something. Jay couldn't help smiling a bit at Eevee ignoring him until the nickname was thrown at it, and it caught it proudly before assuming a battle position next to Romanov. The Munchlax smiled and waved happily at his fellow pokemon before stuffing the sitrus berry back in his fur for safe keeping.

Jeff noticed Mikoto had been observing him again when he prepared to battle the Rattata. "Sorry about that, I haven't really been having that great a time since I got here, got a little sick of all the 'unfortunate events' plaguing me. Kirara huh? Nice name, looks like we got ourselves a double battle, when Romanov gives the opening go in for an easy hit." Jeff scrutinized the Rattata Bros. for another few moments before deciding on an action, if they seemed a little goofy, they might not be right in the head. "Oh no, is that the Ratstool Princess, Princess Pecha being held hostage over there by the evil fire breathing Shuckle king?" The Rattata turned and jumped in place, ready to save there true love from any evil that may-and there's nothing there. Suddenly pudgy oaf appears! The shorter and rounder Rattata bro was blindsided when Romanov picked it up, stared at it vacantly for a moment, and licked it's face. Ugh yuck...it's like fighting Venom...oh wait that's cousin Arachnatta. Was all that could make it through the haze of shock at being licked in the face in the poor Rattata's mind.

As Romanov was teasing one Rattata by stringing it up by its tale and playfully licking it, the other was trying to bat at Romanov with its tail and nipping at Munchlax's partially concealed feet. Mikoto sighed and rolled his eyes. "Not all that much of a fight, now is it? Kirara, rush that ugly thing with Tackle!" The fox Pokemon darted forward, skirting its tail just before Romanov and knocking the Rattata away, then scooted along to proceed with its attack. Kirara's head slammed into the soft gut of the miniature rat and it was sent flying a few feet. The rat seemed surprisingly resilient, as it stood back up after such a strong hit. Uh-oh...

The rat came zooming back across the rocky ground, its body seeming to multiply as it moved in zigzag formations, stirring up dust and debris. The rat followed through with a sharp Quick Attack to Kirara, sending it rolling into Romanov. The two Pokemon ended in a heap, the first Rattata having been lobbed into the air like a rag doll. After returning to the ground, the two rats came together once again and chatted quietly about their next plan of action, as this was only a temporary ceasefire and soon enough, they would have to go on the offensive yet again! These two Normal-type oppositions seemed to be a little much for their ratty dispositions to handle...

The Rattata dangled helplessly in the air, too much blood had rushed to its head for it to fight back any longer. "Wow...for suck a weak move lick sure is effective when you get the drop on your opponent..." The seemingly 'sure-thing' ended abruptly when Kirara crashed into Romanov and sent the elder rat sailing over to its brother, luckily Romanov and Kirara's softness stopped either of them from being hurt too much. As their pokemon regained their footing Jeff couldn't help studying the Rattata Bros. chittering away at each other as if forming a battle plan. He looked over to Mikoto and shurgged. "Wow, they sure are a couple of goof balls for an endangered species aren't they? Hmm...that gives me an idea, what better way to deal with a random opponent than a touch of unpredictability.

Romanov nodded and began to happily wag the index finger on each of it's hands in a rhythmic motion, matching it's movements with happy little sounds. After about 20 seconds of the strange little dance the Munchlax stopped and hunched over as if it had indigestion. Jay was about to ask what was wrong when Romanov began another dance, this time much more violent and spastic, holding his throat all the while. After a few more moments of struggling Romanov turned towards the Rattata Bros. and opened it's maw, spewing forth fire in a flamethrower that was a bit of a double edged sword. If Munchlaxes didn't have such powerful insides for eating almost anything Romanov might have been doing more harm than good.