Pokemon: Region of Orre (M) [IC]

Loryn was wandering down a long dirt road. She wasn't really sure where she was going, or where she was at. The sun was hot above her, and her clothes offered little protection to the rays. Her skin was growing sunburnt from all of her time outside. I wish I had some sunscreen, she thought with a sigh. Sure, she had enough money from her previous show to buy some, but she usually only spent it on food and a room to sleep it. Her head snapped up as she heard fluttering wings above her.
"Oh Crobat! You scared me," she laughed sheepishly as the purple bat-like Pokemon flew to her side. "So, did you find anything?"
"Cro! Crobat!" he nodded quickly, and flew back up into the air. Loryn chased after her Pokemon. "Sheesh Crobat slow down!" she panted, but didn't slacken her pace as the rugged building came in sight. "The Outskirt Stand?" she paused just outside of the town that surrounded it. "I wonder if we could hold a show here?" she grinned at Crobat as he landed on her shoulder.

Kana Janeson sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily, keeping herself propped up with one hand. She stretched before standing up, realizing she'd fallen asleep on the couch. She walked out back to the shed, almost big enough to be considered a house, where she had the incubators for the pokemon she bred. She made sure no one had hatched, and all the pokemon she had in there to breed were happy and had food and water, before going outside and releasing her six pokemon. She set out the food bowls for the six pokemon.

Glaceon was the first pokemon she ever bred, being guided by her parents until a shipwreck took their lives. Not that it bothered her too much. Meganium was the first pokemon she'd seen her parents breed, from a little Chikorita up to her beautiful state now. Pidgeot had been her first pokemon to breed on her own, having worked very hard with him to get him to the state he is now. Then there was Litwick, who'd only hatched a month or two ago. Luxary and Houndoom were the only two of the team she caught, not something she did often. She sort of wished she hadn't, they were shadow pokemon.

She loved the two pokemon as much as she did the rest, but the thought of them saddened her slightly. Shadow pokemon had the doors to their hearts closed. She had caught them to breed them with the other two of the same species her parents had had, but she knew when she figured out they were shadow pokemon that wasn't going to work out as she'd hoped. She sighed as she picked up Litwick for a second. "Eat slower, Glint. You're going to get a stomach ache if you keep eating so fast." The young pokemon nodded, and she sat him back down. The sound of her voice was almost foriegn, she hardly spoke. Never to other humans when she did, only to the pokemon.

After they were all fed she let them run around for a bit, keeping an eye on Litwick, Luxary, and Houndoom. The shadow pokemon were normally alright at following orders, but they didn't always. So she kept an eye on them most of the time. She couldn't just lock them away, it wasn't their fault they'd been corrupted, as she put it, by those stupid humans. They hadn't chose it. She originally was going to release them, but some part of her wouldn't let her. She wanted to find a way to help them, though that was probably a lost cause. So she kept them around, and at least tried to keep them tame. At least she could help them by feeding them.

After a while of play time she returned the pokemon, and put away the food dishes. She fixed a grilled cheese for herself, and observed her almost empty cabinets, sighing. "Looks like I'd better head into town again... I'm running low on supplies. I really wish grocery stores delivered." She closed the cabinet doors and went to the bathroom, brushing out her mid-back length navy blue hair, which had two light blue stripes going from front to back. She picked up her black messenger-style bag and started walking on foot towards town, not really paying attention to which she was going to, not looking forward to the 'social interaction' that was unavoidable, since she'd at least have to talk to the cashier.

I slammed my fist down hard on the counter containing my order.

"I already payed for this!" I scream but not too loudly. The shopkeep just shakes his head in dismiss and does a hand action to say 'get lost.'

"How much do you friggin want?" I say, desperate for my order.

"Fifty," the man says with a grated voice. I hadn't actually heard I'm speak until now, and even so it's just one word. I flick through my notes to recover my note marked fifty. It was a strange currency here, completely different to mine and the price range was dramatically different, but you seem to earn more, so in fairness it's very similar.

I slam the note on the desk and the man slides it back with his forefingers, then pushes the parcel across the counted. I lift it up and heave it outside, not stopping to say thank you. I live on the other side of town so it's usually difficult for me to carry my machines from the shops which are mainly situated around the other side of town from my house. It's quite frustrating really. As I slam the door open with my foot I remember the lock on it has been broken for a few days now. The parcel lays on the floor now and a jump onto my sofa and snuggle down. My house is pretty straight forward, you got the entrance, and directly in front of the entrance is my living room, to the left I have my bedroom, and to the right is my kitchen, which also connects to the small bathroom I have. The only real distinction between the kitchen and the living area is a short stubby marble counter that sticks out among the rest. After some time of rest I take my parcel and slowly back up against the door that is opposite the entrance, on the other side of the living room, and then turn around to find myself going down stairs. The stairs lead down to where I conduct all my research, and store most of my rare stuff. I slump in the small leather chair I got a few weeks ago and lay the parcel on the long spacious desk in front of me. After grabbing the scissors I snip off bits of the tap slowly and carefully till it's revealed, a monitor/screen! Damn been waiting for one of these a long time. The system get's plugged into the monitor and on the screen sows three sets of numbers, each set with about 10 in. I quickly grab my notepad and write these numbers down, then rip of the area surrounding the numbers and stick it to my clipboard along with some other numbers. Usually this would take weeks to come up with 3 lines of numbers due to decoding and such, but being able to see them is a lot easier, unfortunately, it's still a slow process due to my choice of power, radiation, and kike I said before it takes ages to come up with something, so it's a matter of wait, come back and check, wait, come back, wait, come back, so on. The chair I sit on skids back as I propel myself back with my feet.

I grab my coat and put on my shoes and head out to work. I'm quite skilled at my job, but some people think I'm wrong to do it because I'm not religious. It's true I'm not, but being an exorcist mean I learn other skills, like swordsmanship. There isn't much else within that that you could use in a real life situation, but I think being able to handle a sword is one of the most handy traits you'll need.

I arrive at the city center, the chapel isn't far from here. I feel the cold air nip against my face as I walk through the cobble stoned streets.

(ooc - up for interaction)

Zephyr "Rider" Blitz
Of Alcohol and Battles

The day started out in an average way for me. I was just chilling at the bar chatting up some potential informants. I had learned that the mayor of Phenac was having an affair, that Pyrite Town was being run by criminals shocker shocker, and the bartender was having a brand new son. Other than that, nothing eventful had happened. "Arceus. It's boring as Hell around here." I said to the bartender. "By the by, congratulations on the brand new son. I'm happy for you." We clasped hands with the man and had a bro hug. "I'll take a mug of the special of the day." It was always a surprise. I like surprises. Seconds later the tender slammed down a mug. I picked it up and took a deep draft. It tasted much like pumpkins mixed with ale. "You know how to please a man, my good fellow." I gave a hearty laugh and let out a belch.

After several more drinks I noticed a specific news report..."Arceus dammit. That kids gonna get in trouble one of these days, and I'll be found out because of it." It was Seth. He was a cheeky little bastard, but he was alright with me. "Am I right, or am I right?" I gave a chuckle and looked at the man to my left. "He's one of my pals, that guy."

Like fifteen minutes later a short guy with crazy hair and giant boots came in and took a seat next to me. He ordered some rum and had a laugh with the tender. I'mma teach him a lesson in patience. I chuckled a little and just sat there stoicly until Seth finally cracked. "So, what you think of my newest addition? How about we test her out? Didn't really wait to see what she's actually capable of...yet."

I couldn't contain my laughter as I cackled. I'm a little buzzed...Nothing too big. "You, my man, are gonna get into some deep sh** one of these days, and we here at the Stand aren't gonna be around to shelter you." I started laughing some more, but quickly contained it. "That was some nice work right there. Maybe I WOULD like to see it tried out." I gave Seth a slap on the back and stepped outside, releasing my good old partner in crime: Seep. The Muk was pretty much silent, but I knew how to communicate him. It held out its fist, and I touched it with mine. "We're gonna have a little battle with Seth. How's that sound?" He gave a grin of approval. I called back into the bar, "Hey Seth! Get out here!"

Zephyr started off by critisizing a bit on how Seth was going to be caught in some actual trouble one of these days, without assistance from the crew at the Stand. Seth couldn't help but join in the little laugh with him. "Think I give half a Raticate's ass? Ain't a person on the continent able to step up to me." Seth replied sarcastically. Zephyr had let him know quickly that it was somewhat of a joke, by following up with a compliment on his successful snag. Seth was sure there was some sincerity in what he was told, about trouble comming his way.

The next thing the man stated was the acceptance to the battle offer, as he made his way out infront of the Stand. Seth slammed the second shot down, three this quickly with his little body mass was sure to hit him hard in a few. Seth however was use to going all out as turned to the bartender. "Hey new daddy, your gunna want to check this one out personally." He opened his mouth to continue but the impatient Zephyr called his summonings.

Stepping out into the coldness of the deserts night it didn't bother Seth any, even if he never wore a shirt. Looking at Seep, Zephyr's Muk, Seth laughed to himself. "Okay Sh**-Pile, you ready? Oh and Seep I bet you are too." With his not too original dis spoken, Seth removed the Master Ball from his chest. "Okay baby, let's see what you got!" He shouted tossing the ball high into the air. As it cracked open the Shadow Dragonair let out a roar that was far more dark and vicious sounding than the usual gracefulness of an ordinary one of the same name. "After you..." Seth restrained himself from finishing the line.

Loryn was feeling a bit nervous being in this part of town. The area seemed a bit shady. She jumped back as two trainers shouldered their way out of the little bar in front of her. One was a big, handsome looking fellow, and the other was a scrawny boy with crazy hair. She bit back a laugh, it just looked so foolish. It seemed that the two were about to engage in a battle. Curious, Loryn walked a bit farther away and sat on an overturned barrel, seemingly minding her own business. Crobat landed beside her, and she pretended to tend to a "bruised wing", but periodically looked up to check on the battle. She wasn't much of a battler herself, but perhaps she could learn some techniques to add to her show.

It was him; the lad who possessed such an audacity to pilfer an individual's Pokemon, in broad daylight. Maya deeply loathed such a man; it was a cowardly act, indeed it was. Oh, how she fervently sought to confront him; oh, how she longed to spurn him for such a trivial act.

'How dare he.. That dastard.'

Maya sighed, affronted by her thoughts; just considering the matter made her blood boil, oh so rabidly. In the meantime, she waited, although much to her chagrin, taking especial notice of his frivolous battle.

"Uh that place," I moan as the priest explains top me my job. I hate the outskirt stand, mostly because it's small, but I just have a profound hate for it. I'm not sure why, it's just the personality of the place. It lacks personality...

After making a quick stop at home to gather up some supplies I hop onto my Skarmory and take off to the sky's. The view isn't much, I'm not too high up, but still all I see is sand. The place is just sand sand and more sand, not like Jhoto, always trees and grass to lie your head on. I land near an inn on the edge of town which is close to a bar and an unsuccessful restaurant business and start to walk inwards. '13 Morgue street,' I keep repeating to myself. It definately sounds like death, morgue... Sometimes my job tires me out with all the travelling I'm forced into, but at the same time it's nice to see new places, except this place. I arrive at morgue street fashionably early and enter a small family home. Two people, a man and a women, come flooding towards me as I enter the room, one sobbing, the other one calm and collective, "glad you're here."

I sit down on a rather uncomfortable sofa and drink a cup of warm tea as the family tells me about the possession.

"She was in the garden one day, the next, the garden's filled with vines and she won't budge!" the women says. The man explains in further detail the personality of the girl, and that she likes to garden. Gotcha.

"You're daughter has made a deal with a blossom spirit and in return the spirit, or should I say demon, is keeping her in the garden as er end of the deal." This is a common one, all I have to do is break the deal, either by breaking her free or by killing the spirit. I take a closer look at the vines. Yes fireproof, my guess we'll have to kill this one.

"By the power of Christ, please bless me although with my sin, a non believer but desperate within." A hold my hand to my chest and out comes my sword. It's a beautiful thing, slightly bent like a samurai, but thin and sharp like a Katina, with jewels on the handle for decoration. With ease I plunge my sword into the vines and it instantly disintegrates, dropping the girl who is quickly gathered up by her mother and sent to bed.

It's late now so I decide to get a room, and ten I remember the inn where I landed. I head over to the site and buy a small room, although the bed isn't all that soft and the TV is a bit small. I flick on the TV to see what is on, although all there is to watch is a breaking story about some show off at a tournament stealing someone's pokémon. There's another of them shadow pokémon... I've always wondered if those shadow pokémon are the work of demons or man, it's a mystery to me, and honestly I don't care, they've never really harmed me or been of a threat to me, and they look as weak as any wild pokémon. I don't know if I'm overlooking anything. I shut my eyes and try to sleep.

Eventually Kana made it to town, though she didn't really look at anyone. She took the least busiest streets and headed straight to the store. She picked up a basket and started buying what she would need, though she couldn't get much since she had to carry it all the way home. After about fifteen minutes she went to the cash register. "Hello, how are you today?" The lady at the cash register asked.

"I'm fine..." Kana mumbled, putting her groceries on the counter to be rung up. After she'd purchased her items she put them in her own bag and walked out, and started looking around. She wasn't sure if there was anywhere else she needed to go, and she didn't want to make two trips. So finally she started walking around, looking at the different buildings to make sure they didn't trigger a need.

((OOC: 1st person is obviously Zephyr))

Battle Between "Friends"

I laughed at Seth' little joke. "You cheeky little bastard." The kid was a fiesty one. He was bound for greatness, I believe. "You can brag all you'd like, but we all know...I'M the best." I gave a wink. Admittedly the Dragonair was a bit intimidating, but it wasn't enough to phase a dashing rogue like me. "Seep, are you ready to take this chump down?" The Muk smiled and raised his fist back into the air, which I bumped with mine own. "Alright, let's do this! Sludge Bomb!" Seep began to launch countless balls of sludge at the Dragonair.

Glowing a bright white and surrounded by similar glowing rings, the Shadow Pokemon held it's ground against the barrage of sludge. 'Hmm, Safeguard, huh?' Seth thought to himself recognizing the technique instantly. "Nice try there, man! We'll just see about that! Let's start things of small." Seth replied directing his finger toward Seep. "Use Dragon Rage!" He then shouted as the jewel on Dragonair's neck began to shine. The Pokemon then let out a rather large yellow fire ball from it's mouth that crashed through the remaining Sludge Bombs. It hadn't taken his attention, but Seth did notice that a couple girls have started to watch the battle unfold as well. One who was tending to her Crobat's wing, and another who Seth could have sworn was looking at him, with a rather evil glare.

I was surprised that the over-grown worm could deflect Sludge Bomb. There was obviously a Safeguard at fault. Sneaky little bastard. The next thing I knew there was a yellow fire ball coming at Seep. I had about a second to react. "Seep, use Fire Blast!" The Muk launched out a flaming ball out to meet the opposing attack. "HaHA! Suck on that, shorty!" I raised my fist in the air in triumph. "Now, Seep, use Poison Jab!" Seep moved forward at a surprising rate with his hand glowing a pure purple. It gave a loud cry and jammed its hand into the side of his opponent, hoping to do a significant amount of damage.

The two attacks collided with a fierce wave of heated energy, canceling eachother out. As the warm air breezed across Seth's mostly exposed body it pushed his outstandingly white spiky hair back. His goggles made it so he didn't need to flinch from either the light nor the forceful wind. Then before Seth could react Seep had lunged forward with blinding speeds delivering a solid jab into Dragonair's side, sending the Shadow Pokemon sprawling across the ground and almost directly into the Stand itself. Shaking off the hit, Dragonair let out another terrifying roar signalfying it's anger. As it floated a couple feet of the ground. Seth removed his goggles and blinked at his Pokemon, which now had a deep red firey aura surrounding it. "Now you've done it, Rider, see you handle this one! Use Shadow Storm, now!" Dragonair whipped it's head around and lashed forward sending out a huge spiraling black tornado of dark energy that ripped through the ground heading to engulf the Muk.

Andrew rode on his rapidash, which he nicknamed Rocket. Rocket literally and figured gave him much needed warmth and light though the desert nights. Though the day, Rocket would take in heat around him, causing the air to cool, and during the night he would start giving off the heat. Rapidash also gave him comfort, and gave him fond memories of home.

This was not just a simple patrol, he began to enter an inn which he heard a man called Yuki was staying at. He asked the lady at the front desk to for his room number, and he started to slowly pass by each room by room on foot, until he came to Yuki's room. He started to knock on the door, hoping he wasn't already asleep.

A knock on the door.... Another client perhaps? It was pretty late at night, so it was difficult to remember things. I opened the door to view a young man who looked about 20 was at my doorstep, his uniform unfamiliar to me. I step into the corridor, shutting the door behind me, and realize I'm still wearing my work clothes. Ah well, they were pretty casual too, after all I refused to wear all the priest get-up. I stare at the man with a confused expression, trying to figure out his intentions, and I feel like I've lost my tongue for a second. When i retrieve it I begin to question the man on his motive here.

"Good day," I say, although we both know it's late, "I work with the exorcist group and I'm only staying here temporarily. Is there something you need?" I ask in a formal and refined voice, although my occasional yawn gives away that I'm not too formal on a day to day basis.

"Why, hello. I am Andrew Sol, and I just want to ask you a few questions on behalf of the the Team Magma, the organization I work with. I myself, and simply a representative for this region. May I come in?" he asked.

I look suspiciously at this representative of this Team magma. Strange group to be sure, although I had never heard of them before. I wave my hand signalling him to walk in and we both sit on two convenient chairs I hadn't really noted before. So he want to ask me questions, but why me? Have I done someting? or perhaps is it the job title and they require 'assistance.' I hoped not, after all I had my fulls at the time, plus I had my research to do.

I sit cross legged on the chair. The man is wearing casual jeans and a t-shirt he saw in the store the other day. Good choice. After studying him suddenly something springs to mind. If this is an organization then they have a goal... Perhaps it's dimension jumping? I had completely forgot about that, probably because I was so used to my usual life here. Still home would be nice, perhaps these guys were doing research about it.

"So what brings you here to me specifically?" I ask in a casual and un-suspicious voice, attempting to hide my curiosity. In a sense, there's really only two things he could be here for, my job, or the dimensions, but he wants questions. What does he want?

The battle continued to rage on for quite awhile, Muk had been enveloped by the twisting dark aura, and flinched momentarily. Only to recover quickly and leap forth with a powerful Body Slam. In it's enraged state Dragonair ignored the orders given by Seth, and recieved the full force of the slam. The two trainers continued to exchange blows against eachothers Pokemon. Until Seth got fed up with his Pokemon not obeying him. "Guess that's good enough for now." He spoke returning his Pokemon to it's place on his chest. Charmeleon who had been leaning against the Stand with his arms crossed growled in disappointment, he hated to watch Seth give up on battles, especially ones ment to see the full potential of his team-mates.

"That was a good one Rider, congrats on being such a sore loser." Seth spoke jokingly. He was now under the influence pretty heavily and wobbled over to his opponent quickly shaking hands with him. "Well I guess..." He paused to return his goggles onto his forehead. "Being it's 2:30ish I'mma going to head off to the Inn for the night. Catch ya in the afternoon." He continued gesturing his temporary fairwell.

Charmeleon followed his trainer towards the Inn, but Seth stopped when he neared the girl who had been giving him the stink eye the entire battle. "Got a problem? Or do you just like what 'cha see?" He asked coldly in a sarcastic tone, his nearly black green eyes glaring bitterly into hers. The girl had been watching the entire time, there was still the other who was tending to her Crobat, but she just seemed interested in the battle more than Seth himself. So he didn't pay her much attention, and waited for a reply from the stranger.

"Well, you are a man of many talents Yuki, you're able to use some sort of magic and from what we hear are researching worm holes. Although, you must be very far from home, I constantly miss Hoenn. If you don't mind me asking, where do you come from." he asked, purposely dodging the question.

Yes he does know my research, but how, I've always kept this secret. If this gets out any further surely mass hysteria could be caused, but this guy looks smart, he's trying to worm me into helping him, which in all fairness I can't refuse.

"Jhoto," I say, almost immediately. "So my guess is team magma want me to help them? Just for your information, I don't work for free, and perhaps if I was assisted with the research and given a bit of money I'd be happy to help out, although don't think I'm part of the team." I don't know why that came out, probably because of the suspicion I have that Team Magma need me. Perhaps this is beneficial to me, but it would have to be in my own time, and if they need me that badly, I'll surely be able to bend my way around, and surely make something that works for me and them, after all I'm still an exorcist.

"Of course I have a problem." Maya glowered, albeit calmly, briskly folding her arms, as a testament of her flagrant disbelief.

"I couldn't tolerate what you did in the Coliseum. Don't you even feel the slightest of pity for the trainer you stole from?" She remarked aggravatingly, with a slight crescendo in her tone of voice. Truth be told, Maya couldn't restrain her exasperation much longer than that.