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Though the implication behind their typical "high-end" attire and their generally authoritative demeanour paints them as mobsters in the eyes of the public, the police know for certain that the Reginalds are every bit as legitimate as their history of championships implies- which is to say they are indeed legitimate. Their family line dates back to the origins of Kanto, when a small family in Fuschia City's son, orphaned at the age of ten, set out to make his fortune... At least, that's the common legend. No one really knows the true origins, but they do know it relates to the old, unassuming city. With the old Patriarch gone, the family line now consists of brothers Marcus and Tarma . Tarma was married once, but his wife only bore twin daughters before her sudden illness. Marcus, however, bore a son and a daughter with Celadon.

THE COAT OF ARMS - Currently with Radegast.
An Aegislash called "Reginald", an ageless blade of indestructible metal said to house the spirits of all Reginalds who came before. After many generations, it is doubtlessly an immensely powerful creature. The shield bears the Reginald coat of arms, a circle of shining silver, surrounded by three black crescent moons, all on a sea of deep sage. The circle represents the Shield of Light, the green represents the origins of the family- the deep greens of Fuschia. No one remembers what the crescent moons mean, however. Many have their theories.
The Coat of Arms is incredibly wise, but very dim. It almost never picks up on lingo and nuance in language beyond the literal definition of words. Despite the dimwittedness, it has lived as long as the entire family line. As a result, it is highly knowledgeable in history, and especially battle strategy.
It acts less like a pokemon, and more like an extension of the user's own mind, very much like a Stand. It would act automatically, with, without, or even against the user's orders. This is because the Aegislash is an immensely powerful, independent creature with an extremely powerful, and extremely specific sense of duty. It will put it's own life before those of the ones it is sworn to protect... though good luck killing it.
Abilities: Stance Change
Moveset:
-King's Shield
-Sacred Sword
-Aerial Ace
-Flash Cannon
-Fury Cutter
-Shadow Ball
The Aegislash can "fuse" with a living blood Reginald to bolster its abilities as well as the human's abilities by a significant margin. Along with this transformation comes the addition of the following attacks at full-power.
-Hyper Beam
-Giga Impact
-Fissure
-Ice Beam
Fusion also negates all type weaknesses inherent to the Aegislash, and in fact renders all type attacks at least half as effective. The cost of such an incredible power is severe... and only a living Reginald can perform this particularly powerful brand of Spirit Bonding.

Moves discovered whilst fused with Radegast:
Slash - Simply any attack with the blade or the shield would register as this.
Icy Wind - A vastly inferior version of the Ice Beam, but still chills enemies all the same.

TARMA REGINALD - DECEASED
As the older brother, he is the standing Patriarch of the family. Though he was quite healthy at the age of 60, his health has rapidly deteriorated, to the point where he requires Soundwave, or at least a cane, to move around. The reason for this is a past fusion with Reginald the Aegislash. Most recently, due to fusion, Tarma has lost the strength in his legs to walk again. As the living Patriarch, he is the one who currently commands the Coat of Arms. Compared to Marcus, Tarma is a far wiser, more informed man. With the exception of the Coat of Arms, his closest friends are approximately level 70. All have been absorbed by Reginald the Aegislash
Soundwave the Noivern - A Noivern almost as old as Tarma. Larger than the average Noivern. Tarma's starter. Knows Fly, but the speakers on his head have seen better days.
Exploud
Chatot
Bronzong

MARCUS REGINALD
The younger brother, whose initial dislike of being the younger brother turned into a deeply passionate desire to hold to tradition. This is mainly because Tarma had no sons. Though very cold and blunt, impatient, and eager to conquer his foes in the field of battle, he is a loving father. He is aware of Radegast's intentions, and is surprisingly cool with his son's group's slow, yet steady development. However, he does plan to crush his son on his terms, to show his son the way the world works. When the time comes, Marcus will show his son what it means to be a Ruulan. All of his pokemon are approximately level 80.
Is now the standing Patriarch.
Palkia - Holds a grudge against Radegast. Marcus captured him in order to keep him away from an evil force that's still out there.
Rotom - His most treasured inheritance from his father. Acts very much like a butler.
Golurk - Marcus' personal bouncer, basically.
Swampert
Yanmega - Marcus' starter. Knows Fly, but his bug-like eyes are graying, and relies on Marcus' touch to know where and how to fly.

CELADON REGINALD
Marcus' wife, a terrifying trainer in her own right. She and Marcus teamed up to conquer the Team Doubles tournaments. She and Marcus were two peas in a pod when they first met. Even so late in their marriage, they still finish each others' sentences in a cute way. A natural at the arts of Pokemon breeding. While stories tell of her unparalleled warmth towards others and especially her husband, her son running away had triggered something dark and terrible within. This borderline hatred makes her the most dangerous and unpredictable of all the Reginalds. All of her pokemon are approximately level 80, matching Marcus' team.
Flygon - Knows Fly
Venusaur
Shedinja - Celadon's starter, a tireless bodyguard who protects her from the shadows at all times. The Ninjask who had produced it has long passed away, and was buried in the gardens for unending service and friendship.
Gallade - Often teams up with Marcus' Golurk as personal bouncers.

MARGRIET REGINALD
An incredibly attractive Champion-tier trainer with Hall of Fame entries in both the Kanto and Hoenn leagues. She is a model and aspiring actress, but is easily flustered by the ridiculous name "Marge". She hones her skills in private events, where she was offered many a deal for products. She is her parents' daughter, and sort of resents her brother for rejecting the family business, as well as causing irreparable damage to the family she loves. All of her pokemon are approximately level 60.
Crobat
Delphox
Poliwrath - Her starter.
Golem
Weavile
Raikou - A gift from Marcus, and Mergriet's closest friend next to Poliwrath, her starter.

TARMA'S TWINS
Nadine and Cori Reginald. They're rarely without their respective starters- An Abomasnow and a Ludicolo respectively.
Few ever talk about them, except for Tarma, who always raves about how wonderful his daughters are, and how much they make him proud.
Incidentally, the Twins run a gardening shop, and have not even attempted a Pokemon challenge. Now in their mid-late twenties, they have a chain running, and have recently expanded to Unova, opening a shop in Driftveil City.

RADEGAST REGINALD
The only son. He nicknamed the Coat of Arms "Reggie", which brought laughter from Tarma, but a lecture on "respect" from Marcus. Their relationship is... complicated... Especially now that they know he is alive and well in Unova- up until Radegast disappeared again.
Small note: Radegast is the only member of the family with muscle definition.

LUCY REGINALD
Disowned.

THE GUARD / FAMILY FRIENDS
As a powerful family, the Reginalds have many a contact either under their employ or under the value of friendship. It is the Guard that makes them appear to be mobsters, but many of them are profoundly grateful for the opportunities they were so lucky to have. The Reginalds have many a contact they can call for many a favour, but the core of their influence is maintained at the hands of three individuals.
LOGAN DE JONG
At seventeen years of age, Logan is pretty much the son Marcus wanted to have. However, due to the strict code the Reginalds hold, Logan would only be a legible heir if he married Margriet, and Radegast was dead. Though he's a better man than to ever consider murder, he does have a huge crush on Margriet.
Peregrine - A Pidgeot - Level 39
Magmatron - A Heatran, a reward from Marcus for great service, and also Logan's "badge' as Marcus' Right Hand. - Level 50
Marth - An Absol, a fiercely loyal friend, and Logan's original starter. - Level 40
PERCY FLETCHER
At twenty-nine, he's earned a prestigious position as the Left Hand. Taken in at a young age, he sees Marcus like the father he never had.
Wolverine - A Typhlosion, and Percy's starter - Level 31
Spotlight - A Lanturn - Level 30
GREGORY FLETCHER
Percy's younger brother. Twenty-eight years-old. He also sees Marcus as a father. While he's not as good a fighter as Percy or Logan, Gregory found his calling as an operator. He can drive and pilot many vehicles in Ruula, from cars to planes to boats.
Pin - A Cacturne - Level 29
Spearhead - A Fearow - Level 27

THE ESTATE - DESTROYED

The Reginald Estate was bordered by a ten-foot wall at key positions. Within the walls is an immense garden that spans from front to back, with only the two-story mansion itself to interrupt it. At the far back, a huge, ancient tree still blooms pink leaves every spring, overlooking the entrance to the Catacombs like an undying protector.

THE CATACOMBS - DESTROYED

A spiralling tunnel leading deeper and deeper, splitting off into rooms full of coffins, empty or occupied. Most of the coffins are empty, due to the owners' bodies and souls being absorbed by the Aegislash to bolster its power. The following is an incomplete list of Reginalds of the past.

-Mario Reginald - The First Reginald. His name is kept secret only by the Coat of Arms, but the gist of his legend is still known. A nobody who set out to make his fortune in an ordinary Pokemon journey, who later discovered the Spirit Bond and used it to give Reginald the Aegislash his soul, so the Aegislash could protect the family beyond death. The Spirit Bond knowledge was lost with him, until rediscovered centuries later. Some argue that the First didn't discover the Spirit Bond first, but others counter-argue the existence of Reginald is undeniable proof that the First did, in fact, discover the Spirit Bond centuries before the official discovery.
-The Second through Ninth - All names also lost, but their stories remain on faded plaques.
-The Tenth Reginald. A rebellious Reginald who defaced the Catacombs in order to try to rewrite history, slain by his son and Reginald, and cursed to be known only as "The Vandal". His coffin has since been removed by Lucy Reginald.
-Illya Reginald - The Tenth Reginald's son, heralded as "Holder of the Bloodline"
-"The Scorpion" - A warrior whose real name was lost to terrible conflict. Lived during some of the bloodiest battles between three other families. The Reginalds were the last family standing by the end of it. The ultimate symbol of the Reginald supremacy.
-Fargo Reginald, the first of his name
-Fargo Reginald II
-Fargo Reginald III
-Fargo Reginald IV, Saviour of Lavaridge.
-Orson Reginald, the first of his name, the "Peacemaker of Johto.” Long, long, very long ago, Kanto and Johto were at war. The actions of Orson from Kanto and his future wife from Johto had formed a peace agreement. Next to Orson’s tomb was a more intricately designed tomb, labeled “The love of my life, Barbara Reginald.”What was not written was that Orson was actually the Supreme Commander of the Kanto armies, and he had claimed Barbara (among other political and resource gains) in exchange for peace between the two regions. As they say, history was written by the victor, and much of that truth was lost in the generations that passed, especially in the fires four hundred years ago.
-Shin Reginald, the Great Ninja. Founder of the Old Fuscia Martial College, where he experimented and discovered leaps and bounds in the studies of poisons and antidotes, and also founder of the style that changed and evolved into what Kanto’s current Gym Leaders now practice. His wife’s tomb was labeled “Keeper of the Great Antidote.” Shin’s school itself was long gone, but many styles of martial arts that incorporate traditional methods use the same methods first applied there, especially those designed to hone one’s resistance to toxins.
-Horace Reginald, "The Kraken.” Long ago, he and Kyogre did battle on the sea. The reasons have been lost, but the two fought to a stalemate, and the Kyogre granted Horace “The Boon of the Sea”, where he and his kin would find a friend in the seas for generations to come.
-“The Jaguar” Reginald II - The master thief, who dedicated his life to helping folk improve on their security. The name is worn-out on his coffin. However, given that he was the son of The Kraken, some theorize his name was also Horace.
-Florence Reginald, "The Family Man” - Had twenty children, never did battle in his time.
-Gregorovich Reginald, The Lion. Father of Tarma and Marcus Reginald, grandfather to Radegast, Margriet, and Tarma's twin daughters Nadine and Cori. Named "The Lion" due to his impressive beard and flowing hair, as well as his ferocity and strength. Wrestled bear Pokemon in his time. Sacrificed himself in the Shadow Dimension to stop a great evil.
-Patricia Reginald, the great evil Gregorovich sacrificed himself to destroy. The mother of Lucy Reginald, had attempted to take the power of Giratina as her own.

So begins...

The Reginald Family's Story

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer

Character Portrait: Burgh the Castelia Gym Leader

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#2016-07-13 20:46:20, as written by HolyJunkie

Radegast looked up at Burgh. “You didn’t see it?” He asked. Somehow, despite focusing more on the music, he had seen the trick Rage had pulled.

Rage hadn’t eaten his Oran berry yet. Using that second-last Seismic Toss as cover from the view of the Gym Leader, the Primeape had popped the berry in his mouth for just that edge needed to take one last blow. It was an immensely risky move worthy of the bards of Rage’s old clan. A read that would’ve left Steelfist staggering in disbelief. “ARRROOOOOOOO!!!” Rage erupted as he slammed his fists into his chest with renewed energy.

“Nice fight, buddy,” Radegast smiled. “Though I imagine your ears are ringing from three Bug Buzzes. Can you hear me?” Rage tilted his head, or body, to the side. To the Primeape, there was nothing but ringing and the soft echoes of the sounds around him. Radegast lowered himself a little and began scratching behind the Primeape’s ear. “Let’s get you to a Pokemon Centre, a’ight?”

As Radegast stood up once more, the Primeape returned to his pokeball. Everyone else returned to their respective balls, save for Elder of course. “Anyway,” Radegast continued as Burgh approached to deliver the prizes. “Thanks for the fight, my friends had a great time,” he replied after Burgh handed him the cash, the disc, and the badge. “Be seein’ you, eh?”

With Burgh’s directions, Radegast slipped into the cocoon and slid down the slide-like shortcut, with Elder following closely.

As they moved to the front doors, Elder and Radegast began chatting about where to pool the prize in terms of gathering supplies. Castelia is a huge city, and the fifteen-year-old boy knew he’d have to pinch his Pokke very carefully. They had decided on a plan just when they stepped through the doors.

—

“Hey buddy,” A young man, in his twenties, stood outside of the gym entrance before Radegast. He wore a professional suit, plain and black. As simple as Agent X’s, only with an unusual brooch pinned over the breast pocket.

No… No no no no no!!! Was I too slow? No, he had to have already been here. Damn my rotten luck! Somehow, some way, Radegast managed to keep his panic under wraps. However, he was silent for a good spell. On Percy’s belt, Radegast spotted only two pokeballs. That calmed him down somewhat. He only brought the Typhlosion and the Lantern.

“Radegast… You’ve grown… Hair’s pretty long, too. I’m surprised the informant recognized you.” As Percy talked, Radegast took a deep breath, using the conversation as cover to avoid revealing just how panicked he was.

Of course Agent X snitched. The Federal agent type seemed to hold to a respectable principle after all. Radegast didn’t blame him; he was just unlucky that Percy happened to be in Castelia at the same time. “He had a Xatu, read my past,” Radegast replied, “Wish it was memories… At least with memories, you can suppress…” Radegast paused for a moment as he sized-up the trainer in front of him. “How’s things, Percy?”

“Well enough,” Percy reached for one of two pokeballs at his belt, “Your father never gave up on looking for you. You should at least talk to him.”

“I’ll talk with you Perc,” Radegast replied with a smile as Elder eyed Percy, “Not Dad, though.”

“… I guess that’s my only option then.” Percy shrugged. He would end up reporting this to Marcus anyway. One finger stroked the pokeball, but he did not pull it from the clamp… not yet, anyway. “Why are you taking the Gym challenge?” Percy asked, “Doesn’t that go against your ideals?”

“Only if I decided for my friends,” Radegast replied, “I didn’t.”

“You’re really hell-bent on proving your parents wrong, aren’t you?”

“Something like that…” As if it needed to be said, Radegast was not smiling.

“Looking at those badges and that Haunter of yours, (Radegast flashed a glare) I can see that even at my age, I’m out of your league. You really are your father’s son.”

“In a way,” Radegast shrugged, “A Reginald doesn’t go back on their word, after all.”

“That makes two of us,” came a new voice. Fuck! Radegast slowly turned to his left. A seventeen-year-old girl, fit as a fiddle, with eyes that mirrored Radegast’s, and equally brown hair cut short, with bangs that swept over one eye. She wore what appeared to be a brand-new outfit. Radegast could see his sister forgot to remove the tag off from one of the shoes. Her belt held six pokeballs. Though Radegast would never think so, Margriet was incredibly attractive. Her face was plastered on many a modelling billboard and magazine, “The Champion Queen Diva”, they called her. “Hey bro,” she greeted with a condescending, yet amused expression.

“Marge,” Radegast greeted simply. He still faced Percy, “Long time no see.”

“I’m a Champion now,” Margriet snapped, “In the Hall of Fame. Don’t think you can keep calling me that stupid nickname.”

“Champ Schmamp. You’re still my sister, Marge,” Radegast smiled innocently as he turned his head in time to watch his older sister begin to boil. Teasing his sister like old times managed to calm him down somewhat. “How’s Logan?”

“Doing fine, thank you,” Logan’s voice reached Radegast’s ears opposite from Margriet. Now that Radegast was calm, he could see that each of them had two more trainers backing them up. None of the trainers, Radegast recognized. All the extra figures, Logan included, carried at least three pokeballs. By Radegast’s math, they all held thirty-one fighters against Radegast’s weakened six. A fight was completely out of the question, especially since one’s in the Hall of Fame. “We were… worried… for a while, when we found out you were aboard that wrecked ship.”

Wrecked ship…? Oh, back when I met Crystal… They must’ve recovered the ship, checked the black boxes and such… “Lotta big guns for little old me,” Radegast shrugged. He felt like all eyes were on him. Elder, on the other hand, did not feel the same. His eyes darted for a possible opening. There were none he could immediately see.

“You’ve been gone for five years,” Margriet glowered, “Everyone’s been worried. Mom, Dad, Uncle Tarma, even me- as much as it burns me to say it.”

“I’m touched,” Radegast replied, “Really, I am… but I’m fine. I’m not coming back.”

“Not even for Uncle Tarma?” Margriet huffed and rolled her eyes, “He’s not going to last much longer at his age. Don’t you care? You are wearing his hat, after all. You’re the only legible heir!”

“There’s still you, Sis. You should take the Coat of Arms,” Radegast hissed, “Why does it have to be the son?”

“Believe me, if I could I’d make sure you weren’t bothered again,” Margriet’s cold response chilled Percy, but seemed to hold no effect on Radegast. “But you know Daddy just as well as I do.”

“I guess it’s too bad we have such different opinions,” Radegast stuffed his hands into his pockets, “In any case, do you guys have any authority here? Are the police in on this? Moving to detain me in front of an establishment like this gym…” Radegast jerked his head towards the doors. No-doubt there were witnesses who were watching through the windows of many a surrounding building.

“We… can get the permissions,” Percy replied. Evidently he did not think of that.

Yes! An opening! “So you don’t have them?” Radegast asked, “Then you really cannot be blocking me.”

“Come on. We’re not gonna let you up and vanish again. We’re not stupid,” Logan spat.

“And the Reginalds are not thugs,” Radegast barked in a way very unlike himself. His eyes were filled with a terrible intensity. It was a commanding shout from a side he preferred to keep under wraps. Percy and Logan flinched, as did every other backup trainer. Even Elder stalled and turned to face the human with unease.

Margriet, however, smirked knowingly. “How about a duel then?” The older sister stepped forward calmly, “A perfectly lawful duel, with these fine gentlemen as an audience. If you win, you walk free, and we won’t follow you. If I win…” she giggled. If the laughter was not so cute and endearing, Radegast would’ve found it grating. “If! Oh! I’m such a joker!”

Radegast’s face did not betray his panic, though his eyes relaxed somewhat. His inherited poker face was good enough to stop everyone… except the only one here who was a Champion, the only one he needed to shake if he were to have a chance to escape. The only one who could kick the collective ass of himself and every one of his friends. Radegast couldn’t do that to his friends. There had to be some way out…

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#2016-07-13 21:33:43, as written by NeverEndingFlip

"Woah! It's a Champion!"

The next thing everyone knew, Maxin was stepping in between Radegast and Margriet, walking up to her and holding out his hand for her to shake, "My name's Maxin Shephard! I'm a HUUUUUUGE fan! I've seen every televised fight, read everything that has your name in it, and...oh my Arceus I can't believe it's actually you! I can't believe I'm actually meeting the real Margriet! What are you doing in Castelia?! I mean, I get it. You're a busy woman and you've got a lot of places to be. And...ooooohhh, I'm just so excited that you're standing in front of me...in person!" Maxin continued to gush and gush, taking a thousand words a minute. He was acting like a fan girl, basically.

Meanwhile, Radegast would be alerted by a tiny tug on his pants leg. If he turned he would see the tiny claw of Drillbur jutting out of the asphalt. She was out of sight from everyone as she had positioned herself perfectly. She pointed towards the Escape Rope Radegast had bought earlier and gave them a thumbs up before her clawed hand disappeared from the surface.

Meanwhile, Maxin was droning on, "Can I have your autograph?!" He proceeded to pull out a whole bunch of pictures of Margriet from his backpack and presented them to the Champion, "Well...a few of them actually. One for me, one for my sister Jay, on for Uncle Tomas, one for Aunt Becky, and one for my best friend Vinny!" He had the widest grin on his face and the most quivering of eyes that only the completely heartless and anti-Politically Correct could say no to.

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#2016-07-13 22:22:22, as written by HolyJunkie

Radegast tried so desperately not to smile, or else Maxin’s distraction would’ve been for naught. When Margriet’s two back-ups began to move to keep the boy away from her, Margriet hel up a hand. She clearly relished the attention, and even produced a sharpie to sign the photos with, Logan and Percy were not nearly as dumb. Percy’s Typhlosion darted around Radegast and covered the hole with her thickly coated body. “Not fast enough, little one,” the Typhlosion growled.

“Shit!” Radegast yelped when the larger beast turned her gaze up to the human. His sister, suddenly snapped out of “diva mode” by her brother’s yelp, moved to get at him. She produced her pokeball and unleashed a Raikou… and suddenly dropped to the road with a shriek. No one had noticed the tiny Joltik wrap her legs up with strong silk webbing. “Sir!” the Operative chirped with a hop, “This way, sir!”

Radegast did not need telling twice. With Elder at his side, Radegast burst past the Raikou- lost without Margriet’s command. As Radegast sprinted past his sister for Operative to hop onto his shoulder, he turned his head and shouted, “Another time, Marge!” He had half a mind to thank Max, but he imagined that would paint an even bigger target on the younger boy’s back even more than the attempted escape route with the Drillbur.

Margriet’s face purpled in a Mankey’s rage. Now that she was angry, she paid Maxin no mind at all. After a wordless shout, she barked, “GET HIM!” at the Raikou. The Legendary beast bounded after Radegast, only Elder was quick enough to turn. The Haunter’s eyes flashed bright for a split-second, and the Raikou suddenly found himself in a hazy wonderland. The beast bounded directly into a thick oak tree in the middle of the park, and scrambled and flailed when he dropped to the ground. The Raikou was too distracted by the hallucinations to continue chase.

“Hurry up!” Radegast continued running. The Operative began flinging silk webbing after silk webbing to cover the ground behind them. Elder hovered over the webbing easily, but those on feet would find themselves stuck within several steps.

He suddenly felt tackled. An Absol had used his incredible speed to bound to the uncovered spots. “Marth!” Radegast smiled, “How’s it been, buddy?”

Marth, the Absol, belonged to Logan. The trainer called a command, “Get the Haunter, use Night Slash!”

The Absol almost registered the command when it was suddenly launched high into the sky. Rage had burst from his pokeball and delivered a savage punch directly into the Absol’s underbelly. “LET US RUN, FRIEND-RADEGAST!” the Primeape bellowed as his fury-filled eyes leered at Logan. The seventeen-year-old boy- shaken to borderline paralysis, accidentally dropped his second pokeball uselessly onto the ground.

The Operative stopped flinging webbing- she was incredibly fatigued from producing so much, on top of her weakened state from the gym, and needed to recharge. She braced herself on top of Radegast’s hat as Rage pulled Radegast back to his feet. Elder quickly bumped fists with Rage, and the three of them continued running.

“You got this, Raikou!” his sister’s distant voice inflicted a true dread over Radegast.

Damnit, the Confuse Ray wore off. Elder turned in mid-air, hovering backwards, in time to see the huge beast gaining on them rapidly, almost like lightning. Elder’s eyes flashed once more… but the Haunter was suddenly flung down the street, tumbling and rolling to a stop farther ahead.

Rage and Radegast turned in time to see a sparking, crackling, and infuriated Raikou descending upon them. The Primeape barely managed to dodge an incoming swipe, and returned in kind with a sweeping kick. The Raikou’s powerful leg gave in… too easily. The first leg planted itself back on the ground while the second leg- the one struck by Rage, swung around and came bearing down on the Primeape.

The street cracked and buckled as Rage’s fury exploded with the immense pain he felt. His arms were barred and locked as he barely managed to block the enormous impact. The Primepape’s muscles bulged painfully as the Raikou continued to push harder and harder, aiming to crush the tiny pig-monkey under a single paw. Rage emitted a wordless shriek. It was no battle cry, rather it was a desperate attempt to try to stay conscious. The crushing blow started to make the Primeape’s knees buckle.

“Let go of my friend!” The Raikou’s head twitched as the beast was sent sprawling. The blow to the side of the head did not really do much to such a majestic and powerful beast, but the mere thought of a human making such a move was unheard of. “Ow fuck fuck fuck!” Radegast waved his hand. The scar tissue had split once more, and his knuckles bled profusely.

After shaking off the initial shock of such an unusual move, the Raikou stood up and reared to pounce and finish off the Primeape. All of a sudden, the huge monster flinched in pain. The Operative had inflicted a nasty Bug Bite on the Raikou’s neck. It was not that the bite itself did much damage at all. A proud beast such as Raikou would treat such a sudden attack as an affront against nature, especially on top of the human’s weak, yet impressive punch. The Raikou shook his coat rapidly to get rid of the tick.

However, the Operative had hopped off a second before. As the Raikou shook his coat, his legs remained stationary. When she clung to the Raikou, the tiny Joltik had absorbed an immense amount of static electricity, and she became essentially super-charged. Within an instant after hopping off, the Joltik began to glow white. Once she landed, the Operative was a two-foot arachnid, a Galvantula.

With the extreme boost in power, the Operative darted between the Raikou’s legs at lightning speed, producing so much silk with her larger body, and so much more. Remembering the Pokken fight with the Pikachu, the Operative knew she needed to produce enough string shot to withstand the power this Raikou could produce. She eventually managed to tie both hind legs together before the super-charged effect began to wear off. The Operative scrambled back to Radegast in time for the Raikou to stop shaking his coat.

Within such a short timespan, the tiny bug had managed to make the Raikou trip up. Granted, it did no real damage, but the Raikou’s frustrated howls might as well be the horns of victory. With the Raikou currently incapacitated and the other trainers not too far behind, Radegast recalled Rage, and used the Operative’s empty pokeball to pull the knocked-out Elder to safety. After the Operative hopped onto Radegast’s back, the human burst into a sprint for the North Exit.

With the new rejuvenated form, the Operative continued flinging larger webbing to further slow them down. Eventually, they breached the city exit before any guards could mobilize. They vanished into the forests surrounding the land side of Castelia. Whether Maxin caught up or not, Radegast could not afford to check. Hopefully he fared well and escaped.

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#2016-07-13 22:53:45, as written by NeverEndingFlip

Maxin watched as the Reginald Family and all of their grunts took chase after Radegast, keeping the same act up as they pursued. When the last Reginald rounded the bend, he breathed a sigh of relief. Things didn't go exactly the way he had planned, but at least he'd given enough time for Radegast to get away. That Raikou looked intimidating, but he was confident his new friend and the Pokemon he accompanied would find a way to lose them. He was sure of it.

He smiled and walked over to the spot the Typhlosion had covered, "Okay, Toff! They're gone!"

The ground shifted slightly under Maxin's feet and the Drillbur popped out, rolling her shoulders forward, "Did they escape?" she asked Maxin, eyes quivering with suspense.

"They did," came Snips's voice from above. The Snivy had watched the whole spectacle from a vantage point, keeping an eye on their friends as they left the city, "They'll be fine, I think."

Maxin gave Snips a high-five, "That was a good idea!"

Snips began to climb onto Maxin's back, "That was some good acting back there."

Maxin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Well...it wasn't all acting. A part of me enjoyed meeting a former Champion, even if she seemed pretentious and egotistic. It was like the air electrified when she showed up! Couldn't you feel it?"

Snips gave him a cynical look, "I think that was her Raikou, Maxin."

Maxin gave a passing glance towards the spot they had been, "Or maybe it was the Raikou." he muttered before clapping his hands, "Alright! We have some catching up to do! Now that we've dealt with that, we can finally challenge Burgh! Everyone good with that?"

Snips and Toff gave a confident nod.

"Then let's show 'em all why we're the best! TO BURGH'S GYM!"

"TO BURGH'S GYM!" They cried in unison.

And so Maxin began to blaze the trail towards the Bug-Type specialist's gym once more. It was lucky he decided to go to the Pokemon Center while Radegast was fighting. Otherwise, he wouldn't have overheard the two grunts talking to one of the boys about Radegast and hatched a plan. Being nosy had it's perks. But now, he had to concentrate on the Gym Challenge. He just hoped that when those fiends came knocking at Radegast's doorstep again, he'd be more prepared. For now, he'd prepare himself. He'd get more friends to help him. He'd help them grow stronger every day.

And he would see Radegast again.

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#2016-07-13 22:58:00, as written by HolyJunkie

Margriet held her hand out to Logan, who immediately handed her a knife. With a swift motion, she slashed through the webbing. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered.

“That he managed to beat your Raikou?” Logan asked. Margriet did not respond. “Well… technically he didn’t. Your Raikou is still in tip-top condition.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Margriet huffed, “He outsmarted my darling. Him and his pokemon.”

Percy compared Margriet’s words with those he heard from Radegast. “I don’t think he did anything,” Percy said.

“He escaped, obviously he did something,” Margriet snapped.

“What I mean is, I don’t think he outsmarted you,” Percy glanced at the road, where droplets of blood beelined all the way to the exit and beyond, where the blood was then hidden in the grass and dirt. “That Joltik seemed to act on it’s own…” he crouched down to one of the droplets of blood. “If anything, Radegast was the one who made the mistake…” Percy dabbed a finger in the spot and confirmed the redness on his finger. Does anyone have a Stoutland?” he called to the backup trainers.

One of them unleashed the huge dog known well for tracking scents. “We need to catch up, set him on the trail,” he ordered, pointing at the blood.

“I’m coming with you,”

“Margriet,” Logan said, “Don’t forget, you have a shoot this afternoon.”

Radegast’s older sister huffed in annoyance. She then turned to Logan as the Raikou stood up and shook his fur once more to remove the dirt of the road. “Send someone to every city in Unova. Tell them to keep an eye out for Radegast.”

“Shall I give chase then?” Percy asked.

“Yes, take everyone here and go.”

“Yes ma’am.” Percy beckoned, and the group of seven headed out towards the city exit.

“How about me?” Logan asked. He was about to go when Margriet stopped him. He straightened himself to appear more manly, though he was a perfectly capable trainer in his own right.

“Tell Father what has happened,” she said, “You can phone him, but I’m sure he’d want to hear it in person.”

The colour ran from Logan’s face. “Yes, ma’am.” he answered automatically.

With a smile, Margriet pecked Logan on the cheek and walked off. She stroked the Raikou’s mane as she headed to a different sector of the city to the photography studio.

Logan gulped, suddenly aware of his own failure in the encounter. Marth had been knocked out upon landing, and he had choked. That Primeape… there was something terrible about that Primeape. The way it’s eyes had never-ending wrinkles of fury, or that constantly murderous, bloodshot stare. It didn’t even hesitate to target himself- a human! How could such a boy as Radegast associate with such a savage… thing?

His hands trembled as he reached for his phone. He took a couple of deep breaths, and then tapped on the icon reading “MARCUS VORPAL REGINALD”.

“Sir, Radegast got away,” Logan’s voice quivered as he willed himself to report as concisely as he could.

“Logan? I told Percy not to tell you or Margriet,” Marcus growled, “Did he-”

“It’s not Percy’s fault. We found out on our own,” Logan lied, “It didn’t matter, anyway. Radegast’s… but we got people giving chase… and… and…”

Marcus’ voice was suddenly calming and fatherly. “Calm yourself, Logan. Take a breather. I wish to hear this in detail, in person. I will fly there immediately. I’ll see you at Café Sonata in a few hours.”

“Yes sir,” Logan replied. Marcus then hung up, leaving Logan alone on the street. He still shook from the effects of that Primeape’s leer. He took a step, stumbled from having held still for so long, and then regained his pace. Slowly, but surely, his composure came back to him.

In a few hours, a Yanmega landed with a rumbling buzz. Marcus hopped off and strode into the Café. He saw Logan, having recently removed the effects of the Leer with a delicious waffle. “Sir, I ordered a fudge brownie just the way you like it.”

“At-ease, Logan,” Marcus chuckled as he sat down. A waitress brought along a delicious-looking brownie that looked to have escaped the pages of a dessert magazine.

“Pleasure to have you in our establishment once more, Monsieur Reginald,” the Waitress greeted politely.

“Hey, the pleasure is mine,” Marcus smiled. Logan couldn’t help but notice just how similar Marcus and Radegast looked. Friendly, warm, with an underlying, commanding aura. “Let’s hear what happened, Logan. My son was at the Gym, was he not?”

“Yes, he had just won, and we approached him just as he left.”

“With a mob?” Marcus hummed in a monotone.

“Yes…”

“I doubt most people would think to get the help of the police on this matter,” Marcus added, “Radegast technically did nothing wrong, so a warrant can’t possibly be filed.”

“That’s… kind of what he counted on too,” Logan said.

Marcus hummed, “Anyway, how did he escape if you had him surrounded?”

“He tripped up Margriet. There was a Joltik, it tied her legs together.”

Marcus burst out laughing, a sight that sent the rest of the café into a silence. The laughter became contagious as Marcus repeated, “A tiny Joltik tied up a Champion’s legs?! Hell, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!”

Logan couldn’t help but also find the laughter contagious… only a little. “Is she fine, though?” Marcus asked.

“Yes,” Logan replied.

“Good, continue,” Marcus picked up the small fork and sliced a chunk off from the brownie to chew on.

Logan continued the story, from the Raikou giving chase, to the Haunter sending the Raikou into a drunken sprawl after ramming into a tree, Marcus laughed, as did the restaurant now that it began listening in. He then told them about his involvement. His Absol, Marth, had almost captured Radegast, but then a Primeape sent Marth packing, and made Logan choke. The crowning achievement in comedy was when the Joltik managed to trip up the Raikou.

“Holy hell, I can’t believe this happened to my little girl,” Marcus was in tears.

“Actually, it wouldn’t have ended up like that if Radegast didn’t punch the Raikou,” Logan finished.

Suddenly the restaurant was silent. Logan was suddenly unsure of the direction the conversation was going. He felt like a messenger that was about to be killed unfairly. “He punched a Raikou?” Marcus seemed suspicious, as if the absurdity finally crossed a line.

“His hand was bleeding afterward, but he did send it sprawling away from the Primeape.”

“Well I’ll be,” Marcus stroked his chin with his free hand. “Listen, Logan. Don’t feel ashamed for your performance. My son is simply out of your league.”

“Not out of Margriet’s league, though. His pokemon couldn’t do anything to really damage the Raikou, though. He couldn’t possibly defeat the Raikou.”

“And yet, he escaped from the fastest land beast known to man. I’d say he was quite victorious,” Marcus replied, “He humiliated not only yourself and everyone Percy had brought, but also my daughter- a Champion.”

“I’m sorry I failed regardless,” Logan looked down, ashamed. He felt unworthy to be in the presence of such a great man as Marcus Vorpal Reginald.

Marcus reached across and clamped a tough hand over Logan’s shoulder. “Don’t be, my boy,” He smiled warmly, “It’s fine, really. I needed to hear this. I’ve never felt so proud in five years. What’s passed is past, what matters now is what’s happening now. Where is everyone else?”

“Percy took the ones on-call and began searching for Radegast,” Logan replied, “He left a trail from that wound he got.”

“They got a tracker?”

“A Stoutland.”

“Perfect.”

“Margriet’s currently at a photo shoot, otherwise she’d have joined them.”

“Good,” Marcus nodded, “She’s got her own business to attend to, and I’d hate for her to get humiliated again. Girl at her age, with her attitude… by Arceus… She’s not worthy of the Coat.”

“Radegast did say he didn’t want the coat.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Marcus rolled his eyes, “But it’s not up to him… Tarma’s not going to last forever.”

“How is Uncle Tarma, by the way?”

“His legs aren’t what they used to be,” Marcus sadly replied, “He uses that Noivern of his to get around nowadays… All the more reason to get Radegast back…”

“We have also sent word to get informants set up at every city in Unova. They’ll call one of us as soon as they spot Radegast.”

“Also good,” Marcus hummed, “Now that we’ve found him, we can’t afford to lose his trail. Hell… after five years, who knows how many enemies he’s made… especially that anonymous caller who told us he was here. He sounded like a pro, that one… I wonder what he’s gotten himself into…”

“Frankly, sir,” Logan replied, “I’d be more concerned about what friends he’s made, rather than his enemies.”