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Old 1 Week Ago (9:13 PM).
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Shelby Hampton

Shelby took Ivrant’s hand, hoping that hers wasn’t sweaty. She’d had enough embarrassment for one day. She glanced at the shop window again as he spoke and felt her spirits fall a bit. Ivrant had such an… interesting day. And all she had done was mope around at the library. The only good thing about that was that she had met Dorothy. She hadn’t battled anyone (she had never been in a battle, period) or caught a new Pokemon today. She hadn’t done anything of importance all day.

“S-Sounds like you’ve had an eventful day! I haven’t really done much today. I mean, I’ve met two people today so that’s better than normal…” She trailed off, her cheeks flaming as she realized how much of a loser she was making herself sound like. Could she be any more lame? She cleared her throat and looked down at the Roselia, smiling when he bowed.

“I have a lot of siblings. Six, actually. The house would be pretty chaotic when we were all there.” Shelby fiddled with her bun and let out a small squeak when the door to the shop slammed open. Audrey stormed out empty-handed. Shelby let out a small sigh of relief, knowing that they still had money. She looked up at her sister, who was a few inches taller than her, and felt terrified at the furious look on her face. What could have happened in such a short amount of time?

“U-Um, Audrey? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s just peachy, Shub,” Audrey huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. A few curled strands of copper hair fell into her face as she glared at the shop window. “I just had a bit of a disagreement with the shopkeeper because I felt that he was charging a bit too much for terrible products.”

“Not everything can be held to your standard of perfection, Audrey.” Shelby sighed and looked apologetically at Ivrant. “This is my sister Audrey. If you can’t tell, we’re twins. Audrey, this is Ivrant.”

“Pleasure to meet you. If you’ll excuse me and my sister, it’s getting late and we have a big day tomorrow.” Audrey grabbed her sister’s hand and started pulling her away. Shelby flushed and gave a flustered wave as she was dragged away for the second time today. She let Audrey ramble on about what she thought was poor customer service until they had to part ways at their dorms. She gave her sister a quick hug before retreating to her room, where she released Cream from her Pokeball.

Today hasn’t been a total drag like I thought it would be...
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Old 1 Week Ago (11:42 PM). Edited 1 Week Ago by Megaman765.
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Ivrant Lehort

"Oh uh, Nice to...meet... you..." Ivrant blinked as she was gone just as fast as he had met her... geez she really was getting dragged around alot! Well, maybe he'd bump into her again. Ivrant had just taken note to how late it was getting. He was originally going to check out the store but it might be better to get to the dorms before it got too dark... besides, the store owner already seemed pretty darn heated after whatever happened in there. "Need to be up and early for classes tommorow... might be good to get as much sleep as I can." Ivrant said to himself as he started his walk from town back to his proper dorm. It was quite a long walk though... He made sure to have his hand ready to send out his Pokemon just incase he ran into more wild Pokemon.

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Thankfully for Ivrant, the trip back was more or less harmless and it was already starting to get dark. The outside was getting quieter as other students around the dorm seemed to have similar ideas or were just wandering around the dorm in their Pajamas to grab some food before heading off to sleep. Ivrant felt out of place still dressed in his beach wear... he also quickly realized just how tired he was. As soon as he made it back to his room, Ivrant didn't hesitate to toss his sandy clothes to the side and hop into the shower. Suddenly he felt a wonderful feeling of relief ride along his spine as soon as that hot water poured down on him. It was only going to get even busier tomorrow.
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Old 1 Week Ago (8:18 AM). Edited 1 Week Ago by Wawi2018.
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    After the training which drained their energy, The human-Pokémon trio, which consisted of Soul, Mimikyu and Rockruff, were walking towards their dorms. Still, Soul was drown in his void of thoughts, unaware of the surroundings. The rock pup was walking with him, sniffing down the ground while the Pikachu cosplayer was gazing around, looking for a thing which would interest it. As moon passed by the clouds, The grass rustled, finally snapping Soul out of his thoughts.

    "Get ready guys..."

    Soul informed his friends as the two Pokémon got into an alert stance. It seemed that they would thrash anything which would appear out of it. But, The trainer received nothing but a hit straight in his face. A coconut was thrown right at his face from the grass. "Oww... What the..." He trailed off in the last part because of the pain. The poor boy was holding his nose in pain, tightly closing his eyes. His teeth were gritted to endure the pain. Mimikyu was alerted, looking at the grass, his bead black eyes glowing yellow while Rockruff started to bark towards the source of the coconut. His day couldn't get any worse. Almost getting a ticket to heaven in the attack of Dhelmise, Late arrival in his first day, A Wood Hammer and now... A Coconut shot.

    The attacker jumped out of the grass, who seemed to shadow the moon which was now clear. Mimikyu was gazing at the attacker while Rockruff stopped barking, glaring at the attacker. Soul opened his right eye a little to see the attacker. It was a black-and-white lemur, wearing a half-coconut helmet. "A Passimian?" Yes, He was right. It was indeed a Passimian .


    "We have a battle... guys. Mimikyu! Wood Hammer! Rockruff! Fire Fang!"


    Ignoring the pain or atleast trying, Soul issued his command to attack. The Passimian wasn't fazed a least as it seemed to wait. Mimikyu's tail was cloaked in solar energy, extending to the shape of hammer while Rockruff bared his fangs which was ignited in burning flames. Without a warning, They lunged at their target. It seemed that they are landing a hit. But, The Passimian was a clever one.

    With a jump, Passimian evaded the moves. But the actual thing was, Mimikyu struck Rockruff with Wood Hammer while the latter bit the former with Fire Fang. The cosplayer was lucky, The neck of his disguise tilted towards the side as an eerie aura surrounded it. Thanks to the ability 'Disguise', Mimikyu got away with no damage. But, The poor Rockruff took a great damage from the supereffective move as he was sent rolling back to Soul. The trainer's temper bursted out as Passimian seemed to be uninterested. The trainer rushed to his Rockruff's side, stroking his fur.

    "Sorry bud. My fault."

    Rockruff put on a smile, licking his partner's cheek. "Kyu. . . " Mimikyu muttered an apology to the rock pup which the latter accepted without a bit of hesitation.

    Soul stood up, his sapphire eyes gleaming in the moonlight. His eyes were narrowed and locked at the lemur which was cautious, ready to battle. "You are a skilled one. . . I admit. But, I'm going to get a payback for what you did." Soul gripped a Poké Ball. "Lets catch it! Go! Poké Ball!" He was about to fling the capture device. But, His bad luck followed him wherever he went. He stepped on his untied lace which got untied. Only the Arceus knew how it occured. Tripping, Soul managed to throw the Poké Ball and regained his balance. But, The Poké Ball missed the lemur by half a metre. This act seemed to disappoint the Passimian, its lips curving downward into a frown. The human had disappointed it. It had thought that the trainer was capable to train it. But, He wasn't even able to aim his Poké Ball. The wild Pokémon didn't see that the human tripped. Passimian are known for their traits to regard trainers who throw Poké Balls like professionals as a skilled trainer. But, If a trainer fails to throw the sphere well, They regard him/her as an unskilled trainer.

    The Passimian climbed a tree before hoping from one tree to another, fleeing the scene. A sigh escaped Soul's lips, his attention turning to his friend, Rockruff. He needs to visit the Pokémon Center.

    [Note: Don't regard this as a wild battle. Just displaying Soul's bad luck at times.]

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    After a short walk, Soul healed his Pokémon in the Pokémon Center. Now, He was out of the Pokémon Center, having his Rockruff return to his Poké Ball. "An exhausting day, Isn't it?" The answer was a nod from his partner, Mimikyu. They were walking back to their dorm. On their way, They noticed a girl who wore a blue-focussed attire. She seemed to be going to the Pokémon Center. Who knows . . . Maybe, She could be in a familiar situation. "Alola! A student, huh?" Soul asked as He took a pause to have a small chat. Mimikyu climbed to his partner's head, eyes fixed on the girl. "I'm a student of the Trainers Academy. I'm Soul Datheon. Nice to meet ya!" Soul added in. After she speaks, He would look at the sky. "It seems already late. See ya later!"

    After getting her name, He started to rush towards the Suicune Dorms. If Rockruff sensed a Lycanroc around, He would let himself out, demanding a battle to his evolved forme. Soul wouldn't like to heal multiple times frequently. The Nurse Joy might have other things to do. With these thoughts, He rushed to his dorm.

    Reaching his room, He threw his bag away and removed his dorm jacket, leaving him in his black T-shirt. He fell on the bed, facefirst to the pillow as Mimikyu snuggled to him. It was an exhausting day. Time to sleep like a log!

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    Old 1 Week Ago (9:58 PM).
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    Lucas struggled with the bookshelf as Donna and Ace continued rolling around, viciously battering each other. This made it especially hard to lift a bookshelf, which wasn't very light, difficult. The two Pokemon would bump into Lucas's legs, disrupting his balance. Lucas looked at Aaron, who was still hiding behind pillows, a pleading look in his eyes. Aaron shook his head, then flinched when the bed shook. Ace had been launched into it, all 41 pounds of him launched into the wooden frame. Lucas sighed as he heaved against the shelf. He took a step, but slipped on a book that had fallen from the bookshelf. He fell, barely being able to catch the bookshelf and keep it from landing on his chest with its full weight. He slowly started pushing it back up and getting out from under it.

    As Ivrant was in the middle of getting dressed in the nearby dorm, He ended up hearing that loud crash. Well yikes! That was just asking for some sort of attention! Pjamas would have to wait he supposed. Ivrant grabbed Dynamo's Pokeball , let him out, and ran on over to the source of the noise. Ivrant was dressed in a light t-shirt and black shorts. Not the most decent but it was bed time he hardly cared. Once Ivrant got to the door, he knocked on it just to make sure he wasn't overreacting or anything. ""Hey you alright in there? Ivrant asked as he knocked a few more times.

    Lucas looked at the door in confusion. Was someone knocking? He thought. Lucas shrugged and put the shelf down to go check. He opened the door a crack, not wanting to let the person on the other side of his door see the chaos that was his room. "Hello? I'm all right in her-" Lucas was interrupted by Donna being rammed into the back of his knees, causing him to fall over, the door swinging open. It didn't hurt, but it was unexpected. Great. Now he's gonna see the shelf, and Ace and Donna, and then he's gonna want to help. Can't I just have some alone time?

    Ivrant backed up a bit when he saw him get bumped out. Dynamo was standing beside Ivrant watching the two Pokemon rough housing around judgmentally. "Crazy first day I guess?" Ivrant said, taking note of the fallen shelf.

    "Yeah." Lucas responded. " I don't know how this fight got started, but I think they managed to knock over the shelf." He gestured to the brawling Pokemon. Just remember: Act normal. Normal people introduce themselves. "I'm Lucas by the way." He said reaching his hand out for a handshake.

    "Heh. Rowdy mon I guess. I'm Ivrant." He said, reaching a hand out to shake his. "My room actually isnt too far from here. I heard the crash from inside of it! Oh and uh, this here is Dynamo." Ivrant said, looking down to his Rosellia companion. Dynamo looked up at Lucas and gave him a small formal bow.

    "I see," Lucas said, shaking Ivrant's hand. "I think that once I get my shelf back up I'll be able to calm my Pokemon down. It's surprisingly difficult to lift a heavy bookshelf when you have two raging Pokemon bumping up against your leg every few seconds, throwing off you balance." Lucas walked over to the shelf and asked, "A little help?"

    "Oh uh, yeah. Dynamo wanna give us a bit of leverage? This is looking pretty heavy" Ivrant asked. Dynamo grinned and moved up to the bookshelf . The Rosellia hopped onto a higher up spot to get a better angle at the Bookshelf, shooting out its vines to assist in pulling up the shelf while Ivrant Picked it up to help Lucas put it back into place. "Steady..."

    Once they got the shelf upright, Lucas exhaled and thanked Ivrant. Lucas turned his attention to Ace and Donna, who were now circling each other. Lucas pulled out Donna's Poke Ball, got ready to return her, but when he hit the button, Donna leapt toward Ace, dodging the beam of red energy. "D**n it!" He muttered under his breath as the Pokemon continued fighting.

    "Geez they really don't like eachother..." Ivrant thought to himself. He debated if he should step in or not but it seemed that Dynamo already was about to take action. Once he had a proper shot, the Rosellia shot out both of its vines to hold back the two Pokemon with an unamused expression on its face.

    "So improper... have you no respect for those around you? Such a mess..." Dynamo spoke out to the two mon. Though perhaps wrapping a fire Pokemon with vines wasn't such a smart idea. Dynamo always had to step in to be the hero. Ivrant had a feeling this would get him mixed into all sorts of trouble in school.

    Donna looked at the Grass-type Pokemon in anger. She raised a claw and scratched through the vine that held her. "Nobody grabs me like that!" She proceeded to launch herself at the Roselia, her head slightly glowing. Ace struggled against the vines as he watched Donna break free and attack the opposing Pokemon.

    At least one of them was calming down! The Rosellia retracted its cut vine back and braced itself for the incoming attack. It didn't want to go as far as to use something like Stun Spore and cost this guy a trip to a Pokemon Center. Ivrant certaintly wouldn't be happy with that so The Rosellia took the blunt of the blow. "Hnggh... rude as it may be to grab a lady, I'd rather not have a mess before sleeping." Dynamo replied, bracing itself for a potential battle.

    Ivrant meanwhile nudged Lucas. "Now's your chance if your gonna return em"

    Lucas jumped when he felt Ivrant nudge his arm. "Oh. Right." Lucas took Donna's Poke Ball from his belt and returned the ferocious Ground-type. He then proceeded to return Ace to his digital form. He saw Aaron move in the corner of his eye and returned him too. "Thanks for your help." Lucas said, turning to Ivrant.

    "Ah don't mention it... Pokemon can take a bit of time to get control of sometimes. I got two fresh caught ones that I still need to get to know a bit more so they don't rampage through my room..." Ivrant said, looking down at Dynamo. He had to admit, Dynamo got pretty reckless sometimes too... maybe he'd have to look more into that later.

    "Well... I'm getting tired, so if you wouldn't mind..." Lucas trailed off, not wanting to be rude but wanting Ivrant gone so he could sleep. "I have classes tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep. Goodnight!" Lucas ushered Ivrant towards the door.

    "O-oh uh... night!" Ivrant said making his way out the door. It was starting to get late after all... Ivrant just kind of rubbed his head at that. Were they friends now orrrr... well whichever the case, at least that's one dorm not getting wrecked by reckless Pokemon. He supposed it was about time he headed to sleep as well. "Alright Dynamo... best we hit bed now before we end up staying too late. Big day tommorow ya know? Ivrant smiled as he walked on back.

    Lucas let out a sigh of exhaustion as he closed the door behind Ivrant. He saw the mess of books below the upright shelf. I'll deal with those in the morning, He thought as he sat down on his bed. He was about to lay down until he realised he should shower first. Lucas got up, locked his door, then undressed and took a shower. He soon got out, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of soft pajama pants. He fell onto his bed, not even bothering to pull his blankets over him, and fell asleep, looking forward to the new day and his first class on the island.
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    Desmond reached the battlefield with Eric close behind him. During the walk, Desmond's mood had softened a bit and he was actually a little excited to meet some of his fellow Entei dorm mates. He peered through the dusk around the battlefields and saw...nothing. Where was everyone? Did he go to the wrong place? Did the others blow him and Eric off?

    Desmond's thoughts raced and he began feeling annoyed. This was great, he came all the way back to campus for nothing. He never should have come and just gone back to that store with the necklace. At least then he'd have something to show for his venture into town today.

    He bent his head down and sighed. Feeling exhausted and annoyed with everything that had happened towards the end of the day, Desmond decided it would be a good time to head back to his dorm and get some rest. Tomorrow was the first day of classes and he didn't want to feel the way he did now, tomorrow.

    He turned to Eric, "So...bye. Calling it a night."

    Desmond then turned and made his way back to his room. After a few minutes, Desmond leaned back in his desk chair and just let the tension release form his body. It had been a long day full of so many different experiences. It was like when he'd go to Mt. Battle back home and take on those battle challenges that were offered. Each battle was different from the last but always had the same high intensity in each. That was exactly how all of his adventures had felt today. The training. The battle with and capture of Scyther. Naomi. Even his run in with Eric. Most of all though, his surprise run in with Daro. Desmond had hoped he would maybe see Daro again today but he had had no such luck. Maybe tomorrow though.

    Feeling like thinking too much would just make him go crazy, Desmond changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. It was a long day and he was ready for a long night of sleep. Hecate took her normal spot on the bed at the base and curled up. The two peacefully fell asleep with thoughts of hitting the ground running at classes tomorrow.

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      Eric noticed the lack of other Trainers at the battlefield, thus deciding to head back to his dorm room.

      Eric entered his room as soon as he got there, and got under the covers and slept. He didn't care that he wasn't in pajamas or whatever. He just wanted to sleep.

      He thought about how he could be a better Trainer and ultimately set things right.

      Eric closed his eyes and heard a familiar voice in his head.

      The spirit of his beloved Peggy lingering in Eric's heart, telling him it's okay if he finds a student of the opposite sex that he likes, as long as she has a heart of justice. Eric knew this to be true.

      Eric sort of liked Kylie, but wasn't too sure about her intentions since she randomly blew everybody off.

      After several minutes of deep thought, Eric finally dozed off.
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        day 1 ♡ 05 : 12 : 14 ♡ the battlefields, stupid
        Something held her up, still, after two years of this mutualistic endeavor; a joint training effort, as Junn had come to characterize it, but one like a fat Pidove skipping across campus, stalling from taking flight.

        (Kylie goes, “Shoo, shoo,” as the bird bumbles up, eyeing her sandwich. Kylie herself sees something ahead necessitating she be there. The Pidove risks getting run over as she hastens down the stairs and into the sandpit, the Trainer’s own Pokémon in pursuit.)

        Because Junn had time to reflect now, she could recognize her anxiety then. The most arbitrary inhibitor of all, to be “nervous.” But, in truth--

        Don't be an ass. Unless you want it kicked for loitering.

        --it makes Junn uncomfortable, hearing her Trainer take the offensive so quickly. Kylie's feelings always waft off unrepentantly. It is what makes her easy to understand, but in turn means the girl’s displeasure projects, all nettling and unignorable.

        In that moment: sprawled across the delineated top half of a battlefield, the Suicune offender replies, “Psyduck off, it's none of your business. Your dorm mate’s the one who broke the rules, so he's getting written up.”

        He has companions, as most intrepid humans do (the irony of using your autonomous brethren as mere confidence boosters), all distinguished by the same jackets, the lissome icon of their beast gleaming gold even in the shade of a tree. Of similar brightness, their leader’s swath of bleached-blonde bangs across his forehead; of sharp contrast, dark hair cut to lesser height. And relaxed prone upon the brick wall surrounding the training grounds, he stares up with dark eyes both inquisitive and uncaring.

        His cronies are scattered in the grass transitioning into sand. Amongst them, too, is a familiar finned figure, mellowed out on his back, though Junn ignores Maleko’s gurgling greeting as she stands by Kylie’s side. (That is to say, she’s not a filthy betrayer, though a yogi knows no prejudice.)

        “‘teria food sucks, by the way. You’re better off eating in town,” says this human.

        Junn predicted it-- Kylie taking an aggressive bite out of her sandwich.

        And then she asks, between chews, trying and failing to “chill" -- that word was perpetual in her thoughts; if she thought she were an Ice-type, Junn was unsure -- “Yeah, I bet he ‘broke the rules.’ What, did he scuff your kicks or something?”

        (Thus began the inevitable back-and-forth which punctuated petty human interactions.)

        “I’m not a rattata. He called out on us.”

        “Did he? With a Jigglypuff?”

        (”Ooooh,” contributes the Suicune collective, and Maleko.)

        ”Psyduck off. With a Scyther. You know, with scythes? So the psycho could disembowel me or somethin’. I’m filing this Desmond psyducker for ‘threatening behavior; promoting unrest on academic grounds.’ It’s my right.”

        “Oh, sure, ‘cause I bet the Pokemon would just randomly kill you. ‘Cause that’s what Pokemon do. Kill people.”

        “Look, they do if they’re taught to. I have no idea what you Entei scum are teaching your ‘mons. You’re not here because you’re analysts, or at least book-smart, like us. And you’re not, like, prodigies with miscellaneous interests -- good at different things, like the Raikous are. All you’re good for is the surface-level battling muk. So, essentially, that’s all you’d be instilling in your Pokes, is how to fight.”

        (The Suicune collective, and Maleko, nod thoughtfully at that.)

        “Not to mention the kind of screw-ups that count as ‘battle prodigies.’ You know one of your dorm mates has never been involved in genuine human society before, right?”

        “Yeah, and you’re probably right about Entei sucking, but how the hell does that reflect on anything but the school itself? Entei Dorm may be screwed, but that’s not a fundamental issue. Having a battle style already figured out is a huge part of being a Trainer, and y’all should be recognizing students who already know that muk.

        “To be honest, the Raikou Dorm is the one that doesn’t make sense to me, because how does having ‘miscellaneous interests’ translate to Pokemon Training? What are they instilling that’s so important?”

        “Raikou Dorm is the Safety Net Dorm, but Suicunes are literally good in all areas, not just the battling part, so your whole thing about Enteis being more on top of that is irrelevant.”

        “No, I said Enteis already have a style already, or they should if they passed the exam. So they know what they’re doing instead of just reading about it like Suicunes. At the end of the day, you should be blaming the people in-charge ‘cause they’re the ones overlooking candidates so we have to deal with bad eggs like Wild Child, and I guess Desmond ‘Use-My-Pokemon-As-a-Weapon’ Mc-Lame-Ass. Either way, that’s only two people out of whatever many.”

        “Right. So your final argument is that the people who literally envisioned and created this academy also have no idea what they’re doing.”

        “Couldn’t expect anything intelligent from some meathead dyke anyway, I guess.” This was spoken under his breath, but accompanies a choice shrug, a choice look, and the chorus of gasps, “No ways”s from the Suicune collective (this time, Maleko not included, and he actually looks nervous.)

        Kylie herself takes the blow well, as this has happened before.

        But truly -- it might be cheating, considering Junn is telepathic -- but the result was always going to be a lazily-meta stalemate. This student, in fact, is as identity-less as the rest, and in his intellect, he has unfortunately internalized this. He understands from experience that maltreatment is spontaneous and targeted and does not have to be explained. And, like all human beings, he is arrogant. The simper the Suicune wears at his own remark is genuine, as a mask is physical, while behind likes a more emblematic desire of being undercut and overlooked, please, just leave me alone.

        So Kylie, in frigid silence, turns away, and the Suicune’s wish is granted. But Junn knows her Trainer better than he would like to assume. There is something bubbling, bubbling up, like the prior exasperation at this field being claimed and by Maleko ditching that made them abandon the dorms for a snack break in the first place.

        As this familiar feeling reaches a head, it begins to cool, to solidify into such resolution, it would be unfortunate -- albeit, ironic -- for Junn to not oblige. (And, being honest to herself, she really wants to punch something.)

        In the Suicune’s distraction, the devastation is instant, and it can only be described as such; a clap of dust and loose terrain and contagious kinetic force like a powerful wind, ripping papers from hand and throwing hands over eyes as the ground of students strain to see past the great billow of debris.

        The devastation, instant, and the reveal, deliberate, as in the center of the battlefield, air clearing around them: a Meditite shaking out her wrist after pulling her palm from a dark gash in the earth; a short-haired girl grinning madly in her baggy varsity jacket.

        It was hardly bizarre how the challenge lay unspoken between these two Trainers, taking position with nary a word spoken. Concert could exist in spite of adversity. Just as with Junn, that inherent empathy made battle plausible, and necessary.

        Understanding one’s opponent was as crucial as interpreting the wavelength of your Trainer.

        ROUND 1--START!

        And thus, as the Suicune clicks his teeth and draws a camo-patterned capsule, the cavalry arrives: thick skin and whiskers and a whole lot of purple charging past Junn, her arms raised and guarding as she bounds off the balls of her feet -- always vigilant, always prepared.

        Behind her, she feels Kylie throw an uppercut.

        “Hyyah!” The motion connects, the opponent bellowing as it barrels over, supine in the sand at the Meditite’s feet.

        Junn recognizes a pricking sensation in her fist, as she noticies spines like follicles where she hadn't before.

        (They would identify their challenger as “Nidoran” later via Pokenav, but in the meantime, Junn is concentrating on the match.)

        Nidoran gets up. “Focus Energy!” calls its Trainer, and its haunches rise in response. Junn recognizes a deepened stance: claws pinning earth; a snaggletooth jutting precariously from its mouth; the horn on its head glinting in late-afternoon light -- all finished with the dark-red intensity swimming in her opponent’s eyes. That’s focus, there, that Junn internalizes as well, as if responding to the same order different, meditatively. For, in this moment, she exists within her rival’s wavelength, and they are not combatting, more so they are learning from one other -- learning of each other as beings so different and so alike -- and thus, Junn responds as any self-respecting yogi would to this image of fear.

        With meditation, and then response, lazer-fast. Nidoran is blurred in motion as it responds to “Peck!” with a forward thrust.

        Dodge the horn! Kylie’s intention rises in her consciousness. Then, Junn acts for herself: she grabs the features least imposing -- the elephantine ears of her opponent -- and prepares, as it squeals --

        No, it reacts, twisting out and rolling over and stampeding forward, as Junn crosses her arms before her, Detecting the blow, absorbing it. And now her enemy’s in range. The Suicune preempts: “Spin back, Double Kick, let’s go!” And as it does so, aiming a lash to the Meditite’s chin, she undercuts it completely, taking Nidoran’s legs out from beneath.

        Her opponent plummets into the dirt with a wail.

        “That’s one!” Kylie cries.

        The Suicune protests, “No way! He’s tanking all your Fighting techniques!”

        “And, what, you think he’s gonna land a Peck?”

        “As if I won’t find a way, scumbag!”

        “Y’ sure like calling people ‘scum,’ huh?”

        "I think it's ironic, considering I'm a Poison user. I bet you don't really know what is 'scum' is, though."

        "I assumed you didn't."

        ROUND 2 -- START!

        Junn rolls her shoulders and readjusts.

        “Let’s keep our distance!” the other student decides, changing his approach. His Nidoran looks reluctant as it slinks back in his direction.

        “Go for a Thunderbolt!” the student says when his Pokemon is about half the field away from Junn. Instantaneously, too, the beast’s horn begins to flash and hum with energy before Junn feels a terrific stinging in her chest and she goes flailing, recoiling back before she can recollect herself.

        In response, a displeased Kylie mutters “Didn’t see that comin’” under her breath.

        This was an unfortunate reaction to have, considering it accompanied little else but Kylie’s own bemusement at Thunderbolt hitting so fast, so hard. Why wouldn’t she do the same?

        The Meditite calavants into a follow-up maneuver: the Peck Nidoran vied to land from the beginning, piercing her stomach -- No! She panicked! Why had she panicked? -- but she withstands it to drive an elbow into her rival’s back.

        Adrenaline is high, and she finds Kylie ready and refocused.

        The aikodist plummets to the ground--

        --Junn pinning her opponent between her arm and the earth--

        --before throwing an arm in an arch above her head, bending at the hips to stand--

        --as Nidoran rolls in fluid, effortless motion off the Meditite’s back, sticking into the ground.

        The Nidoran is crumpled, dazed, but still not defeated; its Trainer urges it to continue, and always will until its spitting up and seeing stars -- precisely what it wants, if those beady, red eyes spoke so lucidly its mind.

        It’s time to put it down, Junn decides -- Kylie decides. So, at last, the girl’s voice rises loud and resonant across the clearing.

        “Psycho Cut!”

        A punch, a chopping motion, and then a fantastic turbulence as a great kinetic force slices down the field, leaving the same darkened brand, kicking up dirt and dust and debris, colliding with the Pokemon further down the field. Impact! And devastation, once more.

        Though, soon, the cloud amassed is waved away in a whisking light; out of the dissipation, it manifests as a tail. Its owner, a slim-bodied reptilian whose skin is faded orange, whose studying eyes shine cold. It makes some snrk, perhaps unimpressed, or vexed at being summoned. Meanwhile, the stagger in its stance speaks of the damage Junn is capable of. The Pokeball, whose arch had been sublime to position the Charmander at the brunt of the attack, rolls against its foot. Those claws shine frigid white, even as the sky begins to bathe the campus in a warm glow.

        And despite all of this, the Suicune student submits. “I forfeit,” he says, and that’s that.

        Junn relaxes, even under the hawk-eye of this new non-challenger.

        Her arms fall, dangling at her sides. There is a breath of relief, but its disingenuity rings clear; there is no appreciation offered Junn’s way, as there always, always is.

        Kylie is striding over to her contender's side of the battlefield.

        He is repeating louder -- nervous -- “You win. You WIN.”

        There are other matters on her Trainer’s mind. Why is she distracted? Why does she allow these thoughts to obscure her mentality? Where is the clarity of the aikido partner she came to know?

        The Meditite watches in horror as Kylie goes against everything they were taught, and slugs the boy in the stomach. It is merciless, it is uncalled for; it is cathartic, and it is gleeful, the way she watches with satisfaction as he sprawls.

        And there is that final sigh, and that is when Junn knew they were done for. IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING! The Meditite is sick to her stomach.

        Received a behavioral infraction for promoting violence!
        Now there's setting a good example!

        “C’mon, Junn,” she urged, then, once the administrator had left. Kylie’s tone was meek. “I’m sorry, okay? I just--”

        But she threw it all away for a spur-of-the-moment decision, unconsenting violence! Augh, why were humans all the same?

        Junn’s brow was furrowed, her eyes slammed shut, and her back pressed against the wall in a tragic attempt to refocus in the hour or so after the calamity. As tumultuous as this meditation was, she would take it over Kylie’s incessant begging and excuse-making. The girl’s behavior was unforgivable. Neither of them would gain anything from this, at this rate.

        Maybe Junn should just go back to the mountains. Maybe the isolation was good for her after all. Maybe loneliness was the cost to being the strongest she could.

        Suddenly, the door opened, and another staff member entered, trailing behind a familiar face. Junn recognized, just in time, the recurring neutrality of the Suicune student’s expression, but the rosiness of his face belied some minor embarrassment.

        Kylie is expectant, sitting cross-legged in the chair, with a softness to her gaze contrasting the hesitance of the administrator. The man looks, in fact, ready to turn the Suicune away, before he shakes him off and opens his mouth.

        “It was a good match. You held up.”

        Humans: anomalies. Contrary to what Junn told herself.

        Can I get your number?
        Junn is not amused. At all.
        Maleko is recalled and very relaxed.
        Spoiler:
        ** Befriended: MOE TOSHIRO!
        Fuchsia City-native who studied long and hard to attend, considering his family’s lack of considerable status. He doesn’t usually target religious kids on street corners, but he was in a bad mood.

        ** Failed SQUAD-BUILDING.
        Like anyone would've showed up, right?

        ** [#032] >> Nidoran♂] was added to the Pokédex. It is small, but its horn is filled with poison. It has one of the most rigid social heirarchies amongst wild Pokemon species where being small and dangerous is crucial for survival.
        ** [#004] >> Charmander] was added to the Pokédex. The flame on its tail shows the strength of its life force. Unfortunately, it is prone to many illnesses and emotional complications which can compromise its health in other ways.

        ** Junn grew to Lv. 12!
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          The Pokemon Trainer Academy

          School In Session!

          Over the next few days many students found themselves longing for a return to when they first arrived on the island – no classes to worry about, no responsibilities, just the unfiltered joy of being a Pokémon Trainer in an environment almost completely custom built for that very purpose. Other students couldn’t help but look forward to the days to come, to start their learning in earnest and develop themselves as Trainers in a way that only The Pokémon Trainer Academy could help them with. No matter whether they were looking ahead or behind them almost no students relished the days they found themselves in the middle of but some things were simply unavoidable. Everybody found themselves in an almost endless stream of guided tours, orientation lectures and administrative information. The information provided was undoubtedly useful, and necessary, for life as a student at the academy but for those who sought battle and adventure it seemed like these days of dry instruction seemed like they might never end. Not only that but they filled more of the day than regular classes would, leaving little time for actual training. Not that this stopped the more determined students, fitting in every bit of battle practice they could between lectures and before bed. The teachers were fairly strict about catching students outside of their dorm rooms after lights out but everyone knows you can’t really keep a teenager in their room if they want out, especially when they have Pokémon to help them with their moonlit adventures.

          Finally the day arrived for the school year to begin in earnest, the first day of real classes. The more academically inclined students were excited to show themselves off in the classroom environment while those who felt most at home in the arena were dreading the tedium they expected would greet them… but then, these were classes prepared by some of the most notable Pokémon Trainers the world had to offer. Who knew what to expect from their curriculum? The school was bustling with activity from the early hours of the morning as the school staff made their preparations for the events of the day. Delicious smells wafted from the cafeteria, the catering staff bracing themselves for the rush of hungry students seeking breakfast. Everyone would be fuelling up and discussing the class they were scheduled for the day until the bell would ring, triggering a rush of young Trainers making their way to class.

          No matter what their feelings of the days that had passed or the days that were to come almost everyone on the island could sense that this was their first real day at The Pokémon Trainer Academy. Whether they would make the most of it or let it pass them by would be decided entirely by their own actions as the journey continues…

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            WHAT'S NEW, KK?
            day 2 ♡ 05 : 17 : 14 ♡ the beach nearest entei dorm
            He had an unremarkable face, and an entirely empty countenance, as if he came from nowhere and held no biases. It only made her anxious as she neared. Her thoughts were sharp, critical, and he heard them-- somehow, he could gaze with colorless eyes and read her like an open book. She felt exposed.

            She couldn’t remember anything about him except that he was unremarkable and vapid in all regards and had an accent from somewhere she had never heard of before.

            “Um… can I help you?” he asks with heavy condescension, like a blow to her chest. He knows why she came. He knows her name. He acts like she is a mystery to him.

            Kylie finds she can’t breathe. Kylie feels exposed. She feels she might burst with anger and anxiety, but nothing comes out. She is suffocating. They’re in a Pokemon Center together with no one else with blinding lights and no air.
            He nods, and asks, “Training? For what?”

            And his eyes say nothing, ever. And she can’t remember anything about him except that they don’t look or sound alike; for some unexplained reason, that makes her want to puke, vomit all over him and his nondescript clothes and hair.

            “What’s in it for me?” he continues. “No, that’s a silly question. What’s in it for you, Kylie? What are you going to make of battling? Do you really think that’s worth your time?”

            It made her sick. This whole encounter made her sick. It felt like she was talking to a mannequin. She couldn’t remember anything about him except his stupid accent. They didn’t even look alike. They didn’t even look alike.

            “You’re not good enough. You’ll never be good enough. Do I make myself clear? Your ‘hard work’ is wasted effort. Please, can’t you do as you’re told?”

            Why is he begging with his eyes?

            “I don’t know what your mother would say. But I’m in-charge, and I’m telling you, don’t do it. Please, Kylie. You’re my little girl.”


            She woke up in a cold… sweat… moisture on her… arm?

            There is a weight against her that rouses her with a smiling face. Maleko is gazing out across the dunes as a current carries light hint of seawater; it disperses in its delicacy, but it brings a tantalizing promise of real winds. Looking ardent, unrequited, his antennae twitch, corresponding to his Trainer’s readjustments. She is moving her arms, he knows-- likely stretching. She is moving her legs, he knows-- likely stretching, again. But Kylie surprises him with a tap on the back so that the Mantyke brrrs in surprise, whipping around to make eye contact with eyes, not eyespots.

            Kylie leans against the banister of the boardwalk, and she’s on her ‘mon’s left side this time. “Sorry, Malie, did I fall asleep? I’m really sorry. We can go back to training, okay?”

            Maleko tit-tits -- clicks -- in facetious admonishment. Alighted, he curves his fins inward as if placing hands on his hips, and then turns his “nose” up. It is, altogether, a very “Junn” way of teasing.

            Kylie finds herself scoffing over laughing, but is gentle in saying, “Let’s go, c’mon. I want to get to breakfast.” She nudges Maleko in the gills with an elbow.

            The Mantine is pouting at his Trainer’s drained enthusiasm, the same which renews his own, in a sense; his eyes seem to roll upwards, his expression goes solemn, and he “faints,” falling unceremoniously off his perch and towards the sand below.

            The breeze picks up. Mid-plummet, Maleko evens his fins and thrusts upwards.

            The winds run south, back towards the boardwalk and the dorms, but Maleko counteracts, his body rotating in a corkscrew, so the winds enter his pull, wrapping around him and aiding the twist until he breaks through into the upper yellowing, seasalt-smelling sky. The whisk and whip of winds around him, and that which lay below and retained his loftiness; the sky around, cloudless, and sight of the land below: the albensence of the low tide melting into that golden sprawl, transitioning into those intermittent grasses, arching into the dunes that lay beneath the boardwalk. And on that wooden bridge from the dormitories to the coast is a single figure whose jacket falls over her hands in mild weather and who stares up with brown eyes strained and sagging.

            His Trainer beckons, and he sighs, breaking his glide and plummeting again; rolling, then entering an inside loop when level with the mellow waves, and sailing past Kylie as she says, “You’re wasting too much energy,” in his wake.
            Mantyke flies in an upward arch, then doubles back in her direction-- he senses movement.

            She whistles, and he returns with a trill — the language of the water and the wind. He twisted, spiralled, towards her, snaking across the lengths of her arms. She would move and he would accentuate, an extension of the curvature of her arms, and then again extended at her sides. And then Kylie grabbed Maleko into the semblance of a headlock and flung him out to sea.

            “Again! Less energy!”

            Maleko plummets; he twists and rises; he scowls at Kylie, and she scowls back. Woe, her look could kill! He “faints” again and falls again.

            Kylie is still unimpressed. “Again! Expend less, remember?”

            It was about Tailwind and timing. The ability to manipulate wind direction had broad support application, not solely for the sake of speed. Battlefield dominance was essential, both for winning matches and even reaching teammates as a true supporter should. Maneuverability was thus Maleko’s top priority, and even in the span of so many days, Kylie had not forgotten her Pokemon’s de-prioritization on the offensive side. But to attack, you needed energy, energy that couldn’t be wasted on precious movement.

            In the aging of morning, the winds blew harder and counteractively. Maleko, naturally, pushed harder, but he felt Kylie’s displeasure; there was an unnatural stillness behind him. He folded, and fell, and rose, and folded, and fell, until he got it.

            He corkscrewed again, the twist loose so he about halved his rotations before meeting the shore. This was a good start; Kylie dipped and bent at the hips. He felt her timing, then, the wind pent up beneath him like a screw, he was tossed upwards without any will of his own, the Tailwind momentum carrying up into that brightening beyond.
            He felt Kylie stand, her arms go up over his head, and he retained his height, joyously turning around and around.
            “Keep that momentum!” he heard her call from the ground, before something rushed past him.

            Instantly, he looped down and up in pursuit before catching the disc in his mouth, arching down to return the frisbee--

            --”Target practice, dummy!”

            --before she threw it out again, Maleko clipping Kylie’s tousled hair as he soared back with a tssk-tssk.
            This is where their earlier morning bouts gave context. What do you do when the enemy’s in close-range?
            Maleko emitted a weak ultrasonic blast that punted the plastic frisbee out of the air. He shot forward to retrieve it and return it to Kylie.

            Now, what do you do when the enemy’s out further?

            Maleko spat rapid-fire at the frisbee as the winds dared to carry it southeast.

            “Again!” goes Kylie. Her arms go over her head, forming a gate for Maleko to fly through. With a jocular spray of water, the regiment continues.

            And finally, as the sky lightens and continues to, the horizon shedding all signs of darkness in favor of warm shades of orange and pink, they punctuate today’s exercise with a challenge: “Fetch, but don’t use your wings!” orders the Trainer.

            Her partner obliges, positioned over the water, and obediently folds in his fins as he falls for the final time. At this point, it comes naturally: wind accumulating on the ocean’s surface before the column thrusts him upward in a spray of water. He is careful in how much air his fins catch mid-glide, and with the momentum beneath combined with that conscious angling, Maleko finds himself right above the frisbee whose own path of movement is halting. He’s so proud of himself, the Mantyke unleashes a Water Pulse that shatters the disc so that pieces of plastic rain down in the sea below.

            “Why?” asks Kylie as he floats back with a goofy smile. “That’s the only other frisbee I brought, so you can buy me another one, I guess.” It’s not enough to quell the spirits. She pets her partner’s dampened back as he chirps in satisfaction.

            “Good job, Kaiō.”

            In a moment, there is a briing from her jacket pocket.

            “Great Grumpig, who the hell’s messaging me right now?” Kylie pulls out a blocky, yellow device. “No, Moe, your jacket looks ri-dic-u-lous. Is that how you spell that? Whatever.”

            She is surprised by a splash of water against her face.

            “Mallie! What did I tell you about spitting near the ‘nav!?” Kylie laughs.

            The sun rose over Pokémon Trainer Academy as the duo headed towards the school building.
            Junn is elsewhere.
            Maleko did a fine job training today.
            Spoiler:
            ** Maleko grew to Lv. 11!
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              Waking up (Day 2)

              Lucas woke up, his hair ruffled. He looked at the calendar on his wall, one of the many things he had gotten from the numerous tours and presentations about the Academy with groggy eyes. His eyes were drawn to a big red circle around one of the dates. He got up, and went to see what day it was. His eyes widened. Today was the first day of classes, hence the big circle. He had been looking forward to this day ever since he stepped foot on the island. Lucas got dressed grabbed his satchel he had brought with him, scoffing at the puny backpack he had been provided with. He put on his Suicune jacket and headed out of his room.
              Lucas let out Ace to accompany him. ”Let’s head to the library to get some books on Mythology,” he said to the Puppy Pokemon. It yipped in response. Lucas smiled as he and his Pokemon went down the stairs and entered the main lobby. He saw many students, most of which were Suicune, and a few staff members. He quickly left the building and turned towards the library. He was about to take a step, but then he smelled the sweet scent of breakfast. He turned and went towards the cafeteria, his spirits only being dampened by the faint memory of his first time in there. He opened the door, and was met with a wave of noises, scents, and a sea of people before him. He quietly got his food, a plate of waffles and sausage, and looked for a place to sit. He soon found a seat in one of the back corners. He sat down and released his three Pokemon onto the table. They all grabbed a waffle, each one of them enjoying it. Lucas smiled as he remembered how Donna used to act. She had come so far from the hot-headed, fight-picking Drilbur she was when he had caught her. Lucas and co. soon finished their meal, so he returned Donna and Aaron and left the cafeteria. He headed toward the library, eager to get some books. He soon reached the library, the sweet smell of books comforting him. He began browsing the shelves, scanning for any Mythology books.
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              Name: Lucas McMillan
              Dorm: Suicune
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              LV 10 Aron (Aaron) Male; Moves: Iron Head, Rock Slide, Headbutt, Protect, Harden, Bulldoze
              LV 10 Growlithe (Ace) Male; Moves: Crunch, Howl, Ember, Double Team, Rest, Will O' Wisp
              LV 10 Drilbur (Donna) Female; Moves: Skull Bash, Mud Sport, Mud Slap, Scratch, Rapid Spin

              Spoiler: It Begins RP Character Profile:
              Name: Ryden
              Form: Dragon scales and wings (humanoid dragon)
              Right: Fire Bending (breathes fire, can cover body in fire)

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              Name: Lucas (Lucario)
              Group: Cobalion
              Position: Second in Command
              Item: Lucarionite
              Moveset: Blaze Kick, Bullet Punch, Bone Rush, Power-Up Punch
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                Rylie Larus and Ivrant Lehort

                Suicune Dorm Cafeteria

                Ivrant had woken up decently early before the sound of the school's students started to pick up. Dynamo was resting on the bed while he was doing some tiny modifications to the seals on Dynamo's ball. Nobody really took notice of his last entrances the past few days he was training but he figured this would at least stick out more in the crowd. "I'm surprised I never thought of doing this sort of thing before... its practically Dynamo's trademark after all!" Ivrant said to himself. He himself was barely dressed wearing an undershirt and boxers. He just wanted to get this done before he hopped into the shower.

                "Ah there we go! Let's test this out." Ivrant said as he held out the ball and tossed it to the ground. When the empty ball popped open, a large flaming D would pop out from the front of it. He had to use multiple smaller seals to give off the effect but it would be close enough. Even Dynamo seemed to like it! The little Rosellia seemed to be plotting up all sorts of flashy ways to enter battle with the seal effect. "There we are Dynamo. Should be looking even better next time we get into a battle! I'll bring the portable kit with me so we can work on this when we go get lunch. I got a few friends I wanted to design for after all." Ivrant said as he turned around and dug into his closet for a proper outfit to wear to class. Something that matched his jacket at the very least. Ivrant found a good proper outfit to try on. Ah wait... he was going to be in Self Defense class. Maybe he shouldn't be packing something too fancy or at least bring a change of clothes for him in case they do some hand to hand stuff... yeah a change would be a good idea. Or at least something easy to move in. He could wash his clothes no problem. Once he got his outfit picked out, Ivrant laid them down on the bed and made his way over to the shower to get himself properly washed off before the first big day.

                Once that was taken care of, Ivrant put on a black short sleeve collared shirt and placed another lighter black jacket. Just for good measure, he even slipped on a grey tie as well. Was he overdressing for school? ESPECIALLY for a self defense class? He could always take the jacket and tie off if needed. After that he picked up some black jeans as well and slipped them on. They contrasted well enough with his white hair at least! (Here's a good reference image for Ivrants outfit )After he was finished getting properly dressed up, Ivrant double checked to make sure he had his stuff properly prepared... bags, books, Pokeballs... things all seemed to be in check! First things first, breakfast. Maybe Rylie was hanging around? Hanging with her for breakfast wouldn't be a bad way to start the day. He could go to her door and see whats up but Ivrant was kind of afraid he'd come off like a creep doing that the very next morning...

                Rylie was indeed already up an about, her claim of being a morning bird holding very true. Already down in the Cafeteria with a half-devoured plate of food she could be seen in a very familiar looking get up, the same blue jacket with a large white shirt as before, perhaps she’s done some laundry since arriving? Either way she’s clearly been up for awhile now, her hair still somewhat wet from her morning shower. Digging through her backpack she seemed to be looking for something, a rather frustrated looking scowl spread across her face. “Ugh, come on, where is it!?” She muttered under her breath.

                Ivrant would end up wandering over to the Cafeteria after everything was properly ready. And to his luck, he already caught sight of Rylie sitting in the Cafeteria. Seems she got here way earlier then Ivrant. He must have been tinkering Dynamo's ball longer then he thought. He started off by picking up some food himself from the counter. He ended up getting some scrambled eggs, toast, and a few strips of bacon for his breakfast meal before walking over to Rylie. "Morning there Rylie." Ivrant said with a grin as he got out the rest of his team to eat some food. "Day faring well so far?"

                Rylie gave out a long-frustrated groan as she pushed the backpack away from herself, landing on the floor with hardly a whisper as all its contents seemed to be scattered across the table. “Not at all…” She said with a very frustrated tone. Giving one last peek into one of the notebooks she shoves it away in frustration before returning to her unfinished breakfast. “Already managed to lose my class schedule day one.” She confessed in between incredibly disgruntled bites of her breakfast.

                Oh... awkward timing. And Ivrant had already sat himself down. "Ah...geez. That's unfortunate." Ivrant said, rubbing his head. Maybe talking about classes wouldn't be an amazing way to start a conversation maybe he could at least devise some possible ideas where a class schedule could have wandered off to! "Maybe its in another pocket? I've left the map in my other pants pocket one time. Nearly lost my way through the campus without that! Eheheh... was a bit awkward asking someone where my own dorm was!"

                Rylie rolled her eyes a bit at Iverant’s attempt to make her feel better, while she appreciated on some level she was still too upset with herself to let it stick. “It’s probably buried somewhere in my mess of a room, I still haven’t had hardly any time to unpack thanks to all the stupid stuff they keep forcing us to go to.” Rylie ranted on with a long heavy groan. “I swear I’m going to lose it if we end up going on another tour today. We have a map! Heck, most of us explored the grounds the day we got here!”

                Hrm... Ivrant didn't seem to have trouble unpacking himself... what on earth was keeping her from doing the same...? Well he supposed the major difference is he didn't have a Rosellia constantly harassing her about cleanliness. Ivrant kept himself from being further judgemental. Ivrant took another chomp from a piece of scrambled eggs before responding. "Hmm! I hear ya. Already been walking around the island a bit myself. Mostly from the tours sure but you know. We still got alot of time till classes start at least we got some extra time to search." Ivrant said, just sorta rubbing his head thinking what he could do to help here.

                Rylie finally picked up her bag from the floor again, slowly placing the scattered about items back inside as she talked “I’m probably just going to ask someone at the office to print me out another one. Knowing me it’s probably in plain sight meaning I’ll never find it.” Rylie continued, poking at her food a bit. “Ugh, sorry for acting like this. I think the heat is getting to me a bit, I’ve felt like I’m about to melt ever since these stupid tours began…”

                Ivrant rubbed his head again. "Ah... yeah that makes sense. One day out of your element is one thing but about four or so? I still gotta get used to waking up in a totally different room. I keep waking up expecting to be somewhere more cramped ahaha." Ivrant grinned. Dynamo was eating some of his own food as well just occasionally glancig up at the two trainers. Buster and the Sandygast that Ivrant caught a few days ago were also out and about eating their own share of food. Needed to have everyone all up and full of energy before the big day after alll. His team had expanded rather quickly the past couple days. Dynamo seemed to have a more judgemental look on his face as he listened to the discussion they were having but quickly focused on the food once more.

                "You should try a trip to the beach and hop in the water sometime before we get piled up with homework. Good way to cool off in the heat. Was worth the trip when I went down there. Even caught her on accident down there." Ivrant said, pointing to the sand Pokemon down below. How the Pokemon Center was able to distinguish its gender he would never know...

                “I would but I don’t know how to swim, I don’t even own a swim suit. It’s not really a common activity where I’m from.” She started, Fanning herself with one of the notebooks from her bag. Apparently talking about the heat didn’t do a good job distracting her from it. “I guess it would be a nice change in pace if I were to learn. I’m starting to get sick of seeing the ice plains every time I need to cool down. At the very least Kit has helped make sure my trips down there are somewhat less frequent.” She said, patting her jacket pocket for the ball, Ignoring a certain Roselia’s judgmental look.

                "Wouldn't be a bad time to learn. Wouldn't be surprised if there was a class for that sort of thing. Heck I could show some basics if ya want. Its a lot easier then it looks as far as floating in the water goes." Ivrant said even though he wasn't exactly a stellar swimmer he could at least float around. His old apartment has a pool so he tended to go there sometimes. Ivrant chomped on the last piece of bacon and finally finished up his plate of food. Now he just had to figure out how to kill the time before classes started.

                “Egh, not so sure if I’d be up for that. I’ve seen swimsuits on TV and I can tell you they’re not my kind of thing.” Rylie said with a very visible eye roll. Pushing back her own plate she quickly finished putting the rest of her stuff in her backpack, including the notebook she had been using for a fan.

                "Ah. Heheh. Guess that's fair enough." Ivrant said with a small laugh, doing his darn best trying not to get that kind of image in his head. Now Dynamo was giving HIM judgemental looks. Quick change the subject! "Ah! Right! Well in that case I was meaning to ask a few friends of mine something." Ivrant pulled out Dynamo's Pokeball. "Dunno if you've seen us battle before or not but I've been trying to come up with seal designs for a couple Pokeballs. Mostly been experimenting with Dynamo's whenever he comes out of his ball. Like so." Ivrant threw out the empty ball just to demonstrate the effect as it gave out a large capital D made out of small flames. Fitting enough for Dynamo.

                "Its nothing much but I think it gives members of your team some extra personality. If ya want I could try going for a design for your Pokemon if ya like."

                Rylie gives him a bit of a raised brow at his laugh but quickly dismisses it, she should have known better than to mention something like that in front of a boy anyway. “I remember seeing stuff like that before, ball seals right? In my area they were a bit of a fad for a while. This was before I got Hakan from mom so I kinda missed out on it.” She said, pulling out his ball and giving it a bit of a look over. It was the same ball as Kit’s, just a pure white premiere ball. “If you’d like I’d appreciate it. Nothing too fancy though, I’m not really one for that kind of flare.”

                "Ah! That's right! They did originate from Sinnoh!" He quickly remembered. He was surprised that he never asked about that in the first place! "Yeah they were a small trend for awhile but kind of faded for some reason. I dunno! I always found that sort of thing really cool! I've tried to make some of my own too but I'm still learning here and there... I don't have a lot to work off of but I can work with some basic seals at the least! Hmm..." Ivrant quickly thought of her Swinub and what would really fit the little guy after popping out of the ball. "Hmm... well if you want to go for something simple yet fitting, how about a puff of snow popping out of the ball whenever you let Hakon out? It shouldn't be too hard to make... heck I could add that on right now! Wouldn't take too long to set up really since we're going for something more simple anyways." Ivrant smiled

                “Yeah, I remember seeing vendors for the seals appearing everywhere, they seemed like they got quite a bit of business. There were even commercials that aired for a while. Anyway, if you’re going to do something like that I’d actually prefer if you did it for Kit’s ball here.” Rylie said, fetching another premiere ball from her pocket. “I feel like it would be quite a bit more fitting for her all things considered. Especially since a puff of snow sounds rather cutesy.”

                "Ah Kit huh? Sure thing. Just let her out and I can get right to work. A lot safer to tamper with a Pokeball when the Pokemon is out of it... gotta do some work on the inside of the ball as well to make sure the seal effect comes out as well as test it out. A Puff of snow... hmm..." Ivrant pulled out his small toolkit and he had a few basic seals laid out and organized inside. The toolkit was a standard rectangle shape that opened up from the side and had several sockets for his tools, a platform for the Pokeball itself to hold it in place, and of course the seals themselves. They looked like little stickers resembling snow, fire, party confetti, etc. This sort of stuff was usually done in PCs within Pokemon Centers and portable kits for this sort of modification weren't even heard of. It was clearly custom built.

                “Let her out, Right now? Er… if you insist.” Rylie confirmed in a bit of an unsure tone. Pressing the button on the ball a snowy looking vulpix materialized next to her. Very soon after a bit of a chill started to grip the air around them as the Pokémon looked around curiously. This curiosity was rather short lived however as Rylie picked her up. “Before you go and cause any trouble.” Rylie said before leaving the Pokémon on the table, petting her behind the ear in attempt to keep her calm. Kit seemed rather content however the new chill didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon.

                "Alright good! Its not a whole lot of maintenance. Honestly its mostly as simple as placing a little sticker on the ball if anything. Lets see..." Ivrant placed the ball onto the socket to keep it in place and searched through his various seals. The toolkit seemed very makeshift... most Pokemon Centers back the would have had a preview on the PC screen but here Ivrant would have to do more hands on stuff. He also had to consider the limit of seals he could put on the ball. Thankfully it was a mostly simple design. Ivrant started out by picking out a proper ball capsule that he could work with. "I just have to add a few different seals onto this capsule and then slip it onto your Pokeball. It'll be completely seamless once its attached." He explained. Ivrant picked out a large snowflake shaped seal and started by placing it on the front of the ball just above the button as a start. That'd be enough for a small effect but Ivrant could do better then that. Ivrant picked out a few smaller ones and spread them around the larger snowflake to hopefully add to the effect. "Hmmm... that should be good. Let's see."

                Ivrant opened up the Ball Capsule and placed it over the Pokeball to slip it right on. The smaller stickers seemed to be almost invisible but the larger snowflake sticker still kept its appearance just as an extra little decoration. Once the capsule was properly attached, Ivrant pressed the button to test it out. Once the ball opened, instead of the usual flash, several puffs of snow would burst out of the ball and sprinkle along the ground, only to fade away once they made contact with the floor.

                "Well? Whatcha think?" Ivrant asked.

                Rylie half looked over the process, half made sure Kit remained content for long enough to finish. Knowing that things wouldn’t go well if she started getting restless. “Looks fine. Heck, the seals themselves will help me keep track of who’s ball is who’s without having to search for the little mark I put on it every time.” She explained, pointing out a small black line on the hinge that looks like it was made using a magic marker.

                “So, All you do to make it work is just open it up? Nothing else to it?” She asked, looking over the capsule overlapping the ball.

                "Yup! Its all from the capsule. You can slip it off if you ever need to take it off or put it on another ball. You'd barely notice the capsule was on it if it weren't for the sticker!" Ivrant said a bit proudly. "It should work well the next time you send her out of the ball! It oughta give a fun unique flair when you open up your battles I'd hope! I got some more capsules so if you ever want me to set up another I'd be glad to." Ivrant said, placing all of the equipment back inside of the toolbox and closing it up.

                Wasting no time to test it she returned kit to her ball before she had the chance to be Riled up. Slowly the temperature around them began to rise again. “Huh, Kind of wish I bought a few of the stickers back when they were a thing.” She pondered for a moment, looking over the ball before stuffing it back in her pocket. “I remember seeing some crazy ones sold back when they were popular, like flying balloons with big ole confetti streamers. Not to say they sold well but hey…”

                "Oh yeah! I tried to pick up at least a couple... to be honest I'm not really sure where I'm going to get more of these things on the island once I run out. Or the capsules. Hopefully I can find out how to make a few for myself somehow. I'd love to see a bunch of folks on the island use this sort of stuff! Heheh... I guess I'll just have to learn more on it as we go through school." Ivrant smiled as he placed the kit back in his bag. "Hmm... still got some time before class... how else are we gonna kill time..."

                “You could probably order them from somewhere at the very least. I’m sure you can find someone who still has some somewhere. “Rylie responded, giving a bit of a stretch in her chair. “In any case, My plans right now involve getting a new schedule made up for me sometime before the call time for class and looking into that stone I found a few days ago.” She said, pulling the stone from her other pocket. “Like we guessed it wasn’t an evolution stone, gave it to kit and everything and all she did was prod at it a little bit and look up at me confused. Haven’t been able to do much more with it since thanks to all these tours.”

                Shoot... not an evolution stone huh? I'd say it was something that could boost the power of a Pokemon's moves but... pretty sure Never Melt Ice doesn't look like that... hmm... seems a bit small to be a fossil but you never know.." Ivrant was at a bit of a loss. "Maybe one of the teachers would know someone who's an expert at this kinda thing? You should try asking when you get to class."

                “I guess that’s my only option at this point, I didn’t really think it was an Evolution stone but I had to try ya know?” Rylie said, leaving out the part where she spent three hours in the snow looking for this Vulpix. “In any case it’s one more possibility eliminated so that’s at least some progress I guess. I’m just hoping it is isn’t junk at this point, I put way too much time in this thing…”

                "Keep at it. I'm pretty interested myself. Watch it turn out to be some kinda keystone to some treasure vault hidden on the island eh?" Ivrant joked as he picked up his plate and sat up. "I think I should give my Pokemon here a bit of exercise. My new teammates could use a bit of practice before I find myself wrapped up in a battle."

                “Pff, like I’d ever be that lucky.” Rylie said with an eyeroll, mocking the idea. “In any case I might do the same later, I refuse to lose to you again. You understand?”

                Ivrant crossed his arms with a confident grin. "Heheh, I getcha! I'll be ready for round two whenever you want to battle. Hm... I guess that kinda makes us rivals now doesn't it?"

                “I guess it does indeed, I’ll warn you though, I’ve got a few new tricks up my sleeve thanks to Kit. It won’t be quite as simple next time around. “ She taunted, patting the pocket with kit’s ball inside.

                "Heheh, well looking forward to it the Rylie." Ivrant said, giving a playful jab to her shoulder. "Well I'll see ya around. I'm gonna head on out. Throw me a call if you wanna have another go!" Ivrant said as he placed his plated by the counter and made his way out of the dorm.
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                "Alright Knox, use Ancient Power!" Ivrant called out. Knox, Ivrant's newly named Sandygast seemed to hesitate when he stared down Buster who was just starring with a wide goofy grin. Seems taking such a heavy hit from a super powered Marill came with some trauma. Just lazing in the sand and now he was with a trainer and a a team of other Pokemon she knew nothing about. Still, she had to give Ivrant credit for taking the time to get her healed so the sandy Pokemon at least owed that much. She lifted up a few large rocks from the ground and shot them toward Buster. The Marill would respond with its usual "strategy". Tackling them head on with brute force!

                "Well if it works Buster... but you gotta have some defense too! You got a lot of power but if something knocks you out then how are you going to charge into battle more often? We aren't going to always have an opening you know." Ivrant explained to Buster. "As for you Knox, I still don't have a good grasp on your techniques... considering you held out against Buster I'd say you got some bulk on ya right?" Ivrant said. The Sandygast's circular mouth changed into an upside down curve to make a smile. Assumingly that was a yes.

                "Alright then we got a pretty good balance on the team then. Dynamo fits both roles decently well, Buster is all out offense and you'll be our team's defense. Heheh. We just gotta learn some moves to really get that fighting style out! Maybe we should find somebody to battle after class? Or maybe check out the store to see if we can get you some other moves. If I got the money for that at least." Ivrant smiled at his team.
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                  Dallas had not done too much since his day in Oak Town. He had been spending time with his neighbor after learning that she had been the blue haired female that had bought the vinyl figurines at the store he had bought them at. He had also been training his pokemon to stay in their poke balls until called on to avoid further incidents that happened the same day in Oak Town.

                  Not only had he learned a little more about his neighbor, she also challenged him to take on the same challenge she was planning to do with the Vinyl Figures and that was to see if they could complete an entirely new set of vinyl figures that Dallas hadn't heard about. The figures in this set were based on a comic series that was inspired by some of the greatest trainers in the world. After thinking about it, Dallas agreed, packing up all of his vinyl figures, except for the one of his dad and sent them back home. The set was a bit more difficult to complete than previous sets, but in the good will of the competition, his neighbor had given him three to start his set from the first series, getting two Prof. Oak and one Misty vinyl figure who was nothing like the real version of Misty that he knew about.

                  And now the day had finally come, classes were starting and he was excited. He would be going to Breeding and Eggs class today. It was a nice break from cooking for once. He had avoided aiding in the cooking of breakfast and other meals so he could spend time training his pokemon to stay in their balls. And although they had gotten better..... they still had some time to go. He had also renamed Blazey and Freezey to Blaze and Freeze because he quickly learned that it was hard to call out their names in a battle. He had also named his newly caught Pawniard, Edge.

                  While he was getting ready for the day, Dallas read a book series that Megami had told him about called Guardians of GS, which was a series of books that basically told a story about students being thrown into a war between Shining and Shadow pokemon. He didn't want to put the book down, so he found way to read while getting ready.

                  After about 20 minutes, he was ready. He threw on his Suicune jacket for once, wearing a white undershirt and other clothing that matched the jacket. He put his cooking bandana and his copy og Guardians of GS in his messenger bag, with his school stuff, and flung it across his body. He placed his pokeballs on his waste, two still being in their ball capsules and with the seal on it.

                  "Oh yeah! I think I am ready for my first day!" He said, looking at himself in the mirror.

                  "Better yet, I know I am ready! I just need to remember to get a ball capsule for Edge after class." Dallas said, walking out of his dorm.
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                    Suicune Dorms; Soul's Dorm

                    The shining sun had appeared as the beautiful moon bid its farewell. The Pokémon started to roam around to find or hunt their food. The rays of the burning sunlight struck Soul's closed eyes. Letting out some tired sounds, He moved forawhile before getting up in a sitting position, His eyes opening. The trainer had a peaceful sleep after his chaotic night. His gaze turned towards his partners: Mimikyu and Rockruff, The former being chased by the latter. They both were playing, having no care about the world. The corner of his lips curved upward. If he had been like them, He would have forgotten the intriguing moment he had the previous night. . .

                    >> SHORT FLASHBACK <<


                    The Passimian jumped to avoid the dangerous moves from his opponents. The Rockruff and Mimikyu hit each other, with the former being hurt. Then, The Passimian frowned when he failed to successfully throw the capture device as he tripped over a grass. His badluck was his bestfriend the last day.

                    >> FLASHBACK END<<



                    The trainer frowned. 'Did I disappoint the Passimian? Am I always disappointing? Why can't I even land a hit on it?' His thoughts started to flow on the negative side as his frown grew. 'They did their best. . . Mimikyu and Rockruff. . . But, I just let them down. . . Maybe, I don't de --- ' He was pulled out of his negative thoughts as his partners let out a concerned cry, now infront of him. Mimikyu tilted his head to the side while Rockruff had his tongue out, wagging his tail happily. This managed to bring a smile on his face. "Sorry guys. I was just thinking about something. We won't give up ever! Would we?" Soul asked as he smirked.

                    "Kyu!"
                    "Row!"


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                    Soul had put on his black innershirt and his suicune jacket, along with his black pants and green sneakers. Currently, He was checking on if he was ready for his first class. After the quick check, His attention turned towards his mirror. "How do I look, guys?" He asked his partners. "MiKyu!" "RowRow!" Their cry and bark, respectively gave him positive answers. Ever since Soul hit his puberty, He had been going through changes which is common for teenager. He had been looking at his mirror recently to check if he looks fine which he wouldn't in earlier days. Soul didn't get it quite, But his dad told him that he is becoming a man.


                    Afterawhile, Soul turned the knob of his door, opening it as the fresh breeze of the dawn welcomed him, his brown hair dancing slowly in the soft wind. His sapphire eyes gazed around. The environment was rather pleasant and welcoming which he failed to notice because of his rushed entrance or the darkness of the night, He wasn't sure. "Lets go and check out our classes!" Yelling out at noone in particular, He made his way out to check his classes.


                    Pokémon Trainers Academy


                    After a short walk and observing the surrounding, He was walking in the corridors. His first class was 'Pokémon Mythology'. He gained interest on 'Mythology' when he heard tales about the origin of his residence 'Tapu Village'. According to the elders, The guardian deity of the island went on a rage and destroyed the village. Thus, the village was given the name after its reconstruction. If a small village has an interesting tale, Then what about the entire Alola? Or the entire world? This lit the flame of his interest in the mythology. Soul glanced at his watch. He had some time left before his classes start. "Guys, Who is ready for a short training session?" Without hesitation, Mimikyu and Rockruff nodded as the trio raced towards the nearby field for training. Hopefully, They won't get late for their classes.

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                    - Scratch
                    - Wood Hammer
                    - Drain Punch
                    - Shadow Ball
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                    - Tackle
                    - Bite
                    - Fire Fang
                    - Sand Attack
                    - Rock Tomb
                    - Leer
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                    The Time has Come


                    The last few days were a whirlwind for Desmond and his team with all the orientation seminars and tours of the campus. Having done his research on the place and explored a solid portion of the island already, it was safe to say he was pretty over the whole experience. He just wanted classes to start so that he could show off his battling ability and the hard work his Pokemon had put in.

                    During his free time, opting to be alone rather than with people, he spent a lot of time training, especially with Hecate and Ares. The two were fast becoming Desmond's strongest and the two even began to, dare he say, respect each other. There was still no hope for Leo and Hecate but at least the Umbreon didn't hate both of her teammates now. The respect was most seen in the fact that Hecate learned Helping Hand while working in tandem with Ares. Hecate had long been a loner Pokemon but this was a surprising turn of events. Meanwhile the Mantis Pokemon learned Vacuum Wave trying to deal with Hecate's swift movements. This gave Desmond some things to think about. Though it wasn't Ares' strong suit, a Helping Hand could make Vacuum Wave a surprising and devastating move.

                    The rest of his time, Desmond went back to town and bought that necklace that caught his eye. The one with the Rhyhorn penchant. Daro would love it...he hoped. The pair still weren't on great terms. Daro typically gave Desmond a dirty look when they saw each other before storming off. It killed him but there wasn't much he could do. Desmond would just have to wait until an opportunity presented itself for the two to be forced to interact.

                    Before heading out of his room, Desmond grabbed all of his information packets and looked them over. One side of his lips curled up to form a half smile as it seemed he was going to be in the Fighting Specialist/Self Defense class today. It was perfect for Desmond and his team. What better way to start the Academy then to show everyone he was the best Fighter in the school. He glanced over at his clock and saw he didn't have much time before class so he quickly threw on a shirt, jeans, his black jacket and, of course, his necklace before heading down to the cafeteria. There he grabbed a couple pieces of toast for him and his team each and headed back out towards the academic buildings, eating and walking in silence with his partners. The time had finally come for Desmond to show everyone what he and his team were made of.

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                    Ivrant Lehort and Desmond Allen- Cafeteria

                    Ivrant figured making path toward his class would be a good way to start off at the least. Maybe taking a few detours along the way and training his Pokemon along the way. They could benefit from a small walk at least. Dynamo and Knox were moving along with Ivrant though Knox naturally wasn't really the kinda mon to move around freely considering it was mostly made entirely of sand and dirt wasn't a very good substitute for it. Buster meanwhile was zooming around with Aqua Jet nearly tripping Ivrant a few times. "Careful Buster! Remember! Restraint! We aren't in battle we can't have you running around so reckless!" Ivrant called out. Buster was getting sort of better the past couple of days at least but it seemed nothing was going to change his hyperactive nature. At least he wasn't ramming Ivrant in the chest anymore so that was some progress. Ivrant's team was walking by the Cafeteria. He was half considering grabbing a snack to hang onto for after class but figured it'd be better to save that kind of money for lunch instead. Buster Meanwhile seemed to be more then excited to see more people hanging around this part of the academy as he was zooming by the different tables.

                    Desmond and his team were silently enjoying their quick breakfast as they made their way towards the academic buildings. Leo in particular was really enjoying his toast with Oran Berry jam. Desmond half-smiled to himself. Though he was a doofus at times, Desmond really did enjoy having the Heracross around. Desmond looked around as they walked, taking in the sights. There were a lot more students around than the past few days. It was kinda nice seeing everyone out and about, all happy about starting their first day at the Academy. Just then Desmond noticed a blue blur out of the corner of his eye. Turning to see what it was, he realized it was some kind of Pokemon barrelling towards him and his Pokemon. Instinctively, he jumped backwards, shouting for his Pokemon to do the same.

                    "Quick! Get out of the way!" Hecate and Ares had no trouble evading the oncoming Pokemon but Leo was a different story. Apparently, the toast had all of his attention and he didn't hear Desmond's command. The blue blur of a Pokemon sped by the Heracross, completely surprising the hungry Bug type causing him to drop his toast in the dirt. Tears began welling up in Leo's eyes as he looked down at his delicious breakfast. Desmond put his hand on his partner's back.

                    "It's alright Leo, no use crying over dropped toast." Desmond looked back towards where the blue blur had gone. It seemed it had also been surprised by Leo and had veered off into some bushes. Popping its head out, Desmond recognized the Pokemon as a Marill. "Good grief. So much destruction power for such a little guy. Where the hell is this Pokemon's trainer?" Desmond thought to himself, visibly annoyed.

                    "Buster!" Ivrant called out. He takes his eyes off of him for one second and already the little Marill is causing trouble. The Marill quickly popped out and rushed on over to his trainer, this time stopping right in front of him instead of rushing into him. He quickly noticed the other trainer and the upset Heracross. First thing in the morning he does is embaress himself. Fine start. "Oh... oh no... did Buster do that? Sorry sorry sorry... I'm still trying to train him to have some more self control but he's a hyperactive ball of energy I uh..." He looked down at the dropped toast. Darn he ruined a Pokemon's breakfast too. That wasn't good. Should he buy him some out of courtesy? Dynamo already seemed to be walking toward the dropped bread and picking it up taking note of how dirty it had gotten. Knox just kinda sat there looking confused.

                    "Sorry you uh, want me to get you another at the Cafeteria? Would hate to see a mon go hungry."

                    Desmond stared coldly as the trainer ran up to them and rambled on and such. Desmond honestly didn't care about the toast and Leo would get over it. It was the fact this Marill clearly had no discipline that bothered Desmond. Did this trainer know nothing about training or what? Desmond was ready to give this guy a piece of his mind. Hecate and Ares stood by his side glaring down at the other Pokemon

                    "Listen...." Desmond paused as his eyes noticed a small green flower Pokemon by this guy's feet. Desmond thought back to the first day he arrived on the island. There was that battle between a Swinub and a fancy Roselia. He had been pretty intrigued by the flower's fighting style. Maybe this guy wasn't that bad of a trainer after all. Still didn't excuse the Marill's actions but blowing up at the trainer wasn't going to solve anything when he clearly did have an idea of what he was doing.

                    "Stand down guys, no one got hurt." Desmond nodded towards his Pokemon.

                    Don't worry about the toast, Leo here will be fine." Desmond patted the Heracross' horn, softening his steely-eyed stare, "Just...keep that Marill of yours under better control. You're lucky it was only toast that was the victim this time. Next time could be a whole lot worse."

                    "Yeah... I've been trying to teach him to control himself the past couple days. I caught him and Knox here kind of recently. Knox is timid but he stays close by me alot but Buster still tends to run around alot of endless energy. I try to have my ball handy just incase he does something dangerous like use Belly Drum." Ivrant sighed, crossing his arms. Buster seemed to look right up at the trainers and Pokemon with a big goofy smile. "Guess I need to put him under some more stricter discipline... he used to rush right into me whenever I called him out but he has a little more restraint now compared to before."

                    Dynamo picked up the dropped toast and placed it into the trash nearby. A neat freak as always. He also took the time to pick up any trash that happened to be lingering by the can. "Alright Buster, look up to Leo and say your sorry alright?" Ivrant said to the Marill. The little blue ball of fun looked up at the Heracross with that wide grin still oh so tempted to rush off and continue its rampage. Ivrant wondered why this little guy had so much trouble sitting still? He did give off a small "Marill!" Toward the heracross but even Ivrant could tell it was a pretty half assed "Sorry".

                    Desmond listened politely as the trainer continued talking. At least he understood the situation even if he did seem to handle it differently then Desmond would have. Had it been his Pokemon, no doubt there would have been a stern talking to. He looked down at the little mouse-like Pokemon and just shook his head. That little ball of blue fur was going to be a menace around campus.

                    "A little discipline never hurt anybody, and that little guy definitely needs it from what I hear from you." Desmond looked back up at the trainer with a serious look, "I can tell you're a good guy and trainer and love your Pokemon and that's great but if you really want to get that Marill of yours under control, some sort of rules and regulations will go a long way towards making that happen."

                    Desmond eyes avert as he notices the Roselia picking up trash. "Just like that Roselia of yours. I remember watching it battle on the first day and found myself impressed by its ability to use its energy in a controlled manner leading to a strong victory."

                    Heracross looked glumly down as the Marill squeaked out its apology. "Hera..." He still wasn't happy but he did force a smile and forgive the Pokemon. Its just that now he was going to have to wait until lunch to get more food. Ares reached down one of its scythes to comfort Leo and offered him his last piece of toast of which Leo graciously accepted. Desmond's feeling of anger and annoyance dissipated a little as he watched the scene.

                    "So...I'm Desmond," He looked back towards the trainer, "and this is Hecate and Ares." He nods to his other Pokemon.

                    Ivrant looked back up to Desmond. "Ah, I'm Ivrant. As for my Pokemon, Dynamo, Buster, and Knox." Ivrant said, pointing to all three of them in that order. "Yeah, I've had Dynamo alot longer so training more then one Pokemon is a new experience for me. But uh... yeah! I'm pretty proud of Dynamo being able to make his technique work out! Most Rosellia usually fight from long or mid distance where he seems content fighting up close. He's helped me keep a bit of a win streak in the academy so far eheh." Ivrant chuckled. "Buster as well to an extent but I still need to get Knox some battle experience. She's still sort of timid around others. Ivrant said. The Sandygast seemed to be trying to hide by just looking like a regular pile of sand and sinking to the ground.

                    Dynamo finished cleaning up and hopped back to his trainer's side and glancing over to Buster just incase he tried to run off again. He would usually be the one to stop any nonsense that Buster would attempt to pull off by holding him in place with his vines. "Dynamo tries to help me put Buster under control as well but I think Buster is getting better at dealing with that though. Last time Dynamo tried to hold him with his vines he uh... went for quite a ride ahaha..." Dynamo didn't seem too pleased remembering that incident.

                    Desmond found himself completely unsurprised by what Ivrant was saying. In the few minutes they had known each other, he could guess exactly the personalities and nature of relationships in the group. He was a little surprised by the win streak though. This guy must be pretty good to already have a streak going. Ivrant would probably be the perfect person for Desmond to battle at the academy first. It would show the school just how strong he was and immediately put him at the top of the trainer pyramid. Not to mention he could show Ivrant how much better a trainer who disciplines and works with their Pokemon looks. With so little time before class though, Desmond decided it'd be best to wait until later to issue his challenge.

                    "That's pretty impressive. You must have some real talent." Desmond nodded approvingly towards Ivrant. "Hecate is my longest tenured partner. We're pretty much one in the same." Hecate nods her head before looking dismissively towards the Roselia and Marill. "Anyways...time to head to class. Nice to meet you Ivrant." Desmond nods to the fellow trainer and restarts his walk towards the academic building.

                    "Oh uh... I should do the same! I'll see you around Desmond!" Ivrant called out! That conversation had him already considering some more proper discipline for Buster if he got out of control... but for now it would probably be safer to keep Buster in his ball for now after that incident. Ivrant quickly drew the ball out and returned him for now. Having Buster out during class would be a disaster after all. When he had time today he'd need to put more work into controling the blue ball of fun. "Maybe I'll give mom a call. She helped my train Dynamo so she has to know some good ways to deal with Pokemon like this... something for later today probly." Ivrant shrugged and started to make his way toward class as well. Oddly enough it seemed to be the same way that Desmond was going... maybe they had the same class?

                    Desmond walked through the large ornate doors leading into the academic building his class was being held in. "Alright...Self-Defense/Fighting Specialist..." Desmond looked up at a glass case that had a list of classes and their rooms. "4D...got it." Now where is that? Desmond looked around unsure of where to look first. Hecate let out a sound to grab Desmond's attention. About 5 yards away, the Umbreon was at the entrance of a hallway. Guess it was that way. "Thanks Hecate." Desmond walked down the hallway and found his room. As he opened the door, he noticed Ivrant walking down the hallway. Was he in the same class? Desmond probably looked like a real jerk walking off to class alone when in fact Ivrant probably would have liked to walk with him. Oh well, what's done is done. Desmond had no real desire to talk more anyways. He walked into the room to find that most of his fellow classmates had already arrived. Thankfully there was still a spot open near the back, a couple rows up. There was only one other person in the row, some angry looking blonde girl with a Monferno in her lap. It was the perfect spot for Desmond, he wouldn't have to do any socializing and he could focus on the class. He made his way to the spot and sat down, returning Ares and Leo to their balls in the process.

                    Ivrant quickly followed suit and would enter class not shortly after. Knox wasn't by his side anymore as he walked in. She got a little exhausted going around the school so she was resting while Dynamo was still keeping up his pace. Seemed they got there fairly early. Even Desmond seemed to be in the same class just as he predicted! Dynamo seemed to quickly go for one of the seats in the middle row. "Ah,alright then Dynamo we can sit here." Ivrant said as he quickly glanced over to Desmond and gave him a small wave before sitting down. They'd have a good view of the entire room like this at least! He was kind of dissapointed that the fighting type class didn't look like a dojo or something... oh well, style wasn't the important thing here.
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                    Silvana yawned rather loudly as she woke up, only to open her eyes and--...She was blind. No--wait. There was something fluffy on her face. Silvana gingerly grasped and lifted a familiar emolga, her brow furrowing in mild annoyance. The sleepy pokemon, who she definitely didn't remember letting out of her pokeball, stretched and yawned, almost as if mimicking her. ...Silvana shifted to sit up and placed Lidelle down next to her. You belong ...over here, little sass monster. She then hopped up and disregarded the odd wakeup. Phew. She felt ...sore! Oh hell. Why couldn't she be more fit? Somehow she'd expected to be tougher than most of the other kids on account of not spending any time around technology and doing everything herself, but it was with reluctance, then, that she had to admit she was probably a bit lazier than she was giving herself credit for. She hoped whatever class she was in today wouldn't put her through anything physical.

                    Meandering over to her PJs, she noticed a clock on the wall. Wow, that ... looked almost late! Reading her schedule, she discovered...

                    Physical? More like psychical! Whatever that meant. Silvana's expression twisted in disgust. Some administrator had obviously not been paying attention when she'd voiced her interests. ...She wasn't a psychic! What was she supposed to learn here?? She had no psychic ability whatsoever!! Ugh. ...She hoped it wouldn't be too embarrassing, at least. Aaaaand holy crud she was late!! PJs flew across her room as she rushed to get dressed and head out. A few minutes later, a somewhat unenthusiastic and disheveled looking Silvana meandered her way into Human Psychic Training. I mean--Most people didn't show up in gold trimmed armor, but she still somehow managed to come off as a bit out of it. Whew. Looked like she made it in the nick of time.
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                      Getting books (Day 2)

                      Lucas’s finger’s ran over the spines of the books on the shelf, his eyes quickly scanning the books to see if there was anything about mythology. He saw a book titled Arceus or Mew: The Warring Beliefs, and he quickly pulled it from the shelf and looked at the first few pages. There was a table of contents, a short bio on the author, and a disclaimer. This will work. I should get another one, though, he thought as he continued scanning the shelves. He didn’t see other books about mythology, but on one of the books, he saw a name. He grabbed the book, scanning the cover as to find out what the book was. It was titled Celestic Town: History Preserved, and it was written by Cynthia herself! Lucas eagerly held on to the book and went to go check out.
                      Once he had gotten his books and had put them in his bag, he headed to the center of the Academy. He had memorized the map of the island, but not the map of the Academy itself. He saw the map in the Academy center and located his classroom. It was in room 2B, wherever that was. Lucas checked the map, and once he had found B Building, he headed off. He arrived at the classroom, which was mostly empty. Lucas walked to the back corner and set his stuff down and sat down. He looked around the room and saw models of Legendary Pokemon, posters about Legendary Pokemon, and many other thing littering the walls and shelves. Lucas pulled out his book on Celestic Town and started reading.
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                        Eric woke up and got dressed as quickly as possible. He grabbed this backpack, and made his way towards the library. Eric looked for a single book that detailed the myths and legends of seven different regions in the Pokémon World. He found a book titled Myths and Legendary Pokémon From Around The World Eric then checked the book out, and headed over to the main Academic building, and sat down near the only other student that happened to be there this early.
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                          Lucas McMillan and Eric Damon
                          Before Class (Day 2)

                          Lucas looked up from his book as someone sat down next to him. Who was this and what did they want? Lucas thought as he bookmarked the page he was on and set it down on his desk. "Hello," Lucas said, putting on a slight smile.

                          Eric realized this unknown person was talking to hi. "Hi." He replied, smiling somewhat back. "This is where the Pokemon mythology class takes place, am I right?" Eric then waited for a reply from... Whoever this guy was...

                          "Yep," Lucas replied. "I heard that this class has two teachers, and neither of them have shown up yet. I got here early to do some reading and get a feel for the class. Looks pretty interesting." Lucas gestured to all the things around the room. He then proceeded to introduce himslef. "I'm Lucas McMillan by the way. Suicune Dorm."

                          "I'm Eric Damon, of the Entei Dorm." Eric introduced himself. "I hope they come soon."

                          "Me too," Lucas replied, unsure of where to take the conversation next. He rapped his fingers on the cover of his book.

                          Eric opened up the book he borrowed, and looked through it. Although Eric was a devout follower of Arceus, there was still much he had to learn about some of the other Pokemon spoken of in myth. Eric nervously clenched the locket around his neck for luck. Eric then proceededy to whisper a prayer to the almighty Arceus itself.
                          "Please help me through this, Arceus. Guide me to success, and I will bring justice to this world." Eric sighed after this, hoping Lucas didn't quite hear Eric's prayer.

                          Lucas watched Eric grab a book and Lucas scanned the cover. Its title read Myths and Legendary Pokémon From Around The World. This intrigued Lucas, as he had not seen it when he had been at the library. Lucas grabbed his book, Celestic Town: History Preserved and returned to reading it. He occasionally glanced over his book to look at Eric, then went back to reading.

                          Eric continued reading, and took notes on a piece of paper, looking at the door once every few minutes.
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                            This is it. Cyan was finally going to The Pokemon Trainer Academy, maybe he is going to meet Viola again. It's been a really long time. How old was he again? 7... or 8 maybe? It's not like it mathers, does it? Maybe she's forgoten about him. No, he needs to stop thinking like this. She went out of her way to give him Lara, so theres no way she did right?

                            His mind was racing with uncertainties, when he heard the anouncement on the loudspeakers: "Due to the smoke rising from mount chiminey, all planes will be canceled for the day. We are sorry for any inconvenience. If you want a refund, please speak with the front desk."

                            "Wha... WHAT?" Cyan was looking a bit perplexed. Now he was going to miss the first day, maybe not even get the classes he wanted, and... and who knows what else would happen on the day he missed? Also, he needed to go to the front desk to get his money back.

                            Just waiting in the line made him anxious. He did'nt want to speack to anyone, much less someone he never met before. He was almost quitting when someone finally called him.

                            "Can I help you sir?" a middle-aged man that looked like didn't want to be there asked. "...yes..." Cyan said, on a quiet voice "... I need my money back... ..." "Sure, just tell me the number of the flight and the money will be sent to your account at the end of the day." "but... what about my flight? I was supposed to be there already..." "Well, you can goo back to Sleteport City and catch a boat, or wait until the next plane..."

                            And thats how Cyan got stuck in a boat after paying half of his money. At Least, he was going to the Academy now. Late, but he was going. Thats when he realised, Tesla was out of his pokeball. He couldn't have left him back in Hoenn, he checked three times if his pokemon were in the balls. Tesla must have escaped on the boat and attached to someones hair... great. Now he has to hunt for one of the smallest pokemon on the entire world, and one that is likely to be stuck to someones hair.

                            Cyan spent 30 minutes trying to find Tesla. Absolute zero luck. That's when he remembered that Jolticks feed on eletricity, so maybe he went down to the engine room and started feeding on the bateries... yeah that must be it. Tesla once caused a power surge in his house because of this habit. So Cyan went down to the engine room and there it was! The little guy seemed like it had the time of his life.

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                              Arwyn Wilton - Waking up

                              It was finally a new day. After spending an unhealthy amount of time being explained all about the island, it was finally time for classes. Arwyn didn't mind spending entire days in the dorms, but classes are what he was here for. He woke up and went for breakfast. He couldn't find Rosa, interestingly enough, so he just poured himself some Seareal. A cute Pokémon, a Victini, was on the box. Red pieces of seareal came out. He poured some Moomoo milk into it, and it was ready to be eaten. It tasted surprisingly plain. He tried to avoid contact with any other dorm members, as some came in to eat some breakfast themselves. He also let Scraggy out to eat some. But... what to do about Klink? He likes electricity....... suddenly an idea appeared in Arwyn's head. All he has to do is let Klink take electricity from a Wall outlet. There were more than enough of those around, so Arwyn let Klink out, and it immediatly headed for one of the outlets. After being done with eating, it was time to head to class! He shouldn't be late for his first classes, so he decided to go a little bit early.
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                                Day 2

                                All right! After a whole day spent on a boat, Cyan finally arrived in the island. It was about time, Lara had thrown up twice, and you don't want to see a Larvesta throwing up.

                                Once he arrived at Oak Town, he grabs a map of the island and takes a look at it. The island sure was big, so where to start? Going straight to his classes seemed like a nice idea, but he had no idea of when or where they were, and since he was late, why not take a day off and explore the wilderness of the island?

                                So, after quickly dropping some stuff on the dorm carefully so no one would notice him. Then, after going back to Oak Town, he realesed his pokemon so they could have some fresh air, maybe train a bit later on.

                                Tesla immediately attached too Cyan's jacket, as usual. Lara though, seemed like it was still feeling sick from the boat ride, so Cyan had to use one of his Lava Coockies to make her feel beeter. They had a strool aroud the city and ended up near the forest, so why not go there? Lara and Tesla were exited as well, so it's not like Cyan had an option.

                                They barely steped inside the forest when they heard a scream: "HEY! YOU! LET'S HAVE A BATTLE!!!" Cyan was startled but simply tried to ignore the prescholler's challenge, while quickly walking away. Cyan was alredy feeling nervous, a 'Stranger Danger' sort of feeling. Though he was trying to run away, no one can really escape from a trainer battle so he just stopped walking, turned around and said: "...fine...""HUH? WHAT WAS THAT?". The kid was starting to piss Cyan off, so he just called Tesla into battle.

                                Here's the thing with Tesla, he has absolutely ZERO damaging moves. Not even toxic. Well, unless you count Absorb as a damaging move. The Preschollers first (and hopefully last) pokemon was a Wooper. The Wooper was quite small, so it was probably a low-level Pokemon. This was a great training for Tesla, who really needed some new moves. First, Tesla used Spider Web, making wooper unable to escape, while wooper goes for... mud sport. "Tesla, lets finish him while he is stuck! Use Absorb!" "WE ARE NOT LOOSING! USE ENCORE!"
                                "...Ok, Tesla, just do what you gotta do." And thats the story, of how a Wooper had its energy completely gone, after four Absorbs.

                                "HOW DID YOU BEAT WOOPER?!? HE IS SUPOSED TO BE UNBEATABLE! ARE YOU A CHAMPION?" "...what... no..." "WE ARE NOT DONE YET! GO, PARAS!" "goddamit kid... Lara, you are up next. There is no way we can lose this." As you can imagine, the paras didn't last long. A single Ember was more than enough. "YOU MEANIE! YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME WIN!!!" "......no." "JUST TAKE THIS AND GO AWAY, BULLIE!" Cyan got $47! Well, all money is apreciated.

                                Cyan went deeper into the forest. Not too deep, just somewhere where he wouldn't need to socialise with people. There, they all practiced their aim. Cyan made a small target with sticks and leaves, and Tesla was supposed to hit String Shot right at the center. Later, they had some endurance training on Lara. Tesla would keep using Absorb on Lara, while she would use a Sunny Day plus Morning Sun combo.

                                While they were training, Tesla noticed that some of the leaves were gone from the target. "This was obviously a job done by a pokemon, maybe... a bug?". That's when Lara started calling out Cyan: "Lar, LAR!". "Oh, Tracks! Lets see...multiple, small, and round footprints... it really may be from a bug! Here, Lara, a Coockie." Though there were tracks, the little thing was nowhere to be found. everybody was tired from training, so they just decided to go back to Oak town, avoiding any trainers that could be found along the way.

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