Prologue and Part I

[GM]

Prologue: The Silent Squall

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The warehouse was silent. Silent until the clicking of boots against the concrete echoed between the stacks of boxes that filled the building. A group of three individuals, dressed in black walked towards one of the few lights on in the entire warehouse.

“I don't like this Marko sir,” one of the individuals, a feminine voice, spoke out. “We shouldn't have come here.”

“Quiet,” the man in front replied. “Our informant has been reliable. If there is a way to rebuild Team Rocket back to its glory, then we shall do so.”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

The group walked up to where a single light illuminated the area in a faint glow. The faint light casted deep shadows along their faces, hidden partially by the gatsby caps on their heads. Marko wasn't wearing a hat, but instead his bright green hair was combed over to the side, trying to hide the scars he had received from one of the Rocket's previous exploits in Mount Moon back in Kanto. His outfit was mostly strict Team Rocket attire, save for the semi-cape over his left shoulder.

“Well if it isn't Marko,” said a nearly aristocratic voice from the shadows.

The Rockets turned towards the voice and Marko kept his ground, glaring in the direction.

Who stepped out was an elder man, with sweeping red hair combed back behind his head. He was wearing a red and black jacket that went down to his knees and black pants. Behind him were two other members, dressed similarly. Their outfits, however, resembled more cosplay hoodie outfits as horned lizards with red scales and black spikes. One was female, and the other was a male.

“Maxie,” Marko replied, keeping his emotions under control. “What's the meaning of this? You know we don't deal with Team Magma.”

“I'm surprised you're still able to get around,” Maxie replied. “What with Rocket's funds being frozen after Giovanni left you to fend for yourselves.”

“Oh shrivel in the heat and die you hot-head,” another voice rang out, a deeper more sea-faring voice. Another man, followed on both sides by his subordinates came into the light. He was wearing a blue bandanna, and a black suit. One of his members only had a vest and pants, showing off a large figure, slightly unfit, but bulky. The other looked more like a pirate with her red hair sticking out from under her bandanna.

“Archie,” Maxie commented, holding back a sneer.

“So why'd you call us here Marko,” Archie spoke to the current Rocket head, ignoring the Magma leader for the moment. “You know the last thing I want is to be near this steaming pile of...”

“Hold your tongue you salt-caked Feebas!” one of Maxie's subordinates shouted out.

“Who you calling a Feebas, you Ponyta's ass!”

“Quiet!” a stern voice shouted as another set of individuals, a man and two women walked up. “You're both like children fighting over who caught the largest Caterpie.” The leader had beady eyes, and his hair was wildly spiked and a blue tint. All three were dressed in alternate banding of white and black stripes, with a golden “G” over their hearts. One woman was wearing a broad hoop skirt while the other's outfit was more tight fitting and showing off some of the skin of her left thigh.

“I find it hard to believe that you're here Cyrus,” Marko commented. “I heard you tried to destroy the world, how'd that go for you?”

“I heard Giovanni lost his nerve after a kid beat him,” Cyrus replied, causing the Magma and Aqua members to snicker. “If that's the kind of resolve you Rockets have then it's no surprise your group broke down like a house of cards.”

Marko gritted his teeth and reached for a black Poké Ball. His two subordinates did as well. The Magma, Aqua, and Galactic team members each had their Poké Balls in hand and ready to throw down.

It wasn't a surprise that four of the world's most notorious criminal organizations didn't care for one another. While Magma and Aqua's hatred towards one another was based on differing desires to change the world. Rocket was viewed as nothing more than a poaching gimmick and small time theives, and Galactic was merely a cult dying to bring about the end of the world. Each viewed themselves better than the others, and the politics between the groups lead to a fair number of conflicts where their territories overlapped.

“Come on Arked,” Maxie teased. “Let's finish this.”

“You first Maxima,” Archie repleid.

“I'll make you eat those words, necro,” Marko snarled to Cyrus.

“Once a petty thief, always a thief,” the Galactic leader replied.

Before any of the different crime syndicates could release, a high pitched screech echoed through the warehouse. Everyone covered their ears as the sound nearly deafened them. There were shouts and accusations towards each other as the screech left their ears ringing.

“Good,” said a calm voice as everyone's ears slowly stopped ringing. “Now that I have your attention...”

They all turned towards the voice as another light came on in the warehouse. In the center of the light was a woman, dressed in what looked like evening wear, with a long dress that was pitch black against her pale skin. Glasses reflected the light and hid her eyes as her long black hair seemed to hang down from her head. Slithering next to her was a Dragonair, quite content with himself on disrupting the fight that nearly broke down and causing a few headaches.

“Oh?” Archie stated. “And who are you?”

“My name is Scelia,” she said raising her head, allowing them a look at her dark black eyes. “And I summoned you here on behalf of my employer.”

“Your employer?” Maxie shouted. “Who's that?!”

“Questions for a latter time,” she said as she dismissed the question with a wave. “My employer wanted to bring you together to offer you all an option.”

“And what's that?” Marko asked.

Scelia smiled a thin, inhuman smile. “Follow him, or perish.”

There was an uproar from the four teams, each individual voicing their objections to being ordered around. This was silenced by another Supersonic from the Dragonair, more intense than the previous sonic attack.

“I suggest you don't take this offer lightly,” she warned as the teams hearing slowly came back. “My employer does not accept no for an answer, and he's requested you each for specific reasons.”

“And what reasons are those?” Cyrus demanded.

She started pacing around the group, with her Dragonair following close behind. “Each Team has areas that they excel in. Rockets are able to catch rare and difficult Pokémon with relative ease, and have their own connections to the underworld for discrete transport and black market dealings. The Magmas and Aquas are strong battlers on their own right, but your strengths could be better used when working together instead of banging your heads together. And Galactic. You have vast resources and manpower, along with access to advanced technologies due to your leader's day job.”

“So your boss wants us to work for him like a bunch of second rate henchmen?” Marko asked.

“More of a partnership.”

“Bullshit!” Maxie exclaimed. “I ain't workin' for no one that doesn't have the balls to come here himself!”

Scelia's eyes narrowed. With a quick snap of her fingers her Dragonair coiled, charging up a static charge before unleashing it towards Maxie. Catching the Aqua leader in the blast, the human's muscles locked up and he dropped to the ground as various motor nerves failed to work.

“I will not have my employer talked about in such a fashion, by something with an IQ of a barnacle”

The other Aqua members shouted before unleashing their Pokémon, followed by defiant shouts from the remaining teams as they released their Pokémon as well, and having them all attack.

In the aftermath, the various teams were defeated, even the trainers had been targeted by attacks as Scelia and her Dragonair sneered.

“That was only a taste of the strength my employer has, I suggest you remember it.”

Cyrus pushed himself up, his clothing torn and burnt. A line of blood ran down his face. “Wh-what does he want us to do?”

Scelia smiled. “Work for him. No longer will the syndicates be divided as such. We will work under a single banner. Each former team will use their skills for our benefit.”

“The birth, of Team Eternia.”

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PokéDex Electronic Mail System[/u]

Message received: Two hours ago.

Sent from: GESAI LEAGUE HEADQUARTERS

Subject: ATTN ALL POKéMON TRAINERS!

Open:

[YES] NO

Message:

We are pleased to inform you that the region of Gesai (map attached) will be holding its first competitive season for Pokémon trainers. For a long time, Gesai has not had any means or interest in having a Pokémon League of our very own, with much of our native trainers participating in the leagues of neighboring regions. After much effort and support we are starting our very first league season in the next three weeks. Trainers of every rank and region are invited by this special invitation to come to Gesai and participate in the Gesai League.

If you are interested in participating in the League, please follow the information in this e-mail in redeeming your own ticket of travel on the Celeste, a five star cruise liner, with stops in Vermillion City, Olivine City, Slateport City, and Sunnyshore City just to name a few.

I hope to see you battle your hardest in our League and explore the wonders and beauty of Gesai.

Sincerely,

Airdle Manharst

Gesai Pokémon League President.

End Message[/color]

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Welcome to the RPG. A little dramatic I must admit, however it starts to set the mood. At this moment, the trainers from various regions across the world have been invited to participate in the opening of the Gesai Pokémon League. Gesai is a region between Kanto/Johto and Hoenn, and has various Pokémon that inhabits it. More information on the region will be revealed shortly, however for those of us ready to get some RP in before the event kicks off, this is for that topic.

At this point in the story, many of the trainers and all of the Player Characters are on the cruise liner Celeste en route to Gensai with the opening of the League in a few short days. The ship is scheduled to dock the evening before the opening celebration and the handing out of the first Pokémon to new trainers.

As the Game Master (hence, GM) I shall moderate the pace of what happens, when, and how. The story will be split into parts, and when a part ends and a new part begins, I shall update with a synopsis of What has gone before in order to bring everyone (new and old) up to speed.

Let's get started.

Part I: Calm Seas

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[hikarimeoru]

The message flickered in and out of view as the machine was clicked off. Soft footsteps would traverse the upper tier of the cruise as it pushed along at a good speed. The breeze blew back his long hair, shimmering with a deep green base.

He was content up here, sipping on a drink with a colorful umbrella in it. Having found a chair that was pretty isolated, but still in full range of the sun, -he lied down in peace for the moment. Gone were thoughts of strategy and countenance. Fading were analytical situations and fighting for his life. He was on a boat, drinking a cocktail, and watching the world pass him.

A world that had so much more for him. Hands dug into his pocket, and a small object was pulled out of his parachute pants. Placing the small device in his ear, he tapped on the Pokedex he had been reading earlier-and music began to play. Setting his sword next to his left leg - he wriggled until the chair and him met at a acceptable medium, and closed his eyes.

"Yeah that's right" he whispered as he took another drink and watched the sky "I'm on a mother fucking boat.."

[Mew Master]

Dante Richards
Artist of the Heart
Celeste Recreation deck
“True art isn’t the subject, it’s the emotion put into the piece.”
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The Celeste was a large ship, holding the majority of trainers from the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Shinno regions on their way to Gesai. It was a first class cruise liner, prepared and rented for this purpose. The food, room, and services were free, such was the amount of money paid to boat trainers to the new region and give them the accommodations necessary for their trip.

Inside the banquet hall, where there were trainers and Pokémon mingling, showing off their strength and prowess not through battles, but display. Something floated by the long banquet table, silent and mostly hidden. The small pink Pokémon held a plate as she floated by, collecting various finger foods onto the plate she was carrying. Her blue eyes looked around before she flew out of the banquet hall, sure that she hadn’t been seen.

She was a Mew, one of the rarest of Pokémon. On her left thigh was a numeric 1, indicating that she was some trainer’s. Holding the plate, she flew quickly along the decks, making her way back to the top deck, and where her trainer was.

Dante was sitting on a folding stool, in his lap was a large computerized device with a large holographic screen before him, and icons of pencils, pens, erasers and a color pallet. He held a stylus in his hand and was carefully sketching the subject in front of him. His subject was a young woman and her Glameow. With energetic sketches and erasing he was duplicating her and the soft look in her eyes.

Sitting next to him was a lizard-like Pokémon with a small horn jutting from his head, and large arms with fearsome claws. A large flame was lit at the very tip. Most noticeable about this Charmeleon, was it was a bright golden color. It snorted as it slept, unused to the salty air as Dante smiled and continued to draw.

His holo-panel started flashing as the sound of a telephone ringing blared out. The caller-ID kicked in, and showed Dante an image of a man with large shades and wild blue hair. Dante visibly cringed.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he said to the young woman. “I can still sketch as I talk.”

“I don’t mind,” she replied, and her Glameow voiced an agreement.

Dante hit the receive button before responding. “Dante.”

“Dante, booby, baby. How’s the hottest thing since a Torkoal’s shell,” replied his manager, a man by the name of Dominic Shard.

“Skip the ego boost Dominic,” Dante replied, visibly annoyed. “What’s up?”

“Just letting you know that I’ve booked your next show. We’re calling it Dante’s Inferno: The essence of Fire and Dragon Pokémon. Eh? Eh? It’s genius right?”

“Dominic,” Dante said, exasperated as the girl chuckled. “When and where is this show booked for?”

“Lillycove, in two weeks.”

“I just left Shinno three days ago,” he responded. “Don’t you listen to me when I say where I am and where I’m going?”

There was a bit of stumbling around before Dominic responded, “Of course I do Dante, baby, you know that.”

“Then where am I headed now?”

“… Hoenn?” Dominic replied, sounding hopeful.

“Wrong. I’m headed to Gesai.”

“Gesai? Why?! Your show’s booked in Hoenn!”

“You booked it without checking where I’d be. Besides, theres a new League debuting in a few days and I've accepted the invitation to participate in the regions first season.” Dante replied.

“Okay, okay, okay, let me see if I can get you a show somewhere in Gesai.”

“Kay,” Dante replied. “I’ll call in a few days to see how it goes.”

“What?! Don’t you trust me?”

“No. Bye Dominic,” and Dante hung up. He sighed. “Man doesn’t know what I want to do half the time.” He went back to sketching.

“Mew,” said a high-pitched voice. Dante looked down, his hat blocking his eyes from the person who commissioned him, and at the Mew, who was holding a plate of various food for him.

“Oh!” Dante exclaimed, recalling he hadn’t eaten today. “Thank you Niji.” He reached down and grabbed a sweet roll and bit into it.

“Oh she’s cute!” the young woman exclaimed. “Is she yours?”

Dante swallowed his bite before answering. “Her name’s Niji, and she’s been with me since I first got my license.” He pet the Mew as she purred lightly, smiling.

He put the roll into his mouth and was going to take another bite when he heard an exclamation ring out from someone. “HEY!”

Dante looked up to see a young woman, about in her twenties run up to him, and him with a sweet roll in his mouth. Her glasses seemed to bounce on her nose as her violet hair flew behind her. She skidded to a stop in front of him and looked at him.

“Where is it?!” she demanded, excited and out of breath.

“Where’s what?” he asked, confused as to what was going on, taking a bite of the roll.

“The Mew!” she exclaimed again, catching her breath.

Mew?! Niji?! Normally when other people saw Niji, they wanted to battle him for her, or steal her. The Mew herself was hiding behind him, keeping her trainer between her and this apparently crazy woman.

“Mew? What Mew?” he replied nervously, standing up and trying to hide her.

“The one I saw,” she said trying to look behind Dante’s back, where Niji was hiding.

What followed was a comical attempt as Dante, Niji, and the violet haired woman danced around each other. Niji holding or balancing a plate of food as Dante spun around holo-pad in hand, and the woman kept trying to look for the Mew hiding around Dante.

This would have continued, if the woman didn’t end up stepping on the golden Charmeleon’s tail. Waking up in a rage, the Charmeleon let out a blast of flame before snarling at the woman and pointing a claw at her.

“Char char CHAR!” the Pokémon said with an angry snarl, ready to enact some revenge for her stepping on his tail.

“Easy Godzilla,” Dante said, trying to calm the Flame Pokémon down. “It was an accident.”

The Charmeleon snarled at his trainer, the mark number 28 on the side of his right forearm. He snarled at Dante and made the human step back.

Niji floated around to Godzilla and patted him. Trying to calm down the rage in the Charmeleon's purple eyes. Godzilla spun around and was about ready to slash when he saw Niji there, her eyes soft and calming him. Realizing what he almost did, Godzilla calmed down, sitting down, sheepishly looking at Niji from the side.

“A Mew!” the woman exclaimed. “I knew it!”

Niji felt a shiver and then hid behind Godzilla as the Charmeleon sprang to his feet, his claws bared at the woman and glaring at her. She did step on his tail after all.

“I'm... I'm sorry but...” she tried to defend herself, stepping back from the threatening Charmeleon.

“Um... Godzilla's... a bit protective of Niji.”

“Niji?”

“That's her name. Niji,” Dante replied.

“You mean....?”

The Mew looked at her from behind Godzilla's shoulder.

“That's cool! Can I study it?!”

“Wait?! What?!”

A realization seemed to dawn ont eh woman as she stood up. “Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself.” She dug around her pockets for a small device and held it for Dante. He took it and activated it. The projection showed the woman before him, as Asi Flow, a Pokémon Professor, with the title in large bold letters.

“I'm Asi Flow, researcher and newly appointed Professor of Pokémon studies.”

“Um.... Kay....”

“And I'd like to study your Mew.”

“Uh..... no.”

“What?! Why not?” she pouted.

“Niji's not a science project.”

“Well of course not, I just want to study her. Do you know how many careers and papers were started with rare Pokémon?”

“Enough, but Niji isn't going to be the jumpstart to your career.”

“Um... excuse me?”

Dante turned and looked at the woman. “OH! Sorry, sorry about that.” And he sat back down and continued drawing as Niji floated behind him and Godzilla kept his claws bared at Asi. He was almost oblivious to her as she stood there, her eyes still fixated on the Mew that hid behind him. Dante could tell that Asi was moving around him, and that Niji was floating out of the way to keep Dante between them, and Godzilla was pacing as well.

After another ten minutes, Dante finished the drawing and presented the holograph to the woman.

“I love it!” she squealed.

“Good,” he said. “I can send it to your PokéDex if I can have your Trainer ID.”

“Sure,” she exclaimed and then gave Dante the information.

As Dante was typing in the information, a strong gust of wind washed across the deck, taking everyone by surprise. His hat was washed up in the wind and flew off and out to sea.

“Gah! My hat!”

“Mew!” Niji shouted, before flying over Dante's head and after it, flipping the plate of food right on his black hair.

Niji flew after the hat and grabbed onto the chin strap of leather to stop and bring it back. However, her small size wasn't any match for the hat's mass and the wind that blew stronger, knocking her into the hat as it flipped around in mid-air and further away from the ship.

“Niji!” Dante shouted and ran to the edge of the railing, Godzilla close behind.

“Oh no!” the girl exclaimed as Asi ran up with Dante.

“Damnit!” He grabbed a Poké Ball from his belt. Pulling it from the latch he threw it. “Ziz!”

From a burst of light as the Poké Ball exploded and started to reform. The light concentrated into a large form, with a single pair of membranous wings. Each joint in the wing had three sharp claws,and the wing was made up of a fourth finger. The body was grey, solid with no hair or fur. A large head with razor sharp teeth and red eyes. A long scar over the left eye was only an inkling of the battles and conflicts this prehistoric predator had been in. His tail flowed behind him as the Aerodactyl caught the air and stabalized himself.

“Ziz,” Dante shouted. “Niji's in trouble!”

Ziz knew what that meant. His eyes scanned around him, quickly zoning in on the hat and Niji inside of it. The scent was downwind, but his sharp eyes had caught her as the wind spun her around inside the hat like a malfunctioning carnival ride. With a flap, Ziz was after her.

The wind was at his back, propelling him forward and quick flaps started to catch him up faster. He was getting closer, just as Niji and the hat had lost their force from the wind and started going down towards the sea. Ziz flapped closer, but didn't notice the form coming towards him.

As Ziz almost had Niji and the hat as they both fell, a blur of blue and red movement zoomed under him, snagging the Mew and hat. Ziz was nearly blown off course, correcting himself and scanning for whatever had sped past him. He found it, in the form of a blue bodied and red-winged dragon that let out a low roar as it turned back towards the ship. The Aerodactyl tilted his head. Something was familiar about this Salamance, something that made him stop from attacking it directly and flew after it.

Dante watched the scene from the railing, and saw the Salamance with Niji and his hat turning back towards the ship, with Ziz in hot pursuit.

“A Salamence...” he muttered. “Could it be...”

“Bring it back Bahamut!” he heard a familiar voice ring out.

“Bahamut,” he said turning towards the voice. It is...

He saw the person. A small woman with lots of chains and pockets, and angular crimson eyes.

“Joey!” he shouted.

“Dante!” she exclaimed back, waving and smiling as Bahamut landed, holding the hat in one clawed hand.

Niji rose up from inside the hat, her head spinning from the experience, her eyes spinning. She let out a woozy “Mew” before falling back inside the hat, her world spinning.

“Niji!” Dante said as he ran up to collect his hat and the dizzy Mew inside it.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Steak and Sea Air

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The giant cruise liner Celeste bounces up and down as it moves through the erratic waves of the big blue ocean. It was filled with numerous trainers all waiting to start battling the new gym leaders of the Gesai league. A shadowy figure wearing a brown trench coat and wearing a brown wide brimmed hat just leaned on the guard rail of the ships exterior. Next to this mysterious figure was a slight shorter figure wearing the same outfit copying the first. This man was none other then the legendary Sebastian.L.Coyle the magnificent battler of the Kaloem region, he had persevered and had beaten the 17 gym leaders of Kaloem and earned his rightful place amongst the history of his home town as a Champion.

He had been so lucky that shortly after his victory in the Kaloem league he had been invited to participate in the Gesai league as an honouree. He had been sent an invitation and a ticket for boat ride on the good ship Celeste. The Celeste was also a classy ship with many decks filled with luxurious rooms for swanky guests, a nice pool as well as an arena for pokemon battling on one of the lower decks and to top it all off an all you can eat buffet open 24/7 in the entertainment deck. This was truly Sebastian’s dream come true, all the steak he could possibly want and all the rice he could need. A small trickle of saliva rolled down his check as the thoughts in his mind became more and more powerful.

A Wingull flying over head chirping lightly snapped Sebastian out of his steak trance. Thinking about how lucky he was once more he removed his pokedex from his pocket and opens up his emails. Up popped a small square filled with lots of different emails and icons, scrolling through the list he clicks on one and begins to display an image of a tall woman with long red hair and wearing a long white lab coat. “How you going Sebastian?” asked the red headed woman. “I was just calling to see if you were on your way to Gesai yet. Give me a call back when you can and we will discuss it further, yours truly Professor Rose” with that the image flickered before disappearing completely. Sebastian blushed as he put his pokedex back into his pocket and looked out into the horizon wondering how long it would be till they reached Gesai.

“I can’t believe it” he muttered to himself “Gesai is finally started up their own pokemon league. I am totally going to be the first person to conquer it and my name will be in the history books forever”

“Luu-cario” came a beamed response from the blue pokemon beside him.

“Yes I know Kitsune; we will be fighting trainers as soon as we get to the main land” Kitsune nodded back as he looked back out to the ocean taking in the scenery.

“What are you two doing” inquired a very British accent with just a hint of cynicism. Sebastian turned around to see a small blue creature about 3 feet tall with orange face fins wearing a elegant black tuxedo with a large black top hat carrying a small cane with a sparkling diamond in one hand while holding a plate filled to the brim with food.

“Huh?” Sebastian replied as he span around. “What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious you idiot” he retorted “What in God’s good name are you doing dressed in those trench coats you dullards?”

“Shhhhh” replied Sebastian “Kitsune and I are trying to get our cool on, being mysterious and all that” Kitsune nodded in agreement as he folded his arms together.

“Deary deary me” sighed Muddly as rubbed his eyes with his fingers in a sign of disdain. “How does one get ones cool on?”

“For starters you just have to look like you don’t have to be here, like you could be somewhere better”

“You have that bit down you buffoon” replied Muddly “You certainly don’t like you belong here, possibly in a 1920’s detective film. But definitely not on a classy ship like this one”

“Fine I am so sorry, for trying something new”

“You should be, no one like you has ever failed as hard as you have you dullard” stated Muddly as he continued eating the food he had on his plate.

“Well I guess the Kaloem league disagrees with you” beamed Sebastian as he pulled out a small tin case filled with 17 badges. “Ha how does that strike you?”

“Seriously I have no idea how you managed to get any of those badges, but it is certainly not because of your skill but because of how dedicated your pokemon are” replied Muddly as he continued eating.

“Believe what ever you want to” remarked Sebastian as he turned his head to the side giving the shun to Muddly, Kitsune also imitates Sebastian also blanking Muddly. “I guess my pokemon think I have done a good job, as well as my parents and family, even Professor Rose. So I really don’t care what you think so nah” with that Sebastian turned away and began walking down the ship deck away from Muddly with Kitsune following close behind.

As the both Sebastian and Kitsune walk down the deck towards the all you can eat buffet ready to get something to eat, Sebastian begins to feel something wriggling in the back of his bag. “Oh looks like someone is finally awake” cooed Sebastian as he removed his back pack. As he pulled the cover of a small bed inn his bag a small green pokemon flies out and begins circling Sebastian shouting out its name.

“Rayyyyyyyy” it yawns it continues to fly around stretching out its body “Quaza” it finishes before coming to rest on top of Sebastian’s hat like a hats hat.

“Do you want something to eat as well?” asked Sebastian as Miniquaza the Rayquaza rustled around trying to get comfortable. Sebastian came across Miniquaza during his travels through Kaloem, he found him as an egg just laying in an abandoned nest without anyone to care for him. Sebastian took pity on this poor egg not sure what would hatch from it but continued to search for its mother. Unfortunately after a long journey Sebastian did find its mother, but she wasn’t in good shape. She had been brutally beaten by poachers after her legendary status, seeing that Sebastian had the egg she tried to attack him but before she could she realised how much Sebastian cared for the egg and with her dying breath she wished Sebastian to look after her baby. It was a tragic story but Sebastian managed as best he could.

Sebastian picked up a plate as well as a set of knife and forks before moving over to the buffet. “Hmmm what should I have, what should I have” muttered Sebastian as walked up and down the table till he set his eyes on a huge plate of steaks “Mmmmmm steak” Sebastian uttered through drool as he moved over to the pile and began scooping steak after steak onto his plate before retiring to a small table quickly followed by Kitsune who also had a plate topped with steaks. “There is nothing better then to just sit back, relax and have a giant pile of steaks. Chomping down the steaks like he hadn’t eaten in days Sebastian watched as the pile of steaks got smaller and smaller.

“Niji” cried a voice from one of the decks below.

“Oh no” came another this time from a more feminine voice.

“This looks like a job for Sebastian, Champion of Kaloem” Sebastian shouted.

“Cario” whimpered Kitsune as he gave Sebastian the sad eyes, looking directly at Sebastian’s then looking back down at his steak.

“No Kitsune, the steak will have to wait. Someone is in trouble and they need our help”

“Luuu” replied Kitsune as he looked back down at his steak then back at Sebastian.

“Fine, you can take some with you” having said that Sebastian ran over to the guard rail jumping onto the deck below ready to save the person in trouble, Kitsune quickly followed carrying his pile of steak. Landing on the deck below them Sebastian ran over to the next guard rail only narrowly avoiding stepping on a tall man with green hair relaxing in a lounge chair sipping a cocktail from a funnel glass.

“Hey what you doing?” asked the man as he sat up in anger “Don’t step on me I am trying to rest here”

“Sorry about that sir” replied Sebastian “Duties calls” He jumped off the next rail and landed on the lowest deck Sebastian took a look round wondering where the cry of distress came from. He finally saw a group of people, 2 girls one with bright purple hair wearing a white coat while the other one was wearing a large black T-shirt with blue shorts held up by numerous chains. There was also a man standing between them cradling a small pink pokemon looking quite worried. A large Salamence towers over the group while a Charmeleon inspects the pink bundle as well as an Aerodactyl soars overhead. As Sebastian walked over to the group he noticed that the tiny pink pokemon was in fact a Mew, a very rare pokemon and a much prised one as well. “Does anyone need any help here? I heard someone shout” asked Sebastian as he interrupted their conversation.

“Ah no” replied the man “Every thing is alright” he continued as he tried to hide the Mew behind him “Nothing is out of the ordinary here”

“But I heard a scream” stated Sebastian “I could swear someone needed help”

“Oh, that” said the purple haired girl as she shifted from foot to foot “I, uh just saw a mouse and I screamed”

“Is that so” Sebastian retorted coyly as he knew she was lying “It wouldn’t happen to do anything with that Mew hiding behind that man over there?”

“Oh” he sighed “You saw that didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did” Sebastian replied in a very uneventful tone

“Wait, you don’t find that odd at all?” questioned the man “Most people find Niji to be quite the spectacle but you don’t give her a second thought.

“Well” laugh Sebastian “You’re not the only one with quite a rare pokemon” he added.

“Really?” yelled the purple haired girl “May I see it?”

“Ok” sigh Sebastian “But you got to be very quiet he gets scared around loud noises” with that Sebastian reached around to the back of his collar where Miniquaza had hidden and began to coax him out into the open. He slinked his way out inch by inch before gliding in front of Sebastian’s face and then back on top of his hat where he was before the commotion.

“Oh it’s so cute” sighed the purple headed girl looking at Miniquaza “What is its name?”

“Ah it’s Miniquaza and I am Sebastian, Sebastian Coyle. It’s a pleasure to meet you”

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[Strawberry Kiss]

Name: Cameron ‘Cam’
Title: … none
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: She’s beautiful, people notice her anywhere because of her appearance. She’s slim and athletic, with fair skin, the most attractive, ocean blue eyes seen anyway, and strawberry blond (light pink) hair… Its styled like this because I am way to lazy to draw it. Her expression is one of contemplation and seriousness, though she has a good sense of humour and isn’t anti-social by any means. She wears a vest/coat that’s white and beige like the one in the picture, but underneath is a black turtle-neck with a silver zipper. For pants she had dark blue jeans that are faded in places, and slightly loose with numerous pockets and chains hanging from them. She has tan boots that look somewhat combatish in appearance. Her belt is tan with a silver buckle.
Personality: Cameron doesn’t trust people, it’s not obvious at first but she rarely talks about herself in depth. She’s more than willing to listen to other people’s problems and worries, or stories about when they were younger, but Cam doesn’t say anything about herself. She’s friendly enough, and has a good sense of humour and overall seems like a kind person. The woman has a secretive nature, often texting or receiving calls from God knows who, and will leave to make sure no one knows what’s going on. Cameron doesn’t get scared easily, and usually has a keen focus on her goal that’s not likely to waver, she also doesn’t accept failure of herself or others.
Hometown: Goldenrod City
Battling Style: Vicious
Battling Weakness: Not saying XP
Team: Bahamut (Salamence ♂), Dusknoir ♂, Ninetales ♀, Sneasel ♀ (she only carries 4 with her at the beginning, and she never releases Sin unless very angry, they’re still from my team but they have no names for now.).
Likes: Privacy, and her pokemon… She also loves her phone, which is the equivalent of an iPhone… And singing, though she never does it with people around (though she’s quite good).
Dislikes: People in general.
History: She grew up in Goldenrod, but ended up running away from home when she found a Bagon but wasn’t allowed to keep it. Cameron has a shady past, though she swore it off once the crime syndicates began to fall apart (specifically Rockets). She received the email and decided to go, though there’s probably more to the story than that. But Cam isn’t likely to tell.
Other: People really only know she has a Salamence and a Nintales, she rarely uses the other two.

Sorry guys if you looked forward to Joey, but I had to change. Denny helped me with my post tonight so I’ll have it up probably later… o.o; today…


Please note this is resetting the ending of Mew Master’s post. Because I changed my character to Cameron.

Cameron

Bahamut, an old coloured Salamence was her pride and joy. Cameron had started living her life really, because of the creature. So to say Bahamut was impressive was an understatement. The dragon took pride in the fact he was different and had served his master so well over the years. The woman watched her most trusted friend race out, zooming past the Aerodactyl and grasping the hat in his mouth, before whipping around and returning it and the pokemon inside to its trainer.

She approached, though a little hesitantly at first she decided it wasn’t worth being nervous around others. Nervousness was a sign of weakness, she had learned from long ago. Bahamut snorted as the small pink creature resembling a cross between a cat and gerbil was given back to its trainer. Cam smirked, noting that glint in Bahamut’s eye which only meant it had sized up the Aerodactyl when return the…

The Mew?? She thought to herself, but kept her expression strategically passive.

“I’m Dante Richards.” He introduced himself with a smile and a extended hand, for the sake of formalities Cam shook his hand.

“I’m Cam.”

He frowned a little. “Have a last name?”

The woman, who was strikingly beautiful and ignoring some of the looks men were giving her as they moved on, hadn’t used her last name in a while. Cameron didn’t want to come off as rude, but the reaction was almost second nature to her. “I do, but I’m not going to tell you.”

“Fair nuff.” He spoke, holding the legendary in his arms like it was a simple plush doll. “Heading to Gesai I take it?”

As if that isn’t obvious… She thought, but smile and decided to play it dumb. “Are we? I just saw a big boat and wanted to hitch a ride.”

He shrugged lightly. "Well that was the other possibility. It is a cruise liner after all." His Aerodactyl landed and eyed Bahamut with a suspicious gaze before apparently relaxing a bit. "Oh, sorry I got you confused with someone else I knew who names her Dragons after video game characters."


Video games… The woman shrugged a little, ignoring the happenings around her. “That’s alright.” But her eyes drifted to the Mew, it was as cute as the rumours of it. She remembered seeing people’s renditions of it, but nothing did the little creature justice. “Cute.” Cameron stated, though the creature snuggled deeper into his arms in an attempt to hide.

“Heh, she’s a bit shy, sorry.”

Cam turned from him and patted her dragon on the shoulder with a small smile. “That’s alright.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence between them before Cameron decided to let her curiosity be a little satisfied. She brushed some of her bangs from her face and glanced at the legendary again.

“If I may know,” She began, catching Dante’s attention. “Where did you get your Mew?”

"Niji? I um... found her. Back before I got my licence."

She looks back at Dante, a little surprised. "You found her?"

"Basically..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly "I found her abandoned practically on my doorstep."

That was an interesting story, one that Cameron might’ve cared to hear only her phone abruptly went off. She picked it out of her pocket carefully and looked at the screen. The woman looked up at Dante with a small sheepishly smile. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

He nodded in reply, and went to talk to the others. Cam frowned, replied to the message and returned Bahamut. The beauty turned however, and only managed to round the corner before slamming into someone and falling onto the ground with a surprised and very confused expression.

Cameron looked up, her mouth slightly open as she did not know what to say.

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Tag Gav~ I’m sorry it’s short. ^^;;

[ucgav]

Name: Gavin Wynder
Title[b/]: God of Pie!
Age: 26
Gender: M
Appearance: Just over 6ft tall, Brown hair and blue eyes. Wears Blue jeans and casual Trainers but is usually found wearing a sports shirt of some description. Usually the Orange and Black colours of his home town team. When journeying likes to wear black fingerless gloves and carries a simple backpack.
Personality: Quite easy going but can sometimes get a little obsessive. Easily makes friends but rarely trusts others, preffering to do everything himself despite sometimes coming across as lazy in his general demeanour.
Hometown: Ochre Village, Kanto.
Battling Style: A Precise style. Despite his team having many powerfull pokemon he's not the type to try and overpower opponents with blunt force. Hes happy to wait for openings to apply that force at specific moments for maximum effect. Likes to think around problems instead of trying to smash through them.
Battling Weakness: Has a habit of getting frustrated if hes tactics dont go according to plan. Basically If thinking doesnt work he does resort to smashing through opponents.
Team: (Yes i know its not what i said above )

(m)
His original starter and generally regarded as his most powerfull

(m)
His pushes Charizard for 'most powerfull' on Gavins team and the two have a friendly rivalry because of this.

(m)
The most easy going of the team. Likes to sit and sun himself but fiercely protective of his friends and dangerous when in the mood to battle

(m)
Mischeivous, has a personality similar to that of a Jack Russel Terrier in that he will willingly challenge anything in an effort to prove his strength. Saw a tv show about a trainers Pikachu that wanted to prove its strength without needing to evolve and so of course he wont either. Given the chance would gladly de-evolve back to a Pichu to prove he could go 1 step better.

(f)
Relatively new to the team Garchomp is the sullen moody one. Possibly because she occupies the 'utility' slot on the Pokeball belt and finds herself back at the pokemon lab fairly often. Has some jealousy towards the other more regular members of the team.


(m)
One of his original Pokemon. Has learned over the years how to angle its body to minimise the damage done by water attacks. Isnt so weak that it hurts when it rains and can even survive full immersion if it isnt for too long.

And just to claim my Legendary for later
(f)
Though still young Lugia is quite powerfull. Adopted this pokemon when it was still a baby after finding it with a broken wing while on his travels. Was unable to find its mother and so brought it along with him. Lets it stay at home the majority of the time as its not a common battler and he Doesnt like the 'he only got good cos he has a Legendary' opinion.

Likes: Helping others (ie inexperienced trainers) and seeing them progress.
Dislikes: Selfish people, Bullies and anyone knowingly treading on others to reach their goals and similarly people who expect everything given to them on a plate.
History: Started his training career at 10 like any other. By 18 he was a recognised Champion of multiple leagues and bordering on Pokemon master status. Stopped competing when he turned 20 and opened a school for trainers. Took in many who thought they werent experienced enough or not doing the right thing, down to kids below 10 who wanted a headstart in their knowledge. Felt the fire to compete again recently and this invitation was all the excuse he needed.
Other: Has a long running obsession with 'Starter Pokemon' but recognises the need for variety on teams so doesnt limit himself.

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Gav
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He gasped, winded as something collided with him hard and it was a moment before he realised it was actually another person.

"Im sorry" he said, getting his breath back and offering his had. "Didnt see you there"

The young woman looked up at him and stared at his hand a second before taking it and letting him pull her up.

"Are you ok?" he asked as she smoothed down her clothes.

"Yeah, im fine" she sighed. "Guess i was in a rush and I wasnt looking where i was going, sorry."

He smiled as she finally seemed to get her bearings and relax.

"Thats the problem these days" he said "Everyones in a rush. Im Gavin" he finished once again offering his hand, this time to shake.


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Gah i know, im sorry, this is rediculously short but i didnt know where to go with this and now i have to go to bed *Apologises and grovels before all for the shoddiness of his work*

[Mew Master]

Dante Richards
Artist of the Heart
Celeste Recreation deck
“True art isn’t the subject, it’s the emotion put into the piece.”
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So it wasn't Joey, it was someone else entirely. Well it wasn't as bad as when people knew him, but he didn't have a clue who they were. As Cameron walked off to answer her phone Dante felt Niji fly behind him as Asi seemed to be hovering over her, or rather, trying to look around him.

“Hey hey!” He said. “Back off okay. What's your deal?”

“It's such an opportunity! I mean no one has any good data on a Mew. Just think of what we could learn from her.”

“I told you she's not a science project,” Dante replied, annoyed.

“But, but.”

“Look! A Lugia!” Dante shouted and pointed.

“What?! Where?!” Asi, Sebastian, and even some others on the recreation deck turned. “Hey!” Asi shouted as she turned around and saw the artist, his Charmeleon, Aerodactyl, and Mew running off.

“Get back here!”

“Sorry! Can't hear you!” Dante shouted back as they ran down a flight of stairs. After a little bit of running and manuvering through the ship's decks they found themselves at the bow of the ship as it cut through the waves.

“Close one, huh Niji?” he asked as the Mew sat on his hat as he sketched Ziz flying around the front of the ship.

“Mewmew!” the Pokémon replied, nibbling on a cake she managed to save.

Dante continued to sketch as Ziz skimmed the sea water. The Pokémon was more used to the sea than on land, his senses making him a dangerous battler, and on the lookout for a good challenge. Ziz was one of Dante's more battle-hardened team members, having been revived on Cinnabar Island about seven years ago. Through the years Ziz has collected his share of scars and injuries, missing teeth that replace themselves, and sharpened senses.

Godzilla lay down at his trainer's feet, snorting at the sea air. Something grabbed his attention and he spun to his feet, looking behind Dante at someone who had a newspaper covering their face. The Charmeleon tilted his head before snorting and sitting back down as Dante sketched.

There was the sound of scuffling and Godzilla spun again. Nothing changed. But it looked as if the person was a bit closer, and dressed in a trenchcoat, keeping themselves hidden with the newspaper.

Cautous, Godzilla turned back around, before spinning and looking back pointing a claw and snarling. But the person hasn't moved. Defeated, Godzill turned back around and sat down, until he heard the sound of scuffling again and spun. The stranger WAS close.

“Char char char!” he growled.

“Personal log,” the person said, a feminine voice. “I've found the elusive Pokémon known as Mew in the possession of a trainer. I've presumed that he is headed to Gesai to participate in the league. I had expected to see some rare Pokémon on this trip, but nothing like this! This is going to make my career!”

“Char.”

The person looked down at a golden Charmeleon snarling at them, flames liking at his lips.

“I fear I've been compromised...”

Letting out a burst of flame Godzilla forced the stranger to run off while the Charmeleon launched attack after attack at them, as their disguise fell apart, showing that it was Asi! Trying to get a close observation of Niji.

Doesn't look like it's going to happen as Godzilla chases her up and down the decks.

Five minutes later Godzilla walked back, an old investigator hat on his head and a malevolent smile on his face.

“Hey Godzilla,” Dante asked. “Where ya been? Where'd you get that?!”

“Char,” the Charmeleon said smoothly, giving a toothy grin.

[hikarimeoru]

Hik took the moments of silence with a peace all to his own. It was an ease you could not replicate really. Out in the middle of the ocean, sailing to an unknown land.

Hik was a strange fellow in that sense. He had seen more times of the world than people would understand, so he didn't not feel strange in new places. Once he had an awkward moment...just to see what it felt like.

But that's neither here nor there. What was there was the man who ran across his chair, and lunged over the railing as if he had committed a crime. Realizing that this may be the start of further intrusion, Hik shifted his weight to his feet and stood up wiping the hair from his eyes. Walking over to the railing he peered down, to see a motley crew of people on both lower decks.

Somehow the man landed on the lowest deck, never mind the physics of him avoiding the lip of the mid deck canopy, or the flagpole, no. Surely not the fact that he did this all with a trenchcoat on and was not immediately apprehended by the ship's crew for questioning because that was surely not a Taliban-esque thing to do, no... We don't ask these things in RP land, I apologize. Anyway. Hik rested his weight on his arms as the leaned over, to gauge the situation better. He mumbled it to himself, as a quick glance over both shoulders alluded to no one being around.

"There seemed to be a commotion a few meters out to sea, and then an incoming Salamence seemed to partially alleviate the problem. Then-Ah-well look at that. A Mew was the cause of the ruckus, and it seemed to be very close to the painter?

That very energetic one with the coat seemed to not really have much else to offer, but now a girl with some sort of strange hair color is all over the painter? Oh no she wants to see the Mew. Probably a wet-behind-the-ears researcher.

Hrm, the painter guy seems to be the main focal point, as the dragon-girl hops off. Pretty ordinary looking person there as well. And she has a cellphone-and no ability to multitask as she runs into someone else. Taller guy. Hrm. Also some ladies...and there's a guy overboard. But the trench coat guy doesn't even see the person that obviously needs help. Hrm.."

Turning away, after having enough to the desk browsing, Hik looked down, and watched as the Pokemon he chose to stay out with him today, fluttered up to eye level. Its eyes were thin slits, but even still, Hik could tell it was tired. Opening his arms, the thick slug fell into them and sighed in relief. "Sure Muddy, you can hitch a ride. No need for you to be thinking you can fly in the first place. Now what you say we get us some food." Muddy turned to look at his Trainer, and nodded, that big grin even lightening the face of the hardened Trainer.

...

They walked for a good two minutes, heading downstairs to the second level. There were a good many corridors to walk down, but Hikari and Muddy's sense of smell told them that food was at the end of the hall. Opening the door with a swift flick of his hand, the Trainer set his Dunsparce down and the duo would walk/wriggle over to the buffet tables.

About a good 4 minutes later, Hik walked out said room with one hand holding his scabbard horizontally i front of him. On each end was a plate, piled high with shiskebabs, salad, rice and beans, chicken breasts, two types of pasta, sushi rolls, edamame along with various cold cuts and 8 slices of bread. Dollops of Mayonnaise and wasabi dotted each plate, and small containers of soy and hot sauce was in his pocket. Muddly rested on his left shoulder, as Hik walked confidently through the deck. People stopped and stared at the man with the perfect balance-and a few mischievous children and their Geodudes decided to play a prank on Hik.

They acted as if they were playing Shuffleboard, but all turned and shoved their Geodudes in front of Hik. Muddy softly called out to Hik a alarm, and Hik wiped his hair from one eye to see the course that lied before him. The first Geodude tapped his left foot, causing him to fall forward. He kept falling , only catching himself with his left hand, and flexing both left hand and foot forward, to complete a small hop that allowed him enough time to bring his right foot up to speed.

Two more Geodudes were lightly tapped with his right foot, as he extended his right arm up, the food not even rocking. Tilting hard to the left since he was effectively in mid-air, Hik turned to see three more Geodudes and used the triangulated space between them to set his left foot in. As he did so, the right arm was lowered to absorb the shock, and to ensure no food wobbling occurred. One kid hissed-and shoved his Geodude in the way again. Hik's right foot landed on solid ground, but then was pushed forward by the moving Pokemon. Hik's right foot shoved hard forward caused him to elan back. his right arm kept lowering until it hit his thigh, and the food plates wobbled, Hik quickly started to spin and his left hand felt a wall. He pushed off the wall, continuing his spin, and rotated his right hand around his scabbard so that he'd spin around his food, while he tucked both feet in and planted them right on the deck. The kids all backed off, taking their Pokemon with them, and Hikari merely made a swift exit.

"Attracted far too much attention there." Muddy agreed, and they continued down this corridor, only to run across that girl with the shiny hair. Upon closer inspection, it was purple. She seemed to be recovering from injuries sustained by some sort of flame. Hik didn't stop, but as he passed, he took a moment to register how her face looked. At the moment, it seemed she was glaring at something down the end of the hallway. Maybe she'd find her resolve and not try to be so eager next time. But most wet-behind-the-ear-swirly-glassed-researchers never do.

Hik and Muddy soon exited the shaded area, and found themselves on an almost exclusive part of the bot. Only the painter was here, and his Mew was flying about freely. Well, it was a free boat, and he had no interest in the small Pokemon, he'd seen 1 or 2 in his lifetime close up. As Hik entered, the small golden Pokemon snarled, and tossed off its newly acquired hat. But upon seeing this newcomer-with food no less, Godzilla made a halfhearted charge. Muddy looked down at the little fighter, and just rocked his head, giving off his silly grin.

Both Denny and Niji (from behind Denny's shoulder) looked at Hik warily. "Don't tell me yer another Mew-lover."

"No." Hik replied, sitting down in a empty forest green chair and setting his scabbard on the two arm rails. He took one plate and set it on his lap, the other he took in his hand. The scabbard was then tucked away in the side of the chair for easy access. Realizing his answer may have been a little curt to the artist, he added on-while feeding his Dunsparce. Godzilla was awfully close but within peripheral view, so Hik was ready for anything.

"Unless you'd like me to devote attention to your Mew? Though it seemed you wished the exact opposite.."

Denny wasn't too sure about this one. He didn't seem like a Trainer. But he had a Pokemon. A strange one. He was also too calm, too composed. On a ship with a bunch of Trainers, everyone seemed a little more ..energetic. Niji sensed this as well, and floated backwards a tad, away from Denny's shoulder.

"N-no. I just...It's rare to find people that AREN't interested in a Mew." Denny cleared his throat, and looked back to Niji. The little guy giggled, and patted his Trainer on the head, before bobbing a bit farther way, losing interest in the idle man.

Godzilla took a step closer, liking the shish-kebab. Hik grabbed a stick, and held it out to the fire-type. Warily, Godzilla grabbed at the stick, and Hik let go. Godzilla still watched Hikari, but meat was meat, and he nibbled on the (ooh spicy) meat stick joyously, making a bunch of moaning sounds...which Hik found slightly disturbing.

Popping a piece of chicken in his mouth, and grabbing a waiter that happened to walk by with a Mai-Tai (because I said so, damnit!)-he leaned back and stretched out. Denny seemed to calm down a little, as Ziz flew in closer, spotting the newcomer as well.

As Hikari noted the Aerodactyl, he decided to go and ask him a question anyway. "What is your preference sir? The company of the ocean-with its powerful forces, akin to the strokes you utilize? Or the company of the sky-blanketing your view with colors as rich as your palate?"