ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Wings: (notices Slouch) <Oh, there's one of them.> (flies over to him)

-Notices Wings-
Oh, hi there.

Wings: <Hello.> (glances around) <So... I guess it is only a matter of time before we'll have to challenge Cyrus.>

I guess.

Wings: <Yeah... About that, there is something you should know...> (tells Slouch that Cyrus is hiding in the Giant Chasm, that Celebi is also under his control and about DS' disappearance)

...

-Doesn't know how to react to all of this bad news being delivered to him at once-

...

...Is...

Wings: <... Well, I thought it was best to inform you, since we will likely be confronting Cyrus soon...> (looks around) <... I think that just leaves Fool as the only one that hasn't been given this information yet.> (pauses) <... You okay?>

Uh...
Sorta kinda? Maybe?

-Slumps into his seat-

No, not really...
...Do you think DS is alright?

-Fool is very much asleep underneath that tree. However, Snowman is still awake-

<Snowman>: <I wonder what I could do at this hour~ Sol is fast asleep an no-one wants to play with me...~ Maybe I'll wander around or warp to that weird dimension I normally reside in~>

-Snowman sits an Ponders about what to do-

In the Dream World

-A familiar Archeops is alseep in her Dream Bed-

Quetzal: Zzzz Equestrian girls, were kinda magical... Zzzz

Wings: <...> (sighs) <I'm not sure.>

...I suppose I'd better pass this on to my team. -Looks over at Numbskull, who is still trying to play cards with Wally-

Thanks, Wings.
By the way, I'm sorry that things haven't been going so well for you.

Bye, and... Good luck.
-Walks off-

Wings: (nods and flies off to look for Fool, or one of her Pokémon)

-is walking around and bumps into Wings-

Sorry. Hey. . . You're one of DS's mon, aren't you?

edited 1st Sep '11 9:24:26 AM by TheMeddler

-has sent Dana off to find Tweedle. She runs off, asking random 'mons if they've seen 'Miss Chatot' and if they don't immediately say yes running off again-

Hermes: <I... I think Ashes will be looking for me. I should go talk to her.>

Whatever you want to do, Hermes.

Hermes: <Okay. I'll see you later, Crewe.>

-he runs off in a different direction. I watch him go, then wander off, wondering if I should find my other Pokemon-

Muddy: -Is sitting on a rock- <Tagg, don't you really think that you should tell someone where we're going?>

-Is eating a sandwich-

Nope, like I said, it's not their problem.

Musashi: <Haven't we learnt the importance of relying on others already?>

Yes, but I don't need them gettting involved in this.

Gaia: <DS decided to take on Cyrus alone, and well...>

I'm not alone, I have you guys. All of you guys. Besides, I'm sure Neptune has nothing like Dialga and Celebi on his side.

Gaia: -Gives me a light nip with her jaws-

Ow.

Gaia: -Sternly- <Tell someone where we're going, even if it's only one person. They wouldn't be pleased if we just left and something happened to us.>

-Sighs-

Fine, I'll tell one person, maybe two if I'm feeling generous.

The Entralink

Alright, you two. Let's see that again.

-Flare and Cinder both take a deep breath, then unleash two huge star shaped flames from their mouths, that both join together to form one large ball of fire that causes a huge explosion upon impact with a piece of sheet metal I had set up as a target.-

Flare: <Whew! How did we do?>

Jello?

-The Reuniclus cautiously floats over to the target, which has now been reduced to a pool of molten metal.-

Jello: <Yeah...I doubt anymon would survive that.>

Flare: <OH, YEAH! AWESOME!>

Cinder: <Heheh. I'd like to see Dialga and Celebi stand up to one of those, legendary or not!>

Jello: -Hovers back over.- <Are you sure, though? From what you've guys told me, That Serperior, Lanius and Napoleon barely flinched when you all attacked him at once. And they were just normal Pokémon...>

Flare: <Normal Pokémon? Pah! I doubt it!>

Jello: <...Still, if they could survive all those attacks from you, isn't Dialga going to be worse?>

Wulfric: -Has been sitting nearby, watching.- <Maybe. But...we're all going to be fighting him, aren't we?>

Cinder: <Yep. And there's a lot more of us than there is of them.>

Jello: <I can't help but be a bit worried, though.>

Flare: <Come on, there's no need to worry.> -Pets Jello's gel.- <Everything's going to be fine, so there's no need to get that squishly little body of yours into a wobble. Okay?>

-Jello says nothing. He just give Flare an unimpressed look.-

Flare: <...Jeez. It's like I'm speaking to Blobble all of a sudden.>

Wings: (notices Meddler) <Yes. I am one of DS' Pokémon.>

Oh. . .we'll get her back. Somehow. I mean, we've already had three people in our group come back, what's one more?

Wings: <... I guess you're right.>

-In the Entralink, sometime after waking up-

<Vesta: "So what's going on now?">

"Well... I heard that the Resistance finally worked out a transitional government for this place..."

<Kit: "What did they decide on?">

<Iron Marrow: "Have they adopted a civilized judicial system?">

<Milo: "Yeah, getting bones chucked at you is such a ci- AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!">

-Is smacked hard by Kat-

<Kat: "Do I need to do it again, weasel boy?">

<Milo: "N-No...">

"If I heard right, they were going to install the gym leaders as provisional governors. As for the judicial system... I think that it's probably a bit different that what you're used to, Iron."

<Iron Marrow: "Oh.">

<Vlad: "So what's happening to all of those Pokemon that were working for Scolipede and Artemis? After all of the rebuilding is over...">

"I think that the Resistance is still trying to figure that one out... Last I heard, they were considering offering some of the goons positions as service Pokemon."

<Leana: "Are they sure that will go over well?">

"No. But the old ranks of service Pokemon before Scolipede and Artemis took over are kinda diminished and scattered. Even if they somehow manage to track them all down and have them return, there's still going to be a LOT of vacancies left over..."

<Buster: "I guess... But what do we do now?">

<Kammy: "Well... We are up against an incredibly dangerous opponent next...">

<Shaun: "We could probably afford to train up a bit.">

<Mike: "I approve. Especially if there's sparring involved.">

<Kyle: "Well that was a foregone conclusion...">

<Nadia: "Still, it can't hurt, right?">

<Kyle: "True...">

<Aloysius: "Let's get going then, that training isn't going to happen on its own!">

-Aside-

<Nadia: "How have you been doing with Tracer?">

<Kyle: "Good, I guess... I never thought that I'd be seeing him the way I do now a month ago...">

<Nadia: "What's that?">

<Kyle: "I mean, I'm still not happy that my evolution turned out the way it did... But it seems so petty compared to everything that happened to us... And what might still happen to us who don't come from your time...">

<Nadia: "Well... Did Tracer forget you during this month?">

<Kyle: "No. I was almost always in his party...">

<Nadia: "Then I'm sure that you've got nothing to fear. If there's a hope for you and Tracer to stay together after everything gets sorted out, I'm sure that he'll pursue it...">

<Kyle: "Thanks... Did you doll tell you this again?">

<Toothless: "Actually no, she came up with that on her own.">

edited 1st Sep '11 10:05:04 AM by TracerBullet

I know I'm right!

-walks away to look for her mon-

At least I hope I'm right.

-is watching her Hoenn and Sinnoh mons spar with each other-

- Goggles is wandering around the Entralink, briefly walking past Luna the Umbreon as he does -

Goggles: (without even taking a second glance at her) <Oh, hi Sol.> (wanders off)

-Luna's reaction to Goggles calling her by the wrong name was to simply stare at him blankly.-

Luna: <...Why does everymon keep calling me that?!>

- DS' Pokémon have been training to prepare themselves for the final battle for a while, and are now taking a break -

HotStuff: <Phew... Well done, guys!>

Velvet: <Thanks, HotStuff. We did our best.>

Sparq: <... I still don't understand how the sleeve to DS' sweater and the X-transceiver didn't like, burn up whenever HotStuff did her Flare Blitz attack...>

HotStuff: (examines the worn items in question, and indeed, they were unharmed) <... Huh.>