Setting
Between two and six trainers must be defeated before Jennifer can be confronted, with the entire Gym's design resembling a giant parking lot. The puzzle revolves around moving cars in order to open a path to the leader's platform, with adequate spaces provided for her apprentices to cut loose on a challenger. Speakers from the ceiling blare an industrial techno loop with lots of metal-on-metal sounds to maximize irritation on the challenger's part.
Jennifer's Gym
Jennifer's Steel-type gym is generally the fifth gym challenged by trainers during the League challenge.
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Nicholas the hedgefox [2] a Character From sonic Always got your back abilities are homing attack fly and double jump
Catherine Amajo [0] A powerful Tsareena and a Z-Force Commander within the Alolan Branch. Blunt, queenly, and highly vain.
Van Leugen Harlequin Street-Theatre Trope [0] "....."
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Jennifer Harsdorff crossed her arms under her chest. "While you think about it, I can't help but be morbidly curious about the condition of your Pokemon. Would you...would you be kind enough to show me? I might know a few tricks to get them back on their feet."
"I can show you one of them. Maybe two if Flameheart's better," he mumbled. "The others..." He shook his head. "Come on, they're down at the local center."
Down at the center there wasn't much better news to be heard. "Adam Delacroix," he said to the nurse behind the counter, "I dropped off a Scizor and a Charizard."
The nurses face tugged into a frown. "You might want to come through," she responded, gesturing to the side door and marching towards it. Adam rubbed his head.
The nurses face tugged into a frown. "You might want to come through," she responded, gesturing to the side door and marching towards it. Adam rubbed his head.
Jennifer Harsdorff nodded to the attendant, following her and Adam through the door to the treatment facilities. It took a lot to make a Pokemon Center nurse get that kind of expression...
"The head trauma suffered by your Scizor lead to an internal bleeding we didn't know about..." she explained apologetically. "I'm sorry to tell you but your Scizor passed on."
Adam rolled his head to the side, face screwing up as he uttered, "God dammit." On the bed before them was a Scizor, as plain and normal as any other, eyes closed, with a half-inch deep dent in the forehead, likely caused by a bunt weapon maybe the size of a fist.
Adam rolled his head to the side, face screwing up as he uttered, "God dammit." On the bed before them was a Scizor, as plain and normal as any other, eyes closed, with a half-inch deep dent in the forehead, likely caused by a bunt weapon maybe the size of a fist.
Jennifer Harsdorff gasped and put her hands in front of her open mouth at the sight of the corpse. "Whatever hit this guy in the head, to have left a divot this gigantic must have taken the strength of a Machamp. That, or he was swinging something really heavy, really fast...no, this dent was definitely left by a punch." Jennifer was in full-on forensics mode as she compared the size of the divot to her own fist. "Yeah. His lights got punched out. A Machamp would never go for the dome like this, though, and I know I didn't leave this mark after our battle. Someone or something is going around murdering Pokémon..."
"It was a guy," Adam tried to explain, but he had a hand over his face, trying to hold back the tears. "Pummeled Irontail into the ground. T-tore Hydroshell in two... I couldn't- pick up- the piec-" He moved sharply for the side, reaching for a bin to grasp it and promptly threw up from the distress.
Adam slipped to the ground, back to the wall and knees to his chest. The nurse continued apologetically, "We tried ringing you but..." Her voice trailed off. "Your Charizard is looking better however. We expect him to make a full recovery."
Adam peeked one eye between two fingers. What the hell. Did she expect that to make it okay? He'd lost five team members! Five!
Adam peeked one eye between two fingers. What the hell. Did she expect that to make it okay? He'd lost five team members! Five!
Jennifer Harsdorff walked shakily over to Adam and thought about helping him out of the room with the dead Scizor, but decided against it. He needed to mourn. "Um...uh...I'll be right outside if you want to talk."
Adam would be out a half our later, eyes puffy and bloodshot, mouth in a perpetual frown. "Looks like I'm out a steel type," he mumbled. "Still want me in your gym?"
Jennifer Harsdorff sympathetically nodded. "Less because of your passion for the steel-type and more because you need some time to get your head together. Like I said, there's no way I'm letting you go out there so soon."
She stepped back and looked hard at Adam's distorted face. "Besides, I kinda like you."
She stepped back and looked hard at Adam's distorted face. "Besides, I kinda like you."
Adam nodded. "Okay, maybe I can't fit into the steel theme," he mumbled, "Maybe you can loan me a pair of steel pokemon while I train up from a starter?" He took out a pair of sunglasses and slipped them onto his face.
Jennifer Harsdorff nodded. "One step ahead of you there. All I need is your trainer ID and a phone call and I can hook you up with a few straight from the League. How's that sound?"
He reached into his pocket to withdraw his phone, turning it on. Three missed calls. Two from the center, one from... It caused him to frown again. He also offered out his ID to her. "Go ahead and ring them up." Meaning the pokemon, of course.
Jennifer Harsdorff nodded. "I'll do that. Ah, one more thing...if you have any specific requests, speak now or forever wish you had."
"Something cool." That was probably not meant to be a pun, but it was so hard to tell with trainers. So what starter was 'cool'.
Jennifer Harsdorff furrowed her brow and handed back the ID. "Yeah, Adam, I was kind of hoping you would get a bit more specific than that. I don't want you to be unhappy with your new partner, after all."
"Just get a water and grass type and I'll pick from them. I've already got a Charizard." Who wasn't going to die. He was sure of it. Flameheart was the most dedicated of all of them. He'd live from willpower alone if he had to. "Actually, I'll narrow it down for you. Piplup and Snivy." All the others looked stupid.
Jennifer Harsdorff smiled. "All right, I'll get them both for you. This fire-water-grass core idea seems all the rage with simulation battlers these days. Now, there is an attached apartment to my gym...I could let you crash there while the League processes. Just know that a locked door means don't open it."