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Dies Irae (Judgement Day) Upon Us

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Well now, someone had brushed up on their history, hadn't they? It was perhaps then, that Fenton was made aware of one of the drawbacks of island life- you were so isolated from the rest of the world, that all the major issues and events which occurred were unknown, unless you happened to tune into the news channels. Which, in her opinion, were utterly dire. However, she could recall the time when Ecruteak City was in uproar, where monks and sages found the shrine that paid homage to Ho-Oh in complete disarray, as if someone had been there searching for something; Morty was infuriated, and had closed the gym, giving her father a day off. They'd all gone for ice cream, Dad, Lake, Tristan and herself. Fenton bit her lip hard, prised once again from the realm of deep thought as Oak mentioned the computer being broken, though the female was slightly surprised that nothing more was said about it. The laughter rippling from the mouth of the extremely tall male trainer caused her cheeks to flush a light shade of scarlet; rage and embarrassment culminating as one within her blood vessels and flourishing beneath her skin, further incriminating her as the one who damaged Oak's equipment.

Listening in on the others, their theories caused her eyebrows to raise. She'd been in Sinnoh, and whilst Fenton had never encountered any, she was aware that Galactic members were pretty much as insane and hellbent on world domination as any other criminal syndicate. The thing was... Every one of the groups, from what the media was saying, were denying awakening the Pokemon. Wouldn't they usually be the sort to boast about it- after all, if they were going to rule the world, they needn't fear being imprisoned for their crimes.

Her attention wavering from the trainers' discussion to the television, she caught snippets from the broadcast. So, they'd be moving in the morning. And people were devoting themselves to getting a free ticket into Heaven, rather than thinking rationally. Idiots, it was too late. Did they really expect for everything to be all rainbows, sunshine and pretty Ponyta again just because they were kneeling in the dirt and begging up to the sky for forgiveness? Such stupidity made her even more infuriated then she already was. Perhaps if they survived this ordeal, Fenton would seek anger management... She was becoming too stressed over the most petty of things.

"I'm in too," she shrugged, focusing upon Lance- who, as much as she hated herself for admitting such a thing, was pretty darn handsome up close. "Lemme know when we can crash out, I'm ex--" All of a sudden, a bone-chilling voice poured from the speakers of the television.

"Your end is coming very soon, mankind... Hear me. No mercy for sinners. No amount of repenting will save you from the wrath of the three titans. Dies Irae has come to you at last, and we will make sure that the next civilization knows no sin. Your days are numbered. Prepare for the purification of the world... Amen..."

"Ehhhhh... Did anyone else hear that? Days are numbered, so-- Oh, I guess Little Miss Doolittle is already on the case. That's good, now we can all get some shut eye whilst she gets herself killed by a rogue Dragonbreath... I'm kidding! Sheesh! It's his job to be an ass," Fenton quipped, jerking a thumb towards Raizel. "Seriously though," her expression sobered. "I don't care how dangerous it is, or how much of a challenge it's gonna be, if the only alternative is flailing around like a Magikarp, waiting for the world to go boom."
 
Plenty of commotion occurred in the moments following the moment in which Raizel tried to rid everyone of a certain problem....the annoying Duskull. Oak came to and finally announced the job. A predictable case was presented: Someone awoke the weather-based legendary trio that controlled the Earth, the Sea and the Sky. However, it wasn't the gentle awakening which pleases everyone. It was the kind that's similar to when pours ice old water all over you and drives you insane as a result. The news story that followed only further built on the theory stating how several different terrorist groups are suspected of the release. Of course, then the dramatic stories of destroyed civilizations were told, which Raizel didn't care for at the moment. Whining about the problem won't solve it, he thought. Before he spoke and allowed the most important and educated opinion be released, the bold women dared to speak.

The first talked about believing that Team Galactic was behind this due to the message that read: "Your end is coming very soon mankind...hear me. No mercy for sinners. No amount of repenting will save you from the wrath of these three titans. Dies Irae has come to you at last, and we will make sure the next civilization knows no sin. Your days are numbered, prepare for the purification of the world...amen..." This message was creepy to say the least but it didn't scare him. As far as he was concerned, Team Galactic just had a lame name. Every group did, in fact except Team Magma. They had a good name. The Team -insert terrible word here- groups were something Raizel ignored for the simple reason that didn't concern him. Whatever people do, they do. So unless someone disturbs Raizel's peace, they could go and do it without Raizel even considering stopping them. The random terrorists were disturbing Raizel's peace. All he wanted was to dominate the Kanto League, make money, become a celebrity. Is that so much to ask? The girl who claimed she could talk to Pokemon went off to find the Duskull's trainer. She tried to sound all heroic and stuff and trust this writer when he says, it was an epic fail of a attempt. Raizel shrugged it off as the Duskull's master was any of his concern.

The second girl was far more daring. Calling Raizel an ass is pushing it. So is claiming you will beat his ass. "Okay. I already said I am in this. But first we should establish a few things that are bugging me. First, I am not letting you Mrs. Doolittle save the world especially since I don't trust you or believe in any way. You could mess it up completely for all I know. Second, girl who enjoys insulting me. Please don't fill yourself with false notions of kicking my ass. I do enjoy the idea of you picking a place you can reach though. Last thing, this is actually important. I think we need to open up to the idea that this isn't the doing of a pre-existing group and possibly a new one. After all, the others failed in their plots. This one succeeded. I highly doubt the others finally got it right. Plus it isn't in any of their MOs from what I read and heard. Team Rocket enjoys robbing other Pokemon and using them. And the Sinnoh group used their regional legendaries. The only one that adds up is the Hoenn groups since they worked with the weather legendaries. I know nothing of Orre's threat," he stated pointing to the girl from Orre, "Unless you wanna educate us," he chuckled trying to be kind and funny. "Another theory that I can propose is a possible alliance amongst them, but I highly doubt it."
 
"Your end is coming very soon mankind...hear me. No mercy for sinners. No amount of repenting will save you from the wrath of these three titans. Dies Irae has come to you at last, and we will make sure the next civilization knows no sin. Your days are numbered, prepare for the purification of the world...amen..."

Kamten usually smiling face turned uneasy as he heard the message Kamten gulped as he started thinking to himself. "This couldn't have been Team Magma or Aqua's doing Brandon made sure they were unable to try it again as he took the Red and Blue orbs unless someone got them from him then that means he's in trouble". Kamten finished saying to himself he then listened as the one who could talk to pokemon ran out the door after a duskull.

"I'm agreeing with your idea about it might being a totally new organization because the only way from what I was told by the elders at Mt. Prye the only way to awaken Groundon and Kyoger is to use the Red and Blue orb and I know for a fact that Team Magma and Aqua don't have those orbs the elders gave them to Brandon a trainer who claimed both of them the first time so he may have something to do with it.
 
"Your end is coming very soon, mankind.... Hear me. No mercy for sinners. No amount of repenting will save you from the wrath of the three titans. Dies Irae has come to you at last, and we will make sure that the next civillization knows no sin. Your days are numbered. Prepare for the purification of the world.... Amen...."The words seemed a bit...haunting.... Enough to make Zora shudder. As she listened to the input everyone else had given (if only Fenton didn't try to ensue arguments with the others), she heard something about a boy named Brendan taking the Red and Blue Orbs from the old man and lady up on Mt. Pyre. Turning to the boy who had said it, Zora shook her head.

"You're wrong. There were two people, each who claimed the Red and Blue orbs. The one who claimed the Red Orb was a cute boy named Ruby (Fia's Note: Going with PokeSpecial on this one; I have an obsession for Ruby, so FYI you might hear Zora swoon over him a lot), and the one who claimed the Blue Orb was an annoying girl named Sapphire (Fia's Note: Not only do I despise Franticshipping because I want to have total claims on Ruby (hah, in my wildest dreams XD), I also dislike Sapphire). That's at least what I heard in Orre. After all, even though Hoenn is roughly south from Orre, the two are still very much connected. The same with Johto and Orre. Johto is east from Orre, just about (Fia's Note: I'm referring to that map thing Serebii made). So my knowledge on these areas is quite vast. Perhaps you heard a different story, though?" Sighing, Zora turned to the center.

"And," she turned to Fenton, "I don't want any trouble caused. Yes, you don't wish to be irritated, but please, we will probably have to do this together." As she stretched the last word, it seemed though she might've irritated Fenton. "I just don't want any trouble caused," she repeated as she waited for everyone else to make their moves.

(Kind of short, but I've got to get to bed, so....)
 
Travis looked around him. These trainers were taking the stand and willing to risk their lives to gain peace to man again. This touched Travis deep and killed off the remainder of his dark mood. He was about to say somthing when a hanting voice echoed off the television screen.

"Your end is coming very soon, mankind...hear me. No mercy for sinners. No amount of repenting will save you from the wrath of the three titans. Dies Irae has come to you at last, and we will make sure that the next civillization knows no sin. Your days are numbered. Prepare for the purification of the world...amen..."

The voice was very dark and even mor ehaunting than the voice of Giovanni. This however, sounded nothing like Giovanni, and the voice sounded more religious than Giovanni. Religious...religious paranoia? Purification? Who was this guy?

There was no time to think about that now, and Carolyn ran out the door telling them about an injured trainer out on the road. Well, it was pouring rain, and getting dark, Travis wasn't gonna let her go out in that alone, no matter how good a trainer she was.

"You guys should get some rest, I'm gonna go help her out then run a little personal errand. See you guys in the morning." Travis said before calling Gill and running after Carolyn into the rain. When Travis said personal errand, he meant take a little visit to his grandmothers. He hadn't seen her in over a year.

It didn't take long to catch up with her and the duskull.

"Don't be freaked out," he said coming up behind her, "it's just me. Lending a hand, that's all. Are you sure there's a trainer down here?"
 
Yoma rushed out of the building, confident that the Gligar's owner was following. He could hear her feet splattering against the sodden ground, even over the pounding resurrected rain. Yoma wondered briefly how the Gligar was holding up in the rain; he had smelt the subtle scents of a Ground type and Flying types generally disliked getting wet. Very soon, the large Peace-keeper joined the dash, demonstrating surprising speed in doing so. Or maybe Yoma was a bit slow. Flattening his rag-like arms against his side, the Duskull vowed to get faster.

Ko couldn't help but let out a low whine as the water constantly trickled over his steel hide. It wasn't the water generated by or infused with Pokemon energy, so it wasn't overly dangerous to him – but it still agitated him. Of course, he was only thinking of these things to take his mind off of his downed trainer. He could feel the shivers racking her body through the iron stretcher gripped in his teeth. He could see her face glowing red, quick bursts of mist issuing from her mouth.

Tyl suddenly chirruped shrilly. Even over the relentless rain, he could hear Yoma's frantic calls.

"Blu-Sw'Blue!" Tyl answered back happily, calling the Duskull to their location. Relieved, Ko finally, gently lowered Luce from his teeth and turned to greet his companion. It was up to the Humans now.
 
Carolyn looked over and saw Travis run up to help her, and shortly after she came across the trainer she was looking for. The girl was lay out on a sheet of metal, it looked like a ripped and chewed piece of the pokeball from the top of a pokecenter. An aron was dragging it, but set it down when he saw them. A swablu was trying to keep the trainer warm. Carolyn was touched by the pokemons' effort to save their trainer. Then she realized that her own pokemon, Fang, probably didn't like the rain, and if the wind picked up, he could get blown away because of his outstreched sails. Carolyn returned him to his pokeball and walked over to the trainer on the piece of metal.

Carolyn lifted up the end with the trainer's feet, which was the lighter end, she decided. Then she looked over at Travis. "Alright, you take the other side. We need to get her back to Pallet Town."
 
Travis' question was shortly answered when he saw a trainer face down on the ground through the pouring rain. There were two other pokemon, a Swablu and an Aron were tending to the trainer, a young female.. Travis was shocked, not at the sight, as this was normal for pokemon and their trainers. But he couldn't believe that this young Carolyn had actually understood the duskull.

"Well I'll be damned..." Travis said.
Carolyn rushed to one side and grabbed her legs and lifted them up.
"Alright, you take the other side. We need to get her back to Pallet Town."
Travis knew exactly what to say next as he lifted her torso onto his back. "The lab will not be a good place for her, it's too noisy, too busy, and she looks like she needs some serious rest. I know just the place to go, my grandmother's house. It's much closer as well, follow my lead. We'll look after her for the night and meet witht he group in the morning at the lab."

There were pokemon at her side. Travis didn't know which pokeballs they belonged in, so he did his best. "Guys, we're gonna take her to shelter, follow us, she'll be okay...I promise."

* * *

The walk to Travis' grandmother's place took only about 5 minutes. The rain was getting harder. Travis opened the old wooden gate to his yard. "Don't hesitate, Carolyn, you are welcome here. My grandmother is one of the nicest people you'll meet."

They carried the unconsious trainer under the porch roof of his grandmother's house. He set her down in a chair there, and took out the key to the house. He always carried it with him. He opened, then grabbed the
unconsious girl and stepped into the house he knew very well, inviting Carolyn in as well.

The house was very old looking on the outside, but upon entry, you had a very nice looking place. It reminded Travis of old cabins, only with technology. As soon as you entered the house, you stood in the living room, where a nice vlazing fire roared in the fireplace off the the left most of the time. There were some very comfy chairs in that room next to the fireplace, one had belonged to his grandfather. There was a second floor, but only one room was upstairs, that was once the attic, but it was now Travis' room.

"Grandma?"
Travis heard her voice call out, "Travis, is that you?"
Travis sighed in relief, she was home. Sure enough, she came out of the kitchen,
looking surprised, especially when she saw the unnconsious trainer and the other rather young trainer with him. All soaking.
"Hi grandma, sorry to come on no notice, but we got an emergency. We need a warm blanket." Travis said, putting the unconsious trainer on one of the chairs next to the fireplace that was indeed blazing.
"Oh my goodness, of course, honey." She said immediatly going to the basement, again nothing special, for one of her wool blankets.
Travis looked over at Carolyn. "Uhh, make yourself comfortable,
I guess..." Travis chuckled. "Sorry, I'm not always good with small talk. Can I ask you to do a small favor? Put a gew extra logs onto that fire there. I'm gonna go make her" he beckoned to the unconsious trainer, "some tea. I'll make us some as well."
Travis loved this tea he was about to make, "Red Tea." This helped sooth almost anything.
 
Carolyn walked into Travis's grandma's house. The house had a nice feel, like a modern log cabin, and Carolyn was glad to be welcomed in. It was certainly a lot quieter in here than the lab. She gently set down the trainer they had rescued.

"Put a few logs onto that fire there. I'm going to make her" he beckoned to the unconcious trainer, "some tea. I'll make us some as well."

Carolyn added three logs to the fire and sat down next to the trainer. She was obviously badly hurt by whatever natural disaster had caused her, as well as the rest of the junk on the beach, to wash up there. Perhaps if she got better soon enough she could join the group of trainers that was forming.

It was a little boring waiting for Travis to finish the tea, mostly because Carolyn was a fast paced person and she got boerd within seconds. She sent out her young eevee Tiny. As much as she hated searching for evelution items, Carolyn knew that that would be necessary to evolve Tiny into vaporeon when the time came. She had decided on vaporeon because a water type would balance out her main team, and her father would be proud.

With Tiny in her lap, Carolyn washed away her boerdom by watching the dancing flames in the hearth,all the while stroking Tiny.
 
Travis opened up the pantry. There it was! The little plastic bucket that held the already ground up herbs needed for the red tea. Travis had already poured some very hot water in three mugs. He added just a little bit of herbs in each, and in seconds each drink turned a fiery red. Travis tested his tea, and was very satisfied. He put the other two on a tray and carried them out to the living room.

"Hre you go, careful it's ho-"
Travis' cell phone began ringing. Travis set the tray on a nearby table, and picked up his phone.

"'Sup?"
Travis, it's Professer Oak."
"Oh hi, what's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing pretty much, is everything okay?"
"Carolyn was right. I never would have believed it, but sure enough we found an unconsious female trainer about 8 minutes away from you lab. She is fine, breathing, and by our fire, but still unconsious. We're looking after her at my grandmother's."
"Okay, what's you current plan?"
"The rain's getting harder. We'll probably stay over here the night and meet with you in the morning at your lab. "
"Very well. Get some good rest."
"You as well, Oak. See you in the morning. Tell the others of the current situation."
Then Travis hung up.

Travis' Grandmother came up from the basement holding a huge red wool blanket. She walked over to the unconsious trainer and wrapped her tightly in it. Travis set her tea by her on the little table next to her shair, and sipped his own tea.

"Poor thing. She must be chilled to the bone out like that." his grandmother said.
"We were rather luky to find her. Her pokemon have a strong ond with her it would appear." Travis said, looking at her three pokemon. The duskull hovering nearby, the Aron at her feet, and the Swablu on her lap.

Travis' grandmother looked to Carolyn. Feel free to hand your clothes by the fire to dry, deer. I can get a guest bed ready for you if you wish." she then went to the kitchen.

Travis got up. He knew something everyone present would love. He had also did this with Gill and his entire team a very long time.
"Gill wait here."

Travis went out into the backyard and walked through the rain towards the apple tree. This apple tree grew the most delicious apples Travis had ever tasted
. They looked like ordrinary apples, but something about them made them way better than anything else. He'd never know what it was, but he didn't care. They were just good! He picked a bowl full and brought them into the living room. He pulled up a wooden chair and sat dow. "Feel free to help yourself, these are amazing." he said biting into an apple and giving Gill one as well.
 
"Well, it was just a warning," Fenton narrowed her brown eyes in Zora's direction, her lips forming a miniature 'o' shape as she pouted. "So we can work together. I think you'll agree that it'll be easier we managed to get along with eachother if we're not at eachother's throats." Accompanying her words with a casual shrug, she focused once again on Raizel, who had made another jibe concerning her height. "Mmm," she clenched her teeth together, annoyance surging up in her again. "Comments about my height, for example, irritate me more than they should. I know I'm short, you don't need to remind me- just because you happen to be a giant freak of nature, though not so much as that Travis guy. I mean... He's got to be part tree or something. I'm surprised his head didn't hit the ceiling... Anyway, I'm going to shut up before I get even more irritated, and before I take you up on that offer to hit you, Raizel." Folding her arms, she tossed her head to one side, her short hair falling into her face and obscuring her vision. "So, are they actually coming back, or do we get to sit around here like Metapod all night?" She questioned, not directing her words to anyone in particular.

((Unless you want boring inner monologue from Fen, I'm done. XD))
 
Everybody chose to be silent following the departure of the crazy girl who watched the Pokemon Whisperer and believed she could do it too and the boy who drank lots of milk when he was younger, Travis. Apparently, they were the life of the party and since they ditched everyone the party died faster than an obese 90 year old with a history of heart disease. Turning the the sizable group that waited in the crowded lab, Raizel chose to address them. "Well, since nobody else here wants to be the leader for the time being, I guess I'll do it. What Zora said is right, We need...," Raizel took the biggest gulp ever, like he was swallowing a part of myself. Other than his desire for true freedom, the strongest part of Raizel was his pride. He greatly believed that he was the strongest individual in the world, and nothing proved him wrong. He survived numerous trials and grew into a fine man, at least by his own definition. "We need to work together." The sentence somehow left his mouth. He had no idea how it did, but the biggest obstacle was cleared. "So I think the first order of business is finding a place to crash. The weather would ruin any progress we could possibly make so the best course of action is finding some sort of residence. And I don't know about you but I aint staying in this place. So I am going to find a hotel, motel, or something. I am sure if I throw enough money at the problem, I will find somewhere to go. Feel free to follow me."

Returning Houndoom to his ball, Raizel walked into the rain and that choice wasn't the best one (OOC: There is rain right?). Walls of rain blocked his view of anything outside a few feet of his field of vision not to mention the fact that in mere moments, he become drenched in cold water. The rain was unnatural. It was stronger, heavier and colder than he expected. Must be the water one....Kygore?, he thought. It made sense to him. The other explanation was the fact that if Kygore wasn't voluntary causing the problem that at the very least the presence of the three was throwing nature off course and the rain as a result was a secondary effect. Didn't matter. He needed to find a place to stay the night and then he could tackle the problem. He figured with Professor Oak's legendary reputation that some sort of Hotel had to be the rough vicinity. So Raizel resorted to pure wandering in order to find some place to go.
 
Carolyn had been asked to spend the night there and she was okay with that. Ith would be peaceful to stay here. She took a sip of tea and Travis went outside. Carolyn didn't know what he could be up to. When Travis returned he had some nice beautiful apples. "Feel free to help yourself, these are amazing." Carolyn took a bite. Travis was right, the apples were amazing, they seemed more delicious than regular apples, maybe because they were fresh picked.

As much as she enjoyed being there, Carolyn was still uncomfortable since she was wet. The solution was the same as earlier that day; use a rotom fan! She sent out Roti and he knew what to do as soon as he saw Carolyn's wet body. The cool air felt good, and so did being dry. Roti turned to Travis, asking if he would also like to be fanned off. Then, Carolyn thought of something. "Well, that was proof that Raizel was wrong. If Roti can't blow me off this region, then he certainly can't!"
 
Her initial thought at his announcement was: Oh crap, we're doomed, but she was wise enough to keep her lips clamped shut and to suppress the snarky remark until the urge spiralled away into oblivion. This took a while; by this time he had made yet another declaration, and was bounding out into the torrential downpour that was attacking Pallet Town. Rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time that day, she reluctantly moved to the door, turning her head to stare casually at Zora and Kamten. "You guys just gonna stand there? Because you're not going to get much rest in here, with the aides rushing about and the machines going off all night. If you come with us Zora, we might even be able to get a discount so we don't have to rely on Mr. Dictating Egoist- all you'd need to do would be to lean over the counter; unfortunately you're the only one well-equipped for charming males. I'd do it myself, but..." She gestured to her own body. "I'm still waiting for puberty to come knocking at my door." With a lopsided grin (of course, Fenton was fine when it was her making the jokes about her body), she pulled up her hood and ventured outside, the rain soaking her through within thirty seconds.

"Now... Where would he have gotten to?" She pondered aloud, shoving her hands into the one large pocket that stretched across her stomach. It was incredibly difficult to see beyond her hood and the harsh conditions were freezing her body- the fact that she was barely insulated by her clothes wasn't advantageous either. Fenton had no idea as to why exactly she was following his command, but found wandering through Pallet Town a lot more eventful than standing there waiting around for people. Then she had a thought- would there actually be any hotels open, what with the crisis? This wasn't exactly the ideal time for tourism, was it? But there was no point in staggering around the town, getting lost and having her energy gradually depleted. "Sorry about this," she muttered, pulling one of the red and white capsules from her bag. Pressing the grey button, she released one of her Pokemon, the red light diffusing to reveal Kirlia. "Kir, c-can you f-find anything? You're an empath, s-so you'd be able to p-pick up w-where he m-might be." In all honesty, she would rather not break into someone's house, even if they weren't around, even if the other option was following a guy who she considered to be a Grade-A jerk (though undoubtedly, the feeling was mutual). Within moments, the emotion Pokemon was tugging on her arm, directing her eastwards- not that she had a clue that they were journeying east.

"Hello?" She would sporadically call out into the darkness, raising the volume of her voice to prevent it from being drowned out by the raindrops hammering down upon the ground. "Anyone there? K-Kir, you b-better not be p-pranking me again..."
 
"You guys just gonna stand there? Because you're not going to get much rest in here, with the aides rushing about and the machines going off all night. If you come with us Zora, we might even be able to get a discount so we don't have to rely on Mr. Dictating Egoist- all you'd need to do would be to lean over the counter; unfortunately you're the only one well-equipped for charming males. I'd do it myself, but..." Fenton gestured at her own body. "I'm still waiting for puberty to come knocking at my door."

The statement sort of shocked Zora. Wait, I...WHAT? There were occasions where others would hit on her during parties, and she was well aware of the fact that they only did that because of her body. That was one reason why she would never try to get drunk. But it did come in handy, sometimes. Sighing, she nodded to Fenton.

"Fine, I'll do it. But only because I'm so used to other bastards hitting on me because of my bod in the first place..." She followed the strange girl outside into the rain, getting out her translucent umbrella. Looking up at the dark, cloudy sky through it, Zora shuddered. So, we're going to have to fight the Weather Titans, eh? She sighed and shook her head. No time to worry.

Following Fenton and anyone else who chose to follow her, Zora noticed she seemed rather cold. Wanting to help, but knowing she couldn't, Zora sighed. Just then, Fenton sent out a Kirlia, probably to find someone. I could help, maybe...

(Once again, kind of short. Forgive me ><')
 
OOC: Okay, time to assume Pallet town has a cheap Hotel. If anyone doesn't like the idea, suggest somewhere else to go lol. I am only doing this to move the plot along a little bit since we (Raizel, Fento, Zora) have a small story. Yay. Story!

Raizel didn't walk that quickly. Why do you ask? Simple. It was really really cold. Even the strongest of men would state: "Man my balls feel like they will fall off". Raizel hadn't experience weather like that since he climbed Mt. Silver that one weekend for no apparent reason other than some feeling of accomplishment. Of course, when he reached the top he discovered other people did it before, so there goes the accomplishment. It took a matter of time before he realized a few people followed him. Mostly the whiny loudmouth girl and the well endowed Zora. He had considered laughing at the loud girl's misfortunate of hurting herself and then freezing to death well flirting with Zora, but that would be too evil for even Raizel. Even the worst of monsters have some voice in their head telling them they are wrong.

The biggest jerk next to him, Fenton, was hanging out with a psychic Pokemon didn't completely recognize, what he did recognize was the fact she was freezing and was much worse off than him. He took a deep sigh, before digging into his backpack. "You so owe me for this." From the depths of his bag, he pulled out a dry heavy jacket, in the style of winter jackets and wrapped it around the girl. The second thing he chose to do was ordering Dragonite to once again be summoned, but this time to carry the popsicle formerly known as Fenton. If you are going to be caring, might as well go all the way. After the deeds were done, he saw the girl with the gifts Zora was there in tow. "Follow me!" he yelled with his cold voice. He sounded evil most likely, considering the rain distorted his voice. "This psychic thing is pointing east, so maybe there is something that way." At this point, she could follow him, turn back, run away or fall over. Didn't matter. He wanted dry. Now.

Some walking followed and praising the lords above, whoever they be, Raizel discovered a run down motel. While it wasn't his favorite motel ever. It was going to do the job. A creepy middle-aged man ran the front desk, or table, or piece of wood on stilts. The lobby reflected the man's personality. Cheap paints and printouts decorated the walls that were covered with peeling wallpaper. Dust collected amongst everything solid, and cheap seats accompanied the traveling group in the lobby. "Hello.....sir. Normally I don't allow big Pokemon inside the lobby. But for you I will make an exception."

"Good," Raizel replied. "Because if ya didn't, I might have to knock you out, take a key, and claim a room since my friend here is probably suffering from hypothermia." It was clear he wasn't in a good mood, even those exist.

"Please sir. With that attitude, what makes you think I will service you with one of our fine rooms."

"The fact that I have this." Raizel pulled out a large stack of cash. He didn't count, he didn't care. "This should be enough to cover anyone who walks through that door," he began pointing at the lobby doors. "So that means give me a room key, and anyone else who is my friend a room key. Just call my room to see if I know them." He turned to the ice cube formally known as Fenton. "This okay with you?"

OOC: Quick post, sorry for any mistakes.
 
Fenton had been unaware of Zora's presence, though the same could not be said for her Pokemon. After his abilities connected with the primary emotions of the humans, he established that there was not one, but two trainers wandering about in the darkness. His own trainer's dominant feeling was one of conflicting determination and irritation concerning the situation; one of the newer signals being slightly darker than its fellows. The final one was briefly tinged with concern, and Kirlia decided to attach himself to this human, seeing as his trainer was being dealt with and he was bored. Vanishing and then appearing by Zora's side, he tapped her shoulder before disappearing again, trying to play a trick on the girl. His next actions depended on her response to his hijinx.

Fenton meanwhile, was slightly ticked off by Raizel's act of kindness. The weight of the jacket upon her shoulders was not as heavy as the fact that apparently, she now owed him, but at least the garment prevented her from becoming colder and wetter. Pulling it further around her shoulders, some of her discomfort was alleviated by the gesture, but the rain still bombarded her form. Just as she was about to open her mouth to reluctantly thank him, she was swept off her feet by a large Dragon type. Mortifyingly, she emitted a squeal of surprise as Raizel's Dragonite carried her after his master as if Fenton were a small doll, towards a building which, at that moment, was like a palace to the young woman. The warmth washed over her like a giant, heavenly tsunami, the girl shivering in the Pokemon's large arms as a burning sensation consumed her body from the change in temperature.

"Good, because if ya didn't, I might have to knock you out, take a key, and claim a room since my friend here is probably suffering from hypothermia."

"Please sir. With that attitude, what makes you think I will service you with one of our fine rooms."

Their conversation sounded alien to her, their voices seeming to be from far away. Blinking rapidly as she absorbed her surroundings (which possessed less grandeur than she had originally perceived). The word 'hypothermia' made her feel a little less than peachy, reminding her of the pneumonia that had afflicted her eldest brother several years ago. But she shrugged it off, now attempting to get free from Dragonite's grasp. However, she was still aware of the discussion going on, and therefore was able to respond relatively quickly for someone who was otherwise occupied.

"Sure," she mumbled simply, still uncomfortable with the fact that he had helped her. "Why wouldn't it be? Could you get your Dragonite to let me go, please? I'm sorta drenched and need to get changed."
 
Of course despite his efforts, the icicle formally known as Fenton did not show a shred of gratitude for the rare act of kindness that Raizel displayed. He rarely helps people since his nature to care for himself and his own advancement, however he has found cases that will help. Those involved: Wealth, fame, Pokemon, or Gorgeous women. Fenton, however, had none of those qualities which made him wonder why he did it. Pity, most likely. Or possibly a change of heart. Whatever the case, Raizel will keep that secret unless he is forced to reveal it. Then he will probably bull$h!* the reason or tell the blunt truth. The writer believes it depends on his mood. "Well Exccccccccccuuuuuuuuuusssssssssseeeeeeeeeee me Princess (OOC: Check youtube for the exact way he says it. Anyone who knows Zelda should the reference.)", he began with the sarcasm and wit of someone with many years of practice, "but I still have to get the key to the room." Raizel turned to the middle aged man with so little hair that his head was more of mirror than anything else.

"Here is your key, sir. You said I should expect more people. How many more?"

"Just one, a girl. A pokemon should be with her. Tell her Raizel paid for her room. She should know who it is. If not, let the Pokemon guide her to her dying master over to the room. I'll take it from there."

"Got it. Now go to your room. First one on the left." The owner indicated with such disdain that he clearly hated Raizel. The threat didn't help, but what is a guy to do when the salesperson as much soul as a Gengar? Raizel opened the lobby door, the very weak wooden door that Raizel's fist could easily shatter with little effort. Dragonite who was still carrying the angry princess barely fit through the narrow doorway and his large frame caused the narrow hallway to feel smaller than it already was. The good news that not much walking had to be done and the first door on the left was truly the first door on the left.

"I am so not getting what I paid for," Raizel muttered. The initial impression the door granted was less than appealing to say the least. The door was a dull red with bits and pieces of wood sticking out. The paint was clearly fading and peeling revealing that the hotel was significantly older than Raizel's Grandma. The Door number was non-existant but the shadow of a 1 could be seen, so the room was formally known as 1. Raizel grabbed the door knob with little force and gently turned it to enter the room. The door creaked with such a high pitch that even Raizel, a tough man that was used to any kind of torment whispered the phrase "Ow" under his breath. Scrambling to turn on the lights, Raizel nearly tripped and fell but eventually the beckon of hope AKA the lights displayed the reality of the room. The room was the expected size, with two beds, a small TV, accompanied by a bathroom and a small table with 2 seats near the back of the room. The room was dull but clean, dated but functional. The color scheme was like the rest of place with earthly colors of reds and browns creating a dismal atmosphere. Raizel placed his bag down and took the farther bed closer to the bathroom, and leaped into the bed. "Dragonite, drop her and return," Raizel ordered. Fenton quickly fell to the ground from a fair height, while Dragonite returned to his ball with a red beam of light.

"Welcome home, honey."
 
((Ha! XD I checked it out, and died laughing. XD))

"Princess?" She scoffed, brown eyes growing wide in mingled surprise and disgust. "Excuse me?" Despite her condition, which wasn't helped by the fact that Dragonite's grip caused her clothing to press against her body and prolong the time spent shivering, Fenton managed to retain her typical brash demeanour. Squirming a little more, her attempt was futile, and she felt water trickle down her back, which caused the youth to shudder, but at least she was able to wriggle to the extent that her hood fell down to reveal damp hair- the majority of which was plastered to her face. Her words fell on deaf ears, as the two males continued their conversation. A scowl dominating her lips, Fenton listened impatiently to the exchange. Now, she certainly wasn't dying... Wait a second, where was Kirlia? Unless he was fooling about somewhere in the building, then he had been left outside. Whilst she was endowed with the knowledge that he was able to take care of himself, she really didn't trust him- with or without Aipom by his side. However, her contemplation as to his whereabouts was interrupted by Dragonite obediently following his master to their assigned room. Would the Pokemon actually manage to make it through the aperture without causing damage to the seemingly fragile walls? Now, Fenton was not a claustrophobe, but she couldn't help but feel extremely closed in as they moved from the sorry excuse for a foyer to the room.

Just as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Raizel found the light switch, which caused Fenton to blink several times, slightly stunned by the eruption of light. Thankfully, the condition of the room was less than dazzling, the colour scheme was kind to her eyesight. Watching him claim one of the beds, she glanced down to the second. Wait a minute, did he expect her to sleep in this room too?

"Dragonite, drop her and return." Finally, her request would be answered, and she would be able to escape and get out of her wet clothes, to exchange them for a drier version of her outfit that hopefully hadn't gotten too soaked whilst sitting at the bottom of her bag. However, the female wasn't counting on the Pokemon handling her so roughly, and she was swiftly caught up by gravity upon release, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow," she winced, rubbing the lumbar region of her back and glowering up at Raizel, whose next words gave her an impulse to throw something heavy or sharp at him.

"Welcome home, honey."

"Honey? What the heck? Sheesh, you're not much of a comedian, are you?" She grouched, standing up and removing the jacket he had given her and flinging it on the empty bed. Fenton's body was still shaking, but whether it was from the cold or her irritation could not be determined, even by the girl. "And how come we have to share? You're not planning on doing anything creepy, are you? 'Cause I warn you- I can kick your ass even in my sleep! Yeah!" In all honesty, she didn't look all that intimidating, what with her combined height, the state of her hair and her overall sopping wet look. "I don't need you paying for me, I've got my own money!" She added, delving into her bag and pulling out her wallet after retrieving a change of clothes, a simple combination of shorts and a yellow tank top- she'd grabbed whatever she could from her bedroom earlier that day. Wow, that morning seemed like a lifetime ago. "... Oh right..." Fenton groaned to herself, upon opening the item. "All my money's in the bank, I've just got my card in here..." Angrily hurling her wallet in the general direction of Raizel, she sat on the end of her bed, with her back to him, arms folded haughtily. "You know what, sweetie pie?" She muttered, the last two words laced with an acidic tone. "You're worse than my two brothers put together."
 
Some people need to check out Ebay. See Ebay is a wondrous thing as you can buy anything there. Books? Check. Televisions? Check. Card Games? Check. Cars? Check. A Sense of humor? Check. Fenton never went to Ebay. Fenton never bought a sense of humor. This is likely the reason she didn't laugh at the amazing talents of Raizel's wit and humor. See when you grow up with a facist Grandmother, you find ways to make the lamest moment laughable because otherwise the desire to jump out of the 5th story window overwhelms you. That combined with 5 years of wandering alone, you find ways to make the loneliest of moments memorable by cracking a terrible sarcastic remark. It makes life more livable. Fenton's lack of a feasible sense of humor was signified by her mean tone and constant questioning of Raizel's intentions. He was more confused than angry, more entertained than scared. Her most bold act, only rivaled by her violent vandalism in the lab was the chucking of a wallet. Raizel with great dexterity caught the wallet, barely shifting from his relaxed position on the bed as turned on the television with his other hand. As Fenton muttered her final words referencing that Raizel's behavior is worse than the behavior of her male siblings, Raizel chose to shuffle through her wallet.

"Name: Fenton Laurel Sinclair, Gender: Female (thats surprising), Age: 17, Born in Ecruteak City, Johto. Interesting, I was born just south of there. Let's see there, nope nothing else interesting in this wallet, just one card. If it makes you feel any better, I have 5 cards for 5 different accounts each with enough money to find all of Sinnoh. Just don't worry about the hotel room. I could buy the entire hotel if I wanted to." Raizel packed up the wallet and threw directly at Fenton's head with excellent accuracy for a man lounging around. The background noise created by the TV was simple typical male channel surfing, going from Lifetime Movies to New stories to Cartoons. "And don't worry about me doing anything dirty. I am 20 years old so I will probably be in legal trouble I try anything. Plus I have to intention of doing anything. After all, you nearly died out there. So does that make me worse than your brothers?" While Fenton pondered deeply about the question, Raizel eventually decided on an action based cartoon to watch as the news depressed too much and he learned all he wanted to know from Oak at the lab. The news stories would probably make him laugh anyway as all they do these days is try to make you so scared that you cannot look away for fear of your life that could supposedly end in an instant. "Damn, I should of gotten some numbers from the trainers," he began as he check his expensive-looking cell phone that resembled an iPhone in basic design and function. Using the touch screen, he skimmed through his numbers. Most of them were business related as he memorized most of the phone numbers of any associate of his parents as well as numbers related to his "finances" and security. He made sure lawyers were on speed dial in case legal trouble arose to his constant withdrawals. Since his parents were filthy rich and believe their son is long dead, it would be odd if they discovered some guy calling himself "Raizel" is basically stealing their money. So as a result, he has 3 lawyers on his speed dial ready with the case that Raizel is in fact their son and is entitled to their money by lineage. It hasn't come to that since he is smart enough to take out money in small enough amounts from accounts that are rarely used. He always deposits similar amounts to keep the account around the same balance. Therefore his scam is perfect, in its own way. "That Travis guy ditched us with the girl who claimed he talk to Pokemon. And the Zora girl is stuck in the rain. Lovely. For all we know they are dead and we are stuck here in some hotel with 11 channels and nothing to watch. God they should upgrade to cable. You hungry?"
 
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