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Trin turned, her eyes on a shape moving quickly towards her. It appeared to be a boy riding on a Wailmer. She focused on him. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him. She gave a shrug. She had seen many people in her life, it wasn't impossible that she had seen him so where before.

There was a sudden splash beside her and Trin felt herself become rather wet. She turned to scowl at Core who was grinning as he paddled lazily back to shore. "I'll get you for that," she said, the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. She stood up, pulled off her clothes to reveal the bathing suit under neath, and dove into the water. She hadn't intended to go swimming for a while yet but the chase was too good to pass up.

Core was far ahead of her but stopped to splash some water in her face then moved on. The delay let Trin catch up to him for a minute. She seized him and pushed him under. He struggled for a moment then grabbed her ankle and yanked her under as well. They came up laughing near the rocks.

OOC: It's ok, my posts are nonsense too. :P
 
Ken arrived on shore and carried his Wailmer in his arms after strapping his surf board to his back. He walked over to the girl who had just stripped of her clothing to reveal her bathing suit to chase a Pokemon into the waters. He sat down where her stuf was and laid Wailmer at the shoreline to allow him to swim around and frolick.

Ken then leaned his board against a tall rock and sat down, watching her closely as he tried to figure out why she looked familiar to him. He continued to exhale in and out, watching his Wailmer as he soon became transfixed with figuring out who this lass was. "She looks familiar..I think I've seen her before..but I usually remember everyone that I meet...but..I cant place her." Ken said under his breath.

He then smiled and watched Wailmer swim around and roll through the water as small waves pushed back and forth along the shore. His memories drifted back to using Wailmer as a Member of Team Rocket, having Wailmer involved in many of the water based missions, using its attacks on fire and electric type objects to short it out...lots of fond memories.

((Yay for nonsense))
 
Jayk sauntered through the forest, a heavy, if plain, backpack slung over a shoulder. One hand gripped a half-eaten sub, and the other deftly thumbed through a wad of bills. His eyes seemed to groan, brow furrowed as he again counted the thin pack of money. Provisions seemed to be knocking down his funds like a cudgel, and odd-jobs were getting harder to grab a hold of. It seemed there were far too many sorry guys desperate for a bit of quick cash. A bit of quick honest cash. His mouth worked silently into a grimace; hopefully it wouldn't come to being forced to try his hand at the other kind.

Leaving to 'expand his mind and see new styles' may not have been as genius a suggestion as sifu thought. Not at all.

Sighing, he stuffed the tiny bundle into a pocket of his pack and shouldered it again. He bit furiously into the sandwich, arching his neck to survey his surroundings for the first time in a while. The trees were becoming slimmer – and sparser. Jayk blinked, that beach must be getting close. Time really flew when you were counting relatively no money. He kept walking. He kept sighing.

Finally, with walking and sighing aplenty, the horizon glimmered blue-green. The high sun speckled the shining surface of the ocean with an army of blinking stars, a parody of the night sky hours away. If less ominous, at least. Stretching, and with a grisly yawn, Jayk quickly scouted the sandy surface. It wasn't really a conscious action anymore. His eyes just…did it these days. A few dots far to the left he discarded, but not fifty paces away a short-haired blond girl caught his interest.

She stood next to an arcanine, majestic against the beach backdrop, and was commanding what looked to be a yellow-blue dog – for the world he couldn't identify it – and a…grovel? Grovhl? Grovyle? Jayk chuckled to himself; he never was good at remembering those Hoenn pokemon. Without tearing his gaze from the sight, he pulled a minute sphere from a pocket, marked with a slash of bright green on its glassy red half, and punched a button that expanded it to roughly the size of a baseball.

"Hey, Mantis," he muttered, smirking, "check it out. A girl; way out here on a secluded beach. Fancy that, eh? Let's see if we can – by pure accident and coincidence of course – meet her, huh?" The ball swiveled on hinges to spill scarlet energy, which swirled into a vague shape and solidified into his ally, a scyther. The creature only nodded, a grin betraying his harsh glare, and hunched low. A moment of silence…

And Mantis was off. In a blur, insect wings slammed to motion, hurling him into blurring speeds, the sand rising in steady clouds as the tips of his feet skimmed its surface. At ten paces, he deliberately veered away from its target – the grovyle – and came to an abrupt halt hardly five feet from it, cruel scythes raised dangerously to match a vicious snarl. Buzzing wings still stirred the sand beneath him.

"Mantis, stop!" cried a stern Jayk as he rushed from the forest – no snail himself – to the scene. Perfect.
 
{ooc| Eep, is it too late to join?}
 
I blinked, at the very least, covered in wet, mushy, ploppy sand. Manectric was laughing his head off, and had even paused in his laps just to laugh. I felt like a snowman of sand. Sandman. No. Noooo. Arcanine was laughing too- more inconspicuously then barking, howling, and rolling Manectric. I moved my arms, to crack off the sand to show thin green lanky leaves and folded them, turning around entirely eventually, with my usual death glare pasted across my face. That BUG had picked the WRONG pokemon to mess with. I stomped over and yelled, <'HEY YOU HALF-ASSED SCYTHER WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!'>

Unfortunately, Sara's team of pokemon weren't exactly inclined to 'aggresive hints', and I didn't even notice the Scyther's angry expression or shiny scythes, because I'd just been humiliated in front of an idiot. See the next paragraph as for why.

Manectric howled in laughter, and I turned around, <'AND YOU! SHUT UP, NOBODY LIKES THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE!!!'> He laughed harder.

I know that Sara was just sighing and slapping her forehead at the sound of me shouting "GROVYLE GROVYLE GROVYLE GRO GROVYLE!!!" But who cared?! maybe an extra 10 laps, but that wasn't important! Right now, I had to size up and go all out with pride- nobody around here by the species of Grovyle would swallow their pride tonight. I glanced at Sara, and she hadn't even seemed to notice my anger, instead, was snapping her finger's with Arcanine bowling straight for me!!

I resisted the urge to scream as Arcanine ducked into an Extreme Speed, opened his mouth, and let out a huge stream of flamethrower, as I scrambled ungracefully to get out of the way. One hit from that, as a grass pokemon, and I would be burnt to a crisp. Good thing he wasn't aiming for me, as I narrowly avoided it before it continued hurtling toward the arrogant ego-centric Scyther. I saw Sara glance at the boy who was shouting for the Scyther to stop, and she muttered an, "Oh. Whoops." In a very blantant tone.

She snapped her fingers again, and Arcanine sped up, swallowing his flamethrower and skidding in the sand to prevent himself from ramming right into the scyther. Sand flew up and the Scyther got what was coming before Arcanine bounded back to Sara. I sighed moodily, and folded my arms. What kind of trainer attacked an opponent while their own pokemon was still around? Sara did, that's who. Manectric on the other hand, had started up his laps again- around the new statue of sand. Well, Sara had never specified for him...I guess.

I sighed again and dragged myself to finish the 18 laps I had left. It would be a looong day, and I bet that Sara would revert back to drill sergant in a minute and start berating the Scyther. I guess I'd have to swallow my pride, right about now.
 
Trinity and Core watched the scuffle on the beach with interest. A Scyther against a Grovyle would be a good match and she was keen on watching the battle. To her slight disappointment, none occurred. She gave Core a shrug and dunked him again. Before he could do the same to her she pulled herself out of the water and looked over to the rock where she had left her things. A boy was sitting there watching her. It was the same person she had seen earlier. He still looked familiar to her but she wasn't interested in placing him any more, at least not at the moment.

'Just make sure he doesn't steal any of my food,' said Core in a bored voice as they made they way towards him.

"I'm more worried about the important items," she replied edgily.

'My food is important. If I don't eat I'll get cranky and then I'll starve and then I'll die and you wouldn't want that now would you?'

"I'm trying to decide whether that would be good or really good." Core shrugged and hurried ahead. Trinity's curiosity of the boy's identity increased as she neared him. Perhaps when she learned his name she'd remember who he was.

OOC: Once Lily and clowsui post the RP can move on.
 
Mantis cocked his head, smirking at the grovyle. The original plan was to remain as cruel and dangerous as possible, threatening in posture but not in action. But watching the thing snap into a fury and screeching was just so…comical. Mantis couldn't help but let the grin curl his mouth. The two glared at each other for a moment, a pair of blade-wielding beasts of battle, before his opponent again shed dignity to whirl around and scream at the yellow-dog pokemon shuddering with laughter behind. His buzzing wings still sent puffs of rising sand fluttering beneath him.

Then the arcanine began to move.

Grovyle ducked urgently, scrambling out of the way, as the huge canine began to lurch into graceful motion. Mantis narrowed his eyes, the smile gone. What was that thing's intention? Was it honestly going to charge him? I suppose it made sense; he did look like an enemy…but that seemed to be a tad un-honorable for such a majestic creature. After all, he and the grovyle were already engaged in conflict, a possible duel if need be.

It began to speed up, muscles tightening for a burst of agility. Oh yes. It was attacking.

Mantis' wings pulsed with even more force as the arcanines maw dropped. A flamethrower. The sheet of wild, billowing flames erupted and he pushed off with his legs, skittering to the right. The ocean materialized under his feet almost immediately, while the dog doubled its pace, swallowing its own attack and skidding to a stop barely a pace from where he had just been. It rebounded, loping quickly to its trainer, and Mantis again cocked his head, confused.

<"Did it know I would move…? Or maybe the girl stopped the attack short?"> Hovering fifteen feet out to sea, Mantis could only shrug.


Jayk cursed silently, running faster. He hadn't expected them to try and attack with a different pokemon. Well, he mused, nothing to do about it now. But just in case, he kept one hand close to his pocket of pokeballs.

"Hey!" he called to the girl, jogging towards her, "is your grovyle alright? Sorry, Mantis has a bit of an…overactive competitive streak." Jayk stood in front of her, running one hand through his hair in mock relief, "At least nobody got hurt, huh?"
 
Footprints. Once, Remorse had savagely yelled her head off at Dismal for making the most ridiculous footprints. The absol had cringed, warily gazing at her with an expression that epitomized pity and disbelief. Remorse had ordered the poor creature to walk back and forth between a distance of a yard repeatedly until finally satisfied at the track it made. She then returned it to its Pokéball, and sensed Dismal was quite glad to be rid of her presence.

But it wasn't her fault. It was never her fault. Every single Pokémon she caught was weakened with unnecessary sorrow, grief, anger, inner strife that proved to be pathetic in her eyes, hence their given names. Perhaps that in turn affected her, transforming her into a beautifully misunderstood person whose disposition cruelly took a wrong turn at the expense of her Pokémon.

And this was precisely why Remorse was at Sun Burst Island, thoroughly irked at the way the water distorted her already distorted sand footprints. This, of course, was not her fault either. Her younger brother, Sui, had suggested it in the first place. He was currently walking a bit behind her, basking in the sunlight and wearing a smile that only too much revealed his cheerful demeanor.

"I'm gonna have to get a DNA test one day to see if he's really my brother," she half muttered to herself, watching him smile even wider at the bright, bright, hellish sun that hurt her eyes. A lot.
 
Sunlight. It made him so happy! While his sister was kicking at her and Dismal's sandy imprints in the sand, Sui was twirling his hands and allowing all of his arms and legs to bask in the sunlight. His long blonde hair gave off a reflective sheen onto an equally cheerful Jesus, who was floating behind him and singing a beautiful yet haunting song with its wonderful voice. Slowing his steps only for a second to allow Jesus to float by his side, the childish trainer offered a hand to Jesus, who gladly accepted it and nuzzled it fondly with a cry of "Alt!". Laughing, Sui himself broke out in music, humming and singing while his messy and criss crossing footprints penetrated layers of neat yet wet sand.

Sui's happiness was exceeded by none - in fact, people found him to be the subject of their loathing more often than not because of this. His cheerfulness rubbed off on his Pokemon too - this was what made them so confident and optimistic. The bright blonde had, in fact, singlehandedly changed (whether in a good or bad way) the widely known phrase, "Like father, like son," to "Like trainer, like Pokemon" for many people.

As Sui hummed and twirled in his cute dance, he thought back to exactly why he came here, but then he recalled with a cheerful smile. It was to give his sister a break - and a vacation in to places that had much more happy~ potential. Grinning, he could only start singing and humming in a girl way again as Jesus did the same. The males looked absolutely ridiculous, but how were they to look at themselves?

Rushing forward, the straw-haired youth latched onto his sister's arm not after she scowled in the face of the penetrating sunlight. "Soooooo Rem~ Whaddya wanna do~?" Sui asked as Jesus chirped in a questioning manner as well while singing at the same time - he had developed the ability to sing with the back of his throat, something that assisted his trainer's little solos immensely.
 
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Ken watched her near and then glanced away for the moment to see his Wailmer splashing along playfully. It was already past evolving but Ken wanted to keep his small whale Pokemon at its current size, as it could still battle in both land and water, and if it evolved it'd be too massive to fit on normal battle fields. He watched the girl and her Pokemon strut towards him. He moved a hand through his dampened hair, his emerald green eyes soon locking onto the girls.

He looked deep into her eyes, smiling a bit. "Ya know, even if I dont know her and just imagined it, she's still cute..though she looks a bit young ." The twenty year old said, shrugging it off. "I dont really care though, she's pretty." He released another one of his Pokemon, Naetoru, one of the new Pokemon from the Shinou region. The small turtle Pokemon closed its eyes as the sun shined on it. The small snapping turtle-like critter dashed into the water to play with Wailmer, both calling out in glee.

"Have fun you two..maybe I'll let everyone else come out too actually." Ken said, he moved back and grabbed the rest of his Pokeballs, releasing Zangoose, Steelix and Flygon. All his Pokemon looked down at their surroundings. "We're at the beach guys, so have fun. ITS VACATION TIME!!!" He shouted, falling back to lay on the warm sand.

((OOC:: Oh yeah, I guess from our talking and whatever else you do, your IM thing is full lol...nope.nevermind..I guess you did a while ago..I feel retarded.))
 
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OOC: Yay, everyone's posted! :D

IC: Trinity stopped to watch the boy release his Pokemon, taking a keen interest in his Naetoru. She had always loved unusual Pokemon and having never been to the Shinou region, she didn't know much about the Pokemon that lived there. She knew enough to know it wasn't particularly rare, just around these areas.

"Interesting team you have," she said as she reached the rocks. "Especially that Naetoru. I've never seen one in person before." She moved to take her Pokeballs from her belt and released her Pokemon. It seemed only fair that the rest of her Pokemon should enjoy the vacation as well.

Erebos didn't much care for the water and simply curled up on one of the rocks to do some sunbathing. Liridon and Arun started up a game of tag, trying to get Meka, who decided to do some quiet meditation, to play along. Core joined in the attempt to annoy the psychic Pokemon while Trinity sat down to watch.

She turned to speak to the boy with the Wailmer but her words were cut short by a strange sound. She turned, her eyes narrowed against the bright light from the sun. The sound came again. It was a deep melody, beautiful and mysterious, and it seemed to be coming from beneath the waves. Trin stared into the water where ripples were beginning to form. A shadow could be seen rising quickly to the surface. Her Pokemon had stopped their games and were now staring into the water as well. Core moved closer, prepared to protect his trainer if necessary.

The song grew louder and louder as the shadow began to become clearer. Then there was a loud boom as whatever it was broke the surface of the water, showering everyone in sparkling droplets of water. Trinity's eyes widened as she stared at the creature now landing gently on the large rock, not more than a few yards from her. "Lugia..."

OOC: Sorry to stop here but I haven't quite finished Lugia's speech yet. ^^;
 
Ken looked towards the majestic Pokemon in all its splendor. "Lu...Lugia..what are you doing here?" The young man asked as he picked up his Naetoru. "Toru, Naetoru" it called out, squirming in his arms slightly. Ken had heard rumors of what the Lugia song sounded like, it had been several years ago when three bumbling members of Team Rocket encountered one during a fued between the legendary trio of birds.

Kens emerald eyes gazed into Lugia's, then he turned his attention to the girl. "Rare Pokemon such as this would surely help me..it'd surely help my team." He said under his breath as he set down Naetoru and grabbed a Pokeball. But his actions were soon stopped as he heard another melodic call from this rare creature.
 
'You are foolish, child. Do not attempt anything you may later regret.' Lugia's voice sent shivers down Trinity's spine and she turned to look at the boy next to her. She really hoped he, or anyone else present for that matter, didn't do anything to upset it. She had heard many stories about the anger of Lugia and she didn't want to find out if they were true or not.

'Why are you here?' Demanded Core, making Trin give him a sharp look.

'To deliver a message to these trainers.' The answer surprised Core as much as it did Trinity but neither spoke. Lugia surveyed the small group of trainers carefully, stopping to stare at each one in turn. 'Pay close heed to my words for they will change your future. As you will know well there is a war plaguing the world. You may also know of a prophesy that foretells the end of this war. I will now recite this prophesy to you in its entirety and I beg you not to interrupt.' It waited for a moment to make sure no one would speak then continued, 'The time will soon come when the world will be plagued by a battle of control. From the north, the east, the west, the south the battle will come and many lands will suffer. When the Earth completes ten cycles around the glowing Sun, six chosen of tainted blood will rise and put an end to the war forever. It is from a former life of the Tainted that the wars beginning came. These six must face many trials, and after these trials more. To the north, the Trial of Trust, to the east, the Trial of Heart, to the west, the Trial of Courage, and to the south, the Trial of Wisdom. Once these trials are passed the final struggle will begin and with the victory of the Chosen the world will return to peace.'

Silence overtook the legendary as he once again surveyed the six around him. 'You six, you are the chosen of tainted blood.'

OOC: It seems I'm not very good at writing prophesies but it could be worse. I may edit it later to make it sound better but for right now it'll have to do.
 
Ken looked at Lugia and put his Pokeball away. "Fine..but what do we have to do..what do the six of us have to do with it? I mean really, this is entirely awkward and none of us think we know each other..I mean that girl over there is somewhat familiar..but I dont think I know her. Please Lugia..come with me and help Team Rocket rise against his stupid war..we've already lost much face." Ken pleaded as he neared the rare Pokemon.

Naetoru and Zangoose crowded near their trainers as he moved closer to the white-silver legend of the seas. He held his arms out, begging for Lugia to come with him to help Team Rocket. "Even if you wont come with me..what are we supposed to do? How do six trainers stop a war against large armies?"
 
Sara didn't have time to respond, or berate anybody, as she looked up at Lugia recite his poetry- Er, prophecy. Then, she looked the boy who was completely, and totally and completely following along. Like Sara's trainee's, that had absolutely no backbone. Bad first impression. On both of the guys. She folded her arms and sat down, Golem already underneath her after hearing the faint snap of her fingers. She sighed and listening inattentively, before saying bluntly, "This is awfully short-notice. Never heard a' that prophecy before now."

Mantine floated from his position, no longer camoflauged in the sand and said, <'Sara! This is a chance to stop these wars- don't you think we should do something?!'> His trainer simply glanced at him, and he was silenced momentarily.

Sara glanced at Arcanine, now sitting upright, who stared back, saying, <'I don't see the harm in it.'> She rolled her eyes to look at the legendary pokemon again, saying, "And, would those trial's be starting about now? Are they...annoyingly difficult trials?" Grovyle, halfway across the beach, sweatdropped, embarrassed at having such an obviously uninterested trainer, who was obviously only going to do this if it was like a walk through the park. He sighed, and continued his laps.
 
The surface began to roil. Ripples only – at first – pulsed from the dark blotch on the ocean, a haunting song threading its way though the air. Jayk recoiled, his eyes narrowed, as the ripples became lapping waves. Something from the water? The melody, perhaps beautiful to the ears of others, only filled him with a resonating graveness, its deep hum echoing off nothing and everything. Lapping waves swelled to foam-tipped, rolling ones. Something from the water. His muscles tensed, stiffening, before self-control eased them into relaxation. The beach seemed to be swept away in the crashing roar of the song.

Whatever was coming, it was no ally of his to make such an entrance.

Jayk's hand tightened around another pokeball, individualized by a slash of purple on the shining red half. A crash bellowed from the black stain as the sea shattered, water hurled from the spot, and a colossal shape emerged. Its wing span, the hue of snow, stretched longer then any bird he'd ever seen, and its glaring eyes, wrapped in a blue glow, ensured its power. He could not hear what the two trainers near the shoreline were saying, but from the booming response of the huge beast, one was going to try for a capture.

Trials? Chosen? Prophecies? Jayk chuckled. What a stupid creature. For all its wonder and size, it was a shame to see such poor decisive skills. He dropped the pokeball behind him, to hide the scarlet burst of energy from the thing, and smirked as he heard the coarse whispering laugh of the gengar behind him.

"Wisp," he murmured, "surprise our friend." Without waiting for an answer, he reached for another ball, and nodded curtly to Mantis.

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Wisp locked a glance on the legendary – a fellow pokemon had a way of knowing these things – species from between his trainer's legs. A macabre grin matched his wicked eyes, and he shook with silent amusement. It didn't look like anyone had even seen him yet…even if they had it made little difference. He was going to have his fun. Oh yes. That ghastly smile bulged, showing more teeth; so long without fun. No more deprivation. Fun now. Fun. Yes.

He vanished.

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Mantis met Jayk's stare, and nodded back. He was vaguely aware of that grovyle sighing and trotting away, but that wasn't his concern anymore. His wings began buzzing louder, louder, louder; louder until the water beneath him began sending ripples from the force of the air. And like a bolt of green lightning, he was moving. Paper thin rows of water, clear as glass, rose beneath him as his feet skimmed the surface, flying towards the legendary pokemon. Scythes lowered – he didn't want to appear a threat after all– he made his way towards the thing. If anything happened, he had to be there to save his companion, after all.

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As Mantis began cruising forward, Wisp appeared before the legendary beast's gaze, invisible. But even so, his eyes, a deep blood red, shimmered into sight only a foot from his foes, already emitting powerful waves of hypnosis. Fun! he thought, cackling softly as he focused his energy on the attack.
 
"Sui, keep your mouth shut for a moment," Remorse said blandly. "Can't you see a big legendary flying bird thingy is talking to us?" Despite the magnitude of the statement, she could not have said it in a more indifferent, apathetic tone. But there was something about the way the glint in her eyes shined, with envy, admiration, mockery, and most importantly, desire. But none of this was conveyed through her facial expression, of course. And she had hardly listened to the song or 'prophecy.' Something about tainted blood. Well, yeah, she had inherited high blood pressure, but...

"Go, Sadist," she commanded in an equally as bland tone, watching the flash of red light before it gradually settled into the form of a cloyster. The little black orb encased in the massive spikes slowly revolved around, two unblinking eyes coldly staring into space. How cute. "Well, go...talk to it. Or something." A stare. "You're a water Pokemon, aren't you?" she demanded angrily. "Go...do your water Pokemon thing. Or something. Oh, hell I don't know," she ended in an aggravated note, until Sui tapped her on the shoulder playfully.

"Sis, it's flying, though~" he chirped. She inwardly shuddered.

"Well, I don't have a flying type, now do I?" Remorse snapped. She felt like suffocating; prophecies often did that to her. Why were they chosen, why were there trials, and why did it all sound so bothersome and tedious? She wasn't usually the type to accept the prophecy with a bright, happy smile. That was Sui's job, not hers. It was difficult enough being in Team Rocket, and now a huge white bird came sauntering in preaching about how essentially, the peace of the world was in their hands.

Perhaps it was all the stress and annoyance building up inside her, for Remorse glared at the bird and silently fumed, oblivious to her own childish tantrum.
 
Trinity listened in silence to what Lugia said. The prophesy did not sound correct to her. Weren't chosen supposed to be valiant and pure of heart or something like that? And what did it mean "tainted blood"? Were they going to be poisoned or maybe they had already been poisoned. That would certainly be tainted, but it seemed very unlikely. Before she could voice any questions, the boy beside her spoke, asking Lugia to aid Team Rocket.

Her head turned sharply at the mention of her old team. So he had been a member as well. No doubt that was where she had seen him before. But the idea of Lugia joining a dead team was nonsense. She was about to say so, but the great beast suddenly opened its mouth and sent a blast of energy at thin air. Trin and Core moved backwards, not wanting to be in range of a second attack if it should come. Lugia took to the sky, its sharp eyes flashing in anger.

'You lot truly are tainted, it seems unlikely that you will be remotely capable of passing the trials.'

Trin felt a stab of anger rush through her. She was perfectly capable of passing a few trials, no matter what they were.

Before anything more could be said, Lugia landed once more upon the rock and continued speaking, 'Whether you accept your place as the chosen or not is not for me to decide. You can let the world die or you can try to help it. I will not help you. I remember only too well the actions of your former allies. Now, enough of this talk, do not attempt any more tricks and do not ask any more questions. Simply answer me, do you accept your duty?'

Trinity's face was clear of expression. Much as she admired the legendaries of the world, she did not like this Lugia. But her pride and her loathing of the other teams stopped her from simply refusing to help. She took a quick look around at all of the trainers present. All seemed somewhat familiar to her. Had they all been a part of Team Rocket? Was that why Lugia said they had tainted blood? "I'll help, but only because I want the other teams to pay for what they did."
 
Nodding to her question, Sui whimpered after getting the cold shoulder. It was obvious that his sister was in yet another of her inclementing spurts of anger and it was even more so that she didn't wanna be bothered. A crooning Jesus hovered behind him as he petted the soft blue fur lightly. Why did the legendary bird have to come to them? Oh yeah - a prophecy. Noticing Jesus behind him, his eyes quickly flashed to Sadist - that was it; Jesus could fly Sadist up to Lugia. Eyes bright, Sui did another dance that Jesus coordinated himself with and said, "Hey sis~ Jesus can carry Sadist up there!" Blinking when he got a kick of sand to his legs in response, Sui decided to motion Sadist to Jesus' wings - of course, the Cloyster did so and at the same time, decided to cause pain to the bird-like dragon, extending sharp spikes from its body only the barest bit. Wincing slightly, Jesus still flew on slowly (Cloysters were very heavy, after all) towards Lugia.

Smiling, Sui clapped his hands in joy and said, "See sis? You wanted Sadist to go say hi to that pretty birdy, right?" Dancing afterwards, Sui noticed that Roses came out and they both did a dance. It was kind of weird - two Team Rocket agents that were in front of a legendary no less, were dancing simply because a Cloyster didn't have to hop out of the wavy films of the ocean to get to a Lugia, instead riding on an Altaria. Yes indeed it was weird...

But as Jesus flew to Lugia, he heard him ask, "Do you want to save the world?" (at least, when he simplified it in his head). Thinking about it for a bit, he decided that the decision went to his awesomely miserable sister. "Hey Rem~ Rem~Are we gonna save the world Rem?"

(bah short post >.>)

(bah short post, i know >>)
 
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Sara was glaring daggers at the flying beast, and Arcanine was getting unsettled, what with Mantine having slipped off into the ocean to clear his mind, Manectric and Grovyle on the other side of the beach, and Golem watching and waiting placidly. She folded her arms and glanced at the boy who'd tried to attack the Lugia. Tainted blood indeed. Arcanine shifted his butt in the sand and twitched his tail to the side, <'I think we should help.'> Sara's glinting eye caught Arcanine's for a moment, and he was quickly silenced. No more questions, she'd repeated in her mind.

"I don't like being ordered around," Sara stated, "And if these trials turn out to be troublesome, I'm backing out. For reference, that's not a question of whether or not I can or can't back out: It's a fact." She called up to the Lugia, "So I'll help- for now." Arcanine sighed, knowing his trainer didn't really care about the fate of the world. She was just looking for some adventure, as after Team Rocket disbanded, they'd often be bored, just fighting amongst themselves.

He couldn't believe this lot of trainer's- save for the boy who'd obviously made a fool of himself in Sara's eyes, was the only one who was doing this to...well...save the world! What was the world coming too? No- what were human's coming to? That was more accurate. Well...she'd agreed. That was as best as it got with Sara when she was pressured for an answer on the spot. Usually it was a blatant- No. Arcanine allowed his tail to flick back and forth in relief.
 
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