[PKMN FULL] Shadows of Orre (M) IC

History

Set in the year of 2633, the Region of Orre has slowly became a place of darkness and secreats. Having been taken over by Ghetsis nearly 500 years previous, the deranged man held a PokeVillian conference for any of the disbanded syndicates, who still had passionate believers to assemble. This threw the Region into more turmoil than it could have possibly been ready for. There was no single hero to save the day this time.

Ghetsis had put in motion a plan that would span generations, he succeeded. With the number of twisted scientists at the now corrupt Pokemon HQ having been working tirelessly for the past half millennia to perfect the art of creating Shadow Pokemon, by artificially closing the door to a Pokemon's heart. These Shadow Pokemon have secretly been released into the wild, while also given away to trainers who competed in the many Colosseum Tournaments. Making the Region unforgivable to visitors, the dangers of vicious human attacking Pokemon was far too much for average trainers to even be granted access into the Orre Region.

Yet even with the knowledge of "True Wild Pokemon," overrunning the land, the roughneck natives of the Region remained strong throughout the years. Many people still lived the harsh lives that the Orre Region had to offer with pride. As well as many of the attractions the Continent had to offer also remained operational. Mt. Battle, the Battle Tower, and of course the wide spread Colosseum Matches still continued regularly.


Plot

You, either native to the Orre Region or somebody "lucky" enough to have been given special access to the land. Your reasons for visiting the land can range drastically. From being a high ranked trainer with aspirations to participate in the Regional Championship by defeating the Colosseum Matches, to a Pokemon Scientist curious about the "True Wild Pokemon" of the Region. You may be a Pokemon Villain who wants to make a name for yourself in the highest crime rate Region in the world, or just a native to the land trying to make your way through life.

ACCEPTED ROLE PLAYERS

Sheraku
- Seth Zypher (Snagger)
- Kumori Sheraku (Team Rocket FreeRunner - Dark Pokemon Specialist )

DemonicWolf
-Maya (-)
-Yuki (Demonslayer & Researcher)

Daisuke Mitsuharu
-Geoffrey Allbritton (Sinnoh-Elite Four Trainer)
-Maya Aldaine (Top Pokemon Coordinator)

IceMan3317
-Dalex Brooks (Duke of Kalos-Paleontologist)
-Kaitlyn Bell (Paleontologist-Top 32 of Kanto League)

KarmaOver9000
-Dyre Parker (n/a)

YourMindOnACID
-Brian Perrish (Drifter)

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SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: UNKNOWN (Orre Desert)

In the vast wastelands of the Southern Orre Desert a young man stood alone. His white hair was whipped about by the vicious winds, as it shimmered with many colors. His over-sized goggles provided his eyes protection from the stinging sands and hough the rest of his upper-body was nearly bare. he held firmly in a vertical position. Thoughts passed through his mind, what had he done with his life? He faintly remembered friends, but they were nearly all just memory.

A chime sounded, snapping the man back into reality. He waved his hand in front of him and a map appeared only to his eyes. A red indicator blinked near his hometown of Pyrite. A quiet sigh escaped him as he stomped on the ground with his right foot. An electronic hum, accompanied by the turning of gears, filled the area around him as his boot began to quickly take the shape of a sleek hover-bike. With the transformation complete he veered the vehicle to be facing North, and sped off with remarkable speed.

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KUMORI SHERAKU
LOCATION: POKEMON HQ

Kumori, a young woman who specialized with the Dark-Type made her way down one of the many dimly lit corridors, her Liepard close behind. She weaved her way through the halls knowing them by heart, as this place had long since to her been known as, home. From the open doors, she heard Scientists conversing on their latest finds and ideas, but paid them no-heed. She never really liked the "Coats" who also inhabited her living space. Stopping when she came to a rather large pair of sliding mechanical doors imprinted with a red 'R.'

Stepping inside without so much as a knock, no expression on her face as she approached a well dressed man sitting behind a sturdy desk. "Sir, I think my presence here is no longer required. With your permission I'd like to again take my leave. There is supposedly a Colosseum match to be held at Pyrite, and-" Her voice was soft and delicate, but held a certain authority as well, that is of course before it was cut off.

"By all means," the man replied aware of Kumori's desire to enter said Tournament. "Remember, you've been given the unique rights among our...Family. Do what you will. We're plenty busy at the moment here researching 'it' just be sure to report back anything of interest."

Without another word Kumori nodded and left silently back into the halls. " I could care less about "it", but he's been spotted there numerous times, recently, Purrloin." Kumori informed her Evolved Pokemon by her original name. Liepard yawned noisily her response and kept pace with her Trainer.

Dalex Brooks:
Location: Gateon Port
Party: Greninja, Aegislash, Lucario, Garchomp, Braviary, Tyrantrum


"And Dalex Brooks and Kaitlyn Bell are both down to their final pokemon of Greninja and Delphox! This had got to be one of the closest battles in Kalos League history!!" The announcer yelled as he stood and watched the heated battle.

"This next move will decide it Kaitlyn!" Dalex yelled across the field.

"Yes it will! But you will probably win like always! Delphox use Mystic Fire!" Kaitlyn cried.

Dalex listened and shook his head. "You still haven't figured out the reason you have trouble winning! Greninja, use Night Shade to cut through the fire and hit Delphox!" Dalex shouted the command.

Delphox fired off Mystic Fire and Greninja moved quickly and cut through the fire, but taking a lot of damage. Greninja made had a hit and a large explosion filled the field. The shock wave sent dust in all directions and Dalex had to close his eyes and stand his ground to keep from blowing back. The dust finally settled.

"Unbelievable ladies and gentlemen! It is a double knock out! Both Greninja and Delphox are unable to battle! I repeat, both are unable to battle!!" The announced boomed over the intercom.

Dalex woke up. The sunrise was coming through the curtains in his room. He flung the blankets off of him and swung his legs over the bed.

"Kaitlyn, if you had just had confidants in your own abilities that day, you would have won." Dalex whispered to himself, referring to the dream he had just had.

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Kaitlyn Bell:
Location: Ship heading for Gateon Port.
Pokemon: Delphox, Gengar, Aurorus, Heliolisk, Gogoat, Tyranitar

Kaitlyn walked out on the deck of the ship. The sun was just rising and she had already been awake for an hour or so. She was woke up by a nightmare. A nightmare she did not wish to think about, but couldn't. A nightmare about Dalex getting hurt saving her, but not surviving. She missed Dalex dearly and she wished she was not going to be in Orre alone. Thousands of thoughts flooded her. One being robbed to one being... well she didn't want to say. She had not heard good things about Orre, but she wanted to go. She knew that at least Agate Village was peaceful, but she couldn't help, but shiver at the thought at what might happen to her in Orre. She was invited by a man in a tux. The more she thought about it, the more she thought she had made a terrible mistake.

"Oh Dalex, how much I wish you were going to be with me in Orre. I just hope I haven't made a terrible mistake." Kaitlyn gulped, but then turned to head back to her room in order to get some sleep. It would still be a few hours before she arrived in Orre.

SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN
TEAM: Charmeleon, Mawile, Nidoking, Aggron, Zangoose, Gengar

On the horizon, Seth could see the town of Pyrite, most notably the rusty dome shape of the Colosseum, the inoperative windmill was also a major stand out to newcomers, but having seen it countless times it was the furthest thing going through his mind. Fully aware that he missed todays Colosseum Matches, being it was intentional. Seth still had planned to be there for the following day. He did have a reputation to keep, even if it was one of a severely dark nature.

Pulling up to the South Gate Seth reverted his hoverbike back into it's boot form. He then lifted his goggles off his eyes and onto his forehead pushing his snowy bangs up and out of the way. Very casually he let out his oldest partner, Charmeleon. Even someone like Seth knew that it wasn't wise to walk the streets of Pyrite unprepared. Especially with the recent showings of various crime groups. Sure there was always some team or another lurking about, however the past few months have been ridiculous.

Charmeleon stretched out, and coughed up a small flare before cracking his neck looking up to Seth's cold eyes, with an equally icy glare. The two were as close as could be, but usually didn't show their emotions as they felt. This was obvious by the wicked smile that was plastered regularly on Seth's face, though it was more of a smug look if anything.

Ignoring the passerby's Seth made his way down the main street, which was littered with the participants of today's matches. He stopped when he came to the Cafe, his usual hangout. If he wasn't in the desert, doing who knows what, he could be found at the bar from midday 'til early morning. He pressed through the swinging old fashion doors of the entry way, and took a quick glance throughout the other visitors, a few of which got up and left at his mere presence.

Seth held his gaze a moment on a young girl who sat alone at one of the booths near the entrance. He figured it odd, but paid no further heed as he made his way to the far seat of the bar. No words were needed as he placed a couple silver coins on the counter and held out two fingers. The bartender quickly retrieved two small shot glasses and filled them with a dark brown liquid. One of which was instantly slammed by the Pokemon Trainer, as he held the second with his robotic equiped left hand.

Charmeleon stood behind his Trainer and looked over the customers once more before crossing his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes glued to the door. The place was quiet and well kept, but Charmeleon never felt at ease anytime he was within the towns limits.

Brian Parrish
Location | 15 minutes due east of Pyrite Town
Pokemon | Gengar, Blaziken, Scizor, Luxray, Alakazam, Swampert

"Yes, yes, I know it's dangerous..." breathed Brian Parrish, the beleaguered young man with more than a taste of aggrivation in his voice. His sweat drenched face twisted into a tight scowl. "But I guarantee it won't be as dangerous as me if I go another hour without food." Even before the words left his mouth, Brian's stomach rumbled with an agreeing snarl that would have scared most small Pokemon. "So let's just go already! Scizor probably knows the place as well as his Pokeball with how many times he's been there. Seriously friend, I get it... we walked into the lion's den by just being here, but endin' up a shriveled bag o' bones in some desert doesn't do anyone a bit o' good. Seriously, we've been having this argument for days. For someone soooo smart, you're as thick as a damned brick wall. HEY?! ARE YOU LISTENING?!"

Brian was ranting. Again. The recipient of his constant word blather didn't bat an eye. In fact, Alakazam didn't so much as open his eyes. The unfathomably intelligent Pokemon had grown accustomed to Brian's mouth and how it had a tendency to run when he was frustrated. The pair had been at a standstill for two days, stuck in place in the desert outside of an unfamiliar Pyrite Town. Alakazam worked a valid angle. Brian had three days worth of experience within the region of Orre; a region wrought with more dangers in every corner than any place he'd passed through in an already hunted existence. Truly, coming to Orre was akin to a zebra venturing near a pride of lions. For Brian, anyone and everyone could be an enemy. Every organization that hounded him was at the height of their power within Orre, and all it would take to make his life much harder than it needed to be was one simple grunt who happened to pay attention to 'If you see a team of these Pokemon, alert a superior immediately' speeches they were so often given.

Alakazam pressed with stone faced determination that Brian shouldn't be entering any unknown location in Orre without extensive recon first. However, after two days of Scizor zipping from dark corner to dark corner and skulking just outside of vision, nothing turned up but the obvious. Yes, there were threats. Ones in plain sight and potential ones around every corner. That had never stopped them before. Living a life on the run, Brian had grown quite adept at changing his appearance. In Hoenn, his hair was buzzed and he often donned fancy looking clothing. In Sinnoh, his hair was short and vivid blue, while his garb was very nondescript aside from the gigantic shades always hiding his eyes. It was the same in Unova and Kalos; always a different Brian to help elude detection. In fact, his only identifiable trait was his team. As much as Brian changed, his team never did. Orre was no different. The Brian that arrived in Orre had long smokey gray hair, and a similarly gray cap. On his chest was formal looking tan button down shirt, or rather would have looked formal if it wasn't left unbuttoned to nearly his belly button. A thick, silver studded belt was the only thing preventing Brian's jet black jeans from falling off his thin waist. Long story short, the young man was once again unrecognizable, as he was every time he arrived at a new place.

All of Alakazam's caution would be for naught if heat stroke and starvation reared their ugly heads, and Brian was done yielding to the Pokemon's judgement. As brilliant and reliable as Alakazam was, he often forgot that Brian and the rest of the team weren't invincible. Fatigue was starting to wear on them all. Even the ever proud Blaziken couldn't keep on a mask of strength. "I'm sorry buddy, we're going. It's a bad idea, yes, but we all need food and rest. Even you. Plus, when **** hits the fan, you and I will come up with somethin' like we always do." Brian offered a genuine smile to Alakazam, placing a hand on the Pokemon's shoulder to help reassure him that they'd make it through this one alive, too. Alakazam peeked open one eye, gave a short huff, and popped himself back into his Pokeball. -I know, my friend. I know- Brian thought understandingly as he patted Alakazam's Pokeball; one of his five with a disabled lock.

With that business out of the way, Brian was able to focus on...well...staying alive for another day. He craned his neck to look at the oppressive looking town in front of him. He nodded, now reassuring himself, before sprinting as fast as his exhausted legs would carry him toward Pyrite Town. Not twenty minutes later did Brian burst through the doors of a building he pegged as a cafe. Thankfully, he was right. The half dead young man collapsed onto a seat at the counter and allowed his head to smack down onto the wood. "For the love o' everything goodly...water...please."

Dyre Parker
Location: Pyrite Town
Pokemon: Aryth

A man sat in the bar across from seth, he had pale usually light caramel skin. The man had shaggy Jet black hair with a streak of white running down the middle to across.
He wore a trenchcoat that seemed to big for his body which the sleeves reached down to his knees and the ends of his trenchcoat touched the ground he waved his glass in the air kicking his feet against the edge of the bar.
A duskull hovered by him, Aryth, Her name was. she floated down by his chair and tugged on his trench coat.
"Dyre, what are you doing?" She softly whispered into his ear so no one could hear "Your going to get yourself thrown out..." Dyre chuckled but held his ears shut after hearing the scream of what sounded like a sore fangirl "Hey! Who ever is making that noise, Please shut up!"

(Sorry in a rush, Posts will be much longer than this trust me.)

SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN
TEAM:


Bringing the second shot glass to his mouth, Seth was about to pound it down, when a young sweat drenched man suddenly burst through the doors and slammed his head dramatically onto the counter a few seats down, practically begging for water. Seth rolled his eyes as he took his second drink, swinging the glass onto the counter with a rather moderate force. Just enough to be heard throughout the small building. 'Tourists.' he monologues to himself.

Moments later the young girl Seth had noted upon his entry to the Cafe ran over to be on the swivel stool next to his. The girl had a peculiar grin on her face, one of a seemingly dark nature, much like the smirk he usually wore. "You're Seth riiightt?! she questioned doing a rather expansive motion with her hands. A few people could be heard in the seats nearby as they murmured remarks regarding Seth. This is what sparked his own malicious smile to appear across his face. Especially when the girl next opened her mouth.

A request to get her into the Colosseum? Simply outstanding! "I mean if you don't I could just rip your throat off and stuff," she added, oh so threateningly. Seth couldn't hold back a small chuckle of entertainment, he was receiving from the strange girl. "You, talk pretty big pint-size." Seth verbalized in a harsh, torn up, yet careless tone.

"Hey! Who ever is making that noise, Please shut up!" A man with a Duskull floating above his shoulder shouted from across the bar. Seth looked up at him, but only for a brief moment before looking back to the obviously determined child. "Got any money, or maybe even an equally importantly question, any Pokemon, Pint-Size?" Seth asked nonchalantly ignoring the fact he was speaking with a kid, hearing yet more chatter from the people next by. An older couple even got up, and left the man did so, even disgruntled shoving past Seth.

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KUMORI SHERAKU
LOCATION: GATEON PORT

Sitting in the back of an unmarked helicopter, just one of the advantages of being a member of Team Rocket, though she rarely made this know. She prefered to pickpocket from unsuspecting strangers during casual conversation. Liepard sat up in the seat beside her Trainer, looking intently out the window. Once above the Gateon Port, Kumori looked out upon the ocean, in the distance she could see a ship. Difficult to tell from this distance, but it looked like a passenger cruise. A fine opportunity for her. The helicopter slowly lowered onto the landing pad. The pilot clad in an entire Rocket Grunt Uniform, hat and all, looked back over his shoulder and gave the motion that it was safe to exit.

Thanks for being so devoted, Kai! Real undercover!" Kumori snapped sarcasticly, with a wide, thankful smile. Kai, was most likely not the man's name, but Kumori usually added the word randomly within her statement, a strange habit she picked up long ago. She lept out of the chopper, keeping her head low to avoid the spinning blades. Purrloin right behind her. Kumori adjusted her bag so that the Rocket Emblem could not be seen from any angle. Keeping one hand firmly in place on the bag she shyly grabbed the strap over her shoulder. She was very good at falsifying emotion, as she appeared completely lost, timidly navigating through the moderate spaces between the strangers that crowded the open concrete port.

Heading for the Pokemon Center to the far west of the town. Being one of her primary reasons for stopping in the port town was to visit the shop. She'd much rather buy her merchandise from here than in Pyrite. Okay, so here could get a little rough too from time to time, but it was still significantly safer than that scum-bag town. Kumori made sure to look about peoples faces judging them as she shyly passed by. Purrloin crept carefully behind it's Trainer glaring up at each passerby, protectively.

Dalex Brooks:
Location: Gateon Port
Party: Greninja, Aegislash, Lucario, Garchomp, Braviary, Tyrantrum

Dalex put on some clothes that didn't look like he had much. He knew Orre was bad and he knew that there would be thugs and others who might try some stuff. So he knew to look like he was from here and not Kalos. Most people not from Kalos make out like the are stuck up snobs who only care about money, but Dalex knew that a good amount of people are actually pretty nice. Dalex wore a large, blood red jacket that went down below his waste. It wasn't a trench coat, but it was pretty close. Everything else was black that he wore. Dalex knew it would trick most of the people in Orre, but they would be surprised if they talked to him. Dalex also put his wallet in a hidden pocket that was inside his shirt. He new there were pickpockets around as well. After spending a year or two in Team Flare, Dalex could also tell who was actually part of a crime syndicate like Team Rocket, so tricksters could not trick him very easily. He had only been here for about four months, but he knew what to expect.

He didn't know what time it was as he walked downstairs and got a few things out of the vending machines and than took a seat at one of the empty tables.

KUMORI SHERAKU
LOCATION: GATEON PORT

Though the Center was in obvious site, Kumori still chose to take the long way around where less people were. Luckily for them she was pretty set on what she needed, being her own spending money that is. She wouldn't dare risk making a scene this soon after her arrival into the town. Especially when given her mode of transportation, not everyone simply swoops in a helicopter. She'd give the people some time to forget her face, though that just didn't seem possible.

It still didn't take long for the girl to make it to the red-roofed building. All Pokemon Centers in the Orre Region, much like many of the others, now had the town's primary shop incorporated within. Making her way to the far right corner of the place she stopped at the counter, and greeted the man coyly. Lifting her pale pink brim so the salesman could see her emerald eyes Kumori indicated to the Hyper Potions displayed. "Five please. Oh, and two Revives, if you've got 'em." her sweet voice hid no malicious intent. Presenting the man with the rather large amount needed to pay for the products she smiled weakly before stuffing the items into the bag.

Purrloin, Kumori's Liepard, held up at the front of the Center and waited patiently for her Trainer to return, which she soon did. "You feeling chipper, Purrloin?" Kumori asked indicating to the Nurse, getting nothing more than a quiet hiss back. "Oh you, don't give me that, it wasn't an insult or anything, Kai. I'm just saying it's a long way to Pyrite and I don't need you to collapse halfway there." Kumori said with a giggle patting her purple feline on the head.

Brian Parrish
Location | Pyrite Town cafe
Pokemon | Gengar, Blaziken, Scizor, Luxray, Alakazam, Swampert

"Head off the counter. Now" came the bartender's gruff voice from what sounded like mere inches away from Brian's ears. The nomad hadn't realized the extent of his exhaustion until he was back in civilization and able to catch his breath. Almost constantly on the run for over half of his life, Brian had long since grown a natural endurance to harsh wilds and fatigue. Exhaustion to that degree didn't often hit him. The deserts of Orre were a completely different beast though. Two days in the unforgiving desert and no protection from the sun or cold nighttime winds brought Brian to the brink. It was, by far and away, the most brutal landscape he'd traversed.

It took him a minute to break from his reverie, lift his head, and nearly touch noses with the bartender, who had been standing over him menacingly. Brian immediately saw the correlation between the harsh environment and its residents. The man gave off an almost palpable callous aura and clearly had no love for unrecognized faces. It wasn't the bartender that captured Brian's attention though, rather what was in his hand. There in the man's thick fingers was a small glass filled three quarters of the way with water. One ice cube floated carelessly on the surface, as if it was the bartender's way of saying 'wanted it cold? here's one ice cube and go **** yourself, newcomer'. Brian didn't care. He grasped for the glass like it was the edge of a cliff and the water was gone in the blink of an eye. Brian wasn't even sure it touched his tongue. "Refill, and a shot o' your best whiskey. Now" Brian returned, his voice suddenly full of malice. He met the bartender's now shocked expression with a steely one of his own, his eyes shooting daggers through the man. Although Brian was still in dire straits, he was not about to let some small town bartender speak to him like that. Although he had nothing against the man, being a new face in town meant he had to prove certain things rather forcefully before he could relax again. One of those things being that he wasn't one to push around.

Brian swigged the next cup of water at a more human pace, followed it in no time with the shot (which wasn't very good whiskey at all), and exhaled the liquor burn as well as seemingly all his frustrations. Suddenly, the Brian that threatened a bartender simply aggravated at some lunatic slamming their head on the counter was gone, and replaced by a much more cheery fellow. A wide, sheepish smile crossed his face and his whole posture shifted to a more relaxed position. The sound of a Pokeball popping open followed, and there was his Gengar. A similarly wide, but definitively more demented, smile was spread across the Pokemon's face. She swiveled around in mid-air, taking in all the sights and began laughing. Gengar seemingly couldn't contain her giddiness, phasing in and out of view in sundry locations around Brian's head. And what most would have perceived as just a Gengar acting as normally as any other Gengar, Brian and his had a...code...of sorts. Gengar had noticed something very out of the ordinary. Well, two things. Firstly was the other ghost Pokemon in the room; an oddly colored Duskull. That was certainly odd. What Pokemon tugs on its trainer's clothes to get their attention...and then floats up directly near their ear? The other was a young girl with a strange aura. Call it an animalistic hunch, but Gengar felt very uneasy about her. However, with no way to actually communicate these things to Brian, Gengar would have to point out the people she noticed. Brian would take care of the rest. But for now, Gengar kept acting a fool; such was the way she alerted Brian to something strange before being able to convey what little she can.

Brian took note of his Pokemon's behavior but also continued to act normally. "Did I just hear somethin' about a Colosseum?" he asked in Seth's direction, twisting around in the barstool to look at the odd couple of him and the young girl. "And did I hear you volunteering yourself to show me how to get there?" Brian knew the strange shirtless man said no such thing, but Brian was formulating a plan and this person was going to help him achieve it. "You did? Thanks! Name's Brian, and yours?" he asked cheerily. An ever so slight glint flashed behind Brian's eye. -This man is dangerous. Perfect-

SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN (Cafe)
TEAM: Charmeleon, Mawile, Nidoking, Aggron, Zangoose, Gengar

Diverting his attention from the young, nameless, girl to the individual he pegged as a "tourist" who soon spoke up obviously in his direction. It seemed as though Seth's hunch was true, as this man who called himself, Brian, introduced himself carelessly making assumptions, and completely oblivious to who Seth was. Seth's dark eyes flashed a bright green, but only for a moment at Brain's Gengar. 'So, just a regular Pokemon' He said internally, though it was obvious to begin with, Seth just liked to make sure. He also quickly took this opportunity to sight out the Duskull in the background, too, another normal Pokemon.

Initially ignoring Brian's request, Seth held his devilish smile. "You reeeally aren't from around here...and of course I'm talking, Orre, in it's entirety." Seth spoke, intentionally not introducing himself back, as he pressed up out of his seat, taking a few paces towards the stranger. "You done any homework regarding a Colosseum Match? I give you fair warning, it's nothing like the Stadium." Seth added calmly looking over his shoulder so that this message was also relayed to the young girl behind him, before putting his eyes back onto Brian.

Dalex Brooks:
Location: Gateon Port
Party: Greninja, Aegislash, Lucario, Garchomp, Braviary, Tyrantrum

Dalex looked up from eating to see a female around his age come in. She seemed to be shyly walking to the counter where you could by items. She had silver hair with a large ponytail with green eyes wore black that exposed her stomach.

"Hmm... she looks familiar and no doubt she isn't from around here." Dalex murmured to himself. After she walked back out, he took one final sip of his drink and a final bite of his food. He put the wrapper in the can and threw it into the trash can about thirty feet from feet from where he sat.

"Oh yeah, three points!" Dalex cheered.

He got up from his seat and picked up a newspaper. It said something about a Colosseum Tournament in Pyrite.

"Ugh... why does everything seem to happen in Pyrite? I mean seriously." He said putting the paper back on the table. He slung his sword on in the sheath across his back and then walked toward the door.

"I may not take part in this tournament. I think I will just watch." He said once again to himself.

He left the Poke Center. He first took a look around to see if he could spot the silver haired girl, but he didn't, he must have just missed her. He looked out at the sea and saw a ship getting closer.

"Oh boy. New comers. I wonder if there are any rich snobs on it." He said as he ran toward a ladder and climbed up it and onto the roof of a building. He watched as the ship got closer and closer.

(Another Quick reply)
Dyre Parker

Location: Pyrite Town
Pokemon: Aryth

Dyre quickly sobered up which was unnatural for any human being, assuming he was human, He shook his head and slowly made his way over to the group of now 4. He walked into the conversation pushing the two accidentally he was slightly drunk but enough to stay his feet. "You reeeally aren't from around here...and of course I'm talking, Orre, in it's entirety. he smiled at that sentence from the other man "Agh well! I heard you guys talkin' 'bout a colosseum! Im looking myself for a little match!" Aryth moved after him swaying her eyeball back and forth expecting trouble.
The red deskull floated upwards toward the two stranger's "Im sorry for my masters trouble he likes to drink a'lot...he is no way like this at all...well, when he is sober."

SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN (Cafe)
TEAM: Charmeleon, Mawile, Nidoking, Aggron, Zangoose, Gengar

Another stranger soon made his way over to the growing group in an intoxicated manner. The man even stumbled enough over himself to push both Brian and Seth. Sure it was an accident, but Seth still grabbed the man roughly by the collar of his shirt and sternly straightened him up. Yet another challenger for the Colosseum, his phrase said otherwise, but hopefully this one knew what he was talking about. "Looking for a little match." Seth didn't take much time to argue or say anything to the man as his Duskull floated up between them, and gave a sincere apology for her Trainer's actions. "Well how 'bout that, a talking Duskull..."

Seth was truly impressed, but didn't show it much excluding his initial statement. Perhaps it was because his attention was again drawn to the loud-mouthed little girl behind him. Her voice was different, though, much more rude and far less enthusiastic. But the words she so carefully decided to use were, again slightly more rough than those Seth would expect. She even took the liberty of announcing his full name before hand, maybe it was just to subtly let Brian know.

Once again Seth's attention was shifted. He turned around in place and looked at the girl who stood, hands on hips, waiting for a reply. "And what kind of information are you seeking that may possibly spare my, oh so worried self?" He asked the girl sarcastically waving his hands *Jazz Hands!*

"Time? Entrance fee? Regulation? Registration? Hmm? Well if it'll save some time for my ever so expanding fan-base. Today's Matches are over." He informed, again turning so he'd be facing all three. "Tomorrows entries are open at 6AM, though, the battles won't start until around 1...PM." Emphasizing that it'd be in the afternoon so that the child in the room wouldn't get confused, more sarcasm if anything.

"Participants are to put a down payment of 1500, before completing registration." He looked over to Brian. "And as for location I really don't think that you'll need any help finding it..Being that it's the dump of a dome to the far North of the town." Seth shrugged a little after saying this, shooting one more evil glance to the strange little girl, before making his way to the exit of the Cafe. Things have gotten to crowded for him awhile back. He didn't much care one way or the other about any of the strangers, slightly intrigued at best. Charmeleon stayed behind however, and kept a wary eye on the girl. Something about her was off, and the Pokemon didn't trust her unmonitored. Who know's she might even try and pull a knife on Seth's back. Given her choice way of threatening it wasn't too Farfetch'd.

Dyre Parker
Location: Pyrite Town
Pokemon: Aryth
(New color coding! Dyre= Dark red Aryth= Dark Blue)

Aryth looked at Dyre "Sir, they are leaving you need to sober up." Aryth mumbled quite softly. Dyre coughed "Yeah I can see that, holy crap I was really drunk..." Even Aryth was surprised how quick he sobered up. The bartender smacked the table "You, kid I want you out of here, your scaring the ******' customers..." Dyre looked at him "Fine..." smiling He followed seth out while Aryth tagged along. As Dyre walked, a gruff looking man with a bandana put his foot out and Dyre tripped on his way out, smashing against the girl who tagged along with Seth knocking them both down. He pressed his face against the dirt on the ground and slammed his fist down "A**hole" He gasped and got up.

SETH ZYPHER
LOCATION: PYRITE TOWN
TEAM: Charmeleon, Mawile, Nidoking, Aggron, Zangoose, Gengar

Noticing that the girl didn't waste anytime following Seth out the door Charmeleon casually followed, and grinned after hearing the odd colored Duskull sober up her Trainer. Charmeleon knew that this group, too, was planning on pursuing his Trainer, and knew how much it'd get under Seth's skin to have a possy around.

Seth himself glanced down at the impressive shimmering diamond in the young girl's hand. "Yeah, as if I'd mind a homicidal little pipsqueak to tag along with me." He sighed putting his armoured hand on his forehead for a moment. "Besides if you sold that thing here you won't get a fraction of-" His words were cut short as the seemingly sobered up, drunk individual was tripped by a random Bandanna Guy, causing him to fall on top of the young girl, sending them both to the dirt below.

"Haha, now's my chance to get outta here!" Seth joked to himself, about to take off down the street. Instead he turned on the oversized heel of his boot, and locked eyes with the instigator. "Nice one," he commented "But I think in your little prank, you may have bitten off quite a bit more than you can chew.." Seth added darkly looking down to the girl who still was planted on the ground. 'Now let's see where that mouth will take ya.' Seth's grin widened slightly as he stepped back a little to watch the events unfold, should any take place to begin with. Maybe the girl was all talk, or perhaps the drunk guy could stand up for himself, either way it was sure to be entertaining. Charmeleon walked over taking his place on Seth's left side, also out of the way, and growled at the Bandanna Guy maliciously, but didn't do anything otherwise.

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KUMORI SHERAKU
LOCATION: GATEON PORT (Leaving the Mechanic Shop)

The next stop on Kumori's list was to the mechanic of the town. Without any other guests besides her it was simple for her to liberate a hover board free of charge from the young man running the place. He was most likely a part-timer, due to the small amount of resistance he put up. It simply took the turn of her bag, and announcement of her position within her syndicate for the man to collapse like a baby. However she couldn't just leave the guy be knowing that he still had the power to notify the authorities. So she bound him up with a sturdy metal wire in the storage room near the back of the building, and just to be sure had Purrloin execute her Thunder Wave technique that would wear off a human at the earliest ten minutes.

Casually exiting the Mechanic Shop, Kumori shyly waved back with a quiet yet seemingly sincere, "Thank you," to the inside of the place. With her bag back in it's usual position she noticed a man with a sword and blood red coat sitting on top of a stray roof, his attention seemed to be fixated on the incoming ship. The one she had seen earlier, and she was right, it was a passenger ship. She'd really like to stay and see what new type of people would choose to come to Orre for any reason, but given her recent crimes, she didn't have much time to loiter about.