17:59. The sun was well on its way down behind the horizon as fireworks and fanfare signaled the second day and triumphant return of the tournament after the mysterious power outage the day before.
In and around the arena, masses of people made their way to the bleachers, placing wagers on winners and enthusiastically talking about yesterday's most exciting bouts. Behind all the smiling faces however, a shadow of doubt and anxiety could be felt. Goldenrod City was a highly advanced capital in one of the most technologically adept countries in the world. A power outage like the one yesterday shouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. Rumors of a terrorist attack ran amok, and were only encouraged further by an increased police presence, and a high concentration of reporters from all over the country.
At a conference room in the North side of the arena, Looker eyed the ten makeshift deputies before he began to relay instructions. Everyone was present, even Ryan, who had been missing in action since that morning. Remy glanced at his region-mate quizically but decided to stay quiet for once and listen to the agent's orders.
"Ah, all ten are present. This is good to observe. To maximize coverage of the area, I shall divide the group into four teams. This way, our eyes and ears shall be everywhere. Your job will be to keep your senses sharp. Would anything of note take place, please contact me with haste."
Walking back and forth a couple of times, Looker glanced over his helpers, as if to asess their strength. He then stopped and continued.
"Well then. With no further ado, the teams shall be thus: Tom, Rupert and Lee. You shall take the West side. Remy, Matt and Savannah shall keep an eye on the South side. Darius and Caleb shall handle the East side of the arena. Ryan shall join you once he is done with his battle. In fact, you should go now Ryan. You wouldn?t want to be late."
"Right. See you lads later then." Ryan said as he nodded at Darius and Caleb, before leaving for his bout.
"Finally, Daria. You shall patrol this, the North side with my partner. Unfortunately, he has not yet arrived, so I am afraid that until this happens, you shall be alone. I would not worry, however. With your strength, this should not pose a problem."
Looker stopped his pacing, turned to the nine remaining Trainer?s and gave his last instructions.
"That?s it. Have a Pokémon out, should you need one quickly. If the security gives you trouble say Looker authorized it. If you are called upon to take part in the tournament, be sure the others have you covered. Now go and do your best!"
Remy slapped Matt in the back and decided it was time to speak up.
"Well, you heard the man! You got your Pokémon all healed up, right kid? So let's get going. The South side is the on farthest from here."
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Outside, a young woman with short, brown hair and piercing blue eyes made her way through the crowd with a Growlithe in tow. She had just arrived from the Hoenn region where she had been held back by some thugs the day before, causing her to miss her slated battle in the tournament.
"Excuse me! Yes you there with the Growlithe!"
The girl was approached by a female reporter and her cameraman, who proceeded to stop her in her tracks.
"Gabby Seong, JohtoTV news. Are you here as a participant or spectator? Miss??"
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Meanwhile, Remy, Matt and Savannah had arrived at their seats. Slightly higher than last time, these seats would give them quite the vantage point over the southern end of the arena.
"Could do with a Flying-type though?" Remy mused, lightly nudging Matt as he did.
"C?mon out Zangoose!" The Premier Ball cracked open to reveal Remy?s #1.
Gooooose. Zangoose!
Zangoose took in his surroundings, shooting a quick glare at Matt, whose Pokémon had taken him out not an hour ago.
"Okay Zangoose. Keep an eye out for any weirdos, okay?"
Zan. Zangoose complied.
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The PA system started playing a familiar tune as the popular announcer pair introduced themselves for a second evening.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome, to yet another exciting day of this, the All Regions Tournament! I'm your host for this evening Terry Brooking. And with me tonight is commentator and former Battle Frontier champion Andy Madden, how are you Andy?
I'm fine Terry, thank you. Yesterday's incident gave me quite the jump but I'm sure that's all behind us. I'm just pumped to see what great matches we have lined up tonight.
Indeed. On behalf of the National Pokémon Trainers Association and JohtoTV, I would like to once again apologize for yesterday's inconvenience and assure everyone here and at home, that it will not be happening again. Now, without further ado, let us get ready for the last qualifying match that had to be skipped due to our blackout.
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Up in the highest point of the stadium, two men looked down at the stadium. One of them, a young man with a violent expression, neck length black hair shaved at the sides and wearing a black tracksuit with golden highlights spoke.
"Huh, they really stuck to their guns, just like
Aniki said. What a bunch of tools. Can't wait for the signal so me and Ringstar can smash some faces."
The other man, dressed in a black suit with the white shirt underneath opened halfway, was clean cut and had an empty smile on his face and narrow, sharp eyes. He chuckled and answered.
"Heheheh.
Aniki this,
Aniki that. Who gives a shit? I'm just here to have some fun, crush some dreams, maybe even kill something. You know? Fun. I'll leave the ass kissing to you, Pussycat."
The tracksuit clad man shot a glare at the smiling one and said.
"Watch your mouth, you fox-faced little prick. Just make sure to leave some alive for the
process, will ya? Until that creepy bastard can come up with a new formula, our rank and file guys burn through 'em like 3 a month."
"Whatever you say. I got South, right? So you stay here."
"Right. Remember the signal."
"Phah. As if I could forget!"
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SO! IN THE RED CORNER. FROM SOLACEON TOWN, SINNOH, RYAN OLIVER!
AND IN THE BLUE CORNER. FROM FUSCHIA CITY, KANTO, JEREMY MOORE!
The crowd burst into a deafening cheer as the first two battlers of the night walked onto the battle area. Jeremy was clearly the crowd favorite, his revolutionary breeding technique having brought him worldwide renown despite his young age. The stoic man stared at his opponent and his Pokémon companion disdainfully.
"Hmph. What irony for them to pit me against some backwoods hick with no idea how to breed a proper fighter. This will be over in seconds... Go, Gloom!"
Gloooooooomm!
"Your move."