The Road to Indigo (Pokemon RP (Closed): Chapter 7: Dead Living On The Radio...)

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Rochelle, too, was interested in the option of battling. As a result she followed some of the others down to the ballroom after giving the rest of her friends a brief wave. However, she walked somewhat slower than the other Trainer, taking in the sights of the S.S. Anne. It was a fantastic thing to see, and she wished she'd brought a camera to take some photos. The decorations, the people, the layout of the ship...

Rochelle's looking around was interrupted by a hand lightly tapping her on the shoulder. She spun around to find a well-dressed senior citizen standing there, sporting a top hat, walking cane in one hand and a thick grey mustache on his upper lip. He stood straight and tall, with not a single thing out of place about his posture. "I say, you wouldn't happen to be on your way to the ballroom, would you?" he asked, a thick accent present in his cheerful voice. "You see, if that is the case, you and I have the same goal."

The younger Trainer noticed the stylised Poké Ball worked into the man's cane. It was the same size as the ones she kept on her belt. Could it be a functional ball, built into the cane as an easy-to-access Pokémon? "Yes, I am. I'm eager to see what other people are capable of, and how I and my Pokémon measure up against them in battle," she answered.

"I see... And how many Gym Badges do you possess, young miss?" the suited man asked. When Rochelle gave her answer of just one, expecting a derisive laugh, she was surprised to hear some advice from him. "Ah! So you are eager to prove yourself, then, only just starting out on your journey as a Trainer. Perhaps I may be of some help to your intentions." He paused momentarily. "Whoops! How rude of me! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Clive M. Prescott, hailing from Blackthorn City. Despite my age, I am still a dab hand at the old battling game."

"You're from Johto too? I'm from Goldenrod; my name is Rochelle Sanders," Rochelle introduced herself in turn. "You are more or less correct in that I'm fairly new to this. I've only been a proper Trainer for just under a week now."

As Clive began to answer, the two fell in step side by side, heading for the ballroom at equal pace. "Ah. So you are in the middle of assembling a team, challenging the Gyms... maybe someday taking on the Elite Four themselves? A capital idea, Miss Sanders, capital indeed. I have to ask, though: is Samuel Oak still running around? Last I heard he had settled down as a Pokémon Professor... If true, I do hope he's gotten his act together."

Rochelle grimaced at her memory of Oak, back in Pallet Town. The old Professor was in no fit state to continue his past work of instructing new Trainers and giving them their Pokédexes. "It's true, Oak is in fact a Professor... though to be honest I doubt he will be allowed to continue for much longer. When I met him to collect my Pokédex... he wasn't all there, I think the best phrase is."

Clive chuckled at her comment. "Samuel has never really been 'all there' as you put it. I may be six years his junior, but I feel that one can only truly respect one's elders for so long. Would you agree?"

Rochelle let out a quiet "hmm" at that. Respect was something to be earned rather than forced through authority or tradition. She treated her Pokémon as equals for just that reason.

The two continued to discuss Pokémon as they neared the open ballroom doors, covering topics such as the Johto Gym Leaders to the journey ahead of Rochelle. It turned out that Clive's own attempt at the Pokémon Gym challenge, many years ago, had been met with success, though he had never tried to challenge the Elite Four back then. The Pokémon Gyms of the Johto region had been different from their current versions: old Leaders retired and passed their title on to their descendants, or new people came along and took over, redecorating to suit their preferred Pokémon types and choices.

Upon entering the ballroom, Rochelle's jaw dropped. The place was stunning, putting all she had seen previously to shame. She was glad that she had dressed up for the occasion. The golden walls, the Pokémon carvings on the ceiling... the sheer grandeur of it was spectacular.

"Well, let's not just stand here with gormless expressions, Miss Sanders. The arenas will be occupied if we don't hustle on in there," Clive commented, laughing a little at Rochelle's reaction to the layout of the room. The younger Trainer pulled herself together. She did want to battle, of course. "Right, yes, let's go," she said as she led the way towards the closest arena.

As the two neared a ring, one dejected-looking Trainer was clambering down the stairs, while another stood triumphant at the opposite end. He looked to the crowds nearby and cried, "Is there no-one among you that can stand against me and my Sudowoodo?" The guy looked like he was in his early teens, probably hopped up on a string of victories judging by his confidence. Rochelle quickly pulled out her Pokédex to examine the Pokémon standing with him:

Code:
Sudowoodo. Imitation Pokémon.
Height: 3'11". / 1.2 m. Weight: 83.8 lbs. / 38.0 kg.
[color=#3399FF]Type: Rock[/color]

Description: To avoid being attacked, it does nothing but mimic a tree. It hates water and flees from rain.

"Is there no-one at all?" the kid called out again. A smile set itself on Rochelle's face as she recalled one of the basic type advantages: 'Water beats Rock.' No-one else seemed to be interested in actually battling the guy, instead preferring to watch. So Rochelle spoke up: "I challenge you."

"Capital idea! Show this young chap how it's done!" Clive encouraged. The crowd broke up a little to let Rochelle make her way to the stairs, and she did so, her new acquaintance right behind her. Kirsten's Poké Ball in hand, Rochelle entered the ring to stand opposite the overconfident Trainer. "How do we want to do this? One on one?" she asked.

"Works for me," the guy answered before the referee began to speak. "The trainers agree to a one-on-one match! Trainers may not switch their Pokémon during battle! Send out your Pokémon!"

Rochelle's opponent looked down to the Sudowoodo, who nodded and bounded forward, briefly resembling a tree before it raised its arms in a fighting stance. Rochelle's smile turned into a small smirk as she released Kirsten from her Poké Ball. The Horsea bounced into the arena, recognising the familiar signs of a battle. The guy flinched visibly: he knew his Pokémon's disadvantages.

No sooner had the referee cried, "Let the battle begin!" than both Trainers sprang into action. "Kirsten, BubbleBeam!" she commanded at the same time as her opponent yelled, "Sudowoodo, use Low Kick!". Kirsten immediately began to fire a large spray of bubbles from her mouth; they were shot with enough force to propel them towards the Sudowoodo, who was running towards her. As the Rock-type moved into a slide with one foot extended, the bubbles began to impact and burst against its skin.

Despite the Water-type attack causing some visible damage to the opposing Pokémon, it continued its slide. Of her own accord, Kirsten bounced out of the way and let rip with a Water Gun to the Sudowoodo's face once it got up from its failed attack. Under the pressure of the water hitting it, it began to flail around wildly, quickly ending up on its back.

"Come on, Sudowoodo, get up..." the guy pleaded, biting a fingernail anxiously. When the Sudowoodo didn't move to get up, the referee declared the battle over. "Sudowoodo cannot continue! Victory to the challenger!" Applause and cheering broke out from the spectators, accompanied by Clive calling to Rochelle. "Most excellently done, Miss Sanders! Excellently done!"

After recalling their Pokémon, both Trainers stepped down from their sides of the arena. It was then that Clive gave her an interesting proposition. "Say, Miss Sanders... now that I've seen your skills for myself, would you care to face me in a battle?" Rochelle quickly agreed, and the pair returned to the stage.

"Another one-on-one match?" Clive suggested. "Make it two on two," was Rochelle's response, eager to give her other Pokémon a go. "I say, I've been holding onto a couple that my granddaughter bred. They're fairly young, as I've been raising them from Eggs which she gave me, but they shouldn't have much of a problem against your team. Let's go!" Clive raised his walking cane: sure enough, the stylised Poké Ball opened, and a purple bat-like Pokémon appeared in a burst of light. "Gligar!" It stuck a large tongue out at Rochelle as it walked around the arena, earning raised eyebrows from the Trainer.

Out came Rochelle's Pokédex a second time.

Code:
Gligar. FlyScorpion Pokémon.
Height: 3'07" / 1.1 m. Weight: 149.2 lbs. / 64.8 kg.
[color=#3399FF]Type: Ground/Flying[/color]

Description: It glides instead of flapping its membranous wings. It startles foes by clamping on their faces, then jabs with its poison stinger.

[color=oran]Gligar evolves into Gliscor though use of a Razor Fang.[/color]

"Interesting... I think Phoenix will be suited to a battle like this," Rochelle thought aloud as the released the Spearow from his Poké Ball. The small bird hopped straight into the arena to get ready to battle.

"And your second Pokémon?" the referee asked. Rochelle answered by releasing Natalya to join Phoenix, earning a raised eyebrow of surprise from her opponent. The Murkrow and Spearow stood side by side as if they were a natural pair. Clive's second was a red insectoid Pokémon.

Code:
Yanma. Clear Wing Pokémon.
Height: 3'11" / 1.2 m. Weight: 83.8 lbs. / 38.0 kg.
[color=#3399FF]Type: Bug/Flying[/color]

Description: Its eyes can see 360 degrees without moving its head. It won't miss prey, even those behind it.

"Round One: Spearow versus Yanma!" the referee called out. Both Trainers called their respective Pokémon back, each standing beside their owners while the others remained in the center of the arena. When the referee told them to begin, both Pokémon leaped into the air immediately. Rochelle was a little worried about this match-up, since the Bug-type had the advantage of both size and weight.

"Joseph, Double Team, please," Clive instructed his Pokémon. The Yanma began to quickly flit around the arena, faster than Phoenix could keep up. As it flew, it began to glow, and identical Yanma began to appear in the wake of the original, all flying at the same height. There were now three Yanma buzzing around the place. Confused as to which was the original, Phoenix landed on the ground. Seeing this, Clive chuckled. "Aha. Riddle me this, Miss Sanders: how can you hit he whom you cannot place?"

The gears in Rochelle's mind began turning. Double Team created illusions, identical copies of the user. She needed some way to counteract its effects, or identify the real Yanma. A move like Foresight would be good here, but she didn't have anyone with that kind of technique. So she tried a different tack. "Phoenix, trust me on this. Use a Leer on all of them, and be ready to attack when I say," she suggested. She was guessing that the illusion Yanma would not be affected by the intimidation tactic, quickly finding the real one once it reacted.

A glint appeared in Phoenix's eyes as they narrowed, and the little bird cast his gaze upon each of the copies. Rochelle had guessed correctly: none of them reacted except one. The Yanma blinked. That was all that she needed to decide. "Now, Phoenix! Use Peck!" Phoenix took to the air with a quick burst of flapping wings, aiming for the one who had shown a weakness. The Yanma tried to move out of the way, but Phoenix was too fast, his beak connecting squarely with the red body of the Bug-type.

As the Yanma began a descent, Phoenix swooped in and caught the bigger Pokémon in his talons. A bold move, Rochelle thought, given the difference in size. Phoenix drove the bigger Pokémon into the ground with much more force than it would have used itself. He didn't let go, however, ready to deliver another powerful Peck if it tried to resist.

"A clever strategy," Clive conceded. "I must say, I did not expect such a defeat so quickly. I approve of your tutors, whomever they may be. Joseph, return." Clive recalled his Pokémon, sucking it back into its ball and slipping the ball into a pocket. It occurred to Rochelle that he cared about his Pokémon, and knew when leaving one in a battle was not the best thing to do.

"Round Two: Murkrow versus Gligar!" the referee called out again. Rochelle took a moment to call Phoenix back to her before sending out Natalya: the Spearow landed on her outstretched arm and received a scratch behind his head for his efforts. "You did good out there, little guy. Nice work," Rochelle praised.

"Row!" Phoenix chirped happily before hopping up to Rochelle's shoulder to watch the second round. Natalya took to the floor, picking at a feather before locking eyes with the unfamiliar Pokémon. The Gligar poked its tongue out between its large fangs again, giggling a mischievous giggle before it stepped up to face Natalya. The battle began with Natalya taking to the air. Since Clive's Pokémon had a preference for gliding, according to Rochelle's Pokédex, she was of the mind that it would have difficulty getting off the ground.

Her theory was quickly proven wrong, however, with Clive's initial command. "Eva, hit her with a Quick Attack." The purple Ground-type bent her short legs and sprang upwards with surprising speed and strength. The head-on attack connected, knocking Natalya down a short way before she recovered herself and stayed in the air. Now airborne herself, the Gligar commenced a wide arc of gliding.

"Natalya, go for a Wing Attack!" Rochelle told the dark-feathered bird. Natalya complied, swooping up to a greater height before taking a downward approach to her target. Rochelle waited for the attack to connect...

"Now, Eva, just like we practiced!" Clive quickly interjected. As Natalya's flight brought her closer in, the Gligar flipped over in mid-air and extended her wings out as far as they could go. Before Natalya could alter her course, she collided with Eva, who latched onto the Murkrow and wrapped her wings around the bird's head and neck. No longer capable of flight, the two became dead weight in mid-air... and came crashing down to the arena floor.

Clive and his Gligar must have had some strategy that Rochelle hadn't counted on, because the two Pokémon rolled over in mid-air as they fell. Natalya ended up between a rock and a hard place: the arena floor and the heavy Pokémon on top of her. Under the weight, Natalya struggled to get loose, but Eva was hanging on tightly. She jabbed Natalya with her stinger once, earning a loud squawk of pain from the Murkrow.

Rochelle knew when she was beaten. She called Natalya back to her Poké Ball, a little disappointed in the loss, but she took comfort in the fact that it hadn't been a complete trouncing. At the referee's question of a tiebreaker match, Rochelle looked to Clive for the decision.

"No, I think that will suffice, my good man. Thank you." Content with the draw, both Trainers departed the arena to applause from the stands, and quickly met up a short distance from the arena. "That was a clever strategy you had with the Gligar. Bait the opposing flyer into taking to the air, then send them crashing down," Rochelle commented. "I've often considered developing tactics outside of the usual techniques of which Pokémon are capable."

"Hm, yes. It is quite a good tactic. Though only useful against Flying-types. If I may change the topic, though, I could not help but notice the presence of a Murkrow on your team. My grand-daughter back in Johto is a breeder, as I mentioned. Young Libby has been looking for a Dark-type to expand her collection, but found none herself. May I ask where you caught yours?"

"That would be Viridian Forest, back before I and my friends entered Pewter City," Rochelle answered.

"Hmm. Such a place is marginally difficult for her to explore. The distance is problematic," Clive mused as they began walking to the healing station set up nearby. The two fell silent for a few moments, during which time Clive appeared to be thinking something over. Eventually, he spoke up again. "I say, Miss Sanders, I have had a thought. This question may be difficult for you to answer, but would you be open to an exchange of Pokémon?"

"An exchange... you mean trading? I can guess which of my team you're after. I don't know..." Rochelle mused. That Gligar of his would be an excellent help against Lieutenant Surge, being a Ground-type and thus immune to electricity. Perhaps some of the others could help out with Clive's offer of a trade, maybe provide a little information before she chose to commit to an exchange.
 

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The prospect of a spread out buffet was very tempting indeed, but Jordan had made his mind up. He was going to catch a Water Pokemon come hell or high water. As the group split up and went their separate ways, he went towards the back of the boat.

[hr]

"Hello and welcome to the Sport Fishing section of the boat!" This kind of welcome was quite unexpected from the burly man manning the booth near the door. "My name is Marlon, and I'm the attendant for the fishing section of the ship!"

"Uh, hi...Marlon," Jordan said tentatively.

"We have a fine selection of rods for you to use, including a pair of hand-crafted mahogany rods from Ecruteak!"

"Uh, I just want one that will like, catch me a good Water Pokemon. Can you pick one that will do that?"

"Of course!" Marlon turned behind him to the rack of rods on the wall. He looked at them for a few seconds before picking a silvery rod to his right. "This should get what you're looking for. This is the Mach Rod X-3, Rydel just came out with it last year, since they're trying to branch into other sporting goods. The same kind of quality construction that goes into the bikes, goes into the rod. It's lightweight, flexible, and if need be, you can use it like a pogo stick and hop around on it."

"O.....K, fine, that'll work."

"Now would you like to try one of our gourmet baits? We have some delectable choices here for a reasonable price. This is a lovely Miltank cheese based selection with hints of tarragon and-"

"You know what bro, I got something I'm gonna try. If it like, doesn't work, I'll be back in, k?"

"But of course. I'll be here." Marlon handed Jordan the metal rod and pressed a button, opening the doors to the open area in the back where a few passengers were already casting their lines into the water with the Vermillion skyline getting smaller in view. Jordan took an open stool and once settled in, he took the hook off the rod and popped one of his leftover jerky bites from earlier onto it. He cast the line hopefully into the ocean waters, looking for something good to happen.

[hr]

Jean-Simon maintained his position in the bridge of the ship, right behind the helmsman. He had to, since it was the only way to make sure that the helmsman did what he was told. Guns are very helpful in that regard.

"Magnifique," he commented to himself. "A bumper crop of trainers aboard ze ship. Zis is going perfectly to plan." He prodded the crew member in the back with his pistol. "Keep it steady at zis speed. Once we reach ze Cylcing Road Bridge, turn around and reduce your speed in half."

"Why are you doing this? This was meant to be a pleasure cruise of celebration!" The helmsman cried out.

Jean-Simon lifted his arm and smashed his pistol into the side of helmsman's face, knocking out a couple of his teeth. "And yet we 'ave made eet into something much more eemportant. Eef you question it again, I shall keep making 'oles in your mouth."

"But did you have to keep the Captain locked in his cabin? He gets so seasick! His room must be coated by now!"

"Eet is none of my concern, or yours for now. Just keep driving ze ship."
 

socialtangent

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This place is nice...

The S.S. Anne was every bit as elegant as its appearance suggested. Tyler felt rather under-dressed for the occasion, only clad his jeans and a t-shirt bearing an image of a tuxedo. Not the classiest getup, but it was the best he could do on a limited budget. His faux-tuxedo earned him a few bewildered and amused glances as he followed the considerably better dressed crowd onto the ship.

According to the announcement, there were fishing spots at the port side. Back in his scouting days, Tyler had gone fishing in the lakes south of Saffron. He never had much success beyond catching Magikarp, but it was a lot of fun. It was worth giving a shot, and if anything else, he would have a nice view of the ocean. After reading a few signs, he gleaned which way "port" was and started walking.

It took Tyler a little while - and some bumps and quiet apologies - to walk through the crowd of partygoers to get to the port side. He came across a booth, manned by a rather large man, who enthusiastically greeted him.

"Hello and welcome to the Sport Fishing section of the boat! My name is Marlon, and I'm the attendant." He gestured to the wall of rods behind him. "You don't seem to have a rod on you, so why don't you pick from our fine selection of premium sporting rods?"

"Uh..." Tyler took a second to come up with a reply. "...a rod is a rod to me. It's been a while since I've fished, so, uh, what's a rod that's easy to use?"

Marlon turned around and examined the wall. He reached up, pulled one down, and presented it to Tyler.

"You can't go wrong with a Model 6 Great Rod," he said proudly. "Same good 'ol fashioned design, but renovated to keep up with the new kids on the fishing block."

Tyler accepted the rod and looked at it approvingly. A nice wooden finish with sturdy metal parts. It was definitely nice to look at. Hopefully it would be good enough. "Okay, thanks..."

"Now, do you want to see our selection of gourmet bait?"

Gourmet usually meant expensive, which was a no-go for Tyler. "Uh...I'm okay for now. Thanks, anyway."

"Think nothing of it, my good sir," Marlon replied as he hit a button. A door opened, revealing the open portside of the S.S. Anne. "Good hunting. Just don't fall overboard," he said with a hearty chuckle.

"I'll be careful, then."

Tyler walked out and took a deep breath of crisp ocean air. The evening was pleasantly warm, with the skyline of Vermilion looming in the distance. A very nice view for a nice night. Along the railing on the far end, people sat on stools with fishing poles in their hands, trying their luck to catch a new Pokemon. One of them happened to be Jordan. Given his affinity for water Pokemon, it was probably a natural choice for him to be here. Tyler decided to take an open stool near him.

He nodded in recognition. "Nice out, isn't it?" he asked Jordan as he reached into his backpack. He couldn't buy the "gourmet" bait, but he could at least use some Pokemon food as bait. 'Should work well enough', he thought. Impaling the brown cube onto the hook, he cast the line into the sea. Hopefully he'd be lucky.
 

NeoAC

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Jordan tossed a look behind him to see who was talking, pleased to see at least one of his group had come out with him. "Yeah bro," he agreed with Tyler's comment. "This is, like really sweet out here."

He reeled in his line, but in a continuing trend, there was nothing on it, not even his bait. "Dude! Like, I don't get it! That's like four in a row I've lost. I don't know if like the ocean is knocking my bait off, or what bro, but it's like not getting me anything." He took out another jerky ball and jammed it onto the hook, trying to get it on there good and tight before sending out his line again. "I dunno, maybe I will have to shell out for that dudes fancy stuff."

[hr]

Down below the waves, the latest of Jordan's jerky bites was floating down into the depths of the ocean, to join the collection of detritus on the sea floor.

Oh so it would have if not for a shadowy blur coming out of nowhere to pluck the bite in mid-fall, continuing it's path following the massive craft that was now providing it free morsels of spicy food.
 

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?That almost sounded sincere, so I think I?ll choose to join you. Well that and I?d rather not have you rip my shoulder out of its socket with a sudden jerk,? Callum replied to Eileen as they started to walk towards the buffet. She implies fault to how I battle, insults me, drags me alone to her trade where she pawns off her Exeggcute who saved her ass, and then threatens to drag me again. I?d run away, but I can?t wait to see what karma?s got in store for her.

?Although I didn?t say this at the time, trading away your Exeggcute was pretty ruthless. I told you that you have to start forming better relationships with your Pokémon. Trading them against their will is definitely the opposite direction of what I intended you to do,? Callum said while rolling the shoulder on the arm that Eileen had previously dragged him with.

Just as Eileen was about to respond to his comments on her actions, a large group of party goers rushed past them. Caught in the rush Eileen and Callum were separated for a moment before Callum reached through the crowd of people and grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to himself. Using his body as a shield he pushed them through the blitz of guests and into the banquet hall where the crowd thinned out.

The room itself was large open and spacious. There were at least twenty glistening, crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling over top of numerous rows of long tables covered in more dishes than Callum had even known existed. Beyond the Buffet tables were large round dining tables. Each table was covered in a snow white tablecloth, pristine Sinnoh plates, Charmeleon blow wine glasses, and pure silver cutlery. At the center of each table was a crystal vase, that matched the chandeliers, filled with an assortment of beautiful flowers from throughout Johto and Kanto.

Callum had never seen such a high class place in his life. An odd feeling in his stomach grew, as if he felt like he should be dressed better for a place like this. It took a second but Callum realized that he was still holding onto Eileen?s arm; he quickly let go. ?Sorry, were you about to say something??
 

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"I was about to say how rude those people were, but we're past that now. Have to be careful with all these people around I suppose. Thanks," Eileen added after they were safely inside of the banquet hall. The decor was certainly impressive to Eileen, but she had been to many parties so the stunning quality seemed common to her. All the different sorts of food were quite amazing though, and as Eileen went into the line (motioning for Callum to follow) she replied, "As for that whole trade thing; I don't see a problem with it. Ari will make that girl happier than he'd probably make me. It'll be good for him to travel too. I did like him a lot, but he had only been my Pokemon for a few days so it wasn't that bad trading him. Emotional attachment had yet to really set in, though I did like him greatly. He wasn't much of a battler either, so a life with that young lass will suit him well. It was a fair trade as well. Plus, I get a very strong and useful Pokemon out of it."

As the line moved on, Eileen grabbed two plates for her and Callum. She handed him his and started to recommend things to try. "You can never go wrong with anything drizzled with Combee honey. That stuff is amazing. Oh definitely try the Chansey eggs with Bluk berry juice," she told him, her mind completely off of her recent trade and onto the food she was gathering up on her plate.

Once her plate was as full of food as it could be she stepped out of line and started to look around for a table to find. "I'll get us a table, you can find me once you get your food," she told Callum, making her way to a vacant table. Once she was settled down at it she brought out Cleo, telling her Pokemon it was time for her to 'collect' things. "There is some room in my bag, so just start putting things inside of there. If it is too big just place on the table next to me. Take something to eat before you go, and don't get anything from the other group members," Eileen reminded, giving Cleo a Persim berry bar before letting her go into the crowds.
 

Pm0n3y

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This crowd was big. Much bigger than Charles Delacroix anticipated. But then again, when one gives out free passes to a luxury cruise liner, one should hope to expect a huge turnout. This caused the young trainer to let out a bit of a sigh, as he found himself surrounded by trainers of all shapes and sizes. All of which seemed to be invading his personal space. However, once the large ship began it's anniversary voyage, the crowd began to shrink, everyone anxious to migrate into the lower levels and battle amongst one another. Charlie thought of joining them momentarily (along with grabbing a bite to eat; his stomach was rumbling before he realized it), but he just wanted to catch his breath and gather his bearings for the time being.

After a bit of wandering, Charlie managed to find a plush seat along the upper deck, thankfully unoccupied due to the previous inhabitants longing to battle. Plopping down with a heavy yet satisfied sigh, Charlie set his heavy black duffel bag down beside him before playing around with the four Pokeballs attached to his belt. Detaching one of the balls, it had a simple 'Q' drawn on it. The ball then opened, a flash of white light appearing in Charlie's lap. As the ball closed, the light vanished, and a small Cyndaquil replaced it. Charlie couldn't help but smile sincerely as his young Pokemon sniffed at the sea air with its long snout.

"We're aboard the SS Anne Quinn, a very famous cruise ship. You're not gonna get all seasick on me, are ya?" He asked, the flames on its back extinguishing.

"Cyn cyn..." The Pokemon replied quietly, shaking it's head. Charlie smiled in return.

"Heheh, good girl. No need to be shy here Quinn, i'm sure we'll be safe on this ship. Just try an' relax. I know I will..." He stated, picking up the Pokemon playfully. This conversation was promptly interrupted however, when his Xtransceiver started to vibrate, causing both him and the Cyndaquil to jump. Once Charlie put Quinn down, the small screen on the watch's interface lit up with the live feed of a familiar face.

"Hey momma." He replied flatly to the monitor. It was indeed his mother, and she looked pretty happy to see him.

"Hi Charlie! Whatcha doin'? Where are you?" She asked in a fairly bubbly tone.

"Nothing at the mo'. Just...gathering my bearings, trying to loosen up a bit. I'm on the SS Anne now. They were giving out passes for its 20[sup]th[/sup] Anniversary voyage thingy, and I figured I could use the break."

"Well, I think you could too! Last you talked to me, you were talking about how you already had your second gym badge, but you've barely been in Kanto half a week! Slow it down a bit kiddo! Take in the sights! Make some friends! Fall in love! It's fine that you're on the road towards being a trainer, but there's no need to be in a rush. Ya know what I mean, jelly bean?"

"Yeah...I know..." Charlie replied admittedly, now rubbing Quinn's cream colored belly. Dalia's eyes perked excitedly as she realized what he was petting.

"Is that Quinn? Hi Quinn! You're getting cuter everyday little girl!" She replied, cooing at the Pokemon through the call.

"Yeah, she almost evolved yesterday, but I interrupted it just in time. I'm not ready for her to leave this adorable form yet. Say hi to momma Quinn!"


"Cyncyn!" She perked up, showing a smile for Charlie's mother.

"Oh, so now she wants to smile..." He said, rolling his eyes playfully.

"So what are you gonna do after this?"

"Well, I was planning on just lounging out on this chair, but my stomach's growling loud enough for me to know that I gotta get something to eat. I quite sure Quinn and the grumpy bunch are hungry too, so i'll find some food for them as well. After that...I guess i'll check out the battle circuit they got goin' on, scope out the scene a bit." He decided.

"Alright...well, it was good to talk to you. Just, slow it down a bit, okay?"

"I will ma, don't worry."

"Okay...love ya!" She added lastly with a short excited wave before ending the call. As the Xtransceiver went dim, he looked down toward Quinn, who was staring back at him endearingly.

"Welp, I know you're hungry, cuz' i'm hungry. C'mon, i'll find us something to eat." He replied to his companion, who in turn scurried up his chest and rested on his shoulder. Seeing it as a sign of not wanting to go back into its ball, Charlie shrugged before rising from the seat, slinging his duffel over an opposite shoulder. Without another word, the two headed into the lower deck, in search of food, fun, and possibly friends.
 

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Aeris had put Jessie back into her Pokeball, since she'd let her out to get a bit more used to her, while Blaze stayed outside of hers. Having said goodbye to Fiona and hoped to see each other again, Aeris realized she was hungry. Despite having gotten herself something back at the Pokecenter in Vermilion, she and Blaze thought to get something to eat and headed towards the banquet hall at the lower deck.

Walking towards it, she saw many more interesting people on the way. It seemed that people had come from all around Kanto, and some even from Johto, to be a part of this celebration. It was great how people were getting along, though some seemed to go to the battle arenas to settle any disputes that came up between them. Guess not everyone will agree on everything. Guess that's just how things are. She wasn't really surprised, but she hoped everything would be alright.

Her hair flowed as much as it could while she was walking. She tried to stay as much inside as she could, but some places she couldn't help but walk outside while going to her destination. The ocean still unsettled her, but she had to focus on her destination rather than the sea. Blaze helped her along the way by just staying by her side, but she still kinda wished she had someone from the group with her. Especially Mika. Where had that boy gone off to? She'd think about that later.

Once she reached the banquet hall, she was amazed by how magnificent it looked. Many tables lined up with lots of unique and delicious looking food, only a few that Aeris actually recognized. It was no surprise that there was a line for the food, so she got herself a spot in it and waited until it'd be her turn.
 

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Once Charlie arrived on the lower deck, his eyes began to wander in wonderment. While he was never the one to fully appreciate classical architecture, he admitted to himself how nicely furnished the place was. Within minutes he located and entered the banquet room, the wafting scent of food greeted him, causing his stomach to grumble some more. His pace slowed as he stepped further into the room, his eyes scanning the area for an open table. He perked up in realization as he spotted one and headed towards it, setting his bag down at it. Following that, he removed the remaining pokeballs from his belt, Pokemon releasing from them one at a time. As the energy in the air died down, a Spinarak, Pidgey, and female Nidoran appeared on the table, each reacting differently to the present situation.

"Alright guys, I'm gonna find y'all something to eat, i'm sure they're serving Pokemon food as well as human food. Wait here and watch my bag, okay?" He replied to the three.

"[color=#80000]Pidg![/color]" The Pidgey chirped in reply, its wings flapping in a speedy succession. The Nidoran in return began nudging itself against Charlie's shirt.

"Ni! Niiiii!" It began to whine as Charlie gently pushed away from from her. Without Charlie realizing it, Nina shot a glare at the fire starter comfortably perched upon his shoulder. Quinn quickly noticed this however, and began to hide its face in Charlie's bushy hair.

"No Nina, you gotta stay here. Stop being so needy." He replied, before looking towards his Spinarak, expecting a reply from it as well. Instead, the string spit Pokemon found itself lost in his surroundings, facing away from his trainer. Charlie's eyes lowered in expectancy. Even before he caught that Pokemon, it seemed to be so absentminded (granted, it made itself that much easier to catch).

"Talon, please watch Parker. I don't want to spend the whole night looking for him if he wanders off...again." He said to the Pidgey. The small bird replied with what resembled a salute from its wing.

"Alright guys...i'll be right back." He said lastly before turning away from the trio, heading towards the barely seen buffet table, a line of people obscuring it from view. With a shrug, Charlie headed towards the last person in line, a girl, and managed to grab one of the plates stacked at the edge of the table, along with some utensils. He let out a bit of a sigh as he waited, eyes beginning to wander around the room yet again. Looking down, his eyes widened as he realized and identified the Fire Pokemon that idled around her feet.

"Whoa-oh-hoh, that's a Charmeleon!" He said louder than he expected. Still a bit eager, he tapped the girl's shoulder.

"'Scuse me if i'm intruding, but how'd you get a rare Pokemon like that?" He asked just as the line began to inch forward.
 

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The healing process took little time, and soon Rochelle and Clive had returned to the ballroom. The two had also exchanged phone numbers while waiting for their Pokémon to heal. "So... tell me more about trading," Rochelle requested, hoping to learn a bit more.

"It's quite a simple process, Miss Sanders, though there is, of course, more to it than that," Clive began. "On the surface, there is the simple matter of two Pokémon changing hands and Trainers. But there is another side to it. It involves giving up a team-mate, a friend, in exchange for the opportunity to meet a different species and see how they fare under your care. Some people trade to build teams of Pokémon from foreign regions, and others do so to study Pokémon or to try to understand them."

"I see..." Rochelle fell silent, thinking. Clive wanted Natalya for his grand-daughter's breeding efforts. She wanted to be sure that Natalya would be okay, and said as much. Clive chuckled at her comment. "You need not worry, Rochelle. Your Murkrow would be well cared for; Libby is a compassionate young woman who would never harm a Pokémon. The few she has given me have also been brought up well. I can vouch for her skill as both a Trainer and a breeder. Natalya would be in good hands."

"Okay, so... which of your team would you be willing to offer?" Rochelle asked. Clive's response was simple: "Any one of the four that Libby has given me. Joseph, the Yanma you saw earlier; Eva, the Gligar whom you also saw; Gisela, a young Natu; and Ian, a Seel."

"Hmm..." Rochelle mused, again silent as she mulled over the options. The offer was an interesting one. She was allowed to make the decision. So which would be the best to choose, both for team diversity and for the battles she would face in the future? Clive's Pokémon all shared a type with someone on her team. She didn't need the Seel; Kirsten filled the spot of a Water-type. Natu was an interesting idea, as were the other two. But the Gligar, the strange combination of a Ground-type and a Flying-type, appealed to her. She liked the little heavyweight; its cheeky tongue-poking was kinda cute. And its typing would probably show some interesting moves in combat, in time. Eva would be useful against Lieutenant Surge, the owner of the Electric-type Vermilion Gym.

"Alright... I think I've made my decision. I accept your offer of a trade. But you're absolutely sure that Natalya will be okay? She's been a good companion, in the few days that she's been part of my team." A good companion, yes... but not much of a fighter. Natalya had lost her battle in Brock's Gym, and since then she hadn't seen many battles. Perhaps she would be happier in a less combative situation, like being with a breeder such as Clive's grandchild.

"There is absolutely nothing to worry about. All of the Pokémon I am carrying are the result of Libby's breeding efforts. They are well-trained and effective in battles. Which would you like, Miss Sanders?" Clive asked as he led the way to the trading hall.

"That would be Eva, your Gligar. If it isn't too much trouble..." Rochelle added, remembering that Eva was kept in the Poké Ball built into Clive's cane and indicating it.

"Ah! A capital choice indeed. And no, it is no trouble. Eva's ball can be detached if I need to use it in a situation such as this," Clive explained. By this time the two were approaching one of the machines designed to trade Pokémon. It was a curious thing, symmetrical in design. Each of the two halves was made up of a small console and a dish with a cylindrical tube above it. Presumably Poké Balls were placed in the dishes. A largish screen took pride of place in the center of the device.

"This is it, Miss Sanders. I trust you will want to say your goodbyes to your Pokémon? I will say a few words to Eva myself," Clive noted, taking a position at one of the two consoles before holding down a small button on his cane and detaching the Poké Ball that adorned the top. Soon the Gligar appeared in the usual white light, but Rochelle paid little attention. She was trying to think of what to say to Natalya before the trade took place.

Choosing to improvise, she released Natalya from her ball and invited her to hop up onto her arm. Once the bird was settled, Rochelle began scratching her underneath her feather hat and began to talk to the little Pokémon. "Natalya... this is kinda difficult. You're not going to travel with me any more. You're going with Clive, the guy we battled against just now."

"Murr... Krow?" Natalya seemed to ask, cocking her head to one side but allowing Rochelle to keep scratching.

"It's okay, you'll be fine. Clive has a grand-daughter who is a breeder, and he'll pass you on to her. He promised me she'd take good care of you. Are you okay? You understand what's going on? You might not see me again... but you've only been part of the team a few days. It might not be all that hard for you to get used to your new life."

"Krr... row, Murkrow," Natalya answered, nuzzling at Rochelle's hand. She couldn't tell if the Dark-type was okay with it... it troubled her that she didn't understand her. Perhaps Mika's talent of Pokémon Empathy could help, but he wasn't around. Rochelle had to rely on her own guesswork.

"Okay, Natalya, are you ready to go? You have to go back into your ball for this," Rochelle explained. When she held up Natalya's Ball, the Murkrow complied, going into the sphere without a fuss. She didn't normally like going into her ball. So perhaps she, as well as Rochelle, had agreed to the trade. She turned back to the trade machine to find Clive ready and waiting for her. "From that exchange, it is apparent that you care about your Pokémon. Natalya has had a good Trainer, and so will Eva." The older man gave Rochelle a warm smile. "When you are ready."

Rochelle placed Natalya's Poké Ball into the dish. Almost instantly a small white light played over it, and her console's screen flashed up:

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Trade Murkrow in return for Gligar?

[color=oran]Accept[/color] |~| [color=red]Cancel[/color]

Other Trainer has accepted.
Rochelle's finger hesitated. Nervousness fired up inside her mind, and her stomach twinged. She wasn't sure of this.. It was just last-minute anxiety. That kind of thing happened, and was easily dealt with. She pressed the Accept button, and the machine hummed into life. In twin flares of white light, the two Poké Balls were sucked into the tubes above. Rochelle looked up at the screen in time to catch images of Natalya and Eva passing one another... even on screen, the Gligar was sticking its tongue out. Rochelle had to smile at that.

Within seconds the two Poké Balls dropped back into the dishes. Natalya's ball now held a different Pokémon... it felt weird to know that, as Rochelle dug her page of stickers and a pen out of her bag. She peeled off the Natalya sticker and reattached it to the sheet, writing the name 'Eva' and species 'Gligar' on a fresh one and applying it to Eva's Poké Ball.

"Capital, Miss Sanders! Libby will be most pleased to receive Natalya from me. But now I regret to say that the two of us must part ways: I must seek out other friends of mine, with whom I shall be for the rest of the night," Clive explained. "You have my number if you should choose to contact me in the future. But for now, I wish you good luck with your journey, and may you do better than I did, eh? The Elite Four will not defeat themselves. That is the job of people like you and your friends."

"Ah, alright. Goodbye, and thank you... Goodbye, Natalya," Rochelle added, not sure whether to be sad about seeing her Pokémon leaving with another Trainer. But the exchange was done. She had Eva now, a Pokémon that she had not yet encountered before the party. She would have to reintroduce herself to the new recruit and get used to her battling style.

By this time Clive had given Rochelle a final wave and a tip of his hat, and left the trading hall. She suddenly realised she was hungry. She had forsaken dinner in favour of battling... perhaps it was a good decision, though. Otherwise she might not have met Clive and Eva. Happy that she had met a new friend and new Pokémon, instead of feeling down about trading away a member of her team, Rochelle made her way to the dining hall.

Upon entering the hall after a few minutes' walk, she spotted a queue forming at the buffet table... second to last in line was a familiar red-haired girl. Smiling at the sight of one of the group, Rochelle hurried to take a place in line behind Aeris. She briefly wondered who was talking to her. It was a guy she didn't recognise.
 

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A loud voice was heard right behind Aeris. Don't shout into other people's ears! she thought. She turned around and was about to scold the person who asked rather than answer his question, but the Cyndaquil on his shoulder caught her attention. It was so cute, she practically squealed. "I just have to know where you got that Cyndaquil!" After a moment, she got a hang of herself, a little embarrassed by how she acted. "Heh, sorry. But I just want to know. I can tell you about Blaze if you want. I got her from my home island, Cinnabar Island. She was just a wild Pokemon there. I took care of her while looking for her trainer, since I didn't just want to take her if she had a trainer. After many people trying to claim her and none of them really being her trainer, I tried to set her free, but she didn't want to go. So, I decided she would be my Pokemon. I wouldn't expect you to find many other wild Charmanders there. I guess I was just lucky."

The line for the food was moving forwards, and Aeris moved in accordance with it since she was hungry. "Now, why don't you tell me about your Cyndaquil?" She noticed Rochelle behind the boy and waved to her. "Hey there, Rochelle! I just got back from having battled in the ballroom, then traded my dear Venonat, Sonya, for a Misdreavus named Jessie. What have you been up to?"
 

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In just the first two minutes of being out, Cleo had already returned a total of thirteen times with various objects of value. Most of it looked to be the silver cutlery from vacant tables, though Eileen did notice a few pocket watches and jewelry go into her bag on Cleo's last return. 'I need to see where Vermillion City's pawn shop is either once we're done here or tomorrow morning. Might be safer to just do it tonight before anyone realizes things went missing,' Eileen thought after finishing her portion of steak spiced with different spicy berries.

Now that she wasn't starving, Eileen prepared a plate of berry bars for her first and newest Pokemon. Once it was done she set the plate down on the floor and called out Hughes and Dalton, giving a quick introduction of the other before letting them eat. Hughes was initially confused by the furry Swinub, not sure if it was a pillow or a Pokemon until it started to eat from the plate of food. There was a moment of wonder about how his Trainer had gotten a new Pokemon, but the thought was put aside as the smell of the food distracted him.

The two Pokemon ate most of the bars happily, though the ones that they didn't like were left to the side of the plate. Cleo grabbed both of the leftover bars after returning with some sort of small gold bottle, handing the bottle over to her excited Trainer before leaving to go and find some more shiny things.

With only one bar remaining on the plate, the two Pokemon looked up at each other (or at least it seemed the Swinub was looking up) to see if the other wanted it. Looking back down at the bar, Hughes moved it over towards the new addition to the group; ready to take a nap before the Swinub moved the bar back over to him. This scene of politeness continued until their Trainer told them both to just eat half, the two Pokemon once more looking at each other before Hughes bit off his end and Dalton took the leftover. With the two Pokemon full they both curled up at their Trainer's feet, dozing off to the sounds of the banquet hall.
 

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Charlie couldn't help but listen to the girl's spiel with an eager intent, strangely because it was so engaging. It was like one of those stories that you'd think only exist in a character's backstory in a TV show or film, and yet this young woman was a living example. It was intriguing to say the least. As she came down from the heavy anecdote, Charlie couldn't help but blink, as if he were coming out of a sort of trance.

"Well, it won't be as awesome as your story, I can tell you that. It was a pretty typical beginning for a trainer. I went to Professor Elm (the professor of Johto, like Oak is here; I'm sure you've seen him on TV once or twice before), I told him I was becoming a trainer, and he told me he had a new batch of Pokemon to choose from. With me having a preference towards Fire types, I chose Cyndaquil. It just so happens that she turned out to a cutie as well as awesome. Isn't that right Quinn?" He answered, petting the petite Pokemon, Quinn smiling in return. Taking some steps forward, the girl in front of him changed the subject to the girl behind him, curiosity causing him to turn slightly towards her, in hopes to catch a glance. Getting a good look at her, he tilted his head slightly in thought, something he remembered about her face.

"Rochelle...? You wouldn't happen to have gone to Goldenrod High, have you?" He asked, beginning to fully face her.

"I'm the meat in a red-hot redhead sandwich? Niiice." He thought, sharing a high-five with his inner self.
 

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I know that voice... Rochelle thought as she listened to the guy behind Aeris in the line. She recognised it from somewhere, probably back in Goldenrod before she became a Trainer. When the guy turned, she studied his face... she knew the face too. But from where?

"Rochelle...? You wouldn't happen to have gone to Goldenrod High, have you?"

There it was. The missing link. The guy was from Goldenrod City like herself; they had been to the same high school. It all came back to Rochelle: she knew the guy from one of her classes in her final year.

"I did... Wait. No way. Charlie Delacroix, right? Rochelle Sanders," she introduced herself. Or rather, reintroduced herself. "We were in a couple of classes together. Aeris, this is Charlie. He and I went to the same school back home." Rochelle then noticed the Pokémon on Charlie's shoulder, pulling out her Pokédex to score the information on it.

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Cyndaquil. Fire Mouse Pokémon.
Height: 1'08" / 0.5 m. Weight: 17.4 lbs. / 7.9 kg.
[color=#3399FF]Type: Fire[/color]

Description: It has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously.

"As for what I've been up to, I was in the ballroom earlier. Met a guy named Clive, who offered to trade his Gligar for Natalya, my Murkrow. His granddaughter wants a Dark-type to use in her breeding program," she explained.

Because I forgot to do this before, some details on Eva, Rochelle's new Gligar.
Based on Natalya's level of 17 according to the latest roster, Eva is also level 17 and knows Poison Sting, Sand-Attack, Knock Off and Quick Attack.
 

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"Seems that you were in luck, then. I wouldn't mind a Cyndaquil of my own, but I wouldn't even know where to find one. And yeah, I have seen Professor Elm on TV. Didn't look as old as Professor Oak, but hopefully isn't as forgetful as he is." Aeris giggled and reached to pet Quinn on her head.

She turned to Rochelle after the petting. "I hope your Gligar will become a valuable member of your team. As I hope for with my Misdreavus, Jessie. I can just show you her." She reached for Jessie's Pokeball and let her out. The Misdreavus looked around and, not feeling hungry, just took a seat on Aeris' head. She wasn't heavy, so Aeris barely felt it.

She turned her attention back to Charlie to ask him. "What brings you here to Kanto, I wonder? And to not be rude, I should introduce myself. It's nice to meet you, Charlie. As Rochelle said, I'm Aeris. Aeris Crimson." She offered him her hand to shake.

Blaze took a look at the Cyndaquil on the boy's shoulder. Just seemed like a little softball compared to her. But you never knew if she packed a punch behind that cute appearance. "Charmeleon. Char. Leon." Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Blaze, the strongest around here, and here to protect Aeris if the need arises. she said to the little Cyndaquil, if it was even paying attention to her.
 

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Callum followed behind Eileen and started to pick food off of the tables. Remoraid fillets, Krabby meat, Pidgey wings coved in Combee honey, and an assortment of different berries and rice willed the gaps in between the different meats. Once his plate was as full as he liked, Callum went over to the Pokémon food tables and made a rather large plate with different plain berries and brown cubes of food before finding the table Eileen was at.

Once he arrived at the table Callum put his plate down before the Pokémon?s plate. He took out his Pokéballs and Netballs and released all of his Pokémon. A Ledyba, Pineco, Paras, Oddish, Butterfree, and Kakuna appeared before him. ?Alright guys this plate is yours, don?t fight over the food and share properly. If aren?t being good and try to start a fight amongst yourselves none of you will be getting desert,? Callum said to his Pokémon before hearing an assortment of cries that he assumed were angreeances.

With that settled, he state down and started to slowly eat his dinner. It was the first time that we has eating such expensive food, and he want to savor each bite in case he never got a chance to eat this well again. After a while Callum noticed Eileen?s Meowth dropping expensive goods into her bag before putting a gold bottle on the table beside her. ?You realize that if someone confronts you you?re on your own? I don?t intend to take the punch for someone who?s having their Pokémon steal,? Callum said to Eileen in a little more than a hush whisper so that others around them wouldn?t hear.
 

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"I can take care of myself, okay? Besides you have nothing to worry about; Cleo has got this, and you're not involved at all. Well, I guess since you know about it you are, but whatever. I just need to find a pawn shop once we get back to port," Eileen mused as she took the cork out of the bottle, pouring half of the drink into one of the available wine glasses in front of her. She picked up the glass and drank, pouring more into the glass before placing it back down onto the table. "That is delicious. I'm loving all of this; easily one of the best parties I've been too," she said happily, taking another drink as Cleo came back with a Super Potion.

"We are certainly getting some useful things here. Thank you Cleo, and do you think you can get another one of these bottles? Thanks again," Eileen said after finishing off what was in the glass, refilling it with what was left from the bottle.

"You know Callum, you should really expand on your team. I know you have an Oddish, but it'd be good to branch out a bit from your current types. More coverage for future battles," she stated, watching his Pokemon eat from their plate.
 

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"Yeaahh, I remember now! You used to sit at the front of our first period class. Or at least it seemed that way...I know you sat further front than I did." He replied, the name clicking like the final piece to a puzzle. He reminisced for a brief moment, mind wandering back to his semi-delinquent days in high school where he would lounge at a desk near the back while the teacher took attendance. As Rochelle began recording data of the timid Quinn, the girl facing his front decided to introduce herself.

"Crimson, huh? I see you like to take full advantage of your namesake." He replied as he shook her hand. Now that he realized it, she was brandishing a lot of red, from the deep red hair, to the equally red Charmeleon that stood at her side.

"As for why i'm here...Well, I was initially planning to just journey around Johto. But when I got to Elm's for my starter, he told me that Oak wanted trainers in Kanto for some type of survey...consensus...thingy-or-whatever (honestly, I don't even know how Elm takes that guy seriously, it's like he has alzheimers or something...i'm surprised they haven't like, retired him yet). Either way, Elm brought me to Kanto, dropped me off at Oak's, told me to make my parents proud, and went on his merry way. So here I am!" He described with an enthusiasm that bordered on confusion. His situation was a peculiar one, but he felt he explained it the best he could.

"But enough about me, how do you two know each other? With the red hair/green eyes combo you two got going on, I might've thought you guys were related or something. Are you two traveling together?" He asked them both, signalling to Aeris as he realized that the three were beginning to hold up the line.

As the three humans conversed among themselves, Quinn couldn't help but notice the much bigger Fire type that proudly stood at Aeris' side. It announced itself in a stern tone that feigned power and respect. Curiously enough, the timid Pokemon answered the Charmeleon as best as it could. "C-Cyn, Cyndaquil..." I-i'm Quinn. Pleasure to meet you. I hope to be as strong as you some day..." She answered quietly, knowingly admiring the Charmeleon, but not quite ready to leave her position on Charlie's shoulder.
 

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?Not to encourage the fact that you?re stealing, but going to the same pawn shop to sell the stolen items is a sure way to get caught. The Police in my home city have caught a fair few thieves because of them doing stupid things such as this.? Callum replied to Eileen, before eating a berry covered in rice. The rice had been absorbing the juices which gave it a softened texture, but the juices? flavor covered the texture problem and it tasted delicious.

Upon Eileen?s comment of expanding his team Callum started to watch them eat for a moment. Kakuna and Paras seemed to be sharing the same type of food. Oddish and Ledyba seemed to be doing the same. Butterfree and Pineco on the other hand were eating each and everything that the others weren?t. All of them seemed to currently be getting along for now so Callum turned back to Eileen.

?To be honest I have been planning on expanding my team, however my job is a major problem with that. Bugs have to be the focus members on my team because I get paid not only for catching them but I get paid even more for training them. Twenty-five dollars for each one that I catch, fifty dollars for every stage two evolutions that I train my Bug Pokémon to, and one-hundred dollars for every stage three Bug Pokémon that I raise. Money?s much more important right now, but I am hoping to find some more team members before the end of my journey,? Callum told Eileen before filling his wine glass up with ice water and taking a drink.
 

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Eileen listened as Callum explained the danger of pawning off the items here in Vermillion City, taking a sip every other word of his. "True. I suppose waiting would be the best option, though carrying all of that stuff won't be all that much fun. You're a smart man Callum, has anyone ever told you that?" Eileen asked him, raising up her glass to drink before realizing it was empty. Thankfully Cleo came back shortly after bringing two more bottles and some more cutlery, placing the bottles on the table and the cutlery inside of the back.

"Thank you once more Cleo," Eileen told her Pokemon as she opened up a new bottle and poured some more into her own glass and a new one. She placed the new one next to Callum's own wine glass, taking another sip before saying, "That sounds like some a good way to make some money. Wish I could get paid to train my own Pokemon. Still, it's good that you're thinking of adding more members to your team. The gyms will only get harder and harder from here on out, and with the advantage of your bug-types also comes their own disadvantage. I know I'll have to add some more Pokemon to my team soon; though I know it is possible to just use one Pokemon to complete the league challenge. That really isn't something I want to do though. My brother told me to try and get a good, diverse team whenever I left for the league challenge, and I haven't really done that yet. Soon."