No One Said Life Was Easy

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Allen
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Of all the things that were going through Allen's head at this moment, having to face the badly dressed girl from a few minutes before was not one of them. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a choice, as she swung around to give him a piece of her mind.

Singe seemed to not care that her trainer was getting yelled at; this was not something new. It was no secret that Allen's people skills were sorely lacking.

Allen blinked, at first caught off guard that this girl had the nerve to come up and yell at him. Then his mind began to actually register the words she was saying. Mister Fancy Pants? What in the world was wrong with being fancy? And what was wrong with her jeans? Was the girl mad?! Gray was a terrible color to wear. The worst thing of all was when she said that money wasn't everything! What?!

"Now wait just a minute! How dare you--," he began, but stopped when he noticed that the girl had turned and raced off in a huff. He looked down at Singe.

"Did you just see that?!" he said in an injured voice, "That girl is mad! Mad I tell you!"

Singe sighed, knowing that the girl did have a point. Her Bayleef had seemed rather happy about the situation though; which Singe couldn't really understand, but perhaps the Bayleef had his own reasons. That Golduck certainly was a player, staring at every human girl he could lay his eyes on. Singe was at a loss to see why he found humans attractive. Singe looked at Allen. No, he was definitely not attractive to her.

"And what was with the 'Mister Fancy' and 'prissy' stuff? What exactly did she mean by that?! I'm not prissy; I'm just not a grubby little kid!" he continued raging, running his hand through his dark hair, "We'll just see who looses at that tournament tomorrow! Yeah! I'll show her..."

He and Singe were just now reaching the Contest Hall, and the place was very crowded. Usually, Allen would take this time to mingle with the others, but he wasn't really in the mood to talk with common folk. Instead he registered quickly, and then left to go walk around. He had to think about this tournament seriously; after all, he only had three pokemon. Perhaps he could find something to buy in a store nearby.
 
Itari and Catori both had to work hard to conceal their laughter as they watched the insulted girl turn and blast the dark haired boy with a piece of her mind. "And that, boys and girls, is how you scold someone who deserves it."

'Looks like they're joining the Pokemon Contest,' said Ramla, her voice even.

"Good. Competition is always nice to have in a contest. If we face her I'll send Catori against her Bayleaf."

'Bring it on!' the Chikorita said confidently, 'I'll mop the floor with that over sized tree.'

"If it doesn't step on you," her trainer commented, grinning mischievously.

The contest hall was crowed with people of varying ages. Some looked like they'd just barely gotten certified as a trainer while others looked like they had a lot of experience under their belt. Itari's eyes fell on a girl who looked like she had a lot of experience, but not traveling experience. "Ah, a real coordinator. I wonder if she'll show all us regular trainer's up."

'I doubt it. Just because you've got more experience and knowledge of contests it doesn't mean you're garunteed to win.'

"True, Catori, but from what I've heard, it helps." They approached the registration counter and looked down the list of names. There were a lot of people, and many more to come. A small smile pulled at the young trainer's lips as she wrote her name neatly on the next available line. This should be fun. On her way out she noticed a small stack of booklets containing information on Pokemon Contests. She had watched a couple of contests before, but the extra information didn't hurt.

Outside Itari scanned her surroundings with her golden eyes. "Hmm, where should we train?"

'Train? What's one extra day of training going to do?'

"Well, one of you could gain a level and I could teach you some pretty tricks. Or try, anyway."

'I don't need pretty tricks, I'm beautiful.'

"Great, then I'll just send you out first with no idea of what you're going to do and fail to make it passed the first round. Ok, Ramla?"

The Misdreavus scowled and flipped her hair but raised no more complaints as they headed off towards the beach. Hopefully it would be clear and a good place to train.
 
Ireland sighed, her anger subsiding as she stepped onto the soft sand of the beach. Jingle looked up at her trainer from her arms. "Odd?" She questioned quietly. "Yes, Jingle, I entered you in the Tournament." "Odd, oddish!" "Don't stress! You'll do great! I know you will!" Ireland encouraged her. Jingle sighed in disbelief and shook her head slightly.

Ireland opened her mouth to continue, but she didn't get the chance because a call interrupted her. "Hey! You! You're Moonnite, ain't ya?" A brute voice asked. Ireland turned and smiled, seeing a rather buff man a few feet behind her. "In fact, I am Miss Moonnite. Why do you ask?" "I demand a battle!" "Name your game!" "Six on six!" "Sounds good."

"Go, Marowak!" Said the brute and he threw his Pokeball to reveal a high level Marowak who looked very ready for battle. "Jingle, I choose you!" Ireland declared, setting Jingle on the sand. "Odd!" Jingle cried, shaking her head. "Come on, you'll do fine, I promise!"

Finally, the little Oddish made its way out to the battlefield, quite nervous. "Go, Marowak, use Stomp!" The brute made the first call and sent his Marowak charging after Jingle. Ireland knew that if the Marowak hit Jingle, she'd faint on the first hit. "Dodge, Jingle!" Ireland called, causing Jingle to take a huge leap into the air.

"Now, Use Razor Leaf!" Ireland instructed, causing Jingle to send out a fury of leaves, being flung at the Marowak who tried to beat them off with its bone. By then, Jingle had landed on her roots and was waiting for the next command. "Jingle, use Grasswhistle!" Ireland instructed. Jingle began folding her leaves into a sort of whistle and sent air our through the leaves, causing a sort of lullaby noise to come forth.

This sound seemed to lull the Marowak to sleep and it soon fell into the sand, asleep. The brute growled in defeat and returned his Pokemon, throwing another Pokeball to reveal a large Machoke. The Machoke laughed at Jingle's size, not listening to his trainer's commands.

"Jingle, Acid." Ireland said calmly, causing Jingle to angrily spit acid in the Machoke's face, quickly poisoning it. "Now, Leech Seed!" Ireland called. Jingle hopped into the air to get a clear shot of the Machoke that was rushing around, Acid in its eyes. Jingle spit a seed out at the Machoke, that hit it directly in the head and grew thick vines instantly, covering the Machoke completely so it couldn't move before beginning to suck the energy from the Machoke, which was losing energy from the poisoning and the Leech Seed.

It was now that Ireland noticed all the attention they were attracting, watching as a small crowd began forming.
 
Near the front of the small crowd stood Itari. Catori had seated herself comfortably on her trainer's head and Ramla was now being held in her arms. "That little Oddish is much stronger than it looks," the teen said thoughtfully.

'It is indeed, but I wish her trainer wouldn't send her up against such large and powerful opponents.'

'I'm sure she knows what she's doing, Ramla. Look at the strategy she's using.'

The ghost type continued to look worried. She never liked seeing small Pokemon go up against opponents more than twice their size. That Machoke was huge in comparison, and its muscles were like boulders. The fact that it was getting beaten to a pulp by the tiny little Oddish didn't sooth Ramla's worries.

"It'll be fine. Look, Machoke can't take much more abuse. It'll faint soon. That muscle-head of a trainer goes for power and looks more than skill it seems."

'You go for looks too, ya know, Itari,' Catori said lightly. 'Look at us. When people look at us they think of that Oddish, I'm sure of it. And yet we whoop them most of the time.'

Itari allowed an innocent grin to cross her face. "The only reason you two look innocent is because you won't evolve."

'I like being a Chikorita. I don't see the point in evolving. A slight increase in stats is all I'd get out of it. And I can get that by training.'

Her trainer smiled then turned her attention back to the battle.
 
Ireland grinned, finding herself winning, but she watched carefully. "Jingle, step back a bit." Ireland said cautiously. Jingle retreated a few steps back towards her trainer.

"Come on, Focus Energy, and now Pump Up!" The brute said to his weakened Machoke. Finally, the Machoke was pumped, ready for battle, and now fuming. The hot head Machoke broke the vines of the Leech Seed, although the seed just kept growing. "You've only got one hope of beating it! Mega Punch!" The brute ordered.

"Jingle, run towards it!" Ireland commanded, causing her brave Oddish to charge forward to the charging Machoke. "Now, jump!" Ireland said, timing. Jingle took a leap, jumping above the Machoke's fist that was aimed at her and then landed on its head before taking another leap into the air. "Great, now, finish it! Solar Beam!" Ireland called.

From her high point of view, Jingle began sucking in the energy from the sun above through her leaves, aiming at the Machoke below her that had fallen into the sand. Jingle finally opened her mouth to release a huge golden beam that came smashing down into the Machoke, but sent Jingle up higher into the air.

The Machoke fainted at last, and now Ireland was rushing off to catch Jingle in her arms. Jingle landed perfectly in her arms and Ireland hugged her beloved Pokemon, turning around in circles. "You did wonderful, Jingle! Great job!" Ireland told her.

"HEY, THIS BATTLE ISN'T OVER YET!" The brute howled, bringing Ireland back over to her original position in the sand. "Go, Steelix!" The brute called, tossing out a Heavy Ball to reveal a huge Steel Pokemon, grinning down at the calm Ireland.

"Phin, let's go." Ireland said, nodding for her Golduck who was standing behind her. He waddled forward and watched as the Steelix before him stared down at him, growling. Once again, the brute's Pokemon was full of itself, and was thinking that its size was all that mattered. "Water Gun." Ireland said, causing the Golduck to spray a large amount of water at Steelix's face. The Steelix cried in pain before roaring loudly, declaring battle.

"Strength!" The brute called. The Steelix responded by lifting a huge piece of solid ground up from the sand and tossed it at Phin. "Quick, Dive!" Ireland called, pointing at the water near them. "Gold," Phin replied, diving into the seawater to dodge the large boulder, which shattered into smaller boulders. "Phin!" Ireland called, causing Phin to come back out onto the sand.

"Rock Slide!" The brute commanded, causing the Steelix to roar and make the boulders that shattered from the large boulder and held them above Phin. He began to let the boulders go, causing Ireland to shout, "Phin, use Psychic!" Phin's eyes turn the color of the jewel on his forehead, as well as his jewel beginning to glow. The boulders that were once falling were suddenly covered with a thin line of pink color and begin to hover mid-air. Phin raised his arms, as if holding the boulders mid-air, then directed the boulder's movements towards the Steelix.

The Steelix couldn't react in time, and was soon covered in boulders, unable to move from the pile. "Now, Phin, use Surf!" Ireland instructed. Phin's eyes returned to normal and Phin dove into the water once more. Soon, he appeared on the surface of the water, as if standing on the water, but then it began to rise into a wave that crashed onto the trapped Steelix, washing the boulders off him, but pulling him into the sea as well.

The brute took out his Pokeball to return it, but the Steelix began sinking. "Oh, no. Phin!" Ireland called. Phin was already on it. He dove into the water, grabbing the huge Steelix by the tail and soon appeared on the shore, pulling the Steelix with all his might. "Steelix!" The brute called, rushing over to help pull.

"Mag!" Ireland called, tossing a Pokeball into the air to reveal a Metagross. "Get that Steelix out of the water, Psychic!" Ireland instructed. Mag nodded and his eyes changed the same shade of pink, soon covering the Steelix in the water with the same color. Slowly, Mag lifted the Steelix out of the water and onto the shore. "Is he okay?" Ireland asked, rushing over to the trainer's side.

"No thanks to you." He said simply.
 

Allen
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"These stores are pathetic," Allen said, turning his nose up at them. He really was in a bad mood now since that girl had yelled at him. No, he hadn't found any of the things in these stores worthy of looking at, let alone buying.

He looked down at Singe as the exited the fifth store, still empty-handed. "That's the problem with girls Singe," he suddenly burst forth, "They have bizarre ways of dealing with problems. You can bet if a boy had been angry with me, he would have just challenged me to a battle. But yelling? What am I supposed to do with that?!"

Singe sighed. Could he just forget it already? If this girl was so worth his time, then he should just go find her and work it out. This constant stream of talk was getting annoying.

They were making their way to the beach area now; Allen noticed that it was the cool place to be. He was always looking for the things that were popular, and in Lilycove there seemed to be no more popular place. As they walked, Allen noticed that people were chatting excitedly about the upcoming competition. A word caught his ears as he passed by a group of three boys that were crowded in a sort of huddle.

"-- steal them!"

Allen listened closer for a moment.

"But who's Ripper? We don't know who has the best ones!"

He had better do something to distract from the fact that he had stopped walking near them. He looked down at Singe, hoping she remebered the code words they used to use. "Leg-lock," he whispered to her, then changed his voice considerably, "Oh my! Singe, are you okay?!" He kept the volume down so as to avoid getting the three boys' attention, but those passing by could still hear.

Singe dropped to the ground as if an imaginary hand had smacked her on the back. She wimpered a little. Allen listened more.

"We'll just ask around. Everyone talks about the best teams!" said the first voice Allen had overheard. It was a gruff, gritty voice that came from a boy in rather tattered black clothing and a knit cap.

"Yeah, Ripper's right! I heard there was a battle going on down the beach a ways! A girl with a Golduck or somethin'. It was really heating up," came a second, sounding a little thicker and slower. He was blonde and wearing a dark purple hoodie. The other boy was all in black like the first, but had no cap on to hide his shaven head.

"That's the kind of info we need! Then once we get the best pokemon, winning that money will be easy!" came the first, gruff voice again.

Allen frowned. A girl with a Golduck? That sounded like Little Miss Sunshine from earlier. Even though she was a pathetic, badly dressed peasant; stealing pokemon was a terrible thing. Singe looked up at him as if to ask what he was thinking of doing.

He shrugged. Really, he didn't know. Was justice more important; or was his pride?

OOC: Hope you don't mind Hazel; I made up some troublemakers. ^^ They're not professional crooks, just three dumb teens.
 
Itari hurried over to the injured Steelix and knelt down to look at it. She looked towards the sky and said softly, "Catori, use Sunny Day to dry Steelix off then help it heal with Synthesis."

The grass type jumped lightly from her trainer's head to the sand. She raised her leaf into the air and a moment later it began to shine brightly. The shine moved from her leaf to the space above the fallen steel Pokemon and began to warm and dry it. She then placed her leaf on Steelix's head and began humming. She didn't need to hum to make the move work, but she did anyway.

Healing light spread over the fallen Pokemon's body then faded. It wasn't completely healed, but it was enough. Itari turned her golden eyes on the Pokemon's trainer and scowled. "Don't blame her for your lack of training. Sending out such a large Pokemon so near water was foolish. And it being part rock makes it worse."

OOC: Sorry for the short post. My evil computer erased my other and I didn't want to retype it.
 
(( Perfectly fine, Light. ^^ It'll make an interesting scene.
That's alright, Alana. It seems perfect to me. My other computer has been acting up, too... I can't get on the internet on my favorite computer. TT ))

Ireland seemed a bit taken back by the brute's comment, more discouraged than mad. But, the crowd's attention was removed from the winning trainer and to the trainer with the Chikorita that was 'saving' the Steelix. It's not like Mag did anything. It certainly wasn't Ireland who saved the Steelix from drowning. But, Ireland didn't really care; the attention wasn't what she craved.

"Thanks," Ireland said with a faint smile towards the Chikorita's trainer who stood up for her against the brute. By the look on the brute's face, he seemed like he was going to melt by looking at the trainer who healed his Pokemon. "Thank you," He said, taking the trainer's hands into his own, "Thank you for saving my Steelix's life. I owe everything to you. My name is Cliff." He said in a dreamy voice.

This caused Ireland to raise her eyebrow. "Awe," The crowd cooed. "Ew," Ireland stated. Ireland glanced at the look on the girl's face, and something told her she wasn't happy about the brute having her hands. "Hey, big head," Ireland said, hitting the brute upside the head. "You win." She told him. This caused the brute to forget completely about the female and stand up to rub it in her face.

Ireland just waved her hand at him in an I-could-care-less way. She turned to Raz- No, her Bayleef wasn't there. Ireland turned her head to look at Jingle, but her Oddish wasn't there. "Phin?" Ireland asked, turning around once more. No Golduck. "Mag...?" Ireland questioned further, her Metagross missing in action.

Where were her Pokemon? Ireland reached for Cotton's Pokeball, but it wasn't where it used to be. Ireland looked down. Matter of fact, her belt wasn't there at all. By now, Ireland was panicking. "Jingle? Razor? Mag? Phin? Cotton? FOXY?!" Ireland called, but none of them were returned.

"N-no! No! WHERE ARE YOU?" Ireland continued, beginning to run, her hazel eyes frantically searching for her beloved Pokemon with no such luck.
 
This is most definitely NOT why I helped that Steelix, Itari thought as Cliff took hold of her hand and introduced himself. She felt very grateful to the girl who owned the powerful Oddish for helping her. "Thank you," she said quietly to her, grinning.

The next moment her grin vanished as the girl began looking around for her Pokemon. She called several of their names, becoming more and more panicked as she realized none of them were there.

Itari checked both sides of her waste, making a choked sound when her fingers failed to touch the smooth surface of a Pokeball. She looked around, wide eyed. Catori was still beside the Steelix and Ramla was still in her arms, but the rest of her Pokemon were gone. "Flit, Almose, Liridon?" she said weakly, trying to fight down her panic.

'Check him,' said Catori sharply, leaping onto her trainer's shoulder and glaring at Cliff.

Itari turned to look at the brute. He had been the last one nearest to her hadn't he? That meant that logically..."Check your Pokeballs," she snapped at him.
 
The cruise was about as fancy as the word sounded. I had entered expecting something magnificent, but found it to be just normal looking. There seemed to be nothing very original or interesting. To me, it seemed it would literally be just a cruise. Might as well enjoy it.

It would take about a day to get to Hoenn's Slateport; it was unfortunate that I couldn't get the cruise straight to Lilycove. Either way, it would do me good to train in unfamiliar ground. It was also another way to quickly end three days, and have something else on my mind besides my Dad.

I had awoken to Nurse Joy at the Pokémon Center. That was pretty embarrassing. I found that thirty minutes had passed while I was out. Quickly, I grabbed my things, and told the Nurse I was leaving already.

Getting to the cruise, I kept thinking about the call. I didn't want to double check to see if I had read right. I couldn't look. Instead, I tried my best to think of something else, but that still ended up going to my Dad being dead. I was mad at the fact that he was gone. I refused to cry; I felt like it, but I wouldn't let myself. My Dad, for one, had always told me to stay strong. I was just hoping I could grant this wish for him.

Now I stood above deck of the cruise, watching as the ship slowly sailed away from Vermillion. I was leaving Kanto so early; I hadn't even gotten all badges yet! And now I was going to an unknown part of the world to me. I didn't know if I was strong enough to handle it, but I had to be. There was no way that I would let a difference in location change the fact that I was a powerful trainer.

I really wished I had someone to talk to. I didn't have any friends on the cruise; I didn't know anybody on the cruise. More than anything, I needed someone to talk to.

I sighed, and started dialing on my Pokénav. It took only three rings, but my Mom answered on the other end.

"Hello?" she asked.

I stayed quiet for a moment. How was I going to start this conversation? I decided that the best way was to tell her where I was.

"Mom…I'm on the ship," I said, not very much in a happy mood. As a matter of fact, I was feeling very grim now. Maybe trying to talk to my Mom wasn't such a good idea.

"Thank you honey…" she answered. I heard a slight sob; not very noticeable over the phone, but I had caught it.

"Mom, please…don't cry," I said. That was probably the wrong thing to say. I heard more sobs on the other end, and I quickly regretted saying that. "I'm sorry," I said, now watery eyes.

"No—I'm fine—I'm okay," she said, trying to cheer up.

I wanted to say something else, but I couldn't. Again, I forced myself to answer. "Mom…what's going to happen…? Are we going to be okay?" I wiped away the watery tears forming in my eyes. I refused to let the tears fall; I'd rather brush them off.

"We'll be okay…I know we will…"

I sat down on one of the chairs on the top deck. The light shined on me, the only thing trying to pull me through. It was trying to keep me awake. I didn't know if I should have admired the inanimate object, or despise it.

"What am I going to do…?" I asked.

There was a long silence. It was hurting me; I found that I didn't like to silence. The silence only allowed sorrow to reach me; not even the sun was strong enough to fight sorrow.

"Honey…? After the funeral…can you…please come home with me…?" I heard the sob again.

What more was I to answer that with? Continuing my journey would be something I'd want, but it'd bring silence again. My Mom wouldn't let silence reach for, therefore not letting sorrow near me. But what if it's me she needed? What if…what if she found sorrow…and needs me to fight it…?

"Okay…I'm coming home with you," I said, now letting the tears fall. And that's how it would be; I'd go to my Dad's funeral, and from there, I'd go home. That would be the end of it.

"Goodbye Roger…" click.

I took just a moment before answering. "Goodbye Mom…" I said, the quivering feeling still in my voice.

I failed my Dad. I let sorrow destroy my strength.

"NO!" I yelled, standing up. It was at this moment that I kicked sorrow's ass. "I'll get to Hoenn. I'll battle. And then I'll go home. From there, I go to Viridian, and continue my journey…" I said, confident only up to the last part. I was only hoping the last part would happen.
 

Allen
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There was a way he could do this, really. After all, it would be so nice to be able to warn the girl about her pokemon, acting as if he was the greatest thing ever. Yes, that would be a wonderful way to show her up.

Singe was sure that she had seen those three boys take a different way to the beach, but she couldn't convey this to Allen; he was too into his own fantasies of showing up that girl. It didn't matter though, because surely nothing had happened yet, right?

As the two reached the part of the beach where the battle had been taking place, Allen was talking fast to Singe. "I'll show her who the better person is! It'll be like, 'Oh, your pokemon could be stolen any second! But lucky you, you've got me!' and so on and so on! Won't it be hilarious Singe? Absolutely--."

"N-no! No! WHERE ARE YOU?" came the familiar yell. Allen looked up, blinking curiously.

There was the green and gray clad girl, standing near a boy with a Steelix and another girl. The two girls seemed a little frantic. The green one more frantic than the other.

'Uh-oh... looks like I'm too late!' Allen thought quickly, 'Well then there's only one thing to do....'

He strode up to the two girls with a smile on his face, looking rather pleased with himself. When the girl with the Chikorita suggested they check the Steelix boy for their pokemon, Allen let out a little chuckle. "Heh heh, I don't think that will be necessary," he said, still wearing his smile, "This kid isn't your culprit."

Singe's eyes widened; what was he doing?!
 
Itari turned a "You're about to be murdered" look on the dark haired boy she had seen annoying the girl who owned the Oddish. "Oh really? And who is, might I ask?"

'Probably him,' said Ramla, slipped out of her trainer's arms and giving the boy a dark look. 'I could use Dream Eater to find out.'

'I think that's a good idea,' chirped Catori, giving the boy an equally cold stare.

"Not until he answers my question. If he says its him feel free to use any attack you like."

OOC: I almost feel sorry for Allen. I can see a long, long journey ahead traveling with Itari and Ireland.
 
Ireland wasn't only panicking, inside, she was breaking. Her Pokemon were her life. Without them, Ireland wasn't anything more than a lifeless body. Tears began stinging Ireland's eyes. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't the only one who lost her Pokemon. But, still, she loved her Pokemon dearly, and didn't know what she'd do without them.

Soon, a familiar voice caught her attention. She whirled around, first seeing the Quilava before looking up at Mister Fancy Pants himself. "Heh heh, I don't think that will be necessary," He said, bearing a smile. "This kid isn't your culprit."

Instantly, Ireland thought it was him, because that's how her mind processed it. She growled and covered the distance between them with two breathless steps. She gripped onto his collar with both hands and glared at him, enraged. "What did you do with my Pokemon?! Tell me!!" Ireland demanded.
 
OOC: Yes, he has a long, bumpy road ahead of him. XD He deserves it though.


Allen
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When the other girl, incidentally also wearing green and jeans, decided to glare at Allen, he merely continued to smile. Anger he could deal with, anger was what he expected. Though, she seemed to think it was him that stole the pokemon. Him?! Allen McDermott a common thief?!! That was outrageous, if not laughable. He would certainly have to clear this up right away while continuing to look confident and cool.

"Excuse me dearie, but I don't think you--," he began calmy, but was cut off by a sudden movement from his first acquaintance. Singe tensed a little as the girl grabbed onto Allen's cloak's collar. The Quilava didn't plan on attacking the girl, it was more like a reflex.

Allen blinked as the girl demanded to know what he had done. "ARE YOU MAD?! I haven't done anything! Why would a person such as I steal your...?" he paused in his anger, noticing for the first time how upset and hurt she really was. These two girls really cared for their pokemon and as evidenced by the tears and collar-grabbing, Allen perhaps had gone too far again. He was pompous; not heartless.

"It's- It's not me," he said softer, the anger gone from him, but no smile to take its place, "I overheard these three young men talking about stealing pokemon for the upcoming tournament."
 
Ireland gritted her teeth as he yelled at her, his yelling proof to her that he had done something to her Pokemon. Tears sting the corners of her eyes, but that didn't matter. If this priss was responcible for her missing Pokemon, she'd beat him into the ground. Hard.

But, his voice seemed to soften and be more calm, causing Ireland's grip to loosen. "Three teenagers, huh? Male..." Ireland softly echoed. She released his collar and sighed. "Sorry, I overreacted..." She mumbled beofre turning to the girl who had lost her Pokemon as well. "Come on, we'll find them." She said to her, motioning for her to follow before taking off in a run for the city.

While she ran, Ireland took a deep breath. She placed two fingers in her mouth and blew out, causing a sharp, loud whistle to erupt. "MEEETAAAA!" Was the roar of reply. "Maggie!" Ireland said with relief, following the echo of the roar.
 
Itari and Catori's faces split into identical evil grins. "And they're thinking of using my Pokemon in their little charade? I might just let them keep 'em for a while. It'd serve 'em right to have their tails whipped."

'But poor Flit, he may be able to beat them, but you know he's just a little thing and he'll be lost and confused if he's called out by strangers.'

"Don't worry, Ramla, I don't really plan to leave Flit and the others in the hands of thieves. Regardless of how much damage they would do to them." She turned her attention back to the boy still being threatened by the Oddish trainer. "You say you overheard them, did you happen to hear where they were going to go after snatching a couple of Pokemon? Or could you at least lead us to the place where you saw them last?"

'She's asking,' Catori growled from Itari's shoulder, 'I'm not. Either you help out or I knock out your pretty teeth.'

Before Catori could continue with her threat, however, the Oddish trainer had motioned for Itari to follow and set off towards the city. "Oh, looks like we don't need you after all," she said cheerfully to the dark haired boy, winking in a mocking sort of way as she followed the girl. As they went, the girl placed two fingers to her mouth and made a high pitched whistle. Itari and her remaining Pokemon flinched but continued onward. They flinched again as a loud, deep cry answered the whistle, but smiled at the same time. "That's always a good sign. I wonder if that Metagross has knocked them senseless yet."
 

Allen
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Well, at least they were returning to the realm of civilized folks now. Allen brushed off his collar as soon as the girl let go, afraid she had crumpled it in her rage. He listened to the other girl talking about the details of what he had heard. "Look, all I heard was...," he trailed off, noticing that the girl he was addressing was now running off after the other.

"Really now!" he said in a slightly stunned, and slightly hurt, voice, "This is the thanks I get?!" He took off after them as well, though he wasn't quite sure why. Surely they were capable of handling this themselves? It would probably be best considering the fact that they were insane.

Singe followed at his heels, wondering if the boys would be in any condition to put up a fight when they found them.

"I say," Allen called to them, "Wait up!" This situation really must've looked odd to the people around them.
 
"Wait up!" That prissy boy called to them. Did he really expect her to stop and wait for him while she knew where her beloved Pokemon were? "Catch up!" Ireland called back.

Ireland took another deep breath, kind of warning the girl running with her. She stuck her two fingers in her mouth and blew out once more, another sharp whistle. The roar that was in return was rather loud, causing Ireland to grin. Mag was close.

"MAG, USE METEOR MASH!" Ireland called. Soon, there was a large BOOM! sound, and a cloud of dust that rose above the buildings. "I know where they are!" Ireland exclaimed with excitement, although she was beginning to pant heavily from the running.
 
Itari's mouth twitched, though she tried to conceal her smile. Catori didn't bother concealing it. "Smart guys, these robbers. They ought to have left put the Pokemon back in their Pokeballs."

'Ha! If the Pokes don't wanna be called back they don't have to be.'

The girl grinned, looking over at her companion. "Maybe we should slow down a bit. There's no point in finding them if you can't breathe when we get there." She turned her head slightly to see the dark haired boy chasing after them. He had called out to them earlier but she hadn't paid attention to him. Why's he following? His Pokemon haven't been stolen.
 

Allen
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"Catch up?! How rude!" Allen said to himself, panting as he caught up with the two girls. While they were running fast because of emotion and adrenaline, he was only running fast because he felt like it. Singe slowed a bit, knowing that they were catching up at last.

The girl in green and gray whistled and called to her pokemon, and soon it became obvious where the stolen pokemon were. Allen thought to himself for a moment. Why was he still here? He would normally not be interested in this at all, considering it had really nothing to offer him... but that girl was crying... and he always did have a soft spot for that emotion. He suddenly thought of his tiny Mareep, and figured it wouldn't put him out to stick around just to be sure things turned out all right.

Now caught up with the two girls, he decided to add his opinion, "Yes, do slow down a bit, won't you? The smoke doesn't look that far off, and after that Meteor Mash, I doubt they're going anywhere soon."
 
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