ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Sounds fine, Tracer. Obviously you can call back here if you need anything... the phones should actually reach someone now.

"Hmm... Perhaps it would be for the best if I left some Pokemon to help you... If temporarily, Tangent... You sound like you need all of the help you can get..."

<Buster: "Wait... So who's going, then?">

<Kit: "I should probably come, Tracer. I'm not sure if I explained what was going on to Chain of Spades well enough when I met her...">

<Nathan: "I should come too, Tracer. Odds are that this Teala Druddigon that you know is from Dragonspiral Tower.">

"She is. Or at least she was in the timeline that I met her in..."

<Nathan: "So I should probably come along...">

<Buster: "You're just saying that because you want to meet that blue Mienfoo again...">

<Nathan: "HEY! He's not the only reason why I want to go back!">

<Kyle: "You're probably going to need another flyer... I don't think that Nadia's going to be able to carry everyone...">

<Guy: "I can come too! I'm totally looking forward to seeing some new faces!">

<Mike: "Yeah. I could use a chance to get to spar with some other Pokemon... Practice makes perfect, you know.">

<Kit: "Just don't get carried away like you did with the Umber Tribe back home. You have no idea how upset they were after you beat up those three patrols of theirs...">

<Kammy: "I guess I'll come too, Tracer. I want to get to meet these other teammates of yours...">

"Hmm... So that would leave you with Vesta, Zoe, Aloysius, Buster, Leana, and Pascal for now, Tangent... Is that fine?"

Any help is good help, at this stage. They'll be just fine!

So... do you have a route in mind?

-Drake goes around to one of the windows and knocks on it-

Drake: <Quite sturdy.> -Looks at the edges- <Alarmed too. I'll have to see if that shopkeeper has anything that could get past this.> -Heads off back to town-

Probably my last post for the night if I don't have a post from Fool or someone else with a character in Undella. Unless I decide to do a flashback.

"It's rather late... I'll probably set out in the mor-"

<Nathan: "Actually... You might have a bit of a more direct route...">

-Takes Iron Marrow's portal gun, which is lying disused and creates a pair of portals-

<Nathan: "I don't know how it happened, but we wound up being able to come here through a tunnel that led to opened out to the portals that this device was making...">

<Shaun: "OH! That will take us to that Cubone tribe in Sinnoh!">

<Pascal: "Yeah, man... That's how we met all of those Pokemon...">

"Hmm... Looks like the best route is the direct route... I'll be heading to this tribe in Sinnoh for the night... And hopefully will be able to pick a place to look for one of my Pokemon in the morning..."

-A thought hits my mind-

"... You wouldn't happen to have Conversion Gel in aerosol cans, would you?"

edited 6th Aug '11 10:55:06 PM by TracerBullet

Hmm... I think I could find something portable to deliver it with, at least.

Deep in the bowels of the network:

I couldn't resist. Don't take this as plot-important.

-A short time later, after receiving some conversion gel and a delivery system-

"Thank you for your help, Tangent. I'll be meeting you here again soon..."

-Enters the portal and space tunnels with Kyle, Nathan, Guy, Kammy, Kit, Mike, my 3 OT mons, and Iron Marrow and sets off for the Sinnoh tribe's main dwellings-

Good night, and see you all in a week.

-Takes several containers of Conversion Gel and places them in his backpack before going to sleep on one of the couches-

-Drake returns to the villa, the shopkeeper turns out doesn't have anything that can be used to cut glass. At least, not without a permit. He examines the outside again and decides to knock again-

Drake: ~Cough~ Hello? Anyone home?

edited 7th Aug '11 1:10:25 AM by Pentigan

In Undella Town

-Napoleon looks outside the window-

<Napoleon>: <So she sent two battalions around both entrances and exits to Undella Town...>

-Napoleon gwaffs-

<Napoleon>: <And she thinks that would stop me!? Hah! This girl is so pathetic she's not even worth the energy to kill!>

-Napoleon paces around the room-

<Napoleon>: <But I won't harm her until she's right in arms breath... She can't attack another general, especially not Scolipede and Liepard's personal propagandist!>

-Napoleon goes back to playing the Harpsichord, not noticing the unfamiliar boy who just walked out of the Pokemon Center-

In the Tunnels

-Satine, Cuddlekins and Stella end up in the Mega tunnel-

{Satine}: {...Come...}

-Satine floats to the end where the Mega Tunnel splits into two different tunnels-

{Satine}: {...Here is where we part ways... Take the right tunnel.... You will be safe once you reach your destination...}

-Stella and Cuddlekins exchange glances before nodding-

^Cuddlekins^:^Thank you for helping us.^

{Satine}: {...It is my duty...Farewell...}

-The Chandelure floats away, leaving Cuddlekins as the sole producer of light in the cave-

.+Stella+: +You heard the creepy Chandelure, let's head down this here tunnel+

-Stella and Cuddlekins head down the Entralink Tunnel-

Back in Undella

-The door to the villa opens, but no figure is seen opening it-

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-Drake carefully steps through the door-

Altair: <I'm not liking this, you might just get us killed...>

Drake: <Quiet, I'm trying to sneak.>

-Drake sneaks down a hallway, trying to figure out where someone would keep either prisoners or an obvious trap-

At Undella

-Shadows are seen slinking around the house, but no psychical body is seen. Music is heard from Lounge Room-

Drake: <Music... I told you there was someone here.> -Quietly approaches the entryway to the Lounge Room-

Altair: -Completely silent, but in a state of being ready to strike at any moment-

-Napoleon is playing "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" on the Harpsichord, the sound of the Harpsichord gives the song are more "spooky" or "Medieval" tone, Napoleon is too rapt in his music to notice Drake-

-Drake notes the Emboar playing, quietly he sneaks over to a chair and sits-

Altair: -Trying to remain as quiet as possible- <What are you doing? I don't think this is the time to have a rest.>

Drake: <It's possible that he may be the mon we are looking for, the least we can do is take a moment to appreciate his work before we begin asking.>

-Napoleon knows that Drake is behind him and speaks in a low and calm yet somewhat threatening manner. He still plays while he is talking-

<Napoleon>: <Now who are you, and what do you want? I can tell from your accent that your Hoennese like my previous co-worker, so there's no need for introductions... Yet your voice has a Monese twinge to it. Care to explain to this old pig?>

-Napoleon continues playing-

-Drake lets his voice slip into a more natural language-

Drake: <I'm a little bit different, as this language I speak may prove. I am from the land of Hoenn yes. I am Drake Palmer, and while it was a humani who raised me I would say I have an... Affinity with the dragon type.> -Chuckles- <One could even say that I'm a bit more dragon than man. But I doubt that is much of your concern. I've come on the advice of a little worm who thought he could masquerade as a messenger.>

<Napoleon>: <Your voice has a Dragon's Cackle to it... how bizarre>

-Napoleon starts playing the bridge-

<Napoleon>: <Who sent you here? And what for? And why would I have to come into the picture? Riddle my ears with your answers youth.>

-Napoleon is still playing-

Drake: <Some little creature thought he could pretend to be a messenger. I questioned him and he pointed me towards here. No names, no descriptions, just "The biggest house in Undella". And at this point I'm either expecting someone hostile or a trap.> -Altair stays close, in case anything approaches from the doorways- <It seems a little strange however, that your door is unlocked. And that you have many, many rooms, if I was to hazard a guess, more than any one mon would need. So I guess I should ask a question now, who was your previous co-worker and how exactly are they now "previous"?>

<Napoleon>: <Why would anyone send you here? This place has been unhappy and lifeless since the takeover two years ago>

-Napoleon finishes his song and raises his voice to it's normal level-

<Napoleon>: <As for the door, I can answer that. It was one of my "butlers" so to speak, probably Matchsticks. Howsoever, all those years of being cooped up in a dimly lit room have given them a neophytic nature. So they flee the light as soon as the can..>

-Napoleon starts pacing around the room-

<Napoleon>: <But I assume the question you want answered most is about my co-worker. Isn't it...>

-Napoleon moves back to the Harpsichord and turns the sheet music to a new page-

<Napoleon>: <Ah... The Ace of Swords...>

-Napoleon starts playing the song on the Harpsichord, his voice bouncing back to the calm and yet threatening voice he used before-

<Napoleon>: <Now my Co-Worker was a Hoennese girl. Named Sol, full name Solana Malkewitz. She was my co-hard for two years and our dissolution of our partnership was only recent. The reason for our break-up was what I found out about her...>

-Napoleon hits the bridge of the song-

<Napoleon>: <That she was a murderous baroness.>

Yes, that is Fool's full name

edited 7th Aug '11 3:22:38 AM by PippingFool

- At the Entralink -

- Goggles is trying to find potential uses for some of the random supplies they were able to bring with them out of the Battle Subway when they evacuated, Whimsicott and Emolga are helping him with this -

Goggles: (examining the feather duster) <Hmm... What do you think?>

Emolga: <... Probably not much of a weapon.>

Goggles: <You sure? I mean, look at it! With this thing... We could tickle the bad guys until they would surrender just to make it stop!>

Whimsicott: <... What if the bad guy isn't ticklish?>

Goggles: <Hmm... Good point...>

Chase: (hops over) <Leader!>

Goggles: <Oh, hello Unfeazent! How is everyone doing?>

Chase: <I believe things are going better, at least a little. We have managed to organize the various supplies and we're giving the refugees from Pinwheel Forest all the help we can give.>

Goggles: <Oh, that's good. Keep up the good work!>

Chase: (nods) <Of course, leader.>

-Drake breathes out as the music changes-

Drake: <As I said, no name, no description. At one point I considered the possibilty that this the messenger's attempt at a type of wild Zangoose chase. But now that I'm here that mindset bears little on what I'm hearing now.> -Altair is quite tense, but is remaining silent, he glances at Drake- <This may be a strange question, but if you had one chance, a single chance, to either destroy or rule this pitiful world, would you take it and would you destroy it or rule it?>

Unfortunatly, it is now that I must rest. We shall continue the verbal chess tommorow.

At Undella

<Napoleon>: <I found out in recent times that the death of people and Pokemon, both young and old. We're slain by her directly or indirectly, this was amplified when I witnessed her murder and young boy and his Pokemon. I lost it when she killed four innocent Pokemon that have been working for her in the last 2 years...>

-Napoleon is still tapping the keys on the Harpsichord. What sound like growls of anger emerge from all parts of the mansion-

<Napoleon>: <I could not take any more of her wickedness...So I did the right thing, I chased her off and I sentenced two of her partners in crime to death. One of them who I once though was a good friend of mine...I then proceeded to free the Pokemon who were imprisoned in the "Midori Room". They became my ever-so-faithful co-workers and butlers in her malicious place>

-Napoleon playing the Harpsichord. A howl of approval rings throughout the house-

<Napoleon>: <Does that answer your question?>

-Napoleon hears what Drake has said and answers back-

<Napoleon>: <If I had to take a choice, young lad, It would be to rule. Why would I want to destroy the land I cherish most?>

-Napoleon continues to play the Harpsichord-

At the Entralink

-A rustling is heard in the bushes-

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- At the Entralink, the two Yamask hear the rustling in the bushes -

Yamask 1: <...?>

Yamask 2: <... Is someone there?>

-A battered Houndoom, Skarmory emerge from the bushes. Their beaten, bruised and unconscious owner lying on the Houndoom's back-

^Cuddlekins^: ^Please, help us...^

.+Stella+: +We've been running from him and them non-stop for days now! We need sanctuary!+

^Cuddlekins^: ^Is there a place where we can drop off our master into the hands of Medics?^