OOC: Sorry, Arty called sick (the lazy bum <_<) so I had to take his lesson time, which is over one hour earlier than mine. And _Mu_, sorry but I'm afraid we aren't accepting any more entries, (although it does warm the empty crevice where meh heart used to be that you bothered to read through so much) this RP has progressed waaaaay too far by any standard to take in new RPers. So yeah. Anyhow, back to RPing I guesses.
IC:
"Mii-ghtyy-mii-ghty..." (The heck you are...) Nightmare growled quietly, casting a murderous glare at Spinner. "Mii-ghty-mightyena-eeena-mighty... (And if a certain incident occurs again...) the Mightyena added in a slightly louder voice "Mi-ghtyy-eena-eena-mightyena. Mii-ghty, mightyena?" (We shall be having fried panda to eat. Won't we, Tempest?)
A slightly vicious grin spread across the Electrike's face "Ele-electrikee..." (But Nightmare...) he protested in a mock-whiny voice "Ele-electrike-el-elee-elec-trike-trii-ke-electrike." (You promised me that I could keep it as a chew-toy!)
"Mii-ghtyy-mightyena." (Out of the question.) Nightmare replied, shooting the Electrike an almost indescrinble grin of equal mischief before turning his expression to one of outmost seriousness "Mi-mighty-eena-eena-eee-mightyena." (We don't play with the food.)
Nightmare snapped his fangs towards Gen's hand, barring his teeth and growling at the boy as he attempted to usher him along, clearly indicating that he would only move in his own time and at his own volition. The Mightyena knew full well what Gen was up to and was certainly going to make sure that the others would as well. Tempest followed suit, chewing on the boy's shoelaces and yapping at him, both pok?mon making nasty remarks about Spinner as they went along.
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"It's our pok?mon." Cid replied, rising to his feet, "One of them is in trouble, Curly has sensed it."
The Gardevoir nodded, "I sense...something more..." he added, now adressing all of the trainers "A familiar presence...from this morning's battles...it is responsible."
"Familiar presence?" Cid echoed, turning towards the entrance, "Who could it possibly-"
Cid was cut off mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as Gen came into view, Spinner in tow. Noticing this, Jaws assumed a fiercer manner as well. It was obvious that whoever this person, whoever he was, wasn't on good terms with Cid, and people who weren't on good terms with Cid, the Croconaw concluded as he clenched his fists ever so slightly, were in need of a booting adjustement to their moral values, administered via their posteriors.