Jyo Chuzunya
Mikki the garchomp had seemed incredibly amused at the shenanigans of her new friends, dancing about and flattening the local flora as they went. However, fun time ended quickly when Dancer was picked up and they were told to head back. This didn't seem to dampen the garchomp's spirits at all, and in fact, she snickered to the Mr. Mime.
Back on the beach, Jyo shook her head slightly at Ricardo,"Its nothing. I probably heard a bird pokemon's call or something."
Jyo rolled her eyes openly at Castron's refusal to wait for the scouting pokemon to return, because the ones that had returned could hardly be counted as scouting. Maybe he didn't care that much for his own team, but the rich girl wasn't going anywhere without her loyal bodyguard. She stepped out into the water and put her fingers into her mouth in order to produce a sharp, loud whistle. An instant later, all four water types returned, rushing back to their trainer's call, as if expecting an emergency,"Sorry to make you worry, our fearless leader wants to head inland, and I don't want to be caught unarmed."
Zeik ordered the other three to their pokeballs, though they only listened when Jyo called them back. She allowed the wigglytuff and the garchomp to remain free as well, since the two had been in their balls for most of the journey. Jyo was about to make an annoyed comment to Castron about not waiting for her pokemon, when she saw his frail body, no longer concealed by his jacket. She fell quiet then, and instead followed along silently. She knew that there was suffering in the world, and she had done her best to help others, but she didn't have the ability to help everyone. Castron was proof of that. She definitely would be inviting them all to her home after this. No ifs ands or buts.