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Re-read your story, Gabi. I'm really sorry, I rated your double battle as a single and you really do deserve more stamps than that in any case. I really don't know what came over me there at all. I'd say 22 is far more appropriate now you've shown me the criteria for rating battles. Can we put this down to me being the newb staff member and having learned from this particular mistake? ^^;;

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And how did this forum get into my sig?

Charizard04621

I'm going to need an extension for this scenario. >_<

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And how did this forum get into my sig?

TheBlueAvenger

***Jeff***

“Now, 99!”

“HiyaaAAAA!”

“Anzu! Watch out!”

“Oof!”

I was sitting on a park bench in one of Caledor’s many parks, watching Anzu, Kiva, 99, and Mercandos engage in a mock double battle. 99 and Mercandos had just unleashed their devastating Fireworks, an attack that involved the combination of Hidden Power and Thunderbolt. The attack in general was very hard to avoid or resist due to its long reach and type combination, but Kiva and Anzu were having a very good go at it.

“Anzu! Try your own Hidden Power!”

“You got it!”

“Quick, Merc, get out of the way!”

ZAP! “Aiaiaiai! …Ow… that smarts…”

“Hah! Take that, guys! Stick a fork in him, he’s done!”

“Hrrrgh… It’s not over yet! Watch… THIS!”

“No, Merc, not Metronome! You remember what happened last time…”

“I don’t care!”

“Hah! You call that powerful? That was only Splash!”

The spirits of all of my Pokemon had lifted considerably since the incident with the Crimson Blade. Kiva and Anzu, who normally trained only by themselves, had even deigned to play a match with Mercandos and 99. Groove Guy, a Sudowoodo, and Lady Bow, a Gastly, were sitting (or in Lady Bow’s case, hovering) next to me, watching intently. Groove Guy’s leg was tapping – he almost always had some unheard rhythm running through his mind, which probably explained his almost obsessive love of dancing. Lady Bow, on the other hand, was almost unmoving, except for the occasional blink. She usually acted very formal and proper, except when pulling the odd prank, and seemed to want to live up to the nickname I had given her. Lady Bow had even gone so far as to ask for some White Juice so she could resemble her namesake from the video game “Paper Mario”. At any rate, these six were the only Pokemon that came with me to the park – the other seven had opted to stay back near Sector Alpha.

“Now! Confusion!”

“Ah! Kiva! No!”

“It’s… up to you, Anzu…”

“Finish it, 99!”

“You got it!” KerZAP!

“AAH! No!”

“Heh, game and set. Winners: 99 and Mercandos! Good game, guys!”

As Merc and 99 walked over to Kiva and Anzu, I tossed a few Super Potions their way. Merc caught them and sprayed them onto the fallen comrades, and almost immediately, they sprang back to their feet. Kiva began to congratulate Mercandos and 99 on a good match, while Anzu nodded in assent. I made a mental note to tell Merc and 99 later that Fireworks would be illegal in real matches; I did not want my Pokemon getting kicked out of the Battle Tower over something as trivial as an attack.

***???***

“Sir! We have located the target!”

“Excellent. However, upon further inspection, the target is in too crowded of a location. We want as few witnesses as possible. Hold until the target moves to a more secluded area.”

“Yessir.”

“At any rate, are all the preparations done?”

“Yessir. We have all of the required equipment and everyone is in the appropriate position.”

“Good. The boss will reward us for this.”

***Jeff***

All of my Pokemon crowded around me as I stood up and stretched. “Hey guys, who’s up for a little walk?” I asked. Everyone agreed, except for Lady Bow, who claimed that she’d “rather float,” so we set off. Mercandos led us through the park, saying that he had been in this park on a number of occasions before I adopted him, and that he knew a really great place to eat the lunch I had packed.

“Wait ‘till you see it, guys,” Merc grinned. “It’s surrounded by trees, but you can still see the sky and soak up the sun. It’s full of lush green grass, and there are beautiful flowers and shrubs everywhere. And best of all, I don’t think anyone else knows about it! Nobody would be bothering us.”

“You must be careful with that, Merc,” Kiva said quietly. “Sometimes having people around is a good thing.”

Merc turned to stare at her. “Hold on. You, Miss Antisocial-to-anyone-outside-our-team-except-for-Tsunami, are telling me that having people around is a good thing? Wow, and here I thought I knew you.” He turned back around and continued walking.

“There are a lot of things people don’t know about me…” Kiva mumbled under her breath, but Mercandos didn’t hear her.

***

After about a half hour of walking, during which 99 regaled to us the best operating system to work with from the inside (none of us were taking him too seriously, as none of us could go inside a computer), Merc presented to us his “little slice of heaven,” as he started to call it. As soon as we saw it, we could immediately see why Merc was so worked up over this place: it was everything he had said it was and more. There were birds chirping from the branches of the trees, the flowers were fragrant but not obtrusive enough to be annoying, even the shrubs had plump, fresh berries on them. Mercandos sighed.

“Ah, I have such good memories of here,” he smiled. “Every so often, the people in charge of the adoption center would let us go out to this park to run around and play together. Even before you adopted us, Jeff, 99 and I stuck together.” Merc grinned again with a contended look on his face and fell back onto the grass.

“Heh, Merc, remember when that Misdreavus was out here with us and she ended up scaring off all the birds?” 99 asked.

“Ah yeah, good times, good times.”

“I must admit, guys,” Anzu began, “that this place is pretty good.” Kiva nodded. I sat down and pulled off my backpack.

“Who wants lunch?” I asked, reaching into my pack. It was at that moment that the world became very loud and very grey very fast. I could hear my Pokemon coughing.

“Hack… cough… what’s up with this smoke…? This… wheeze… isn’t a smoke bomb, is it?” 99 wheezed. “Merc, you… hack… okay?”

There was silence. “Merc?” 99 choked out again. Again, nobody answered him. Then I heard Lady Bow from above the smoke.

“Jeff! There is a whole squad of men in red! They have Mercandos!” My eyes widened and I dashed toward what I hoped would lead me out of the smog, pausing to grab my pack. When I cleared the smoke, I saw what Lady Bow had been describing: Several Crimson Blades were retreating into the trees, and one had grabbed Merc, unconscious, by the arm. I called Lady Bow down and pulled a TM from my bag.

“Use this on whatever Blade you find and bring him back here,” I told her. She nodded, and the TM burst open in a shower of dust. She flew off.

***Lady Bow***

The dust enveloped me, and I could feel a new power coursing through my blood. I flew off in pursuit of the Crimson Blade members, and before long, I could make out a bright red suit through the dense undergrowth. It helped not actually having to avoid the trees as they did. I quickened my pace to match the Blade nearest me. I flew in front of him and decided to try out the new power. I accessed the unfamiliar power flowing me, and suddenly my face contorted itself into a horrible, leering grin. The Blade stopped in his tracks with a look of sheer horror on his face. His black greasy hair fell into his eyes, but he made no move to brush it away.

“You and I,” I said through the sneer, “are going back to my trainer.”

I could not fault the Blade on his courage, for indeed, through his fear he managed to stutter, “Wh… wh… who’s going to make me?”

“I am,” I stated simply. Deep within me, a far more familiar power began to swell. And in a mere moment, the Sludge Bomb was hovering just past my mouth. “If you do not wish to be on the receiving end of this poisonous sludge, I suggest you do as I say.”

The Blade tried to say something, but his mouth, paralyzed by terror, would not cooperate. He just nodded and began to walk in the direction from which we had come.

***Jeff***

I was about to start breaking through the forest myself, when a very scared Crimson Blade stumbled through the trees, followed by a very smug Lady Bow. She disintegrated the Sludge Bomb she had been holding, but not before forcing the Blade to me.

“Y…y…you won’t leave this place alive!” cried the Blade as soon as Lady Bow dropped the bomb. He reached for a holster strapped around his waist. I snapped my fingers. Immediately, 99 and Anzu began to crackle with electric energy, Lady Bow charged another Sludge Bomb, Kiva started to summon water, and Groove Guy picked up a medium-sized boulder that happened to be conveniently sitting near where we were.

“I suggest you don’t do that,” I hissed. His hand froze, and then began to retreat from the holster. “Now,” I continued, “we’re going to play a little game called ‘pain management.’ For every question you don’t answer, you get to manage some pain.” The Blade gulped. “Where are your partners taking Mercandos?”

“Oh… is… is that what you’re calling her now…” the Blade mumbled. A flag went up in my mind. Mercandos could be described as several things, but female was not one of them. Nevertheless, I continued to listen to the Blade.

“My comrades are taking your Mr. Mime to a storehouse we have here in Caledor… I’m not allowed to tell you where, though…”

My Pokemon inched closer. “I think we’re long past the point of whether or not you’re allowed to do something,” I replied. “Now spill it!”

“Look, I’m sorry, but I just can’t!” the Blade cried. “I… I… I… can get you there though…”

“How?” I asked. I narrowed my eyes and the Blade recoiled.

“If… If I can get a Pokemon here to Teleport, I can get you there…”

“Do it. But try anything funny…” I gestured to my team.

“Okay! Okay!” The Blade tried his hardest to regain his composure. He rolled his sleeve up, revealing a small wrist communicator. He began to speak into it. “R-791 to base… I have hostages here; need transportation to stock house SB-140, Caledor…” He stopped talking and put his ear to the watch. A muffled voice spoke out of it, too quietly for us to hear. He started to speak again. “Roger. That estimated arrival is accepted.” He rolled his sleeve back down. “The transportation will be here in a few minutes. When they get here, um… you… you need to act like hostages.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “While we’re waiting, why don’t you tell me why your team is after Mercandos?”

The Blade nodded shakily. “A while back, Mr. DiAnnio had a Mr. Mime named Amethyst. Much like his Reaper, he was trying to twist her into a malevolent Pokemon, but she resisted. He kept her for a while, despite her repeated attempts to escape, over which time she more likely than not learned dangerous secrets about the inner workings of the Blades. However, at one point, Mr. DiAnnio, in one of his less sane fits, slammed her head in a door and kicked her out into a thunderstorm. We then gained intelligence that she had been adopted by another trainer. While Mr. DiAnnio did not care, some of his higher underlings decided that it would be a good idea to try and get Amethyst back, before she revealed anything.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And this relates to Mercandos how…?”

The Blade but his hand to his forehead. “Gah, are you dense!” Lady Bow moved closer with her Sludge Bomb. “R… r… right, Mercandos. We have reason to believe that your Mr. Mime and Amethyst are one and the same.”

I raised my other eyebrow. “Buddy, you dropped the ball. Mercandos is not Amethyst, by any stretch of the imagination. First of all, Mercandos is MALE.”

The Blade went white. “Oh crap… the higher-ups will not be happy…”

I squinted at him. “I’d stop worrying about what your superiors are going to do and instead worry about what I’m going to do to you if Mercandos doesn’t get back to me. Where is that transportation anyway?”

As if to answer my question, a bright flash lit up the area and when it subsided, a Gengar stood near the Blade. “These the hostages?” it asked in a gruff voice.

“Y… yes,” the Blade responded. The Gengar floated into the air and raised its arms.

“Prepare for imminent Teleportation,” the Gengar continued. A green aura surrounded me, my party, and the Blade, and then the world disappeared.

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When I was able to see again, I found myself standing in the doorway of a run-down, dirty building in one of the shadier parts of Caledor. The Blade was nowhere to be seen; presumably he had taken the first opportunity he had to split. Also, I noticed, all of my Pokemon were now in their Pokeballs. I sent them out again, and the forms of 99, Kiva, Anzu, Lady Bow, and Groove Guy appeared, looking rather startled.

“Okay, guys,” I whispered, “We’re in one of the Blades’ storage facilities. As such, the place is likely swarming with Blades. So stay stealthy, okay?” Everyone nodded. “Good. Now, I want 99 to come with me. Kiva and Anzu, go check out the second floor; Groove Guy and Lady Bow, the basement. Clear?” Everyone nodded again and we split up. Kiva, Anzu, Groove Guy, and Lady Bow all went for the staircase, while 99 and I walked toward the door on the other side of the room.

As soon as we entered the new room, we could tell that this place wasn’t used very often. I could see their point for not using a warehouse smack dab in the center of the town of Dragon Tamers headquarters, but I was expecting more activity than what I saw. Boxes and crates were strewn across the floor, dusty and cracked with age. Cobwebs hung from almost every available surface, and the only light filtered through a window colored brown with dirt. Then I heard a voice.

“No… no… not again…” a frail voice called out from behind a crate. I silently moved over towards the source, 99 following in my wake. I peeked over the edge, and an aged and feeble Meowth met my eyes; it was asleep and obviously having a nightmare. Its fur was covered in lacerations and burns; it had apparently been mistreated for quite some time. I stepped back and, to my horror, accidentally stepped on a piece of wood. It cracked, very loudly, under my feet. The Meowth jolted awake, screaming.

“NO! Don’t hurt me again!” It froze, turned to me, and blinked. “Now there’s…” it wheezed, “a face I haven’t seen in ages.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked. “You know me?”

“I should say so…” the Meowth groaned. “And I’m glad… that I got to see you again before I… passed on.” It lowered its head. “I’m shocked, though… that you don’t remember me, Jeff.” It paused. “Or… should I say… Bluesy?”

A shiver ran down my spine. “…You can’t be… Jake?!”

“In the… flesh.”

Tears started to form in my eyes. “But how… how are you here? Who’s been hurting you?”

“Remember that day I disappeared? Some strange men were… in the valley that day, looking for… what did they say? ... A location for a new base. They saw me and I saw them… rather than have me risk their cover, they kidnapped me. And I was never able to escape from them. They beat me so much… I can barely move…”

I picked up Jake and hugged him. “Don’t worry, Jake, I’m here for you. I’ll help you get out of here.”

Jake grinned slightly. “Thanks, Jeff…. But I’m afraid I won’t be here for you much longer. Look… see where I was sleeping?” I looked down at the ground, and there was a Pokemon egg sitting there. “I want you to take that egg. I found it in this storehouse not too long ago – presumably, it was lifted from a breeding center. I would not be able to take care of it.” I knelt down and picked up the egg. Its heat radiated outwards from it, creating a pleasant warmth against my hands. Jake climbed from my arms back to the ground.

“Why are you staying here?” I asked quietly, although I feared I already knew the answer. “You can come with me, and…” The tears began to fall down my face.

“Jeff, I appreciate the offer…. But I can’t. My time is almost up… look at me. Just… stay the good-natured boy I once knew, okay? And… take… care of the… egg…” Jake went limp and did not say any more. Outside, thunder rumbled and it began to pour rain. I knelt by him and began to weep even more openly, not just for a friend, but for the best friend I had ever had.

***

After about an hour, I stood back up. The tears were still running down my face, but I was able to move. I picked up the egg, and to my surprise, it was wiggling. The eggshell began to fracture and pieces of it began to fall off. Soon, most of the egg was gone, and staring up at me from my hands was a small Meowth, with black fur and yellow eyes. It mewed and tried to lick my arm.

I smiled through the tears and looked out the window, where the storm still was unleashing itself against Caledor. Then a name hit me. “Raini… Raini the Meowth…”

***Groove Guy***

Lady Bow and I descended the stairs. The darkness rose against us like the ocean would rise against the beach, and a smell that could only be described as pure evil assaulted us. I felt the wall, found a switch, and flipped it. As soon as the light went on, we could see why this place felt wrong.

It was an old Pokemon genetics lab.

Obviously it had fallen out of use some time ago, but some of the equipment was still alive and sparking. Tubes full of an unknown liquid lined the wall. There were even a few cages still stacked against the wall. Then we heard a noise that chilled us to the bone. Footsteps. We turned to hide, but the door on the opposite side of the room burst open, revealing a man in a dull red lab coat. He wore red sunglasses, had a small goatee, and had a mop of spiky red hair. He immediately spotted us.

“Intruders, hmm? I bet there are more of you than just a Gastly and a Sudowoodo. I’d better go head off any other attempts.” He pushed his glasses back up his nose and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Lady Bow and I glanced at each other. Suddenly, the door burst open again, and the man reentered.

“Thought I was done with you, eh?” he asked. “Hmmm… what would be the best way to dispose of you…?” He snapped his fingers and pulled a Pokeball from inside one of his pockets. It, like the rest of him, was colored entirely red. “This’ll do. Skarred! Let’s go!” He tossed the Pokeball to the ground and from it appeared a massive, glistening Skarmory. “Skarred! You know what to do!” The metal bird nodded, and the man in red left the room. The Skarmory flew over to us and hissed.

Lady Bow glared at it. She flew at it, but the Skarmory merely extended a wing, knocking the ghost back and effectively knocking her unconscious. I squinted at it.

“How dare you do that to my friend?” I growled. The Skarmory only leered, and then jumped at me.

***Battle! Groove Guy (level 5 Sudowoodo) versus the Blade Scientist’s Skarred (level 5 Skarmory)!***

I nimbly sidestepped it as it flew past me. It landed again and glared at me. I continued to move my feet, glad that all of my dancing had finally come in handy. Skarred extended its wings again and swooped once more. Just like the first time, I sidestepped it. It landed and hissed. I grinned at it in an effort to make it even more blinded by rage.

“I’m feeling the rhythm~! ♪” I hummed, which served to make Skarred even more angry. It opened its mouth and shot several spikes at me, but due to its rage, it missed with a lot of them. I skirted aside the few spikes that were shot near me. “All of your moves are in slow motion… ♪” I hummed again. The Skarmory fumed, and this time, it flew straight at me with such speed that I couldn’t dodge. It slammed its wing into me, and I tumbled backwards into a pile of crates. The Skarmory sneered.

I picked myself up out of the boxes and glowered at the bird. “So, you do have some fight in you…” I mumbled. I outstretched my arms and a purple aura enveloped them. A series of purple orbs, each about half the size of my own green orbs, appeared in my hands. I began to juggle them in the air. “Well, then, let’s see how you like this!” I began to chuck the orbs at Skarmory. They splattered into sludgy ooze on contact, but Skarmory didn’t even flinch; instead it only grinned.

“You fool,” it hissed. “I’m steel. That was a poison attack. Don’t you know anything?” Before I could answer, it opened its mouth again and shot a volley of stars at me. I tried to jump out of the way, but the stars followed my movements and rammed into me. Each star didn’t hurt very much, but combined, they packed a punch. “Eh heh heh heh heh…” it laughed. “How do you like that Swift? Stylish? Cool?”

“Heh, you’re a showman,” I growled. “You’re not the only showman here, though… I guess I have to… pick up the rhythm! ♪” I backed up to the crates I fell over earlier and picked one of them up. After holding it over my head for a moment, I hurled it at Skarred. It didn’t react fast enough, and the crate busted open on contact. From it spilled several unusual items, including what looked like a couple of laser guns, a few cartons of eggs, and about a dozen Pokeballs. I paused and looked at the assortment… I had known that the Blades weren’t exactly the most mentally stable of groups and this scientist probably wasn’t all sane either, but this was just weird.

I returned my attention to Skarred, who was sparking in a most unpleasant manner. Before I could do anything, it zapped me with an electric bolt. “Heh… I guess you can’t handle my Hidden Power, huh?” Then, much like the Hidden Power had, an idea struck me. I outstretched my arms again, and this time, bright white energy began to flow from Skarred to me. “Hey! What are you doing?” it yelled.

I merely grinned. “I’m gonna make you feel the rhythm, too… ♪” I began to charge electrical energy. The Skarmory looked at me with an odd expression on its face.

“How… are you using electric attacks? …Wait. No. You can’t have used Mimic?” it asked. I did not respond; instead, I just released the electrical energy stored inside me. It flew towards Skarred in one bolt and struck heavily, like the lightning striking outside. Skarred fell over, sizzling, only saying, “No… how could you land such a powerful blow on me… you’re just a Sudowoodo… I have the advantage…”

I walked over and stood in front of it. “At the risk of sounding clichéd, that is the power of my rhythm.” I moved back and grabbed Lady Bow the best I could, and then started walking back upstairs.

***Battle over! Groove Guy wins and grows to level 6!***

***Jeff***

After a long search, 99, Raini, and I still could not find Mercandos. We did, however, stumble across a storeroom of TMs; Raini accidentally opened a Hidden Power TM and gained herself a Psychic Hidden Power attack. I picked up one for myself: I figured a Dragon Claw TM would come in handy at some point. We decided to stumble back to the lobby and await the rest of my team. To my surprise, Groove Guy was already there, waiting with an unconscious Lady Bow. I pulled open my bag, withdrew a Revive, and sprayed it on Lady Bow; she instantly jumped back to consciousness. I asked Groove Guy what had happened.

“There was this weird scientist guy dressed all in red – I’m not entirely certain he was sane – and he made us fight this Skarmory while he went off to ward off the ‘other intruders,’ as he said. We won, though.” Content not to say any more, Groove Guy just stood there and hummed, rocking back and forth.

At that moment, Kiva and Anzu ran into the room as well. Anzu walked up to me. “Jeff, we found this crazy weird red science dude upstairs! We tried to get some information out of him, but all he said was that the Blades with Merc were long gone.”

I cursed under my breath. “Let’s go, guys,” I started, “We need to get back to Sector Alpha and find out where we might find other Blade bases.” The team nodded in agreement, and we took off running.

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Extensions granted to Amy and Shonta. I'll try sitting down and doing some rating tonight so bear with me, Jeff and Chris. Meanwhile, here's my RBG.
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As she walked through the endless plains of northern Caledor Rhiannon had plenty of time to reflect on why she always seemed so insistent on making things harder for herself than they absolutely had to be. Take now, for instance. She had a mission in mind. She had an idea of her destination. Hell, she even knew closer locations than she was at the minute that would have been child's play to warp to. So why was she being so stubborn about making this some sort of great pilgrimage? Maybe it was the guilt of being unable to stop Reaper during the Salamence's last vicious assault on Ulthuan. Yes, that must have been it. She had always been powerless against Reaper. She could exploit Rhiannon's weaknesses better than any other. Hell, last time they had clashed the Salamence had somehow worked out how to trigger Rhiannon's shifts in personality. No, she couldn't have helped. So why did she still feel like she ought to have done?
"I haven't seen you around these parts before." It was a fact of life that wherever there was civilisation there would be members of the more intelligent pokémon races trying to recreate the wonders of the city in an almost comical manner. In this particular case the Jolteon had stumbled across an imitation snack bar, a chirpy-looking Mr. Mime sat behind a roughly hewn stone counter and a cheery fire crackling behind him. Rhiannon looked around. The place was located in the middle of a small copse of trees. Just enough shelter to protect from the elements, open enough to allow for a grand view of all around. Sat at the counter were a motley collection of sullen pokémon – a Poochyena, a Pikachu and a Magmar to be exact. "Then again, we get all sorts here. Can I get you anything, Miss? Our suppliers just got a fresh batch of stuff in from the city."
"If you have any tea or chocolate that'd be lovely," Rhiannon nodded. "Failing that whatever you recommend. We just need to stop for a break."
"Oh, travelling are you? Going anywhere nice?"
"Yvresse, if you must know. We've an old friend there we've been meaning to visit for a long time."
"Nice. Bit of a way though, isn't it?" The Mr. Mime rummaged behind his counter before pulling out a bottle triumphantly. "Sorry. We've no actual tea, but will iced tea do?"
"That'd be great." The resourcefulness of these wild pokémon never ceased to amaze Rhiannon. Those cast out from the city life often went to ridiculous lengths to recapture it. She had seen many such wonders in her time. Old pets of lifeguards who spent their lives still patrolling beaches. Partners of successful businessmen who made a cushy life for themselves trading resources between areas. And no doubt this Mr. Mime had once been the partner of a café owner at one time. "Yes, we know Yvresse is quite a way away. We had plenty of options when it came to getting there. We just felt like doing things the ward way." Rhiannon took a lick at the bowl that was placed out before her and tried hard to stop herself from making a face. Funny how a few months of being fed by Sindel suddenly made cheap, commercial nonsense like bottled iced tea taste rather bland. This wasn't a patch on the hand-made iced tea the Alakazam would make her on those rare occasions when Sindel hadn't taken on too much at once and was stressing about it. Still, it was better than nothing and the Jolteon had been forced to exist on far worse in the past.
"Well, fair enough. You just took me a little by surprise, is all. Your species isn't exactly a common sight in the wild, you know. Eevees make great pets, their evolutions make great fighters and all... thought most of you guys had been snapped up by humans ages ago."
"We had," Rhiannon smiled mirthlessly. "We have a home we could go back to if we so chose. WE... well, we have to do something first."
"Ah, a runaway, eh?" the Mr. Mime chuckled. His mirth stopped, however, when he noticed the look in Rhiannon's eye. That look that was a combination of sorrow and determination. That look that could have broken the hearts of all who gazed upon it.
"No," Rhiannon finally mouthed after bending her head to take another lap at her iced tea. "We could never do that. Our problems, no matter how grim, we face. No, we move because we can help someone for once. We move because those we care about will fall unless we do something. Now if you'll excuse us..." Here the Jolteon finished her drink and bowed politely to the Mr. Mime. "...we really must be pressing on. Many thanks for the drink." With this Rhiannon padded her way silently out of the copse to press onwards. She knew where she was going. And she was pretty confident in her speed. With a decent amount of luck she would be in Yvresse by the following nightfall.

Sadly luck seemed to be in short supply on that particular evening. Rhiannon had hardly made ten minutes headway through the scrubland when a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey." Cautiously the Jolteon turned her head to see the Poochyena who had been in the pseudo snack bar regarding her with a curiously innocent expression. "You going so soon?"
"We have business to attend to," Rhiannon snorted, turning away from the Dark type again for a moment and then thinking better of it and returning her attention to the little pokémon. "Why did you follow us?"
"Dunno," the Poochyena shrugged. "There's something about you, I guess. You seem the sort who has loads of adventures." Rhiannon shook her head in bemusement. Was this creature for real?
"That's one way of putting it, we suppose," she conceded finally.
"Yeah. Anyway, it's really boring around here. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go, just hanging around that stupid little place every day... I heard you were heading to Yvresse, is that right?"
"Correct. And we're in a hurry."
"What are you gonna do when you get there?" Although Rhiannon was trying very hard to walk away from the Poochyena he simply didn't seem to be able to take a hint! He simply strolled over after her, through the ever-darkening grasses. The only way she was going to lose him was to break into a full sprint, it seemed. And as much as it galled the Jolteon to admit it, it was kind of nice to be able to talk to somebody, even a relatively simple creature such as this. For now she could afford to humour him.
"Save the realm, we're hoping," she finally said. "Our friends are threatened, and we have a plan to save them. A risky one, but our best option at this time." Now Rhiannon was talking mostly for her own benefit. "Certainly he's less than trustworthy but we're fast running out of options."
"Who is?"
"An old... acquaintance."
"Oh." Finally the Poochyena fell silent and for a moment Rhiannon became convinced that he had given up on doggedly following her. But a cursory glance towards her rear told otherwise. He was still there, alright! Just apparently lost in thought, his big eyes furrowed in something approaching a frown. "What's your name?" he finally asked.
"Rhiannon. And yours?"
"I'm called Saul. Nice to meet you, Rhiannon!" The Poochyena beamed in a manner that was impossible to dislike. No matter how irritating his sudden interest might have been.
"The pleasure's all ours," the Jolteon bowed politely. "Now if you'll excuse us..."
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Rhiannon was momentarily thrown.
"Talk about yourself like you're a group. It's weird." Rhiannon chuckled to herself. If nothing else she had to admire this creature's honesty!
"We're weirder than we let on, you know," she chuckled. "Do you not have a home to be going to, by the way?"
"Nope. I go where I please," Saul beamed. "Right now I think I might like to go to Yvresse. I've never been there before."
"Any particular reason?"
"Nope!" the Poochyena beamed in a manner that wouldn't have looked out of place on Megan. "Other than I want to see somewhere new, you're going somewhere new and... heck, you're interesting and really pretty as well. That's good enough for me."
"We're not going to get rid of you, are we?" Rhiannon sighed, admitting defeat. "Short of taking off at full speed, that is. Fine. If you're so determined to come with us then you should consider the fact we'll be needing to bed down for the night soon. You're a local, wild pokémon. Surely you know of some place sheltered that we can rest?" Sure, Rhiannon had never really needed shelter, at least not from predators. The only ones higher on the food chain than her, after all, were Reaper and Abbadon. But that didn't stop her from craving at least a little comfort.
"Oh, sure! I can show you just the place! Follow me!" Saul took off with a decided spring in his step, leaving Rhiannon to simply shake her head in mock despair. She had originally hoped that this was going to be a simple task. But who was she kidding? In this life nothing was simple. She just had to deal with the setbacks as best as she could, that was all.

As it happened Saul's idea of shelter was far more comfortable than Rhiannon had been expecting. The Poochyena had let her further and further away from Sector Alpha, so far from the path she was familiar with that the Jolteon did end up wondering if her new travelling companion had a clue what he was doing. Fortunately once his plan became apparent she found herself grateful for his assistance. For he had led her to what appeared to be a small shack in the middle of the grasslands. A small wooden affair that, whilst it had obviously seen better days, was clearly going to provide a far better place to rest than any cave or copse or other random nook or cranny that could be used to curl up in.
"This is abandoned, we take it?" Rhiannon asked, circling the shack several times to make sure it posed no threat to her. Paranoid? Maybe. But when you had a past as eventful as Rhiannon's you couldn't afford to leave anything to chance. The skeletons in the closet had a rather nasty habit of coming back to life again. The whole business with Reaper was proof enough of that.
"Sure thing! Been empty for as long as I can remember. Nowadays the local pokémon just use it to crash in if they need somewhere to stay that's a little secure or warm, you know? Come on, it's quite safe. Look, I'll show you if you like." Without so much as pausing to check if Rhiannon was okay with this plan Saul pushed the wooden door open with his nose. The shack, mercifully, was deserted. Inside it was a remarkably cozy little place, in fact it reminded Rhiannon of the wooden shacks in the Blizzard Room of the Unicorn Games training grounds. Only messier, obviously. The little rug in front of the empty fireplace was threadbare and dirty. The windows set into the wooden framework of the building were filthy and covered in cobwebs. The bed in the far end of the little livng space had clearly not been made in years. And everything was in a total state of disarray. Evidently this place had been lotted a long time ago. But at least it was shelter. Compared to the trials of life in the wild this was the equivalent of a four star hotel. "See?" Saul beamed.
"We have to admit, we're impressed." Rhiannon slowly paced inside, looking all about her with suspicion. "Do you suppose the water and gas supply still works?" The Jolteon's eyes had alighted upon a tiny kitchen unit in one corner. Not much, just a sink and an antiquated stove. But if they worked... well, things were going to be looking up for the pokémon, weren't they?
"Dunno. Don't really know how to check to be honest," Saul admitted sheepishly. "Neither of us can work taps and dials and stuff anyway, can we?"
"You'd be surprised." Carefully Rhiannon hopped up onto the side and cast her remarkable powers out to the rusty taps. For a moment nothing happened. And then they turned, complaining noisily at first but soon getting used to their operation after the first few seconds. With this came the most welcome sound of gushing water. "Excellent!" A broad smile crossed Rhiannon's face. "You just wait here for a second, okay? I gotta go pick up some stuff. If we're gonna be here for a while we might as well enjoy ourselves, right?"

As it turned out Rhiannon had returned with a small wicker basket loaded with goodies. Chocolates and cakes and berries frosted with sugar, sausages and poultry slices and freshly baked pasties. And teabags, or course. Plenty of teabags, plus a little tin kettle to boil water in. It was enough to bring tears to Saul's eyes, the Poochyena being so used to a life in the wild he had forgotten all about such treats.
"How did you get all this?" he asked, awestruck.
"I had to nip back home for a second and they insisted," Rhiannon grinned sheepishly, neglecting to mention that all aside from Tsuyoi had been asleep at the time and she had been forced to pretty much steal the food, the giant demon wolf not really doing much to stop her aside from comment 'it really does take the fun away from a test of your survival skills when you can just teleport back home every time you run out of teabags, doesn't it?'. So the two tucked in to a feast to commemorate what would probably be one of their only chances to truly relax on their journey. Saul seemed to gorge himself on anything that presented itself, whereas Rhiannon showed typical lack of restraint when it came to anything that contained even the slightest particle of sugar. And tea, of course. The Jolteon had been sure to bring a good supply of peppermint tea and others that didn't require milk. Sure, the stove didn't work but it was no big deal to conjure up a small fire and boil water over that.
"It's my Hidden Power," Rhiannon had explained in response to the odd look Saul had given her when she had pulled that particular stunt. Of course it was nothing of the sort. Her Hidden Power was of the Grass type, just like her brother's. But it was a far easier explanation that getting into the particulars of why she could use sorcery. Besides, the Poochyena seemed satisfied with that. And so the two ate and drank until late into the night, all cares and worries gone, at least for a few hours.
"Why you staring out of the window?" By now it was two in the morning and both pokémon were getting especially drowsy. Well, Saul was, at any rate. Rhiannon could and often did stay up for days at a time without feeling any adverse affects.
"Just looking at the stars," Rhiannon smiled at her friend before returning her gaze back to the clear night sky. "They're so pretty, don't you think? Like diamonds glittering up in the sky. And yet they're so far out of reach. We can try and try all we like to grasp at them and we'll never manage it." The Jolteon smiled a sad smile,a tear forming in her eye. "It's heartbreaking to have something that beautiful so far out of your reach. Something that you can see every day if you want to but you can't actually grasp and hold close to you as much as you long to. I like to think that the stars might the the souls of those close to us, you know, and they're watching down on us and giving us their protection. But... but sometimes I wonder if the stars long to be down here as much as we long to be up in the skies with them, you know? I guess we'll never know, will we, Saul?" No response. "Saul?" Rhiannon turned to see the Poochyena asleep on the cold wooden floor, snoring quietly with a look of blissful ignorance upon his face. "Heh. Poor Saul. Guess I kept you up too late, didn't I?" Quickly she hopped down from her position perched in front of the window, grabbed a tattered blanket and carefully dragged it over the slumbering body of her new friend. "Night night, Saul. We'll play some more in the morning. Sleep well." Quickly the Jolteon bent over and kissed the forehead of her companion before heading back to her stargazing. True, life could sometimes deal you some bad hands. But it could also deal some good ones, too. You just had to take it as it came.

"Rhiannon! Rhiannon, wake up!" A near hysterical voice dragged the Jolteon from the depths of her subconsciousness. She had been having such a nice dream, too! A dream of a time long ago, when all there was to worry about in the world was whether she could avoid the attempts of her two brothers to pounce on her, when her entire world was a single cramped room and a handful of family members. In some ways she preferred that life. Sure, she had been a helpless pup back then, whereas nowadays very few had more potential to carve their own destiny, but it was the sheer simplicity of life as a normal pokémon that she missed. No getting dragged into large-scale battles between supernatural forces. No having to make decisions over life and death that should have been left to the fickle Gods that watched over the land. No having to trek halfway across Ulthuan in order to gain the help of a creature she wasn't even sure she could bring herself to trust. And no getting her heart broken. Again and again and again. "Rhiannon!" Again that plaintive wail that finally forced her to open her eyes. Groggily she looked down to find the blanket underneath her head was wet with tears. "Come here, quick!"
"What is it, Saul?" The Jolteon quickly rose from her prone position, any traces of emotion still within her quickly suppressed until a better time to unleash them arose. Quickly she trotted over to where her Poochyena friend was hopping up and down at the window, clearly agitated. "What's wrong?" Cautiously she propped her front limbs up against the wall and raised her head to get a better look at what was going on in the outside world. And discovered a sight that sickened her to the core. A small group of jeering pokémon all crowded round a small bundle of reddish-brown fur, repeatedly booting it backwards and forwards between them. A sudden rage flared up within Rhiannon as she watched this appalling spectacle. How could any pokémon be so cruel to another?
"Rhiannon, they're really hurting that Eevee out there!" Saul cried. "Rhiannon, what are we gonna do?" The Poochyena turned to his companion. His eyes widened in surprise. "Rhiannon?" The Jolteon seemed to have already disappeared.

"That's quite enough of that." Rhiannon regarded the small group of pokémon with contempt, looking each irritated creature directly in the eye and noting with no small satisfaction that not a single one could hold her gaze for more than a second. It was a motley crew, all things told. A Machop, an Electabuzz, a Kadabra and a Castform. None seemed too thrilled with this latest interruption to their sick little game. "Don't you think you've made whatever moronic point you were trying to make?"
"Shut up!" The Electabuzz suddenly yelled angrily. "This is none of your business!"
"We're making it our business. Don't you think there's been enough violence lately?" Rhiannon's eyes narrowed. "We've a proposition for you. Leave now and..."
"And what?"
"...and you're guaranteed to go in one piece." Rhiannon's eyes narrowed, a fire in her eyes that very few in the past had ever lived to describe. The last time she had felt this angry... well, she didn't like to think about that much. It was the source of one of her more profound regrets, another soul-destroying moment that had helped to ease her transition from pokémon to devil. The Electabuzz wasn't to know any of this, however. Maybe if it had it would have given up there and then. As it was it just stared at her with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
"Well, don't you like to talk tough?" it smirked finally. "Yang, teach her a lesson."
"Certainly." The Kadabra stepped forward, it's eyes glowing brightly. Suddenly a bright beam of pure white energy shot forth from its eyes and struck Rhiannon hard. Only there was no loud crash. There was no collision of any sort. The Psybeam attack just seemed to sink straight into the Jolteon's skin. "What?" the Psychic type gasped in shock.
"Oh, it gets better, believe me." A dark substance began to waft from beneath Rhiannon's paws, spreading up wards and outward until it was a large cloud of ethereal smog shooting towards the Kadabra. A cloud of fog that was taking a barely-defined shape, a wisping ghost of a Sandslash charging straight for the pokémon.
"For my Lady!" a cry was heard from somewhere in the distance. And then the apparation pounced, its shadowy form seeming to leap directly into the Kadabra. The pokémon staggered backwards, obviously in shock. It teetered backwards and forwards for a few agonising seconds. And then it fell face down on the ground, unconscious. There was a collective gasp from the other pokémon in the group who, for some strange reason, seemed to have forgotten all about the Eevee they had been tormenting. Slowly they began to back away from Rhiannon, who by now seemed to be emanating a faint green smoke.
"Now. We repeat. Leave now and we will let you go unharmed."
"Screw you!" the Electabuzz screamed. "Canon, destroy her before she pulls another trick like that!" At this point the Castform slowly floated its way over towards Rhiannon. The Jolteon's eyes narrowed. So they were that determined to pick a fight, were they? Well, a fight she was more than happy to give to them.

FIGHT!!! L10 Jolteon v L10 Castform!

"Well then." Rhiannon glared at the strange-looking pokémon in front of her. Of course it was going to be child's play to defeat the likes of this. But she wanted to make an example of this one. It wasn't going to be allowed the mercy of a one hit knockout. "We know how your type operates."
"So?" the Castform sniffed haughtily.
"So then get on with your climate changing," Rhiannon replied icily. "We'd like you to have at least a slight chance, after all."
"You won't be so cocky once I've ground you to a pulp!" the little creature roared with surprising ferocity considering its size. It glared at Rhiannon for a moment, seemingly lost in concentration. All of a sudden the skies above the two pokémon began to clear, the sun shining brightly down upon the combatants. And as the first rays of the morning sun touched the Castform a most peculiar thing happened. The odd little pokémon seemed to alter somehow, a slight frill surrounding its head that made its face look something like the sun and its colouration shifting accordingly. In all honestly the pokémon looked rather ridiculous in Rhiannon's eyes. "Now prepare for the beating of your life!" Suddenly the little creature spat out a quite impressively-sized ball of flame in Rhiannon's direction. A textbook Ember that would have caught most regular opponents full on even though the Jolteon had very little problem in sidestepping the attack. "Take this! And this! And this!" Again and again the Castform spat out Ember attacks. Again and again Rhiannon nimbly dodged. The two pokémon were locked in this loop for quite some time, a bizarre dance where victory would only go to the one who completed the steps to perfection. Or to the one who tired of this game first.
"We have better things to be doing than wasting our times on the likes of you!" Rhiannon roared suddenly, planting all four paws on the ground and taking the full impact of her opponent's next attack. Just for show, obviously. When you were once a general in a demonic army intimidation tended to come naturally. "Is that the best you can do?"
"What???" The Castform seemed rather flustered. It had at least expected its attack to bother Rhiannon a little!
"As we suspected. You're weak. All bullies are weak. They just mask their weakness behind intimidation. But you've gravely slipped up this time. Allow us to demonstrate what true power really is!" Electrical sparks began to gather around the Jolteon, her yellow fur jutting out even more than usual as the static within her body grew to even greater levels than normal. And with a load cry of anger Rhiannon expelled all of this energy in a ferocious Thunderbolt that flew straight at the Castform and passed into its body, causing the pokémon to scream out loud in pain as the electrical attack did its damage. Things didn't look good for the little pokémon at all.

"Why that little..." The Electabuzz on the sidelines, clearly the self-appointed leader of the ever dwindling mob, was beside himself with fury. He knew in his heart of hearts that he should have just left when he was first given the chance. No normal pokémon made offers such as that! But no, he had stayed. And his group would have to see this through to the end. "We'll show her! Hogan, get in there and help!" No response from the Machop of the group. "H...Hogan???" The Electabuzz turned to see a scared-looking Machop fallen on his back and encased totally in a block of ice, a small Eevee perched upon the ice washing itself without a care in the world.
"Oh, you finally noticed, did you?" Finally the Eevee paused to regard the Electabuzz with contempt. "He's only been that way since the start of the battle. Oh, and by the way, it really is poor form to jump a pokémon like that just because they won't play along with your stupidity."
"You shut your mouth now, or I'll..." The Eevee's eyes flashed green for a moment and all of a sudden the Electric type found himself being tripped by ridiculously growing blades of grass that snaked around his ankles like vines.
"You'll what?" it asked with genuine curiosity. "Fall on your face? I'm sorry, forgive me for not quaking in my boots."
"That does it!" the Electabuzz yelled, leaping to his feet. "I'll..." A pale blue flash in the eyes of the Eevee this time. And this time the Electabuzz found himself having to stop short just a fraction away from the point of a jagged spear of ice whose tip was aimed directly at his throat. "W...what are you?"
"Now now, that's the wrong question! Try again!" By now the Eevee had made its way to the tip of the bizarre ice structure and was peering down at its opponent critically.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that question's too easy. I'm an Eevee. Next!"
"Alright already! Who are you?"
"Better! See, it's so much easier if you play along. They call me Enigma," the Eevee smirked. "And you've really picked the wrong pokémon to bully, buster." The eyes were now glowing a bright red. The Electabuzz had no idea what the colour coding meant. But whatever it was he was quite certain it wasn't going to be beneficial in any way.

Back in an area all of ten seconds away from where Enigma was teaching a hapless fool a lesson, Rhiannon was doing some instructing of her own. The poor Castform couldn't seem to land a single hit on her. No matter which of its forms it tried, no matter which attacks it threw at her, nothing seemed to slow Rhiannon down at all. By now it was more tired from sheer exertion than from any punishment the Jolteon had dished out! In fact on that score Rhiannon was hardly really trying. Her Thunderbolt had done enough damage on its own. Another half decent hit would have probably taken her opponent out. And that would never have done. Not if she wanted to teach it a proper lesson.
"How does it feel?" she snarled as she avoided yet another attempt at an Ember. "To know you're being toyed with? To know that you're just going to get hurt in the end? Is it fun?"
"Shut up!" The Castform was practically in tears by now. Rhiannon certainly knew her psychological warfare! "I didn't think, okay? I didn't think! I'm sorry! Just leave me alone!"
"That was all we wanted to hear. Now go." Rhiannon finally ground to a halt and fixed her opponent with a curious expression upon her face. "We've had more than enough of violence for one day and you are nothing but a distraction anyway." For a moment it appeared as if the Castform really was going to leave. But then it seemed to think better of it, whirling around and spitting another Ember in the Jolteon's direction.
"SUCKER!!!" it yelled vehemently as it spat out the ball of flame.
"You still don't get it, do you?" Rhiannon sighed, shaking her head sadly as she hopped nimbly out of the way with apparent ease. "We suppose there's no hope for you then. So be it. This battle ends now!" Again the air around Rhiannon seemed to crackle with electrical energy. And again that energy built up into what eventually became a huge arc of lightning that snaked towards the Castform and struck it with devastating accuracy. The odd pokémon gave a startled cry of pain and dropped straight out of the sky, this latest assault too much for its body to take. Rhiannon's peculiar brand of justice, it seemed, had won the day.

Rhiannon wins!
Rhiannon grew to L11!

"Nicely done, my Lady," A sincerely approving voice greeted Rhiannon as she stepped away from the battle with an odd mixture of satisfaction and revulsion. A chill shuddered down the Jolteon's spine. How many creatures on this planet referred to her as Lady? Very few. And even fewer who would use the term so deliberately. Slowly she turned, half expecting to see some old phantom from her past staring her in the face. But all she was greeted with was the sight of a small Eevee with a bright red ruff of fur perched upon the unconscious body of an Electabuzz without a care in the world. Which in some ways was possibly even worse. "Don't you remember me, Rhiannon? The secret lab? Your Gastly friend was a pretty good battler, you know. If I hadn't been trying to lose I'd have probably had to use my full strength to fend him off." At this point the Eevee hopped over to Rhiannon and beamed perkily into her face.
"Enigma, wasn't it?" Finally the penny dropped! "What are you doing here?"
"I've just as much right to be here as you have!" the Eevee chuckled. "I was just passing through and got into a bit of a scrape with the local ruffians. Terrible business."
"I noticed. What did you mean by calling me 'my Lady' though?"
"Well..." Here Enigma sidled even closed to Rhiannon so that the Eevee's voice could be heard quite clearly even though it had dropped to a sly whisper. "Who hasn't heard of Lady Rhiannon, eh? My mutations are very handy and all but they're not a patch on the gifts you've been given, are they?" Rhiannon gave a start at these words, backing away from the Eevee rather quickly.
"What do you know?" she gasped.
"Enough," came the suitably mysterious reply.
"Hey! Rhiannon!" The Jolteon was saved from any further conversation by Saul, who by now was scampering over to the two pokémon with a look of wonder in his eyes. "Wow, you were awesome! I wish I were as strong as you! Do you think you could teach me how to fight like that? Do you? Do you?" The Poochyena finally ground to a halt near Rhiannon and then looked backwards and forwards between Rhiannon and Enigma, neither of whom seemed to be able to break away from the gaze of the other. "Hey, is this a friend of yours?"
"I... don't know," Rhiannon finally replied truthfully. "Are you?"
"Well I'm not not your enemy, let's look at it that way," Enigma chuckled, tipping Rhiannon a wink. "Truth is we're just passing acquaintances. But I'd rather like to change that. It's a long way to Yvresse, especially if you plan on walking all the way. Especially the way you two were headed. As it happens, though, I might know of a short cut that would shave about two days off your journey time. It depends on whether you'd mind having me as a travelling companion, though."
"Why?" Rhiannon eyed the Eevee with suspicion. "Why would you help us?"
"Boredom I guess," Enigma yawned by way of reply. "Anyway, if you don't accept then you'll never find out, will you?"
"I don't suppose we've much of a choice, have we?" Rhiannon sighed. "You remind me of one of my teammates with that really hard to follow logic. So much so that I know you're only going to tail us anyway even if I say no, so I guess that means you're in."
"Thanks," Enigma nodded gratefully. "Although I like to think I'm not quite as erratic as your Raichu friend is."
"How do you know so much about things you've never been involved in?" Rhiannon asked.
"Comes with the territory," Enigma shrugged.
"And your territory is..?"
"Ah. Well that, Rhiannon..." Here the Eevee paused for added drama. "...is a secret. Come on. Let's get moving. If we press we can be at the Yvresse borders by tomorrow evening." Without so much as asking if this was okay Enigma made as if to start moving. Leaving Rhiannon and Saul looking and feeling very confused and wondering just what they were letting themselves in for.
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Right. Now time to order another RBG for Rhi from... ooh, I think the Nature Protection Agency this time. *pays 7 stamps*

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Jeff gets 12 stamps for hit story, and Chris gets 14 for his. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy. I rated them yesterday on the bus. Amethyst's story reminded me a lot of my Pidgeot's. I'm sorry they've both had to deal with such torments. And that Bellossom was really weird! As for Jeff... Jake's sudden appearance and just as sudden death was quite surprising. Maybe all a bit too sudden. Groove Guy's battle was funny.

Ok, here are your stamps.

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Ade, Rhi will battle a Houndour. I'll read your battle as soon as I can. Now I'm starting to wish I hadn't got a job. >_< I hope I can still manage to write at least one story for every 5 you write.

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TheBlueAvenger

Heh, thanks, Gabi. I can not write emotional scenes to save my life, but I have found out that writing for Groove Guy is very fun indeed.

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The Born Legacy - On hiatus due to writer's block/school

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andyizcool

Any idea when the current scenario will end? I'm just wondering because I'm sure some writing would do myself some good and gain a few Levels on my Adopted Pokemon. I would like an extension for the current scenario just in case it does end soon because I'm going to get started on writing my little story for the current scenario.

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I'm thinking it'll be up a coupla weeks yet... for a start there's been so many extension requests it seems silly to change until we've a few more battles in, and of course there is the fact that I'm only halfway through writing the next installment of this campaign. :O

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