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"Hey Girl-with-Heracross, What happened to your Raft?" asked a moderately tall man wearing a would-be extremely smart tuxedo like suit; which was drenched by the onslaught rain and Hydro Pumps. He had an extremely shaved head showing virtually minimal blonde stubble. "Well my raft was sort of destroyed, by a sort of Tentacruel, sort of." Roisin smiled at the man and laughed nervously, but the moment was interrupted by an extremely loud and familiar screech just of the front deck.

"H-Croooooooooooooooooooooo!" came he screech, cut off by a very huge splash. Roisin quickly abandoned the man and charged to the side of the ship, Yanma following closely, the two nearly knocked over a smug looking bloke with a Ditto on his shoulder. The young blonde girl grasped the freezing wet hand rail on the ships edge and gazed down at the Abyss below. She could see a shadowy outline of a Giant Beetle in the Grey murky depths. "Heracross!" she bawled, nearly diving in. She was stopped by Yanma.

"Yammz," She stated very calmly, pointing at the Pink object that suddenly emerged nex to Heracross' outline.

"Quick Yanma, go and help Corsola bring him back up to the surface," Roisin articulated, but Yanma, caring for her 'family' just like her trainer was already down there giving Corsola a hand or six saving Heracross. After Heracross had emerged Yanma immediately flew up awaiting her trainers next instruction. "Good job Yanma, Now quick take this," She told Yanma, handing him a Diamond shaped Rock. "It's a Revive, place it on Heracross' Chest, then come back up here,"

"Yam," He winked with this huge cute eyes and he charged down to assist her friend. She placed the Revive on Heracross' chest and suddenly it started to glow, then the glow spread around Heracross. Like a Volbeat or Illumese, Heracross Illuminated in a great warm light, so bright that it made Yanma and Corsola Squint a little. As the light started to Fade Heracross' Eyes started to open.

"H-racroo!" the ruff old Heracross yelled enthusiastically as Yanma resumed her rightful place on Roisins' Shoulder.

"Great one Yanma," she smiled and then leant back over to talk to her Pokémon. "Heracross, use your horn to catapult Corsola back up here, then hover around there for a min'," She smiled. The Twinkle in her eye let her Pokémon know she had a plan. Her Heracross obeyed and scooped up Corsola and launched her up into the air. Up and up an Up. Too high! She was higher than the whole Ship! "Quick Yanma, fly up there and set her down gently with Psychic," Roisin blurted out frantically. Yanma did what she was asked to do and darted up towards the falling Coral Pokémon. One they were level Yanmas' eyes illuminated a baby Pink Colour, this generated an aura of the same colour around Corsola, and together they gently floated down to the deck. "Great guys, Now..." She grabbed her only other Occupied Pokéball and enlargend it "we need your help Spoink, Please don't fool around" She kissed the ball and threw it in the usual flash of white Light a little Black Pig with a huge Pink Pearl on his head emerged and started to literally bounce off the walls.

"Spoink spoink spoink spoink spoink spoink spoink spoink spoink ," the Pokémon happily screamed as he was bouncing, luckily Roisin caught him before he Plummeted into the sea. "Listen Spoink, I really need one of your famous Psybeams', Okay, it's really important you stay focused," she explained calmly whilst stopping him from bouncing too much.

"Spoi Spoi," he said happily punching the air and winking.

"Just wait until I tell you Okay?" Spoink sort of nodded and then assumed a battle Pose (still bouncing lightly). "Now Yanma, can you take a leaf out of that 'Annalyns' book and Doubnle Team around Gyarados to distract him?" Roisin Asked. Yanma nodded and Charged towards Gyarados before speedily distracting him by using her amazing versatility to create after-images of herself. "Great, now Corsola and Spoink, when I say Now unleash your most powerful Psybeam and power Gem, got it?" she told/asked them. They both (even though they're both just heads) nodded. Then she went to shout to Heracross. "Now Heracross, can you get underneath that Gyarados and Seismic toss him into the air like you did to Corsola?

"He-cro!" he agreed and dived underwater.

"Great. It's gonna work, Quick Yanma, come back here and when I say now unleash a Psybeam!" She shouted. Just as Yanma got into position on top of Corsola, Heracross had flung Gyarados into the air. "Now, Psybeam, Psybeam and Power Gem!" Roisin Smiled. Three beautiful Rainbow coloured Beams were launched from Spoinks' Pearl and both of Yanmas' eyes directly at the falling Gyarados, along with some high Speed glowing Rocks. Direct hit! The Threee Super Effective attacks had sent the Gyarados Packing! They had just defeated it! Heracross had already landed next too his Trainer.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Everbody says Bug Pokémon are weak un-evolved/Pokemon that don't evolve Pokémon are worthless. We proved them wrong right?" she Shouted as she hugged her four best friends. Roisin and her Pokémon darted over to the Man in the suit to inquire about the Trainers of Tommorow Job and about who Annalyn was, also she wanted to complement him on his Fearow and Slowbro that had fought, and are still fighting Valiantly in the battle.

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The girl was complementing his Slowbro, saying how brave he had been. Tim was a little pre-occupied complaining about his ruined suit;

"They said 'Trainers of the Future' Conference, so I think: fancy reception with a buffet, and maybe some speeches and stuff by famous people, not horizontal rain and angry Gyarados!" he noticed that she was standing next to him, now praising Kemf, so he turned his attention on to her, "Hi. I'm Tim, reigning Orange League champion and 'Trainer of the Future'" he air quoted the phrase, resenting it more every time it escaped his lips. He reached out to shake her hand, his sleeves dripping water slowly on to the already half flooded deck. Johan was still observing the deck, a philosophical look on his face as he surveyed the people scrambling around, trying to keep the boat from sinking. He yawned and swivelled round on his hind legs to face the girl's Heracross, which dwarfed the pink sloth considerably. He scratched behind his ear and wandered towards the overly hyper Spoink, which was still bouncing and making energetic little noises. He stood in front of the jumping pig,

"Brooooo" he sighed, looking solemnly at his polar opposite, a slightly thick, hyperactive, little pig, while he gazed on, an overly lazy yet very smart pink 'hermit crab'. Kemf was still perched on the antenna, drying off his beak with one of his wings every so often. He felt a little threatened by the large flying beetle which had just announced itself by tossing a Gyarados around like a Frisbee. He squawked a little and flapped his wings, making his presence known to the overgrown bug.

"You wouldn't happen to have any ideas on how we can get off this boat would you?" Tim asked the girl, his own mind blank of any thoughts that dealt with the situation practically, "I phoned Coastguard, but they were a bit weird as soon as I mentioned Rose Isle, and they haven't shown up as of yet…" he trailed off as the boat creaked and shuddered, dropping about a foot into the water; the ice was melting. They needed to get off the boat, and fast. Tim would be okay, as would the girl with the Heracross, and that obnoxious guy who caught a Gyarados would fine; he had a Ditto. Annalyn could always ride the Scyther of she had to, but there were more people on the boat than just them, and they would go under with the ship unless the Coastguard turned up soon. He scanned the horizon again, looking for help, and there was nothing, save for the floating debris from the destroyed raft.
 
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The man with the Ditto just walked away from Tim, leaving him standing there growing more annoyed and panicky by the second. He chased after the man, eager to let out some anger;

"Hey! Extreme-o! I don't care if you have no reason to be here, I don't care of your champion of every league ever, that doesn't give you a right to be such a self centred little prick! Come here and help or I'll have my Mightyena tear you some new exit points for your snide comments!" he shouted at the man, reaching for his third pokeball. The girl seemed to have abandoned her raft, and was now flying to them on a Heracross. Tim flexed his injured hand, it seemed heavier than it should be. He shrugged it off and replaced his hat, still pursuing the obnoxious man and his Ditto. The girl arrived on the huge beetle and began to help. She was being useful, actively trying to save these people, unlike this guy.

"Ferow!" Kemf shrieked, the Heracross taking him by surprise. He flapped away nervously, still unsure about the beetle as it engaged one of the Gyarados with a big chunk of ice and its hard head. The large bird glanced down as a Pikachu kicked victoriously at an unconscious Tentacruel. He landed back on the aerial and watched the scene unfold; his trainer seemed to be shouting angrily at another man who was wandering off. He knew everything was going wrong, and he was resigned to the fact that he was going to have to carry his trainer to his destination if (when) this boat sank

"Hey, girl-with-the-Heracross, what happened to the raft, we could have used that?" Tim shouted to the trainer as she watched her Pokemon attack the Gyarados, lobbing chunks of the ice surrounding the ship roughly at the water dragon. He abandoned his argument with the man, not knowing whether or not he rebuffed to his threat, "You wouldn't happen to be a 'Trainer of the Future' would you?" he wondered, trying to distract himself from the growing situation around him. He felt Johan wander up next to him, and stand on his hind legs, surveying the scene in a similar manner to his trainer

"Slooowbro" he sighed as he saw the few remaining Gyarados get hit with the Heracross' projectiles, while the man and his Ditto wandered off somewhere else. This struck the Slowbro as odd, as the man did not look a coward; why would he run away from a fight like this? He cocked his head while he thought, his large blank eyes following the man as he left the deck. He tugged on his trainer's trousers, pointing to the leaving figure and looking confused

"Your guess is as good as mine my lazy pink friend" Tim responded as he knelt down and petted the Slowbro. "Coastguard are taking their sweet time" he muttered, scanning the horizon for any ships or helicopters or even land. There didn't seem to be anything within his field of vision, which was blocked somewhat by the upper decks of the ship. Tim sighed and stood up again, trying to decide what to do; fly off on Kemf, or stay here and try to help everyone? One thing was for sure though; he was going to get that snotty little man with his new Gyarados and his fancy transforming Ditto, and he sure as hell was not going to lose to him in this competition the Hoenn League had set up
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"So you think I'm a prick, eh!?" Radd began. "Why should I help anyone who calls me a prick!?" Radd continued. "Fine! If you care so much, Zangoose use Shadow ball! Ditto transform into Zangoose and and use shadow ball as well!" Radd finished. His pokemon unleashed balls of dark energy at the wild pokemon, exploding on impact and sent them flying back into the ocean in which they had come. "There, happy boy?" Radd said grinning as he walked off in his original direction, with his pokemon doing the same.
 
Aaliyah watched the man with a ditto and Zangoose walk off. "...Jerk," she muttered. Dante did nothing but growl and ran off towards the man. "Dante!" Aaliyah called. Dante didn`t respond.
Dream sighed. "Vapor.." she said. Memory looked quite surprised by Dante`s rash actions. Aaliyah quickly ran up and picked up Dante. "Pikachu!" Dante yelled at the man.
 
The obnoxious man seemed angry; his Zangoose and his Ditto (also a Zangoose) had just succeeded in blowing up a retreating Gyarados, and further shattering the ice holding the bat afloat. He stormed off victoriously, his head held high with the thought that he had 'sure shown that guy'. Tim chuckled under his breath as the man and his two Zangooses (Zangeese?) walked away, still blissfully unaware that they had basically just done what he had asked of them to save face. The girl with the Vaporeon didn't seem to think so,

"Jerk" she muttered as her Pikachu growled menacingly, trying to escape from its trainer and chase after him. "Dante!" she called sternly to the electric mouse, who shouted angrily at the man, thrashing to release itself from its trainer's grip. Tim sighed; if he was going to be here for a while, he might as well have some intelligent conversation. He reached for his remaining two pokeballs; one old and battered one, and a sleek looking Dusk ball. He opened them calmly on the deck to reveal his Charmeleon and his Mightyena, who were both instantly confused by the situation around them

"Don't ask" Tim muttered as the Charmeleon cocked his head looking around at the deck, "Big angry Gyrados, equally large and angry Tentacruel, and a sulky little man with a Ditto" he explained, "Sorry you missed the battle Nabe, but you know; type advantages and stuff, you weren't right for the job" The fire type understood, but was still visibly disappointed. Hev, the Mightyena, had run off to make friends with the girl's Vaporeon, barking playfully at the water Pokemon. "Be nice" he warned the large black dog, who looked back at him, rolling her eyes.

"Char. Char-meleon" Nabe muttered, kicking a piece of debris and still sulking about not getting to fight. He glanced across the deck, sizing up the remaining Pokemon; Heracross, no, Scyther, maybe, Pikachu, probably, Corsola, kindling, Yanma… he stared at the dragonfly for quite some time, wondering why it always sat on its trainers shoulder. He wouldn't of fit on Tim's shoulder of course, he usually walked alongside his trainer, but still he wondered; did they share some special bond, or was the Yanma so pathetic it needed to be protected by the girl? Johan had returned to his rather unique feat of sleeping with his eyes open, and Kemf was now circling the boat, lazily looping and banking out of boredom.

"Don't worry about him" Tim began, pointing to the sulky figure, flanked by his equally tempered Pokemon, "I'm sure he used to be a nice person" he sighed, the drizzle collecting on the rim of his hat and dripping onto his shoulders slowly and steadily as he stood, his Charmeleon on one side of him, looking at the Yanma like it was lunch, and his Slowbro and Mightyena on his other side, one dozing, and the other making new friends
 
OOC: Is it too late to sign up, or am I going to be shot for coming back AND recycling a character from your last RP?

Name: Langley Antechronos

Hometown: Ecruteak City

Physical Description: Langley is about 5"5, and sports a bright green down vest as well as a darker green long-sleeved undershirt, blue jeans, and a long, flowing silver hair. His eyes could be best described as "bottle green", and his face is conspicuously clean. (So much so that a family joke states that if Langley fell into a puddle, he wouldn't get wet.) At about sixteen years old, he secretly suffers from horrible acne, which he is constantly keeping at bay with medicated pads and/or concealer, which he keeps hidden in his backpack, along with a camera, some spare supplies, and a cell phone, which he occasionally uses to "radio for backup", i.e., ask his parents or friends back home about something.

Langley's face is slightly less expressive then most, making it hard to tell exactly what he's thinking at all moments of the day. He carries himself with a certain finesse and dignity, and though he doesn't like getting his hands dirty he won't hesitate to use brute force when necessary.

Background: Six years ago, Langley was chosen, as the youngest member of the wealthy and influential Antechronos family, to go out and make a name for himself in the field of Pokemon training as a part of the family's plan to become a household name in Johto. While his brothers were put through finance, performing arts, and the like, Langley was sent out on a Pokemon journey, along with the finest offspring of the revered family Spinarak, Arachne. However, unlike certain richer members of the well to do families, Langley's parents never sent their son to any formal school of training, never supplied him with anything beyond a basic starting kit and a Pokemon, and did not give him any direction, their overall goal being to make sure that Langley would become an independent man, with a burn to suceed. Their drive paid off as Langley scored well first in the Johto cup, and then in a series of small tournaments in Kanto as well. Langley came to Hoenn for one reason only: to win the Rose Cup. And he isn't going to let anything stand in his way.

BACKGROUND EXTRA: The Antechronos family is one of the oldest families in Johto, with the original members being some of the first settlers in Ecruteak. The original Langley Antechronos was a nobleman who was exiled from his home country for slighting the queen, after which he moved to Johto and set up his own "court". The Antechronos family provided much of the funding that was used in the initial building of the town of Ecruteak, and as such are still held in high regard. According to family legend, the family's manifest destiny is to one day have at least one Antechronos working in every major field. All Antechronos children are sent through at least three years of formal grammar school, followed by whatever education would best assist them in their choice of career. The current senior Antechronos family members are Langley's father, Victor Antechronos, and his mother Annalyn. Their seven children are currently studying in the fields of English, military strategy, performing arts, Pokemon training, environmental science, and mathematics. Victor himself works as a private investigator, assisted by his wife. If Victor dies, his position as detective will probably pass to Langley. The Antechronos family values are courage, ingenuity, and hospitality, traits that have been conveyed to a degree to each and every Antechronos child.

Personality: A dignified trainer who will battle and discuss the weather equally calmly, one of the few things that will shake Langley's calm under any circumstances is a girl, or in some cases a zombified Pokemon. This fact, unfortunately, causes Langley several problems, particularly in battling women, as he tends to throw the match to avoid insulting them. This stems from the fact that while Langley received formal education in manners from his parents back home, he started his journey as a trainer before he could complete the fifth chapter of his gentleman's handbook, "how to treat women", and therefore has no idea how to enter into a competition of any type with them without getting confused as to how he should behave. He posesses a certain charm, however, when he speaks, and is uncannily observant when it comes to the most insignificant details. Unfortunately for any detective career he may have had in mind, he often puts the facts together wrongly or jumps to conclusions. He enjoys reading, traveling, battling, and talking to others, and dislikes celebrities, loud music, and video games, believing they rot the mind. Langley suffers from a mild form of germophobia, and doesn't enjoy others touching him or being forced to crawl through tight, damp areas.

Langley, like all Antechronos children, spent three years in a formal school of grammar, and while many of his lessons have been lost since the beggining of his Pokemon journey he does tend to speak to others as if they are visiting dignitaries or important guests at a hotel. His main weakness in battle is his assumption that the other trainer will always fight fairly, a fatal flaw that has proved to be his undoing more then once. Langley does posess a certain dry wit, and tends to act as the voice of reason between warring factions when people he knows personally are arguing, usually by pointing out that more important things are happening. His self-proclaimed catch phrase, uttered every time he wins a formal battle or captures a Pokemon is "Touch. Duel's end."

Pokemon:

Name: Arachne

Species: Spinarak

Personality: A loyal, devoted Pokemon whose humble appearance hides great battle experience and cunning, as well as an excellent degree of synchronicity with its trainer, Arachne is Langley's number one fan girl, and his first and most used Pokemon. While she lacks physical attacking strength, she demonstrates the use of attacks that slowly sap a victim's HP over time, as well as amazing stamina and the ability to fire ridiculously strong webbing at enemies. Arachne is devoted to her trainer, and will not allow anyone to harm him. She occasionally hides herself in his backpack, waiting to attack anyone who comes near him. Arachne is fiercely proud of her heritage. In every generation of Antechronos, a Spinarak named Arachne is always born and used as a sort of 'mascot'. Arachne herself is a juvenile, and is slated to take over her mother's position as family symbol as soon as she evolves, though this probably won't affect her status as Langley's Pokemon in any significant way. Arachne is very obedient, and follows Langley's commands in the manner that would be most effective. Her devotion to her trainer, however, often blinds her to all else.

Name: Clytemnestra

Species: Ninetales

Personality: A refined and demure Pokemon, Clytemnestra is Langley's only Pokemon he has ever succesfully captured on his own. Clyte, as she is called for short, displays a working partnership with Langley, but doesn't seem to care about him quite as much as Arachne does. She seems to be following her own agenda, at times, so much so that one wonders who is really pulling the strings, trainer or Pokemon. Clyte is the powerhouse of Langley's team, coupling powerful fire attacks with a keen sense of hearing and amazing speed and agility in order to take down opponents. She is usually only called into battle as a last resort, or against Pokemon Arachne has a great disadvantage against. Clytemnestra is often a legalist, and has explicitly stated that she holds a certain contempt for Pokemon born into captivity such as Arachne, and tends to follow the letter of a command rather then its spirit. She does show a great deal of concern for fellow Pokemon however, racing to the rescue whenever she notices one in danger. She and Arachne seem to have a grudging respect for each other, though they do argue.
 
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Radd looked back at the kid with the Charmeleon, and snapped/ "ONE, I'm not little! TWO, I'm not sulky; and THREE, well... I don't exactly have a three, but if I hear you inusulting me again, me and my pokemon will have no choice but to crush you and your pokemon in a battle!" Radd said as he walked towards the kid and his pokemon, shuving the Pikachu out of the way in the process. Zangoose grinned, and began slashing it's claws at the air. Ditto began grinning as well. "Got it?" Radd finished.
 
Tim didn't have time for the immature man, no matter how large and threatening his Zangoose was. He shot Nabe a look of despair, and the Charmeleon burst into uncontrollable laughter, completely unaware that all Tim's other Pokemon were staring at him strangely.

"You remind me of someone…" Tim started, "I can't remember his name though; I want to say James… Joeseph maybe? Anyway, he turned up at Danny's on Navel Island, demanding a battle. You know, down in the Orange League, we mix things up a bit, think outside the box with our gym challenges, well Danny likes to climb mountains and teach people about teamwork. Well this guy 'Joeseph' was having none of it, scoffed at the whole idea and demanded a double battle right then and there. Danny told him that that wasn't the way he did things, and the kid just freaked, shouting and complaining, calling him an idiot and a coward for not battling, 'like a man' he said" Tim sighed, looking the man up and down, glancing over to his over enthusiastic Zangoose, who seemed ready to tear into Nabe at the drop of a penny, "He never got the badge; we never heard from him again. He didn't achieve anything by being macho and aggressive, and neither will you" Tim pointed to the man with his two index fingers, before tipping his hat and walking away, back to the guard rail to look for the Coastguard. His Charmeleon growled at the Zangoose a little before following his trainer to the edge of the deck

"Meleon" he growled to Tim, stealing a look back at the Zangoose, still slashing at the air like a furry blender. He looked back to Tim, longing to fight with his new red and white nemesis, snorting smoke from his nostril's eagerly

"Don't worry Nabe, I'm sure you'll get your chance with the man's Zangoose, just not right now, as we are still trying to get off this ship" He thought he saw something on the horizon, but he couldn't be sure, it was probably just a flock of Pelliper. He sighed and reached back for his phone, "Hello, Coastguard please… Yes? WHY AREN'T YOU COMING? We are stranded and sinking, I called you ages ago, and you still have not shown up. Twenty…twenty-one plus crew. Ten minutes out of Slateport headed North-East. North-East. Yes. Hurry up, please, we are sinking rather fast now, as the ice holding us together is melting. An Octillery. Thank you. Please. I should hope so." They told him a lifeboat was on its way, but he was still doubtful.
 
Aaliyah shook her head and sighed in slight frustration of what was going on. Memory was looking at his trainer, quite worried. What if she became angry at the man with a Zangoose and Ditto? Then what? Would he hurt her with his pokemon?

Aaliyah carefully set Dante down, knowing full well he won`t chase after the man again. The pikachu looked slightly dissappointed, but got over it. He would have fancied a fight.

Dream looked over at the Mightyena that was barking at her. "Vapor? Vaporeon?" she asked, curiously, wanting to know hy the Mightyena was barking at her of all pokemon.
 
Radd looked away from the kid and his Charmeleon. As Radd began to walk off, again, he noticed the Pikachu still wanting a fight, but stayed by it's trainer. "I wouldn't waste my time hurting an electric rat like that thing." Radd said as he continued on his way. Might as well get some training done while were stuck here. I plan on fighting that kid at some point. He's got spunk.
 
OOC: Cubone! I was hoping you'd join. You're always welcome in my RPs without sign-ups! Really Accepted!

Sorry I was gone for so long. Went on a day trip to a water park with my friends yesterday. Got home and went straight to sleep. JIMZ! You're posts are wonderful. Those are the kind I love! Fantastic!

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Annalyn had stepped to contemplate the situation that had unfolded. The girl from the raft had left it just in time before a large Tentacruel had destroyed it, ruining her initial planning. Whilst the Water Pokemon idea may work, she highly doubted that her Ollery could handle that long of a swim. Meanwhile, the girl's Heracross was further damaging the ice and therefore, shortening the time that the ship had before it sunk underneath the water, making their situation more dire than before. Two of her Pokemon were incredibly tired while the other wouldn't survive in this situation due to his size and overall manner of personality. One man was being stubborn and down right annoying, there were numerous injured passengers scattered across the decks, the tournament started in less than two hours, Pokemon were being down by the onslaught of Gyarados and Tentacruel left and right, trainers were being attacked and poisoned, and her blouse had gotten wet, which sent a sharp shiver down her spine every time the breeze blew. But, wanting to maintain her stoic facade, she stood firm and contemplated the situation.

Wait... what's the sound. Please don't let it be ANOTHER angry horde of Pokemon!? The sound of what seemed to be fluttering wings was sounding in the distance. It actually sounded much like a Yanma's wings beating. Her stomach turned. As it grew louder, she did notice a small figure's outline growing on the distant horizon. As the sound grew louder, so did the figure. Is that a... helicopter? THE COAST GUARD! Wait though... it's coming from the direction of Rose Isle, not the mainland... The closer it was, the more she noticed that the helicopter was not of the Coast Guard. It was a sheer, metallic black with two machine gun-like appendages installed on the bottom. The windows were tinted and the helicopter itself was much insidious looking to be of any official military branch. Oh... this is probably not a good thing...

The helicopter finally reached them and the side door opened. Standing in the door was a lanky, morose looking man wearing an almost obsenely green colored suit with the tackiest red cape attached to his shoulders. If there was one thing Annalyn couldn't stand in people who did little to keep an acceptable appearance. Though looks aren't everything, a first impression is! But, what was this badly dressed man doing her. "Excuse me, but is this the ship that was to carry the participants to the Rose Isle Trainer Showcase by chance," he said, yelling so he could be heard over the helicopter. Annalyn snorted. "Yes, it was the ship. But as you can see, we were attacked by a group of angry Pokemon, but we've been fending them off until we figured out a way to get to the island. Who are you by chance?" she asked, wanting to know why this man had come to them?

"Ahh... yes. My name is Dr. Vincent Moonjoy, member of the Hoenn League Board of Directors. We were informed by the Coast Guard that this ship was stranded and decided to make our own efforts to come and bring our valued participants to the island ourselves. We must start soon or we will all be in financial ruin. So please hurry and board this helicopter now!" he said, waving his hand in a motion that would hurry the participants to the helicopter.

As she stepped to the ladder that had been lowered for them, she stopped and asked, "Well... why didn't you just pick us up in a helicopter in the first place. It would of been faster and a lot safer," she said, giving the odd man a discerning look. The man twitched a little and his eyes shifted in a nervous way. "Well... uh... we didn't figure on Pokemon attacks when we decided on the mode of transport for our trainers. Plus... helicopter fuel is so expensive.. we were looking to.. save money... eh..." he stuttered out, looking incredibly guilty. Annalyn gave him one final look and stepped up the ladder into the helicopter. She sat in one of the red leather seats and crossed her legs. "Hey wait! What about the other passengers? What's going to happen to them?" she yelled, angered by the thought of abandoning the others.

Dr. Moonjoy turned and his face was once again filled with angst. He was obviously shaken by the visibly strong Annalyn, "The Coast Guard is still on its way. We just figured that uh... it would be faster if we came and got you faster. Plus, the Coast Guard didn't want to deliver you all to Ro... waste your time and make you miss the tournament..." Annalyn knew something was up, but ignored it for the time being. She just wanted to get to the island and get some rest...
 
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OOC: Sorry for the dull post, I'm tired...

There was no way that was the coastguard. It looked like it belonged to some fancy secret organisation, like if Team Rocket could afford decent equipment. Tim ran to the black helicopter as it landed, recalling his Pokemon as he dashed past them, and clambering into one of the plush red leather seats with a relieved sigh. Annalyn was on one side of him, but there were only enough seats to just get the trainers in, the other passengers would be stuck until the Coastguard arrived. The horribly dressed 'Doctor' Moonjoy was ushering on all participants in the 'Trainers of the Future' showcase, having to shout at the top of his voice to be heard over the rumble and whirr of the helicopter engines. Inside the vehicle, it was all luxury; comfy leather seats and a certain degree of soundproofing from the incredibly loud rotors. Tim settled into the chair, his wet suit making odd squeaking noises as he shuffled in the seat, trying to get comfortable. The man's excuses were terrible, and he was clearly a little tight fisted, if anything. Tim looked to Annalyn, she was as wet as he was, shivering in her blouse as the wind penetrated the helicopter. He checked his pockets to see if he had everything; Phone, pokeballs, potions, emergency repel, he still had his ring and his hat; everything was okay.

"Just think" he muttered to Annalyn, "All of that so they could save a few pennies on fuel. The mind boggles when you think about what they have set up on this Rose Isle place" he laughed through his mildly chattering teeth as he twirled the plain silver ring around his thumb with his other hand, something he tended to do when he couldn't think of anywhere else to put his hands. He exhaled noisily, clenching his poisoned fist; it still twanged a little when he tried to be too dextrous with his fingers. "Do you know anything about where we're going, I asked someone in my hotel yesterday and they were really weird when I mentioned Rose Isle, is there something I'm missing here?" he asked Annalyn, genuinely concerned about peoples reactions whenever he mentioned the name 'Rose Isle' to them; they either became really evasive or outright scared. The only History he really knew was a little of his family's and a short history of the Orange Archipelago, he never learnt anything about the other regions other than the vaguest legends that people told him every so often, about mystical Pokemon and forgotten lands and… Rose Isle! Someone had told him something about somewhere called Rose Isle once, but all he could now remember was the name. It was something weird though, something that you would expect from a legend, obviously none of it was true, or he would have remembered more clearly
 
OOC: Amazing Sign up sheet Cubone! O_O ...Thanks Poryong-Z I did not expect that as a Critique, but Chomps and yours are better IMO Bye the way this post is set just in the middle of yours Porygon-Z

"Hi. I'm Tim, reigning Orange League champion and 'Trainer of the Future'" announced Tim, the man in the ex-crisp suit, whos' Pokémon Roisin had just been praising. He held out his dripping wet hand to Roisin. She grasped with gently and responded.

"My names Roisin... Well... I have five Gym badges..." she announced flatly as she let go of Tims' hand. Her achievements paled in comparison to the man in front of her. Her clothes also nearly destroyed she took off her Orange bandanna to let her hair down for a bit. The mans' Slowbro who was dubbed "Johan" was observing the deck with his seemingly vacant gaze. He first observed Heracross, the two gazed at one another for a couple of seconds before Johan wheeled round to the cuddly hyperactive piglet known as Spoink.

"Awww, they're friends," exclaimed Roisin happily.

"You wouldn't happen to have any ideas on how we can get off this boat would you?" Tim asked the Roisin "I phoned Coastguard, but they were a bit weird as soon as I mentioned Rose Isle, and they haven't shown up as of yet…" He seemed confused and desperate for a solution.

"Alls' I can think of is surfing or dlying on Pokémon really but not everyone can do that, sorry I'm no help," Roisin smiled nervously, but suddenly the ship started to shake, It'd been dislodged from its' frozen prison; created by the genius Annalyn. Roisin quickly bounded to the side of the boat, partially to see what was happening and partially to get away from Tim as the man with Ditto was approaching and she was not a big fan of conflict.

"Whew Yanma, look at them two argue... Hey, Is that a Chameleon... He's looking down on you! Well you can show him how powerful you really are!" she enthusiastically shouted. Yanma let off a sort of oh-no-why-me face as she sighed at her trainers' arrogance. "Okay, go and take down, that last Tentacruel, start off with a double team," Roisin yelled. Yanma sighed and took off, knowing the job to be hard-but-not-too-hard.

"Yam Yam," she sighed as she hovered sluggishly to the Tentacruel, when all of a sudden she was forced down to the ice by a sudden gust of air! The fragile little Dragonfly was flung into the ice in one great smash which could've seriously hurt her.

"Yanma! Are you alright?!" Roisin screamed frantically, taking note of this, Heracross flew over to the side to his panicking trainer. It was the force from helicopter rotors that smashed her Pokémon to the floor. "Yanma, Watchout!" Yelled Roisin. as out of the ice emerged a huge Crab. Well more of a Lobster, it was bright Red in colour with a Blue stripe along its' mouth. Two huge Pincers lay at the end of its' skinny arms and he had a huge star on its forehead.

"Heracross, quick, go and help Yanma! That's a Crawdaunt and they are not friendly!"Yelled Roisin, an expert on Water Pokémon, considering who her Uncle was at least. Without another word Roisins guardian Pokémon charged down to the cold icy surface. The Crawdaunt was inches from vicegripping the injured Yanma when smash! Heracross utilized his almighty horn to send the Crawdaunt flying, but that was not enough, Crawdaunt instantly hurdled back out of water and delivered a powerful crabhammer, with his glowing pincer, directly to Heracross' face. Heracross collided with the Boat, dislodging it from the ice even more.

"Heracross, quick, use Focus Punch!" Roisin yelled.

"Hcra!" Roared the beetle as his fist started to glow. After a couple of seconds he dashed towards Crawdaunt with his glowing fist at the ready, but the crustacean had the same idea and came at Heracross with a crabhammer. The two Collided and were sent flying. Luckily this was distraction enough for Roisin to drop a Sitrus Berry too Yanma, who ate it in one bite.

"Yanma, use double team and confuse ray on Crawdaunt!" she yelled. "Heracross and Crawdaunt are to evenly matched... It seems another capture is in order," Roisin thought to herself. Realistically her team was nothing in comparison to the other Trainers of Tomorrow, this may give her an extra boost. Once Yanma had succeeded, Heracross, Corsola and Spoink were returned to their Pokéballs. "Yanma, watch out!" she yelled as she whipped out a Lureball Ball (A gift from Juan) from her pocket. "Pokeball! Go!" she yelled, aiming it at Crawdaunt. Direct hit!

"Come on," she stressed. "That's my only LureBall." It wiggled Once. Twice. Three Times. Then it stopped. "Is it caught or not?"she asked Yanma.

"YAM YAM!" she shouted excitedly. Crawdaunt was captured. Yanma grabbed the Ball and darted back up towards her trainer who was jumping for joy.

"I caught a Crawdaunt!" She announced but nobody heard. Her victory was short lived by a helicopter pilot interrupting her.

"Fabulous, now climb on board little girl, we are going to Rose Island," he remarked coldly. Feeling embarrassed Roisin climbed aboard without another word and they departed for Rose Island.
 
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OOC: By the way, if anyone breaks ANY of PC or my rules, they will be kicked out immediately without warning. I don't want this RP being ruined or even worse, closed.

She looked at Tim, who had just sat right next to her in one of the leather seats. She too checked her purse, and saw everything that was necessary was still in her purse. She checked her belt and found all three PokeBalls were still occupied. Annalyn sighed and placed her face in the palms of her hands. I could be home just doing little checkups on Pokemon and my patients right now. This little showcase had better be worth the trouble its caused me already. All Annalyn wanted to do was sleep, but even with the soundproofing of the cabin, the rotors were much too loud and distracting. To pass the time while the others boarded the helicopter, she pulled a nail file from her purse and began to work on her nails. She also wanted to find out more on the man seated next to her.

She spoke in a whisper, so as Dr. Moonjoy wouldn't hear her, "Well, I'm from Sinnoh, so the history of this island is pretty foreign to me as well. But from the little about it I found at our library, it said the first settlers to Hoenn arrived on this island well before the rest of the continent was settled. They lived there for about two hundred years and suddenly packed up and moved to the mainland. They left little behind except for a large labyrinth. No buildings, nothing. There's no modern history of the island. It was like this island was forgotten. It made me wonder why we were going here. From what I can guess, the labyrinth will be the sight of our showcase..." she said having lifted her face from the palms of her hands. "I almost didn't come. I traveled for a good ten years before I went to medical school. I was pretty much done with Pokemon training. But something about this invitation..." she brought her voice down to a lower whisper, "made me suspicious. They didn't include prizes or anything... just promised fame to those who survived. Why would they use the word 'survive' to describe the winner. Something's up and I intend to figure out what..."
 
OOC: Porygon, was you 'OOC' directed towards me?

After finally boarding the helicopter to Rose Island, all Roisin wanted to do was just, well doze off, the events of today had exhausted her and she had nearly doubled her amount of Pokémon in a single day because of such events. The leather interior was for the most part comfortable, but her wet clothes drenched the seat thus making it feel like she was sitting in a puddle. A girl which Roisin identified as Annalyn and the man with whom she was already acquainted with, Tim, had started up a little conversation. Being one of the clear underdogs of the challenge she -being the devious girl she was- decided she was not going to be left out.

"Hey love-birds," she interrupted, rather pleasantly, she smiled at Annalyn who was striking up a conversation with Tim. "Are you 'Annalyn' who sent me the note attached too Tims' Fearow?" Roisin stood up, much too the Pilots' dismay, but she pretended she couldn't hear his "Sit down we're going soon!" command. "I'm only here because my Uncle, who is part of the Hoenn League organisation, Juan the Gym Leader of Sootopolis, told me too, although I do enjoy making new friends and a nice challenge," she articulated annoyingly. Seemingly noticing that she was annoying her 'targets' she sat back down and handed Yanma a PokéBlock.

"Yam," she chirped happily as she devoured the Green PokéBlock. The little Dragonfly observed her surroundings, there were people everywhere in the enclosed chopper, she would willingly follow the chopper. "I AM fast enough," she thought to herself proudly. Yanma everywhere were revered for their speed and also their window shattering signature move, Sonic boom. Will Roisin still like me? She's caught two new Pokémon today and made a new friend with that Tim," she stressed to herself.

"What's up Yanma? Are you scared?" Roisin asked her stressed looking Pokémon. Roisin knew her Pokémon was claustrophobic,but she seemed rather upset. "Well whatever it is, remember, you're my best friend, and you have us your family to support you," Roisin explained, trying to comfort her Pokémon. She patted Yanma on her head and she flew down onto Roisins' lap and curled up, trying to sleep.
 
OOC: May I apologies heavily for the profanities uttered by my character in previous posts then, and also for this, another dull post.

IC:

"I never read that!" Tim exclaimed under his breath, the name 'Decker' floating around in his head, something this man had told him in this fantastical tale of which he could only remember sparse details, such as the name (Rose Isle, or Island).

"Something's up and I intend to figure out what..." Annalyn told him matter-of-factly. He admired her enthusiasm, but he was longing for sleep, so he did not share it. He knew it was weird and all, but exploring and investigating could be put off until he had had a little rest. The other trainers were now clambering into the helicopter next to him, Roisin was being awfully quiet, and was holding a Lure ball which he didn't recognise as hers. Moonjoy was dashing around the deck, reassuring the non-competitors that the Coastguard would be here as soon as they could be, and that the trainers had an urgent appointment, and ushering on

"No wonder they made us sign all those release forms against injury and damage and responsibility and stuff" he muttered to Annalyn as she played around with a nail file she produced from her 'utility' purse. Was there anything she hadn't brought with her? "Hey, Roisin?" he turned to the girl on his other side, "Have you ever heard of this Rose Isle place? It seems to have just fallen out of all the History books, nobody's been there in, what was it Annalyn, a couple of hundred years?" He tried as hard as he could to remember any of the story the man told him; the only parts of which he could remember at the moment were the names 'Rose Isle' and 'Decker'. What Annalyn had said about the labyrinth seemed to ring a bell as well, and that same bell told him that it was bad. Just think, if he hadn't come to this 'Trainers of the Future' (hating the name more every time) thing, he could be at home, his feet up, watching some television with Nabe, or maybe he would have someone to battle; he had to leave Luana in charge of the League until he got back, making her two gym leaders at once effectively. He didn't want to, what with her son coming home soon for his birthday, but he couldn't trust Cissy, Danny was a bit over enthusiastic, and Rudy would just hit on every girl that challenged him. He chuckled as he wondered what Rudy would do in this situation, flanked by rather attractive women. He stopped short though, as he didn't want to look weird, laughing to himself and all. He concentrated on playing about with his one piece of jewelery some more as the helicopter began to rev up in preparation for their departure to Rose Isle
 
OOC: No. It wasn't directed at anyone in particular. Just the group in general. Don't be so paranoid.

IC:

Lovebirds... eh... Contrary to what Roisin said, she had no interest in romance. While she had always been attracted to men, she had no time with all of her contest training, medical work, and the other ten thousand things she did with her life. Her life was far from the glamorous, romance filled depictions of doctor's lives on television and in books. But this little girl interested her. "So, you're name is Roison right? You performed better than expected today. I was quite impressed. And from what I overheard, you only have five badges. You're Pokemon are quite impressive. Especially that Yanma of your's. I absolutely adore Bug-type Pokemon. Your Yanma reminds me a bit of Syter, my Scyther. She's not much of a battler, but you should see her perform in Contests. She's amazing. Ever thought of entering a contest? They bring a different feel to Pokemon training. But they do require skill in battling when it comes to the Appeal Battles. You should really consider it," she said, smiling at the young girl. She kind of reminded Annalyn of herself at that age. "So, you're competing in the Trainers' Showcase. Aren't you kind of young? No offense, but if the island is anything like our boat ride, you might be in trouble. You're not as skilled of a trainer as the rest of us..." She didn't mean to sound superior, but she was worried for the girl. This island would definitely not be a vacation.

She sat back, and continued to file her nails. "Yeah Tim. About two hundred years..." She was finally drying off. The sun was coming out and the sea had seemed to calm down. The last of their attackers had disappeared and the ship seemed to be set in place. But Annalyn still couldn't get rid of this feeling in her gut. And it showed in her composure. She was unusually rigid and uptight, and she continued to bite her lip. She had to watch herself to make sure she didn't file her nails down too much. I wish everyone else would get on. I'm tired of hovering here.
 
"Pokémon contests? My Uncle is a famous Coordinator and Gym leader and as much as I hate talking about him, which I've done a lot of, he is an inspiration, you know I was going to be a coordinator but I gave up after losing my first contests, but come to think about it I only had Yanma and Spoink back then," Roisin explained to Annalyn, she told Tim that she had never heard of Rose Island before Juan informed her of it and thanked Annalyn on her complement.

"So, you're competing in the Trainers' Showcase. Aren't you kind of young? No offence, but if the island is anything like our boat ride, you might be in trouble. You're not as skilled of a trainer as the rest of us..." Annalyn told Roisin, she sounded like she was bragging and diminishing Roisin, but she knew that the girl meant well in what she said, it's like doctors to be concerned.

"Yeah, but how bad can it be, plus I love a good challenge, well I do nowadays at least," she answered, rather defensively. "Anyway you two I just caught a wild Crawdaunt, and I am pretty confident about its' strength. It nearly beat my Heracross, my strongest Pokémon," she announced proudly holding up her LureBall in the process. "I wish the others would hurry up," she added. Suddenly someone else literally squeezed her way through the door. An overweight, seasick woman clambered into the cockpit, and as anti-controversial as Roisin was she couldn't help but giggle as she waddled on board. The journey was going to be fun to say the least.
 
"Oh... well... maybe after this little showcase is over, I can coach you a little on contests. Before I was a doctor, I was Contest Champion of Sinnoh. You can even travel with me around Sinnoh and I'll escort you into all the contests. And with my kind of name recognition, you'll have plenty of public attention and fans in no time," Annalyn said to the girl. She really liked the girl. She had plenty of spunk and if her uncle was Juan, she had to have some skill. She could be champion in no time.

"Eghhh..." a voice sounded right outside of the helicopter. The helicopter kind of leaned a bit as the overweight tournament official from before began to board the helicopter. She could be overheard saying "Moonjoy, I told you I get seasick. And what do you!? Put me on the ship. I oughta take your face and..." she stepped into the cabin, her face still drained of blood and a large bruise on the side of her face. She had obviously taken a few bruises during the attack. "And then you have the Gyar..." She stopped herself when she noticed a few of the trainers were already on the helicopter. She bowed her head a bit and took a seat at the back of the helicopter. Moonjoy sat next to her and started a private conversation with the women. Annalyn gave them a discerning look. She leaned over to Tim and whispered into his ear, "I think they might of had something to do behind the Gyarados attack. We have to watch that Moonjoy. Everything so far is just giving me the worst feeling in the world..."
 
Tim punched the air triumphantly in his head; I knew they were behind the Gyarados. He cleared his throat, having sat and listened to the two girls talk over him for some time. He turned to Roisin;

"Which five badges do you have? I think I may have heard of your uncle, nice going with the Crawdaunt, and I'm sorry about Nabe, the Charmeleon, he judges people, and Pokemon, quite harshly" he turned back to Annalyn; "I'm not that big a fan of Bug Pokemon, especially Kakuna or Metapod, they just creep me out. Your Scyther was very graceful, and it stopped the Gyarados from toasting my Fearow, thank you. I think it would, and has, done very well in contests" Great, he was filled in on the conversation, and a little worried from the sounds still emanating from the 'Official' who arrived in from the boat. She and Moonjoy were muttering away quite contentedly, and Tim obviously couldn't allow that, could he? "Hello, Doctor Moonjoy?" he swivelled round in his seat to face him. He immediately stopped talking and looked up, a big false smile on his face, "What exactly are we doing once we get to Rose Isle; do we get to sleep before the big event you so clearly have planned for us, or are you just going to drop us out of this helicopter and award the prize to the first one to make it back alive?" he elongated the last word, emphasising that he had picked up on (or rather, been told by Annalyn) the part of the invitation that mentioned survivors. He squirmed a little in his chair, looking awkwardly at the portly official before he replied

"About that" he began, shuffling awkwardly in his cape, "The wording on the invitation was merely a formality, along with the release forms, they stop people filing lawsuits against us if things go a little… er… wrong" he explained, his hands flapping about uselessly in an attempt to gesture

"Like when the Gyarados attacked" Tim asked, faking sincerity and raising his eyebrows, staring piercingly into Moonjoy's eyes

"Y… yes, just like that. Very unfortunate, all of that terrible business with the Gyarados and the Tentacruels, wasn't it?" he smiled, before receiving a sharp elbow in the side from the pale official, who tried to cover it up by fumbling with her seatbelt. Tim laughed forcefully, and turned back, whispering to Annalyn,

"I think we may have signed up for more than we first though here" he gave her an almost apologetic look, "This can't end well" he sighed, relaxing in his seat, again devoting his conscious mind to the task of rotating his silver ring around and around his thumb, until the other nine tenths of his brain could conjure up something useful.
 
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