In Her Image: a Pokémon RP

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Hello Trainers! My name is Professor Oak. Welcome to the amazing world of Pokémon!

This world is inhabited by powerful creatures called Pokémon.

For thousands of years, humans and Pokémon have lived in harmony. Some of us do battle with them, some of us breed them and some have Pokémon to keep them company or to help them with work.

Unfortunately there are also those who would use them for their own nefarious agendas.

It's been ten years since some of the most exceptional trainers I've ever had the pleasure of knowing made sure that these evil men would not have their way, though. One of them is my grandson, actually... uh... what was his name again? Blue! Yes, Blue Oak. You might find him in the Viridian City gym every once in a while.

But enough about ancient history, I see 12 young men and women in front of me. Won't you tell this old man something about yourselves?

CHAPTER I: BENEATH THE SURFACE
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Welcome to JohtoTV news, where we give you the news that matter!

Our first story today, ArkCorp's shares have been plummeting down in the Saffron City stock exchange for the last 6 months. ArkCorp, known for it's amazing innovations in the field of medical technologies, used in PokéCenters worldwide, has mysteriously stopped production of most of it's products, allowing competitors such as SilphCo to take over.

Shareholders are now abandoning the company en masse and the industry stalwart is facing bankrupcy in the next quarter. We tried reaching ArkCorp CEO, Titania R. Alta for comment, but were told she is in no capacity to comment on the current situation.
More on the story as it develops.

In other news, Trainers from every corner of the country are flocking to Johto's capital of Goldenrod for the 2nd Annual All Regions Tournament. A week long tournament and festival designed to spotlight the very best Trainers of the country. We now go live to Gabby Seong and Ty Anderson in Goldenrod City.
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"Thank you John, we're here in the very center of Goldenrod, under the world famous Radio Tower where the atmosphere is getting positively electric! Trainers from all over have gathered here, forming a veritable melting pot of cultures and Pokémon.

Excuse me! You there with the red hair and the Sneasel!"

"Huh? Yeah? What can I do you for?"

"...Gabby Seong, JohtoTV news. Are you here for the tournament?"

"Uh, yeah I guess you could say that."

"Ok, well, how do you feel surrounded by all these formidable adversaries raring for a battle?"

"Well... I... uh... I'm just here for a shot at that cash prize, to be honest. Look, I kinda gotta run, I was just in the middle of st... a thing. See ya."

"CUT, Damn it! That was a disaster. I knew we should've just picked some 10 year old mute with fire in his eyes..."
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"What the heck was that all about?"

Remy asked Sneasel as it seemed busy looking for something.
Sneeee... Sne?

"I guess..."

Remy made his way to a bench. From his new vantage point he could see it all.
It was a sunny day in Goldenrod City and from the Magnet Train station, denizens of Kanto, with their city-dweller airs and Hoenn with their tanned skin and weird sense of style could be seen arriving into town. From the North, Remy could spot fellow Sinnohans, their mouths gaping at the sheer scope of the city. Nothing like this up North, not even Veilstone. Of course from every corner of the city, Johto natives with their laid-back mannerisms kept pouring in

All the trainers and breeders had one thing in common though. They were strong and in it to win it. There was no doubt, this year's tournament? Was going to be a blast!

"Psy?,"Daffy said as the train slowed to a stop and stared back at Darius,"Psy,psy,psy....duck?

"It's alright Daffy, you've been on these before and you've been here, remember?" The Psyduck scratched the head it held in its arms, and then nodded slowly. Darius put his hand on it's head and turned it around towards the doors that opened out into Goldenrod. They stepped out into, more or less, utter chaos. Darius smiled, it was nice to be off that train.

Darius stretched a moment before reaching into his pocket and producing his pipe(a wooden thing with engravings of a Psyduck on one side and Sandslash on the other he'd had made a few years back) and tobacco and stuffed it before lighting it and clearing the path. When that was done, he raised his arms above his head and yelled out, "HELLOOOO GOLDENROD!" before setting it back in his teeth, stuffing his hands in his vest pockets and beckoning Daffy to follow him before he stole one of the lollypops on display nearby.

"Come on, Daffy, I'll get you one later, you can share it, right?"

"Psyduck." he replied resolutely, taking his hands off his head and walking normally, astounded by the city around him, eyes wide, taking in every detail.

A fist encased by a black glove swung through the air in anticipation. "DOUBLE KICK, JET! FLOOR HIM!"

"Leelee!"

The Hitmonlee tensed up, sensing the oncoming attack. Before him was a Rampardos, in all its frothing rage, charging with a Headbutt wound up just for him. The bipedal challenger narrowed its eyes in anticipation; it had trained for this. Nothing could stop him now, and his trainer knew it.

A young woman bounced up and down from her side of the battlefield, throwing wild punches and kicks into the air, yelling encouragements at her little Jet, and vicious taunts at the Rampardos about to come down with a bad case of broken skull. "Come on, Jet, bash his ugly spike-head into next week!"

The Rampardos snarled and jumped forward at Jet, Headbutt at full power. The Hitmonlee leaned back, one of its coil-like legs bunched up, and at the perfect moment struck out. Its foot collided with the Head Butt Pokemon's skull, and for a brief moment there was silence. The crowd of dozens gathered around the impromptu match watched on with bated breath. Both combatants sat frozen, their attacks locking each other in place.

Then, after the silence became unbearable, Jet pulled his leg back, and struck with the second attack of Double Kick. "DOS!", the other Pokemon cried, its head twisting away from the force of the blow. It spun around in the air and collapsed into the street, eyes closed and drool slipping from the side of its open mouth. The young man that had volunteered to judge raised his left hand in the air, pointing at the woman. "Rampardos is unable to battle! The winner, Hitmonlee and, uh... the girl in orange!"

"WOO!" The girl screamed, grabbing her cap and tossing it into the air as the crowd around her cheered for her. She rushed onto the battlefield, and immediately wrapped her arms around Jet, lifting the Pokemon into the air as its limbs waved in every direction in search of escape. "I knew ya could do it, come here ya big lug!"

"Hitmon!" replied Jet, trying his best to match the excited nature of his trainer; even if Hitmonlee weren't naturally stoic creatures, that would be difficult. She finally set Jet down, patting him on the back and putting him back into his Pokeball. "Get some rest, buddy. I'm gonna need you if we're gonna win that fat prize!"

"You're going need the prize when I'm done with you." came a soft, malice-filled voice from behind. The girl felt a chill go up her neck and spine, and her already spiked ponytail seemed to stand taller as she bolted around to see her opponent. Some rich boy from Oreburgh, with some misplaced pride and some karmically undeserved self defense classes under his belt. "To pay for your hospital bills."

The girl looked at him, eyes big and mouth flat as a board, easy to mistake for fearful until she snorted a second later, barely stifling a full-on fit of guffaws. The rich boy's face blushed red as an apple, and he tried to regain his composure while yelling, "W-what do you think YOU'RE laughing at, commoner?! I'll teach you some respect for your betters!" He swung his fist at her, sneering.

"Huh." the woman replied, casually throwing up a forearm to block his strike. A blustery gust of air escaped the boy's lungs as he tried to contemplate what just happened. The girl explained for him, "Your stance is really wide, your strikes come in from so far out I can just block 'em and do this:"

She demonstrated by sliding her blocking arm forward and smashing the back of her fist into his nose, breaking it on the spot. "GYEE--" the rich boy squealed, clutching his face as he stepped back; but the girl wasn't done, leaning back and throwing a side kick into his stomach, and soaked in the laughter as the crowd watched the humiliated man fall flat on his butt. As he tended his raw face, he looked up to see her leaning down and grinning at him; a grin so wide she hardly had any face left besides it. "W-who are you?" the boy asked.

Her face turned fierce as the girl leaned down further, and said, "The name's Daria Pace. Here's a hint: when anybody tells you about Pewter City's diamond in the rough? The madwoman with the fists of stone and legs of iron?" She pointed her right thumb at her beaming face. "They're talking about me!"

With a casual wave, as if they'd just been having coffee together, she turned away from the whimpering boy and picked up her hat off of the ground, sticking it onto her head after a bit of dusting. Then, she reached inside of her jacket and pulled out a pair of oval shades, which she stuck over her grayish blue eyes. She directed herself in the direction with the most activity. "Now, then." she whispered to herself. "I've got a tournament to win! Oop, wait, I forgot!"

She clicked the side of her belt, and a little Pokeball answered by falling open, releasing a beam of white light that quickly formed into a Charmeleon about half her height. The fire lizard cracked its neck and looked up at her. "Char, Charmele."

"Ha! You worry too much, Spiegel." she said, patting her little companion on the head. They began to walk off in the direction of the Pokemon Center, eager to see what other friends and foes they'd make during their time in Johto. Hopefully better ones than that last guy.

Lee thought that his pokemon might want to see the city, though he soon regretted the decision. He had to stop his snover from hugging every person and pokemon that walked past, by the time he caught up with his snover he had to try and find were he left octillery, who was doing... nothing. Now he had lost track of his duskull who wandered off to mess with people. 'DUSKULL, DUSKULL! oh god where has he gone now'

Ike had set his tent outside of the radio tower. Kirlia sat in his lap, asleep on his breast.

Perhaps I should walk around. Might find information. That would be interesting, very interesting.

He wakes up Kirlia, who yawns with a tiny [color=hotpink]"Kir?"[color] before standing up.

*Now Arriving In Goldenrod City* Spoke the automatic announcer of the Magnet Train. He had chosen this method of transportation, due to its speed and overall comfort. As the train, slowly came to a halt, his travelling partner Raphael, a male Combusken started to stir from its slumber.

"Com... Com... Combusken." Raphael chirped, its eyes slowly opening.

"Come on Raphael, wake up, we have arrived at our destination, Goldenrod City." Caleb calmly said to his sleepy eyed companion, as he got up out of his seat, and claimed his belongings from the storage compartment above. Raphael hopped out of his chair, immediately stretching his arms and legs. After returning the sword to its sheathe, Caleb stepped off the train, and onto the sunny streets of the city.

As they began to explore the city, they could see a whole host of various people and Pokemon from all over the world, a majority looking like they were preparing for the tournament. Whilst they enjoyed the walk, it was briefly interupted by a Duskull careening past, obviously looking to cause trouble. Raphael began charging up an Ember attack.

"I do not think that is a wise idea Raphael. We do not want to cause an incident the moment we arrive now do we?" Caleb asked in an authoritative tone, which seemed to calm down what anger the Young Fowl was building.

"How about we find some place to stay during the duration of the tournament?"

"Combusken." Was the reply from Raphael, nodding its head in agreement. They soon began again, heading towards the various hotels and inns that existed in the city.

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Ike spotted the man with his Pokemon mention a tournament. This might be a good opportunity to scout the competition. He decides to stal- I mean follow the man and his Combusken.

A wave of noise rose from the throng that filled Goldenrod's streets, a wall of discordant sounds and voices that could be heard from miles around. The screeches and calls of Pokemon, the excited chatter of their trainers, the shouts of merchants advertising their wares, the thunder of various vehicles as they trundled through the crowds. Charged with excitement and energy, the city's voice rose and fell, drowning out anything that didn't contribute to its cacophonous din. To some, it was a herald of good times and fun, a beacon signalling fortunes to be won and lost, people to be met, and suckers to be scammed.

To the boy standing just outside the city limit, it might as well have been the shrieks and moans of the damned.

"Okay, okay, you can do this Matt."

The small sea of people and Pokemon rushing into the city flowed around a sole obstruction, the young lad shuffling back and forth, struggling to make his feet move forward. It would take someone with exceptionally good hearing, and the ability to care, to pick up his quiet words as he attempted to gear himself up.

Taking a deep breath, the kid straightened his jacket, readjusted his emerald colored hat for the umpteenth time, raised his foot... and promptly set it back down, turning around and gazing wildly about for some avenue of escape. "No I can't, no I can't, no I-OW!!!"

A blur and feathers and a flashing beak brought Matt to a halt, as his head was suddenly assaulted by a large, rather irate, bird. "Pidgerrrrro!"

"Ow-stop it-ow-Ventus!" Matt's pleas were ignored by the Pidgeotto that had alighted onto his shoulder, and was currently hammering his hat into his head. "That-ouch-hurts!"

Had he currently not had his head tucked down, in an attempt to dodge the rain of blows, Matt would no doubt have been appalled at the number of stares and snickers his plight was attracting from the surrounding crowd; it wasn't very often that you saw a trainer being herded about by his own Pokemon. "Alright, alright, fine! I'm going!"

Head still ducked down, the teen charged forward, his tormentor riding along on his shoulder with practiced ease. Ignoring the shouts and angry cries his abrupt movement elicited from those he bumped into or bowled over, Matt finally came to a stop well within the streets of Goldenrod, not by own personal choice nor at the guidance of his Pokemon, but by the solid brick wall he had just rammed his head into.

Matt's ears burned red as a few nearby civilians burst out laughing. Still, at least he was actually inside the city now. And ignoring the laughter and the dull ache that pulsed through his head, the collision did have a positive result as well: Of the trio of Pokeballs strapped to Matt's waist, one of the spheres was jostled from its position, bouncing off the ground, ballooning to its full size and releasing its denizen in a flash of red light. "Cyndaquil?"

The gentle, warm nudging finally encouraged Matt to stand back up, smiling down at the Cyndaquil rubbing its head against his leg. Crouching down, the trainer hefted the small Pokemon upwards, slinging the fire-type over his currently unoccupied shoulder. "Alright, thanks Spike." Turning his head, Matt eyed his other passenger, meeting its seemingly disinterested gaze with a smile. "You too Ventus."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Matt slowly turned around, eyeing the scene before him with trepidation. It was as he had feared: The street before him was PACKED with people and Pokemon, a crowd that would take minutes, if not hours to work through. Luckily, before his fear petrified him, the trainer took note that the edges of the thoroughfare, such as where he was currently standing, provided some empty space, and a clear, if presumably circuitous and overly long path to his destination. Still, it was better than nothing.

"Okay guys, you ready?"

His companions offering a purr and a squawk of approval, Matt began to work his way forward, flinching away from the mass of bodies as much as he could, but making steady progress nonetheless. It hopefully wouldn't be too long before he made his way to the tournament grounds.

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"I do not think that is a wise idea Raphael. We do not want to cause an incident the moment we arrive now do we?" Caleb asked in an authoritative tone, which seemed to calm down what anger the Young Fowl was building.

"How about we find some place to stay during the duration of the tournament?".

Ike spotted the man with his Pokemon mention a tournament. This might be a good opportunity to scout the competition. He decides to stal- I mean follow the man and his Combusken.

"Wha--?!" Daria's face fell open in disappointment as the worried nurse looked on. "Whaddaya mean we can't sleep here?!"

Spiegel shook his head and turned away from his trainer, ashamed, as Nurse Joy timidly tried to explain, while handing back Jet's Pokeball to his trainer. "Well, with the tournament coming up there's going to be an extra-high strain on the Pokemon Centers around Goldenrod to keep everyone in fighting shape; normally it'd be fine, but we just don't have any room to spare when a potential patient could rush in at any time of day!"

Nurse Joy saw Daria's face fall even further, and the girl slumped down so that her chin was resting on the desk. A combination of confusion and pity urged the Nurse to say something else. "Of course, there are plenty of hotels to stay at around the city. I'd be glad to point you at the nearest one!"

"Really?" Daria asked, a smile back on her face as she glanced up. Spiegel threw a claw into the air; finally, a human with some sense.

Nurse Joy directed the girl in the orange jacket to take a right the moment she walked out the door, and that the third skyscraper down that street, to her right, was a very favorably-reviewed hotel; her family usually stayed there when they came to visit.

"AWESOME!" Daria shouted, reached her lithe frame across the counter to give the baffled nurse a hug. "Thanks so much, gotta run before it gets booked! MOVE, SPIEGEL, MOVE!"

"Char? Charcharchar--MEEEEELE!" Despite his protests, Spiegel was grabbed by the right claw and nearly swept off his feet as Daria sprinted out of the building. Various people jumped to the side, and the Charmeleon had to work its stubby legs to death to keep up with its trainer as she barreled out into the street, before turning right and moving down into the vast crowd of tourists and tourney entrants.

But the one that caught her eye seemed to be heading in the same direction as her. "Hold up." she said curiously, stopping in mid-strike and giving the agitated and very much winded Spiegel a reprieve. Walking on the other side of the street was a man in strange garb, flanked by a Combusken. What REALLY surprised her was the sword on his side. "A human, with a weapon? That's weird." she turned to Spiegel, who shrugged and tugged at her hand to get moving towards the hotel. He knew exactly what she was planning, and he would have none of it.

There's no arguing with Daria, though. The capped girl wrenched Spiegel from his spot, and dashed off towards Caleb, stopping at his side and moving to keep pace at his side. "Hey, buddy, where'd ya get the sword? You train somewhere?" she asked, bending down to hip level to get a closer look at the little curio.

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he same direction as her. "Hold up." she said curiously, stopping in mid-strike and giving the agitated and very much winded Spiegel a reprieve. Walking on the other side of the street was a man in strange garb, flanked by a Combusken. What REALLY surprised her was the sword on his side. "A human, with a weapon? That's weird." she turned to Spiegel, who shrugged and tugged at her hand to get moving towards the hotel. He knew exactly what she was planning, and he would have none of it.

There's no arguing with Daria, though. The capped girl wrenched Spiegel from his spot, and dashed off towards Caleb, stopping at his side and moving to keep pace at his side. "Hey, buddy, where'd ya get the sword? You train somewhere?" she asked, bending down to hip level to get a closer look at the little curio.

This man... he has a sword? Why would he need that? Unless.... Ike Sherman shook off that thought. Nobody could be that cruel. Still, better make sure that Charmeleon was safe. He had to continue his spying.

Caleb suddenly stopped as he was asked a several questions, mostly about where he had obtained the sword. He soon turned round, and saw a woman who was both slightly younger and shorter than he was. Her hair was brown, and worn in a single pony tail which had a spiked point. Accompanying her was a Charmeleon, who Raphael was already sizing up.

"Hey, buddy, where'd ya get the sword? You train somewhere?" She asked, getting a closer look at his family sword.

"Indeed I do miss. The sword comes from my home in Lilycove City in the Hoenn Region, it is a family heirloom of mine, rather precious in fact. Lilycove City is also where I trained. My apologies miss, my name is Caleb Grey, a pleasure to meet you. Rest assured though, I do not intend to hurt anyone with it." Caleb replied with, speaking in a calm and friendly manner, before bowing afterwards.

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" Rest assured though, I do not intend to hurt anyone with it." Caleb replied with, speaking in a calm and friendly manner, before bowing afterwards.

That was a slight relief, if anything. Still, knowing humans, he was probably a liar. Ike had to make sure.

This is gonna take awhile, isn't it...

"My apologies miss, my name is Caleb Grey, a pleasure to meet you."

Daria tried to extend a hand to the man, apparently named Caleb, only to be cut off and caught rather off guard when he instead hunched over in front of her. She thought for a moment, wondering what he was doing; was he sick? Wait, no, wait, he's bowing! ****! What do you do when somebody bows?

Daria's face contorted strangely, going rigid as she tried to approximate a proper bow in return. It was rather clunky, and she lifted her left leg into the air a bit, for some reason. A C+ at best. "Uh, nice to meet ya too!" she said, lacking the vernacular for formal talk. She straightened back up and twisted her back a bit; had she just pulled a muscle doing that?

"She scratched what bit of her scalp was able to be reached underneath her tight cap, and asked, "So, ya in town for the tournament I guess?"

Spiegel's interactions were far less cordial, summed up by a deep and burning glare into Raphael's eyes. If that little featherball wanted a match, it had one.

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"So, ya in town for the tournament I guess?"

Spiegel's interactions were far less cordial, summed up by a deep and burning glare into Raphael's eyes. If that little featherball wanted a match, it had one.

Two potential tornument canidates? This was now getting interesting. One has a charmillion, so she most likely from Kanto. Wasn't Red from there?

After searching through the large crowds duskull found his victim, a man (Ike) who's attention seemed to be directed towards two other people duskull sunk into his shadow (shadow sneak) and moved towards this man, when duskull reached the man's legs he quickly grabbed onto the man's leg with his cold hands, just above his shoe.

Remy was eyeing the crowd when he noticed a young man, couldn't have been older than 20, fumbling his way through a crowd of people with a Pidgeotto on his shoulder. He followed the young one's progress up until the time he hit a brick wall head-on.

Snesnesnesnesneeee!

Sneasel burst into a mischievous laughter that nearly caused it to fall off it's Trainer's shoulder.

"I think you're right Sneasel. We've got our sucker."

Remy got up and waltzed to the young man who by now had gotten up and added a Cyndaquil to his already burdened shoulders.

"Okay guys, you ready?"

"Hey kid, wait up a sec! Yeah, you with the green hat! I couldn't help but notice that you seem a little lost. Luckily for you, I'm here to help! Why, for only 2,000P, I can direct you to a PokémonCenter, PokéMart, Dept.Store, Casino, Inn, dark alley, or any other facility of your choice! So? Whaddaya say kiddo? Come on! Whaddaya say?"

Remy sold his services while Sneasel keenly eyed the boy's Pidgeotto. It's mind drifted to tasty, scrumptious Pidgey eggs.

Selllllllll...*drool*

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After searching through the large crowds duskull found his victim, a man (Ike) who's attention seemed to be directed towards two other people duskull sunk into his shadow (shadow sneak) and moved towards this man, when duskull reached the man's legs he quickly grabbed onto the man's leg with his cold hands, just above his shoe.

"GAH! What the...?"

After letting his mind clear for a bit, Ike yells, "Kirlia! Future site!" He also attempted his standard dance that went along, but the Duskull grabbing his leg prevented it.

"Hey kid, wait up a sec! Yeah, you with the green hat! I couldn't help but notice that you seem a little lost. Luckily for you, I'm here to help! Why, for only 2,000P, I can direct you to a PokémonCenter, PokéMart, Dept.Store, Casino, Inn, dark alley, or any other facility of your choice! So? Whaddaya say kiddo? Come on! Whaddaya say?"

Matt blinked, and looked around briefly, trying to avoid the strange man's eager stare. After confirming that there was no one else around wearing a green hat, he was forced to come to the unfortunate conclusion that the newcomer was talking to him. "Oh, um... okay? No, I mean, thanks, but no thanks I think I can... Wait, maybe you could... well, I don't want to..."

While his owner was occupied stumbling over his own words, Ventus returned the Sneasel's hungry gaze, his eyes full of disinterest and no small amount of loathing.

While the two Pokemon engaged in their little staring contest, Matt finally figured out what he wanted to say. For reals this time. "Um, if you could tell me where a hotel is, that'd be great. Maybe one that's not too crowded?"

Savannah stepped off the ferry and took a deep breath of the fresh air. It had been an extremely long voyage, that had thankfully passed quickly due to her catching up on some much needed sleep, as well informal battles against some of the passengers.

Ahhh, smells like adventure...

The Region of Johto was new to her... Although she had read and studied about it, none of it could prepare her from the sight of it, it was completely different to how she had imagined. Who knows what kind of surprises await her in this new land? She couldn't wait to experience all that was on offer, as well as hopefully capture the region's strongest pokemon.

The journey that took her from the dock at Vermillion to Saffron was also to be a long way, although the burden was eased by her trusty folding Mach Bike that she had brought with her, which shortened the journey time considerably. From there it was a simple matter of taking the train to the tournament, at Goldenrod City.

*Now Arriving In Goldenrod City* announced a voice over the com.

Savannah reached for a pokeball on her belt, and pressed the button which in turn opened the casing, releasing a flash of red light that materialised into the form of a Grovyle.
The pokemon looked up at her, before making a gesture with it's arms, as if stretching, although seemingly confidently.

"It feels good to get out in the open doesn't it Sprig? I know I feel that way.."

" Grove... "

"Let's go kick some ass, right?"

" Grovyle! " said Sprig joyfully whilst he also nodded sharply in agreeance.

Now...which way is it?...

"HELLOOOO GOLDENROD!"

Sav turned her head to see the man who had just publicly made himself look like an idiot, he was kind of cute, although his Psyduck looked even cuter with it's hand's placed on it's ears, looking hapless. He didn't looke like a local, maybe he was here for the tournament too. It couldn't help to ask.

She wandered over to him, giving a small cough, before resigning to a fairly brisk tap on his shoulder.

"Hiya! I'm looking for the All-Regions Tournament? Do you know which direction it's in?"

"Hiya! I'm looking for the tournament? Can you help me find it?"

"Yeah, sure. You listen for the screams and excitement and head tha-" He looked over to see a striking young woman,"Nice to meet you, but that's the best advice I can give you. Excuse me for a sec, I promised Daffy something just a minute ago."

"Pssssssyyyy?" the pokemon said, looking up at Darius, eyes hopeful. There was a flash of light as he pressed a button on a pokeball at his belt and Knuckles appeared.

"Ssssslash."

"Alright, I'll take two of those lollipops there, man. Thanks. Now you guys, enjoy these alright? I've got to talk for a moment."

Darius stood up after giving his pokemon their treats and attempting to keep an eye on them. They were happily licking away at their candies, but they were a team when it came to pranks, or in a battle.

"So, I was saying, Darius O'Kere would gladly walk with you, Miss....?" He spotted the pokemon behind her,"Oooh, is that Grovyle?" He continued to smoke the pipe, puffing a bit more now.

"Um, if you could tell me where a hotel is, that'd be great. Maybe one that's not too crowded?"

"YESSIR! Your wishes are my command!"

Remy exclaimed, not caring about the weird looks he was getting. It was astonishing how different these two people were. Truly an encounter, that was never meant to happen.
Before they got on their way Remy noticed the animosity between Sneasel and the sucker's Pidgeotto.

"Oh right! Sorry about that. Oi, Sneasel, get back in here."

Remy ordered his companion as he dug a black PokéBall with green spots and orange highlights out of his cargo pants pocket. It was a Dusk Ball.

Sne. Sneaselll-

With the Sharp Claw Pokémon safely tucked away, Remy started leading the youngster towards the small inn he himself was staying in. Putting an arm around the boy, Remy started the barrage of questions.

"Sooo-oooo what's your name? Where are you from? You here for the tournament? Why so gloomy?"

Whoever this guy was, he certainly didn't lack for confidence. Nor did he have much respect for personal space.

"We have now arrived in Olivine city. Please prepare to disembark"
The voice over the loudspeaker was enough to wake the small purple scorpion sleeping near a young man on a deck chair. "skor! SKOR!" The young man wakes up groggily, rubbing his eyes while sitting up. "what is it Kusari, what's so urgent that you had to wake me up from my na-" "This is the final warning. All passengers must disembark from the SS.Aqua in ten minutes." The young man seems fully awake now, with the realization that he needs to get off the boat before it leaves to return to sinnoh with him still onboard! "Oh. So that's what. C'mon Kusari, let's get off of this boat!" He quickly gathers his things and runs off onto the pier just as the boat's motors start up again. Once inside the costal town he stops to look up at the sky and takes a deep breath. He starts talking, seemingly to the small pokemon on his shoulder. "Ahh.. It feels great to be back in Johto. And the best part is, I can stop by in Ecruteak to see if any of my old friends are around before I head to goldenrod!" He is suddenly tapped on the shoulder. He turns around seeing a Woman with long brown hair and a strange looking pokemon (or at least what seems to be a pokemon, it looks more like three floating metal eyeballs.) floating next to her. "Excuse me, but did I see you a few days ago in Sunyshore city?" she asks. The young man replies by saying yes, he was indeed there. "I saw you getting off of the boat and I was wondering if you are here for the tournament in Goldenrod. I'm Jasmine, the gym leader here in Olivine. may I ask who you are?" The young man says, "Yeah, I'm here for the tournament, the name's Tom Relict, and this is Kusari, my Skorupi." "Skor!" Tom laughs and shakes Jasmine's hand saying, "It's nice to meet you! I really have to get going though, it's a long walk over to Goldenrod, and I'm going to need some supplies." Jasmine waves goodbye as Tom makes his way to the Pokemart.

As the terribly awkward attempt at a conversation continued, Spiegel's ire was drawn away from the glorified chicken in front of him. His eyes were drawn across the street, to a peculiar pair. A large, red-headed man and what was without a doubt the most weaselly-looking Sneasel of all time. Spiegel's eyes narrowed, as opportunity beckoned. They appeared to be heading in the direction of the inn.

He split from Daria's side, and started running across the street. The girl only had a moment to contemplate this before she let out a half-scream in surprise. "What the--Spiegel, get back here!"

She turned back and gave a quick apology to Caleb before moving like a woman possessed across the street. Spiegel gave a low, warbling growl, the equivalent to a laugh for his species. This was all too easy--

"Yo, lunkhead! Stop where yer standing or I swear I'm gonna pound a shade of blue onto that red skin!"

A deep, cold chill rose up in Spiegel's back, and he chanced a glance behind him; Daria was catching up, and fast. The little Charmeleon had to do this just right. Ducking between a stranger's legs, he positioned himself right behind the redhead's legs, primed to jump. The Pewter City native was charging like a mad Tauros now, and it'd only be another few seconds. Had to time it just... right...

"CHARMELE!"

The fire lizard ducked and rolled to its right, opening Daria up to crash headlong into the taller of the pair of men. "WAAAH--"

The both of them were sent careening into the pavement, Daria rolling forward, off of him and flat onto her face.

"Aw... crap..." she muttered in a daze.

Matt attempted to keep calm as the strange, as of yet unnamed man began to guide him along. It had to be a new record: It had only taken seconds of the man's chatter and insulting lack of etiquette for the young trainer to regret his decision.

"Sooo-oooo what's your name? Where are you from? You here for the tournament? Why so gloomy?"

"Uh, M-Matt Seras, Violet City, um, I don't know? Gloomy?" It was all Matt could do to keep up with the rain of questions, let alone ask any of his own. Unable to escape the stranger's grasp, he found himself guided along Goldenrod's streets. No matter how much Matt dragged his feet, this guy just kept pushing him along.

Meanwhile, Ventus and Spike trailed along behind the pair, having been dislodged from their perches by the stranger's arm. Though the Pidgeotto was glad to have his potential foe trapped away, any gratitude the Pokemon might have felt was quickly displaced by his annoyance; Spike, on the other hand, was occupied by trying to simply keep up, dodging through legs and around other obstacles. He might have even fallen behind, lost in the crowd, had Ventus not swooped down and allowed the Cyndaquil to hop up onto his back.

A few minutes of inane questions and uncomfortable answers later, and Matt was about ready to, not so politely, excuse himself and get the hell out of there. Then, above the ceaseless sound of his "guide"'s voice, the lad was able to make out a shout, swiftly increasing in volume. "Yo, lunkhead! Stop where yer standing or I swear I'm gonna pound a shade of blue onto that red skin!"

Matt's eyes were drawn downwards as a Charmeleon suddenly darted out of the crowd beside him, the small dragon positioning itself in front of the red-head's legs. Then, just as quickly, his gaze snapped back upwards, as some kind of meteoric being burst from the throng of bodies, slamming into Matt's companion with all the force of a small truck. Letting out a startled yelp, Matt leaped backwards, banging his head into a wall as the stranger was awkwardly tackled by the new interloper, now clearly identifiable as a young women.

Ventus, sensing that they wouldn't be going anywhere for a time, swiftly landed, safely depositing Spike on the ground. Satisfied that his teammate and trainer weren't in any particular danger, the large bird offered the Charmeleon a questioning glance. "Piiiirrrrooo?"

Meanwhile, Matt finally sat back up, rubbing his head and staring at the tangle of limbs groaning in pain next to him. "Ummmm... are you guys alright?"

"GAH!"

Lee heard someone shout, he quickly ran towards where he heard this and saw duskull semi in the ground grasping a man's leg. Lee leaped at the man's leg from out of the crowd, but duskull was faster then him and already started flying away as lee landed on the ground infront of the man, but before duskull could get away he was struck by future sight. Lee grabbed duskulls pokeball and recalled him, he then got up and introduced himself to the man, while slightly out of breath 'H, I am lee, sorry about my duskull'.

Rupert was not having a good day. Then again he rarely did. His day had started with being violently shaken awake by a sailor right on the deck of the ferry. In his defence Rupert had not so much fallen asleep there as much as he had collapsed. Turn out that the sea life was never meant for him. The trip from Kanto had largely consisted of being seasick, feeling miserable and avoiding other trainers. Why were they all so eager to fight? Why couldn't they just all get along? Rupert just wanted this tournament business over with so he could go home.
Having gotten off the ferry, Rupert tried to pull himself together and find some place to stay. Oh god, what was he doing here? This was no life for him. A entirely new strange country? He had barely been outside Lavender Town in his life. And completely on his own? This was all going to end horribly. Of course it didn't help that his Haunter was refusing to enter his pokeball, flying just outside Rupert reach and simulating throwing up. He got the sinking feeling that Haunter was never going to let him forget that ferry trip.
"Hau hau hau haunter!" it laughed before making more belching noises.

Ryan hastily got off the bus, hoping this was his stop. The streetnames were foreign to him, as if they were out of another time. Once he and Mightyena got out, he tried gulping the fresh air before immediatly spitting it out again. The air was nothing like back home; it tasted badly. "How the hell can air taste bad?!" thought Ryan.
He didn't have much time to catch his breath though: after merely a few seconds of standing there he almost got run over by a byciclist. And then again by some kid running away from something. "The city isn't made for people like me."

No way Ryan would go back though. His parents and friends had pooled together their disposable wealth just so he could get here, and there wasn't a chance he would just go back after that.
He was leaning against a wall, trying to find out how to locate the nearest hotel, when Mightyena nudged him in the back. "Might... Might!" He barked, running off. Ryan follow him, knocking over some people while doing so. Mightyena stopped at a map, presumably of the city. "Good job buddy!" he said, trying to sound cheerfull. He wasn't though. This city was his dream. He wanted to become one of the best trainers ever, together with his mightyena, but as soon as he set foot in the city, he lost all hope. Pokemon twice his size where battling in the streets, cracking the sidewalk by merelying walking. There was no way he would best them in battle.

The map was hard to read, and the graffiti and dirt didn't make it easier. It was hopeless.
Ryan slowly followed the road, hoping he might find a Pokemon Centre he could sleep at. His Mightyena tried to nudge him back to the map, but without effect.

Deciding that the first place to check for a bed would be the local Pokemon Centre, Rupert began to make his way there. It was a slow and exceedingly awkward walk. His Haunter continued to float over his head, gleefully pretending to throw up in very vocal manner. Rupert was getting nervous, even more so than normal. The attention Haunter was drawing was the last thing he wanted. The unknown city looked to be full of trainers itching for a fight, and he didn't want a confrontation. Rupert just wanted to find a quiet room somewhere, get the tournament over with, and go home. He had barely finished the thought before he felt ashamed; the people back home were expecting him to do his best and Rupert did not want to disappoint.

Walking in this dapper mood, accompanied with hurling noises, Rupert turned a corner and froze on the spot. He had indeed found the Pokemon Centre; it was just a few streets away but he could see it from here already. The problem was that the aforementioned streets were littered with trainers. This was to be expected so near a Pokemon Centre but Rupert's social anxiety kicked in. Near him was a well-built young man with a rather intimidating Mightyena. Even Haunter stopped his antics at the sight of the dog-like Pokemon. A dark type; this was Haunter's natural predator.

"Nnnh... Did anyone see that Rhyhorn?"

Remy had actually been knocked out for a while after getting his spine re-arranged by the girl he now saw lying face down on the pavement with a proud looking Charmeleon beside her.

"Hey, you okay there miss? You really should be more careful. Not everyone here is as nice as I am."

Remy watched as the girl's Pokémon helped her up. Not every day you see a Charmeleon summon a Graveler out of a PokéBall... She was cute, in a rough, tomboy kind of way. Remy then turned towards his mark.

"You hurt, Matt Seras from Violet City? I know first aid, just 1,000P..."

"You hurt, Matt Seras from Violet City? I know first aid, just 1,000P..."

Shaking his head in response, Matt scrambled to his feet, muttering as he looked about apologetically, "No no, that's fine; I think I'm okay. Looks like you guys got the worst of it..."

It was with no small amount of relief that the nervous lad watched his guide and the girl rise to their feet, each wincing and looking somewhat sore, but otherwise alright. "That looked like it hurt. A lot."

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