The Minami Trainer's Guild (R)

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Gavin glared at the woman? Man? Beside me, although most of the expression was lost behind the shades. He gestured to one of the newspaper vending machines displaying a prominent headline reading, "New Oldtown Destroyed!" accompanied by a massive color photo of the devastation above the fold. The name of the town offended his sensibilities, but the ruins twisted the dagger in his heart. It was almost indistinguishable from what had been done to his own home. Only the background was different, a seaside instead of mountains. He growled, "Not much to be happy about lately, is there?" He picked up up pace, stalking off to Physics.

The rest of the day passed without much event, classes seemed immaterial and he spent most of Geo/Gov perusing the paper for details about the attack. Nothing much had changed, at least that was being released to the press. No known survivors. Sambo was the only thing that really soothed him, he let loose his rage on the punching bags and plastic dummies, barely remembering to check himself when it came time for group sparring. Even then, he fought with a fury and a sadism that was completely unlike his former discipline.

Whwn class was winding down, Instructor Beyman came over to Gavin, looking at him with an odd mixture of approval and concern. He said very simply, "You will return here thirty minutes after your last class." Gavin nodded and saved the curl of his lip for after his back was turned.

Afternoon classes he was similarly indifferent to, barely noticing the transition of one to the next. When the last was done, he walked back to his room, Wraith flying in shortly behind him. From under his bed, Gavin pulled a map of Minami that had been glued to a bulliten board to keep it firm. From his desk, he took a red Sharpie and marked off New Oldtown, then sat down to think. It was odd. All the attacks thus far had been on small towns. That, of course, made sense. No commander, even a rebel[/], he thought with a grimace would risk an unprepared army against anywhere with a sizable garrison. But all of the places attacked had been secluded as well. Places that few people visited, or had even necessarily heard of. No major historical sites. No major natural resources. The kinds of places that most people probably had never even heard of before it began. That was what bothered Gavin. Why take such effort to level these nothing settlements? Wouldn't something that would enflame the population, bring up old grudges and resentments make more sense?

He shook his head. It was time to visit his instructor. He walked back to the athletics complex alone, having told Wraith to stay put. He found the thick-necked, well-muscled man in their usual practice room. He said, "You are two minutes and thirty-eight seconds late, Gavin."

"Sorry," Gaving replied noncommitally.

"You were different today," Instructor Beyman replied. "I could feel your rage. It was good to have you break out of such strict self-control. Rage keeps you alive on the battlefield." The man would know, he had scars from his time in active combat duty. "But you must learn to control it as well. Channel it. What makes you angry?"

Gavin sidestepped carefully. "The attacks on our homeland."

"You have never been much of a patriot before this," the other replied, turning to face Gavin and stepping forward. "Is this something newfound? Or is it more personal?"

Gavin turned and left, saying coldly, "I'm legal, and class is over. I'll see you tomorrow."

As he walked out, he heard his instructor say, "I expect to see an improvement, Gavin, or I will find out these things the hard way."
 
Chrysanthi's classes seemed to slip by more quickly than usual this day. The first day of class usually went so slowly for her, but she was already through the last one already. She spent a few extra minutes with her drawing professor, going over her latest sketches, and now she was slowly working her way back along the tree-lined paths to her dorm room for a little relaxation.

As she walked back, Chrysanthi found her eyes straying toward the clouds and between the leaves. She became quietly entranced by the way the sunlight was streaming through the spaces between the verdant foliage.

As she was walking, she bumped into something. Someone. She blinked at the surprisingly Pokemon-less boy about her age. She thought he was in the same year as her. Taia chuckled in her mind a bit.

"Excuse me," Chyrsanthi said politely. "I wasn't really watching where I was going."
 
Name: Chann
Age: 14.8
Appearance: Young-Looking, smooth face, spiky hair, wears large T-shirts with baggy jeans, always carries his guitar with him.
Personality: Laid-Back. Even when he is in danger, he takes it like it's smoothly. He can take jokes, and doesn't mind just about anything, but only if it harms. When he plays his Guitar, people say that Pokemon dance to the melody, and his own Pokemon has learned to sing in Pokemon. His Pokemon, Flygon, is popular, and the female Pokemon LIKE him. However, Chann has a hard time with Female Trainers. But he can work it out. He has a girlfriend, her name is Shona, and although she doesnt train a Pokemon, she helps Chann through his adventures.
History: Chann was born to be a Pokemon Trainer. However, his family was killed in a casino while he was in the bathroom. Now he looks to his Pokemon for protection, and for a friend. He walks on foot to all places, and loves metal rock. His Pokemon also likes Metal rock. As a team, they have defeated legends, but legends who vanished and were forgotten of for eternity. Even though his life story is sad, he continues to be a quite happy person. He'll do anything to help anyone, espeically his Girlfriend.
Pokemon: Flygon. His name is Wasp. Wasp is a male.
Other: Favorite color is Emerald Green, loves Cheese, and favorite sport is Baseball. He cares mostly about Pokemon. Since he is young, he knows not to learn about Pokemon mating. However, he understands how it works. So, when learning about Pokemon, he cares about his Pokemon being at top health, being active, looking great, and being happy.
Class Schedule: Drawing, Journalism, First Aid, Script Writing, Zoology, Court Sports, Pokemon Wellness, and Grooming.
RP Sample: (NO EXCEPTIONS)
Chann and Wasp took a stroll through the park. "Wanna play Frisbee, Wasp?" Wasp looked quite happy and flew out into the field. Chann through it 500 feet in the air. Flygon caught it, but a Bird excremented on Wasp. "Oh buddy!" said Chann. "Let's get you clean"
Chann took Wasp to a lake. He got into his swimming trunks and swam with Wasp. They enjoyed splashing each other. Then Chann went to his backpack to get out the soap. "Good thing I go to Grooming class. C/mere Wasp!" Wasp flew over to him and put his back into his face.
Chann put the soap onto Wasp's back. Wasp looked relieved. Once the soap was apllied, Wasp dived into the lake. He was covered in bubbles. "Good boy!" said Chann. Wasp was very happy and flew to Chann. Then he licked him on the cheek to show his affection.
However, a girl with her Squirtle looked at Chann and Wasp. "He's cute, dont you think?" sthe girl asked her Squirtle. Squirtle nodded and said "Squir!" which in Pokemon talk, meant "I think the Flygon is a heartthrob!!!". Then Chann turned around and saw the girl. He blushed and dove underwater.
While underwater, Chann thought about what to say. "How are you?....Nope" He still thought. Then Wasp dove into the water, grabbed Chann by the shorts, and carried him to the girl. The girl was laughing and blushing. "Uhhh..umm. hi". said Chann. "What's up?"
The girl introduced herself. "Call me Lilee. I have my squirtle with me. Her name is BlueBerry." BlueBerry stuck out her hand to give a handshake to Flygon. Flygon blushed. Then he scratched his head. He shook her hand with a grin. "Hey", said Chann. "Do you want to join us on our adventure?"
The Shona appeared with them. "How are you, Chann? See you made a new friend". Shona knew Chann would never cheat on her. "Im fine" said Lilee. Shona took a look at Chann. "Went swimming?". "Yes", Chann replied. "Wasp needed a bath."
Shona said "How about I join in?" Then Shona got into her bathing suit, and her, Chann, and Wasp played together.
Lilee seemed upset Chann already had a girlfriend. But she decided just to be friends. So she got on her bathing suit and joined in the fun. Even BlueBerry played with the group.


 
Kai awoke with a start to confront the thing he most despised: his alarm clock. He would have pounded the thing into silence as he so wanted to, but decided against it, seeing as his alarm was also the most sophisticated piece of military technology in existence.

"Porygon, I'm awake," he mumbled towards his bed stand, where the completely code-based, bird-like pokemon perched. The creature had taken over a wireless speaker meant just for the purpose, and was emitting a high-pitched, wavering whine through it.

You don't look awake, Porygon retorted, his personable but metallic voice coming through an earpiece that Kai constantly wore. He stopped the sound, relinquishing the wifi-based hold he had established on the speaker. You do remember that today is the first day of school, yes?

"Of course I do," Kai retorted. "How could I forget?" he moaned, tossing violently on his bed to emphasize his displeasure. Another year. Another freaking year. One simply filled with the wonderful joys of education. The young man half-smiled, half-grimaced at his own sarcasm. It wasn't that he minded school, but right now, it was interfering with sleep. "Try to guess which one I more enjoy," he mumbled to himself.

Sleep, of course, Porygon answered. They had been over this before. But right now you need to get up. Shall I pull the blinds myself, or will you do it?

"Of course I'll do it," Kai replied, if only to save his eyes the agony of sunlight for a few more moments. He tossed off his covers, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and blinked for a few moments to clear his sleep-blurred vision. Then he stood slowly, stretched mightily, and padded over to the window.

Suddenly he remembered that he should be seeing something rather funny just about then, and flung open the blinds with gusto, nearly upsetting a cup of pens on the dresser nearby. Sure enough, there were a few students already roaming the campus sidewalks outside. "Nice," he said, and smiled. "Exactly one hour early."

It had been Kai and Porygon's tradition since being together to set a select few students' alarm clocks forward an hour on the first day of school. Since everything on the grounds was connected through wireless internet, this posed no trouble to Porygon's code-based abilities. Kai of course never told anyone that he and his partner were the culprits, and thus secured them both from future suspicion as they repeated the prank. The trick had become somewhat of a legend among the other students: it had been blamed last year on a malignant ghost that could control time, one that did not appear despite numerous all-nighters hosted by the more gullible among them. Since these events were usually held in public places such as the amphitheater, where there was surveillance cameras, Kai had footage, which he couldn't help but laugh at each time he watched.

You're going to be exactly one hour late if you don't hurry, Porygon scolded. I'll make breakfast while you get ready, he added cheerily.

"Just some cereal today," Kai said. His partner could not exactly be considered a chef. While Porygon worked in the corner-kitchen, he went to his dresser and pulled out a vibrant blue t-shirt with a white logo on the front and a pair of white cargo shorts. These he pulled on with practiced ease, followed by two plain low-cut socks and his beloved shoes. The shoes were brown, unpolished leather, and were designed to fit in no matter where they were worn, be he at an upscale party or walking on the street. They were practical as well, with a tough grip made to work in as versatile an array of environments as the shoes themselves. His outfit donned, Kai went to the bathroom, shaved quickly and precisely in both directions as was his custom, and brushed his teeth.

Ready to eat? Porygon inquired as Kai left the bathroom, flying a bowl of fruit-flavored cereal to the young man's waiting hands.

"Ready," Kai said, and then sat down at the small table in the middle of the main room. He took a bite, and grimaced: the fruit flavors from the cereal and the mint taste of the toothpaste clashed unpleasantly on his taste buds. The young man forced the rest of the food down regardless. "Maybe just plain grain cereal tomorrow," he mentioned to Porygon as he stood, who bobbed his head.

Kai glanced at his watch, a simple silver digital: the face read 8:45. He had fifteen minutes to be in his Physics class. "Let's walk today," he called to his partner, grabbing his completely gray backpack from beside the door. Porygon could have teleported them to within a few millimeters of their desk, but the process felt strange and would waste an opportunity to catch some exercise besides.

As they walked and floated to class, Kai listened to Porygon relate the latest news while simultaneously opening his senses to the bustle of their surroundings. He noted that quite a few of the younger students appeared nervous: probably getting their pokemon today, he surmised, or trying to find new classes.

His partner began to talk to him about recent hostile activities around Minami, and he returned his full attention to the pokemon, his interest piquing. Being thus preoccupied, he almost stepped in a trail of molten lava that a Slugma had carelessly left behind. A warning signal from Porygon in his earpiece stopped him short, and his immediate response to seeing how close he had come to disaster was relief that his shoes were safe. He sighed, and then ducked into a nearby hall to grab a fire extinguisher. After cooling the swath of lava directly crossing the sidewalk, he asked Porygon to send the janitor an e-mail describing the situation and then continued on his way.

Classes that day were uneventful, the first day serving, as always, to acquaint teachers and students. Only about half of Kai's mentors were in even the slightest way enthralling, although his physics teacher, a Mr. Alt, he felt he could get along with. The man was very passionate about the material, as was Kai himself, and he liked the man almost instantly. Ms. Valtaklis, his drawing teacher, he also liked. She had a silent kind of love for her subject that showed more through her actions than her sparse words, and her face lit up when she saw a sketch of Porygon that Kai had drawn on the back of the syllabus handed out during class. It was nothing extravagant, he explained, more of a doodle than anything, but she insisted on giving him a new page and letting her keep the drawing.

Porygon enjoyed their terrain battle class the most, even though they only learned a simple list of what types of attacks were effective in different settings. Kai sat stifling yawns through a session full of amazing bits of information such as "fire attacks are useless underwater," and "electricity carries well in a wet environment," but his partner was listening with enraptured interest.

That was quite enlightening, don't you agree? Porygon offered as they walked back to the dorms: TB was their final class for the day.

"It was certainly something," Kai responded, rolling his shoulders under his heavy backpack.

Just think, the pokemon said, missing the sarcasm in his partner's voice. My body composition allows me to change quickly and efficiently between types, as long as I am placed in direct contact with an element.

Kai was slowly realizing why his partner was so interested. "Right…you just use Conversion 2 when you're touching something or when you're being attacked, and you become resistant to that type."

Correct, Porygon continued. Therefore, I have no inherent terrain weakness: I can just change to suit the environment.

It was an interesting thought. A pokemon that could function anywhere would have a distinct advantage in battle. "But that leaves the problem of your attack spread," Kai said and thought at the same time. It was a problem that had plagued their battling career from the outset. "Right now, you only know three damaging moves: Tackle, which doesn't do much in the first place, Psybeam, and Signal Beam. That only hits plant, poison, and fighting for super effective."

Those are only moves I can do myself…I'm sure I could do more with help.

"By 'help,' do you mean mods?" Kai asked, and was met with an affirmative nod. His pace slowed. Modifications were nothing new to either of them: Kai himself had built a few for Porygon, his alarm clock being a good example. All he had to do was create a contraption and attach it to a digital interface, which was a small black panel provided by the government for Porygon to use. The interfaces meshed seamlessly with the pokemon's digital body, and allowed him to utilize whatever electronics where necessary for the mod to function.

But what Porygon had in mind was no alarm clock, nor was it anywhere near as benign. Kai wasn't sure he felt entirely comfortable making mods with the sole intent of causing damage, nor was he certain the instructors would allow it. He supposed he could design the mods to mimic a certain attack, such as building a taser to allow his partner the use of Thunderbolt, but he would have to clear it first. He had Porygon send an e-mail on his behalf to Mr. Carvahall, their TB instructor, as they reached the dormitory building.

Instead of going in, however, Kai glanced over to the walkway by the female dorms: a bit of activity in the otherwise-deserted area had caught his attention. He saw two people standing there, one a woman and obviously on her way to her room and the other a man, both about his age.

The man seemed curiously out of place. The fact that he was so near the female dormitory wasn't entirely odd in-and-of-itself, as the pair could very well have been an item and were simply saying good-bye for the day. What really caught Kai's attention was the fact that this other boy had no pokemon. He decided to see what happened, and leaned against the wall of the male dorms to wait.
 
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Kirov ducked down behind the bush, hoping Amber hadn't seen him. That seemed likely, given that she had had her face buried in her wet arms, sobbing quietly. He wasn't sure whether he should go and talk to her. On one hand, he definitely was not good at helping people with their problems or known for saying the right things at the right time. In fact, just the opposite. He had only talked to Amber twice, and they had barely exchanged more than a few words. He was probably not the person she needed to comfort her. On the other hand, she really looked like she needed help.

But again, Kirov knew he wasn't the kind of person who was good at giving that kind of help. And he barely knew her. Deciding to leave it to one of Amber's other friends, he stood up, still crouching slightly to hide behind the thick bush, and quickly walked off.

You're not going to talk to her? Airio asked.

Kirov glanced at his Pokemon friend, perched on his left shoulder. "We've barely said three words to each other," he mumbled, which was a slight exaggeration, "and I'm not the kind of person who's good at giving help."

Airio nodded his head from side to side slightly in agreement. Well, that's definitely true.

"You're lucky I'm a nice guy, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate you making fun of me with every other sentence you say."

Which is why I make fun of you, the spider Pokemon clicked happily.



The rest of Kirov's classes were decidedly uneventful. All they did in Pokemon Breeding was a few exercises to get to know each other's classmates. Algebra was just review of what he had learned last year. Battle Strategies/Tactics was a just brief overview of what types were effective and weak against others, and what effects such as Poison or Paralysis did to your Pokemon. Stuff people learned when they were in elementary school, if not as part of their school curriculum, then just from the everyday gossip and talking. And they didn't even get to go into the pool today for Swimming, instead being lectured about Pool Safety and Proper Technique for the better part of two hours.


When the Swimming without swimming was over, Kirov rushed back to his dorm, eager to get in a good dinner before showering and going to bed. Airio was snoozing on his shoulder, firmly attached by a silk thread, so he wouldn't fall off. Hugging the wall of the dorms as to minimize the amount of distance he had to travel, he thought about how nice a good spaghetti dinner would be. Even a microwavable spaghetti dinner in a plastic container he had bought from the school store.


Airio awoke with a snort. Oh, is Swimming over already? A rhetorical question that Kirov didn't bother replying to. That was possible the most boring two hours of my life.


Kirov looked down at his partner, still walking briskly. "You're lucky you get to sleep through it." He glowered at the Spinarak. "I have no such luxury."


You can sleep too, you know, Airio reminded him. You'll just get into trouble.


"Which is exactly the problem."


Airio shrugged his front legs. Your choice.


"For a bug, you do an awful lot of philosophizing," Kirov snapped. It was true, Airio often spouted Nihilistic nonsense instead of helpful advice.

What can I say, I have an awful lot of spare time, Airio clicked, raising his head in glee.

Kirov shook his head in annoyance.

Hey, look out where you're going, 20/20! Airio cried in alarm.

"Huh?" Kirov was halfway through turning his head to look where he was going when he quite literally ran into a man leaning against the wall of the male dorms. Slightly dazed, he stepped back uncertainly. "Oh, sorry."
 
Gavin bumped into something warm and solid. Reflex took over and he settled into a fighting stance, weight shifted forward onto his left leg, hands up to guard and kept open to grab. He relaxed a little when he saw what he'd hit.

The young man was startled out of the shroud of immediate anger that his conversation with his instructor had left him in. A girl stood a pace or two away, having backed off after bumping into him. He supposed she was attractive, in an ethereal sort of way, but that kind of thing didn't catch his notice much anymore. He cocked an eyebrow above the top of his shades and growled, "That much is apparent, kid. Watch it."

He lowered the sunglasses, looking at her without interference for a moment. It might have been a mistake, she looked shy to begin with and he was very aware that his expression right now, always anymore, was very cold. He asked, "You need something?" and pushed the shades back up.
 
"Snap, snap, snap"

As sunset was approaching, Akira and his Absol continued to take pictures of every single thing they say; no matter how dumb or senseless it was to take a picture of the item. Akira believed that many really good shots are hidden and would only be found out when you gave a second look on what you captured; so many times he just went around taking pictures to nothing. Yeah, kinda stupid; but he needed to spend some time doing, believing in something. The day had grown increasingly boring, and though Akira was nearly positive that it was his fault for not doing anything about it; he didn't feel like acting upon it, at least yet. There was still a while of sunlight and sundown, probably Akira's favrite time of the day, was approaching, the pair decided to stay there just for more of a while and continued to take pictures of everything surrounding them.

The duo walked around the place, focusing on every single thing that drew their attention, no matter how stupid or ridiculous it was. First, Akira noticed how above them a flock of Farfetch'd was flying in a perfect V shape. ~Hey, look, Slash. A flock of Farfetch'd. It isn't that usual to see Pokemon travel in groups this days...~ Akira said to his partner as he raised to camera and locked the sight on the Pokemon; taking a very good picture in which only the silhouette of the Pokemon was seen, with very slight coloring. ~Yeah, what the flock~

At the comment of his companion, the tall male couldn't help but to laugh; wondering where'd that come from. ~Ha, yeah; whatever. Let's move on....~ Akira continued to take pictures of anything that came along in his path; whether it be the shade of a tree or a zoom on a pretty flower, until eventually he ran out of stuff to photograph. It was when he saw a female with an Espeon about to engage in a conversation with a male. Akira loved the Eevee evolutions; Espeon being one of his favorites, only topped by Leafeon. Not feeling like restraining the want of capturing the Espeon's majestic image and poise, Akira took a picture of the three beings, sight focused on Espeon and the humans as a soft background. A soft, white flash shot out in their direction, but they probably didn't notice that. Then; Akira turned around and saw two guys, one who had just bumped the other. Moving his hands at the speed of light, Akira took a picture of the moment; the position of the two making it obious of what had just happened. A quick picture for the laughs, apparently.

After this, Slash yawned. ~I'm tired, can we go now?~ Slash said.

~No~ Akira told to his Pokemon. I want to stay here for a while. After saying this, Akira walked over to a small found right next to where he was and sat down; waiting for the sunset to take a picture of it.
 
Kai was still watching the two figures near the female dorms when he was abruptly struck from behind. The young man had been leaning his shoulder against the wall, hands in his pockets, and was sent sprawling unstoppably forward by the impact. "Well this is going to suck," he thought, and then landed flat on his face. He stayed there.

Are you…okay? Porygon floated down to nudge the boy's shoulder with his beak.

"Oh, fine," Kai said sarcastically, picking himself up slowly off the ground, a nasty cut on his forehead just beginning to drip blood. "Get a potion out of my pack, would you?"

While his partner fumbled with the zipper on his backpack, Kai turned to see what had hit him. It was another boy, around his age if a little younger, who was currently mumbling an apology.

"Don't worry about it," Kai replied, accepting the green-and-purple spray bottle that Porygon was offering him. "Running into people seems to be a somewhat common greeting here." He pulled back his hair, and then sprayed the pressurized contents of the canister he held onto his forehead. The resulting sensation Kai would have likened to having his face torn off by a Houndoom. "And besides," he gasped to the other boy. "I was the one in the way." As he said this, he glanced pointedly at the good five feet of open sidewalk next to him. Then, he returned his attention to the pokemon-less character that he had been watching before, the cut on his forehead visibly diminishing as the potion did its work. He didn't speak again.

After a moment of awkward silence, Kai's backpack loudly crackled as Porygon took over a pair of wireless speakers housed inside. I'm Porygon, and this is Kai, he said to the others, his voice sounding strangely disembodied as it didn't come directly from him. And you are?
 
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Kirov stared at the talking backpack for a few seconds, the thing momentarily taking his attention off the other student. Then it clicked. Oh, Porygon. In that case, there was probably some kind of speaker in the backpack, which would explain the disembodied voice. "Um, my name is Kirov, and this is..." he glanced at his shoulder, then looked around, suddenly realizing that Airio wasn't there.

A clicking noise drew his attention upward. The spider Pokemon had scrambled up the dormitory wall, presumably knocked loose by the sudden impact. Learn to watch where you're going while talking, midget.

"Uh, that's Airio," Kirov continued, pointing upwards, then looking back at Kai. "Sorry again about that, completely my fault."
 
Chrysanthi was taken slightly aback, using the moment to brush a strand of her silvery blonde hair behind her ear. Hearing the guy refer to her as "kid" was a bit more of an annoyance than she would let go so easily.

It was about then that Chrysanthi realized who the person she'd bumped into was. His name was Gavin, and they'd had their first battle tactics class together. They were indeed in the same year.

"I'm not 'some kid', Gavin. You're in the same years as I am. We've had a few classes together, whether you remember or not," Chrysanthi huffed.

Taia looked at her human curiously. Chrysanthi wasn't usually this outgoing. But as her human folded her arms across her shapely chest, Taia knew Chrys wasn't going to back down easilly.

However, Chrysanthi's posture wasn't accusing. She had simply folded her arms across her chest and taken on a more contemplative look. "And no, I guess I don't really need anything."

She paused for a moment and reached down to rub her Espeon's head. "Have you gotten supper yet?" she asked carefully.
 
Gavin relaxed his posture completely, hands dropping to his sides. Of course, there was the dive knife strapped to his left ankle and the folder in his right jacket pocket if she changed her mind. Someone had to be supporting the scum, maybe she was a part of it... He shook his head. That line of thinking wasn't good. Suspicion, then paranoia, then a string of killings that would make him no better than they were. I dimly felt Wraith's approval in the back of his mind.

His tone was still a little terse as he spoke, but lacked the growl from before. He said, "I guess I do remember you. I'm not exactly the kid you knew from class." He took the sunglasses off and clipped them to his shirt, adding, "I'm bad company. You might want a different dinner partner anyways."
 
Kai finally recognized the young man across the way as Gavin, a student one year his senior. He had been thrown off by the fact that Wraith, the boy's Skarmory, was not with him. In fact, Wraith was the only reason Kai paid any attention to the pair in the first place: the pokemon was covered in razor-sharp feathers, a fact that Kai couldn't help but appreciate. He would never dream of holding any pokemon above Porygon in terms of favoritism, but Skarmory was nothing short of cool. Without the steel bird, however, Gavin was just another face in the crowd. Although he did have a good taste in fashion, Kai noted, what with all the pockets. No telling what he kept in those. Maybe they should talk about it sometime.

The earpiece reserved solely for Porygon's voice suddenly gave a piercing screech. Kai clapped a hand to the side of his head, and turned to his partner with a grimace. "What was that for?" he hissed.

I had to get your attention somehow…that was the third time I called you, the pokemon scolded. Could you at least acknowledge these two's existence? They seem friendly enough.

Kai realized that the boy who had knocked him over was still standing there, and that a Spinarak was hanging just above him by a length of silk. "Um…hey," he said lamely.

"Nice to meet you, Kirov," he added as Porygon irritably fed the boy's name into his ear: he hadn't been paying attention while the others exchanged formalities. "And Airio." He shook Kirov's hand, and then Airio offered him one of his many legs. Kai hesitated for a moment, and then shook the leg between two fingers, the spidery pokemon bobbing around on the thread as he did so.

You eat, yes? Porygon asked of the others once they were acquainted. Kai imagined that it was probably the strangest question they had ever heard, but it made sense coming from his partner: the pokemon simply digitized food and then absorbed the nutrients he needed from the resulting ether. Physically eating was entirely foreign to him, not to mention an endless sense of wonderment. We could go to the cafeteria, or we have Ramen in our dorm. Hungry?
 
Airio scratched his head with a leg in puzzlement. What kind of question is "You eat, yes?"?

Kirov didn't exactly know what to make of the question, either, but one didn't have to know why a person asked a question to answer it. "Uh, yeah, we eat. Don't you?" Maybe Porygon didn't eat food, being digital and all.

At the mention of the cafeteria, he stuck a hand inside one of the many pockets lining the inside of his coat, checking for his wallet. As usual, it was there with its reassuring leather. Losing things came more naturally to Kirov that it did for most people, so he often fretted about such things. To that end, Airio actually helped, as the spider Pokemon was capable of laying tiny strong but extremely stretchy silk threads leading from important objects which Kirov had a tendency to misplace to his web in the corner of their dorm.

Still, he wondered if it was a good idea to eat with Kai and Porygon. The Pokemon seemed quite friendly, but the human half of the partnership seemed to be incapable of caring much less. Well, it was them offering, so it was only polite to accept. Besides, Kirov could always use the extra acquaintance. "I guess the cafeteria would be fine."
 
For some reason, Chrysanthi could see the pain hidden behind Gavin's eyes. "I'm not the kid you remember from class," he scolded her. She bit her lower lip quietly and took a fraction of a step backwards. As she did so, she felt Taia's head nudge gently into the crook behind her knee.

The reassurance from her partner was all she needed.

"Bad company is better than no company at all," Chrysanthi grinned.

Her face softened after she let the retort flow almost effortlessly from her mouth. She tipped her gaze upwards, looking to the sky. The sunlight felt good dappled against her silky skin. A soft breeze stirred around the pair, teasing Chrysanthi's dress about her form and extending her ringlets out behind her for a moment.

Her smile grew playful after she had relished in the momentary cool of the breeze. Chrysanthi reached out and snatched Gavin's hand. She turned decisively toward the cafeteria complex and tugged him along. "Do you like curry? That little resteraunt on the roof makes a wonderful curry. And since we're on the roof, Wraith can come and join us as well."

Chrys wasn't sure if Gavin would be weirded out by the fact that she knew his Pokemon's name or impressed by the fact. She just had a really good memory for that sort of thing.
 
~Dude, dude, check this out, it's like, totally awesome~

Akira continued to sit down in the bench, doing absolutely nothing but staring at the horizon; waiting for the sun to be in just the perfect position to capture a beautiful sunset. Slash, on the other hand, got bored and didn't feel like not doing anything, so, using only his mouth, he started juggling with small, circular rocks. He had to throw one into the air in a way that it stayed in the same track back to his mouth, but without hitting the one that was already coming down. Not that easy of a task, but hey; boredom leads things into doing impossible tasks. ~Hey, Akira, check this out. Awesome, ehh?~ The Absol communicated to Akira without stopping the juggling.

~Yeah, yeah , pretty cool.~ Akira said without turning to NightSlash.

~How can you say it's cool? You didn't turn to see me!~ The Absol complained as he continued to throw the rocks up in the air. ~Hold on... It's almost ready...~ Akira mumbled, in reference to the sunset. The boy prepared the photographic camera and locked the sight on the horizon, watching the sun go down a very small distance with each passing second. He fixed the zoom to capture the landscape but still emphazising the sunset and then took a large breath, holding it right there. Doing that helped so that when he tried to aim carefully and stiffen his hands, they wouldn't succumb to those slight, involuntary shakes. "Three... Two... One..."

Snap

A very bright flash shot out from the small bulb within the camera, blinding the whole area for a second. This caused NightSlash to flinch and therefore drop the rocks he was juggling with. ~Aw, c'mon, man! I was aiming for 300 repetitions!!!~ NightSlash said in an angry and dissapointed mood as he shifted up to Akira, who was just staring at his camera. A perfect shot, it had been. The amateur could really capture moments like someone who had done this for many years. Smiling slightly at his great achievement, Akira turned to Slash.

~I thought you could only count to 100.~ Akira said as he smirked to his partner.

~...Touché~

~ C'mon pal, let's get going. ~ Akira said as he stretched his arm towards the white Pokemon and patted his head softly, motion to which Absol replied by smiling comfortably and nodding. Placing the camera around his neck, Akira stood up, Slash following from close behind, and made their way back; walking at a rather slower than average pace and examining their surroundings carefully.




 
Gavin asked Wraith, You wanna have some company for dinner? It's that girl from one of our old classes. Silvery hair, kinda dreamy. Espeon partner. He attached a mental picture of her to the thought, Wraith was usually better at remembering these things than He was. Especially lately.

He though back, Chrysanthi, Gavin. She goes by Chrys if you prefer something shorter. You really are hopeless. He was obviously pleased, though. The young man could feel him taking off, glad that he wasn't snacking on Pop-tarts and Coke for dinner again. He shook my head, the Skarmory had a protective instinct that always managed to baffle him. It took had taken a solid six months after their bonding to convince him to let Gavin fly even a short distance.

Gavin said, "Yeah, Wraith'll join us. And I really don't care where we eat, I'll just have something light." His stomach growled a little in protest, but anything me managed to actually get to his mouth usually tasted like ash his stomach would usually bring it back up. He'd taken to having four smaller meals a day and even then, he was losing weight. "If you want curry, that's fine with me."
 
When Amber was done crying, she realized nobody noticed.

"Thank god..." Amber thought to herself. The last thing she needed was someone to notice that she had been crying, and to make fun of her for it. She went back to her dorm, and took a shower. Then, she went to dinner. She saw Kirov. Amber sat down next to him after getting her dinner. She decided not to talk to him, since he was talking to someone else. She just ate her dinner. However, after eating her dinner, she didn't feel so good... she felt similar to when she had a horrible headache and stomachache a few days ago in mating class. She felt like she was going to pass out. She felt like she was going to throw up, so Amber ran to the bathroom. However, on the way to the bathroom, she collapsed. Everything went dark, and she felt numb. So there sat her body, in the middle of the Cafeteria, completely passed out.
 
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Naiya watched the two go.
That was odd...said Nyx, slightly confused. "Yeah, it was. Oh well...we might meet them again sometime. Did you catch the Zangoose's name?" asked Naiya.

He said his name was Yorick. said Nyx, picking up Naiya's fallen shoulder bag. He handed it to her.
We better get going. We are gonna be late for Mythology!

Naiya took her bag. "Oh crap, I forgot for a second! We better hurry."

They headed towards the Academics Center, barley making it in before the late bell was sounded.
Naiya usually paid close attention to the lessons, but she just couldn't focus on her work. Her mind kept wandering to the two she had met earlier. Would she see them again? Did they have classes together? Would they be friends?

Naiya laid on her desk, face burried in her arms, deep in thought. Nyx, who was busy chewing on a pencil, noticed her odd behavior. He tapped her shoulder with one of his claws.
Naiya, whats the matter? You better sit up or your gonna get both of us in trouble.

Naiya brought her face up, her hair sticking to her cheeks. "Sorry. I'm just a little tired." she whispered. She pulled her sketchbook out and began to sketch Palkia and Dialga, the space and time ledgends. Nyx went back to knawing on his pencil, but he kept watching her out of the corner of his eye. Something was wrong. Naiya usually paid close attention in this class...he decided he would slowly coax the answer out of her, one way or another.
 
Chrysanthi smiled as Gavin informed her that Wraith would indeed be joining them. She continued to hang on to his hand for another few feet before releasing her phalanged prisoner and falling into an easy pace beside Gavin.

The pair wound their way about the gently curving paths of the Guild toward the cafeteria complex. After a quick ride up the elevator to the roof, the wafting smells of deliciously spicy foods reached Chrysanthi's nose. She took a deep breath and turned to smile at Gavin. "Well, come on then."

She sauntered over to the stand and ordered a bowl of curry and rice. The little restaurant quickly made up her order and handed over the savory-smelling meal. Chrysanthi gave Gavin a sweet little smile before going to take up temporary residence at a little table near the edge of the roof, right next to a large perch, just about perfectly sized for a Pidgeot or Skamory.

Taia jumped up into Chrysanthi's lap and turned to face her human with a strange curiousity brewing in her glossy onyx eyes. What on earth has gotten into you, Chrys? she prodded.

I'm not sure, Chrysanthi replied telepathically. While Chrys usually poke with Taia aloud, being as Taia was her only real friend, when in public, the two spoke solely mind to mind. You've seen him around. He's changed so much since we started classes together. I don't know what's wrong, but I do know that he needs a friend.

Taia turned back around, seemingly satisfied with Chrysanthi's response. The girl smiled and reached into her bag, pulling out her personal chopsticks. Chysanthi ate almost solely with chopsticks, being particularly better suited to them with her delicate and dexterous hands. She brought the first peice of beef to her lips and savored it's delicious texture and the spicey sweet flavors of the curry sauce.

Gently, she placed the chopsticks back down across the bowl and swiveled about, looking to see if Gavin and Wraith were coming to join them.
 
Kai ate mechanically, mostly in silence. He was used to eating on the run or while simultaneously doing something else: actually sitting down and focusing on a complete meal felt unnatural. He didn't see why people enjoyed this…all they did was get together in a group and watch each other chew. Conversation was more or less impossible, unless one wanted to disgust his tablemates with a mouth full of food. Not that Kai was complaining about that.

Porygon, on the other hand, was having a great time. He floated a few feet over the bench directly next to Kai, slowly digitizing and downloading his wild concoction of a meal. The pokemon's code-based body required a very strange mixture of nutrients: most of the plate in front of him was covered with ketchup packets…whole ketchup packets. Despite this, the process of Porygon taking sustenance was not revolting in the least, as Kai imagined such a meal could be: a glowing blue cube would simply appear somewhere on the plate, and then it would fade and leave behind a clean empty square.

Porygon could also talk while he was "downing", as Kai called his eating process, using the backpack speakers. He did so with gusto, inquiring as to how Kirov and Airio's days had gone, what classes they were in, and other such trifling matters. Kai didn't really care for the conversation, but his friend seemed happy, so he didn't mind all that much. He also noticed with a mixture of admiration and irritation that Kirov was wearing some type of long-coat which was simply covered in various compartments: he imagined with mild dismay that he was being outdone in the number-of-pockets department.

Maybe twenty minutes into the meal, a girl that had been sitting next to Kirov got up, walked a few paces, and suddenly went down. "Ummm…is she okay?" Kai asked, pointing. The answer was fairly obvious, however, and he got up and moved to her side with as much haste as the quickly-gathering crowd would allow. He knelt down, noting that her chest was moving: she was breathing, at least.

Porygon appeared at his side. Whoa, he said when he saw the girl, genuine concern layering his voice. She needs to get to the infirmary. I'll teleport her.

"It's a fairly long jump," Kai replied with a bit of shock, the concern in his voice more for the pokemon. Porygon could teleport any solid object through the wifi system, be it living or otherwise: however, the safety of the trip decreased as the distance increased. They could come out the other end with some minor code scrambling, and whatever that implied once they were converted back to their physical forms. He saw the resolve in his companion's eyes, however, and simply added "as long as you're sure you'll be safe."

We'll be fine, Porygon answered, and then he and the girl were gone in a blinding blue flash of light.

After a moment, Kai turned to Kirov and Airio, who had followed him over. "Well, that cuts this evening tragically short," he said, although he couldn't quite convince himself that he was thankful for the escape. "See you around," he tentatively added, and then raced off to the infirmary after his partner.
 
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