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Cinder the Charmander

Seraphine kent's charmander

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by doctorjenny

So begins...

Cinder the Charmander's Story

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Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: Crimson the Chimchar Character Portrait: Tag the Turtwig Character Portrait: Meryl the Minun Character Portrait: Sarik the Squirtle Character Portrait: Pert the Plusle
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Cinder was resting peacefully in her pokeball. The battle could have gone way better but there was no way for Seraphine to know that the Jellicent was a water/ghost type. She hoped they did well enough to get into the academy. Cinder felt some turbulence in the pokeball but that was to be expected. Seraphine probably put her in her backpack. After a few hours, Cinder was taken out of her pokeball. Opening her eyes, she expected to see Seraphine, probably obsessing over how they did at the battle in a dorm room. Instead, she woke up in a cave in the mountains with a bunch of other Pokemon, most of which she didn't know the species of. The first words out of her mouth were, "where am I? And where is Seraphine?"

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Cinder looked up at the fire monkey, still unsure about whether she should trust him. He did say that they were going to try to get her back to Seraphine. She looked over at the one that was tied up to a tree. That must be Domingo, the one that took her away. She looked at the bear beside him. At least they didn't all want to capture her. She felt a sense of relief that she would be with her human soon. "Yeah, Seraphine's my human. We were doing our entrance exam for the trainer's academy and we fought really hard." Cinder heard voices approaching. More pokemon? She turned her head. It was Seraphine and the girl they battled with! They also had a boy with them with a pokemon she didn't recognize. The other pokemon immediately tensed up as the girl told Seraphine to stay back. Seraphine summoned another pokemon, a weird, fire-flower bug thing. For a split second, Cinder felt sad. Had she been replaced? But then Seraphine looked at her, and she knew she hadn't. Cinder gave a huge smile. She noticed the fire monkey approaching her and turned towards him. "I guess your owner is here. Let's get you back to her." She happily took his hand and walked towards her human. When the fire monkey asked for her name, she answered, "Cinder!"


Seraphine wasn't sure she liked riding a bike tied to a pokemon she didn't recognize. She did admit though, it was faster than walking. They came up on a cave deep in the mountains. "Get back, Seraphine!" she heard Touko shout. On instinct, she summoned the volcarona. She should be prepared in case she had to fight. She looked past Touko to see a few wild pokemon, including a bulbasaur and squirtle and... Cinder! She looked around at the ones she didn't recognize until her gaze finally shifted to the one tied up to the tree. That looked like the only water type she didn't recognize, it must be the Samurott. She was filled with anger at that moment. She didn't want to "Stay back". But as she was about to protest, she noticed the monkey, which looked like a fire type, take Cinder's hand and start approaching. She made a mental note to see what kind of pokemon that was back at the academy. It looked pretty awesome. Cinder let out a cheerful "Char!" and all her anger disappated. Cinder was safe, and happy. "Wait!" she said to Touko and the boy, whose name was Grimsley apparently. She told Touko's volcarona to stay back and she started approaching the two pokemon.

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"Cinder huh? That's a cool name. I'm Crimson," the Chimchar introduced, "And while I would introduce everyone on my team...well now might not seem like the best time." As he talked he saw the one called Seraphine approaching. Good, he thought.

"Well, that's a bit rude!" Tag called from his place.

"Yeah, honestly," Meryl added.

Even Pert gave a slight nod in agreement with the rest of them.

Crimson shook his head in good spirits. "Oh fine." He pointed at each Pokémon as he cycled through the bunch. "Tag, Sarik, Pert, Meryl. Are you guys happy now?"

"I thought we weren't the type who made a big deal about who we were," Tag responded. Crimson was about to give him a really? look when he saw that unmistakable grin on the Turtwig's face and realized he was being played with.

Crimson couldn't help but laugh, "Seriously? Right now you do this?"

A comical shrug was Tag's response. Guess that meant yes.

At least Seraphine was in front of Crimson and Cinder by the time their banter was finished. Crimson gave Cinder a pat on the back. "Go say hi, buddy. It was nice meeting you, even if only for a little while."

With that, he held out the Pokeball for Seraphine to take.

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Cinder smiled. She could be friends with these guys, they seemed pretty cool. Well, except for Domingo. "It was nice meeting you guys too! Maybe I'll see you around sometime." She watched as Seraphine took her pokeball and put it away. Then, she closed the gap between her and Seraphine quickly as Seraphine bent down to pick her up. She could feel Seraphine hug her tighter than normal, and for a few seconds longer. She hugged back, although her short arms could not envelope Seraphine like Seraphine's could her. Seraphine said, "I missed you so much. I was so worried." Cinder replied "I missed you too. There was no need to be worried though. These guys are awesome." She hoped they got into the academy. She was excited to meet other pokemon, especially if they were as awesome as these guys.


Seraphine heard some chatter among the pokemon, and while they all seemed guarded, it seemed like good-natured chatting. Cinder seemed to enjoy the conversation, as she even participated a little. The pokemon that was leading Cinder to her held out Cinder's pokeball. She smiled, took it, and put it away. She wasn't going to put Cinder up for a little while. Then, she bent down to give Cinder a hug, who came rushing towards her. She hugged her pokemon for quite a few seconds. She even felt tears come to her eyes. "I missed you so much. I was so worried." Cinder gave a heartfelt "Char cha charmander!" which she could only interpret as she felt the same. "I think we've had enough commotion for one day. Let's get back to the academy to await the results." She turned to the pokemon that had given Cinder back. "Thank you so much for giving Cinder back. It was awesome meeting you all." She continued to hold Cinder as she turned around and walked back towards Touko and Grimsley.

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Crimson smiled as the reunion took place right in front of him. It was that warming feeling that gave him all the gratitude of being an Isle Defender...the ability to help others. Every Pokémon he saved, every wrong they righted in the world...well, in any world. It was what he lived for nowadays.

Well, that and the cool powers and abilities he had so many of...that was also a nice perk.

He stared Seraphine straight in the eye as she spoke, finding sincere gratitude there as she spoke to him. If only he could respond...for the zillionth time of this journey, he wished he'd brought a couple of Dr. Eckel's prototype communicators just so he could speak to the humans. The Pokespeak barrier was really annoying at times.

He winked at Seraphine before walking back to his position on the field, awaiting what the others would do now that they got their Pokémon back.

"So, you guys still up for fighting?" Crimson called to the rest of the group.

"I was in the middle of a nap before all this stuff started going on. No!" Sarik's response was immediate.

"I could use a fight...haven't seen one in a while," Tag remained poised.

Crimson chuckled, "You just want an excuse to run around a bit more."

"So what if I do? Besides, doesn't that legendary look exciting?"

Crimson stared at the boy's Pokémon he was riding for the first time. "While I wouldn't say fighting it is ideal, it looks cool."

"Oh come on! You've beaten harder."

"I've lost to easier."

"Still, don't you think so?"

Crimson could only smirk. The truth was the challenge excited him, just like it did when he'd fought Zane or Mewtwo or Neeko. The barrier was he always had a job to do and he put it first. In this case, he had a job to do...bring Cinder back.

Now that he'd done that, the legendary looked more enticing than ever. But he wouldn't provoke a fight. It just wasn't in him.

So he would wait, and he would make sure the rest of his teammates waited until the humans decided what they wanted to do. Most likely, they got what they wanted...they would leave.

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"We've gotten what we came for. Good job, team. Let's head back. I'll just ask for my Volcarona back, thank you...and Grimsley, return that...THING this instant! Just seeing it gives me the creeps! We need to talk. Badly." A storm cloud practically accompanied her as the three humans walked back, successful in their mission.

Back at the Academy, Touko was positively livid after taking a peek at her Pokedex. "You did WHAT?! You caught a fucking GOD OF DEATH? Grimsley, have you completely lost your damn mind? You're supposed to challenge Trainers that get that far, not completely obliterate them! If Grand Champion Iris knew what you've done, I'm sure she'd call you up to League HQ and give you the beatdown you deserve for getting all high and mighty! Unless you intend to take her throne for yourself?"

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: Seraphine Kent Character Portrait: Yoshimune Shimazu Character Portrait: Cinder the Charmander Character Portrait:
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Radegast recalled every pokemon save for Elder. The two of them were about to begin the trek down the bike-trodden fields when he saw three bikes leave the forest, heading straight to the distant buildings.

“Huh,” Radegast tilted his head a little to seemingly get a better look at the small group. “Looks like they know what’s goin’ on.”

Radegast dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie as the wind picked up slightly. He and Elder continued down the path towards the Academy proper. By the time they reached the gate, the trainer picked up the shouts of a girl. Something about… a god of death?

“Nah,” Radegast smirked at Elder, “I doubt she’s met RAGE.”

The Haunter had enough self-awareness to know that no one could possibly be talking about RAGE. Being the wisest of the bunch, Elder was genuinely wondering what exactly would constitute as a “God of Death”. Was it a certain kind of pokemon? Elder had visited ruins alongside Radegast, but nothing seemed to mention a deity focused on destruction in general. "A Pokemon, I'll bet... But here? I would enjoy examining such a creature," Elder muttered.

Unaware of what Elder had said, Radegast rounded the corner of a dormitory in search for an office of some sort. He was looking for someplace for visitors to register their presence, or at least the source of the shouting voice. After rounding a couple of corners, Radegast found himself standing on the side edge of an enormous, plain duelling field. Much like a soccer field, it was a rectangle split in two, with a large silver pokeball decal in the centre, and two smaller circles along each width side. The gray lines coupled with the white tiled ground gave the arena a sterile look. Elder hovered low over the decal in the centre and prodded it with a clawed finger. He seemed satisfied with the durability of the arena, which mattered to him more than the grossly plain aesthetic.

Still no signs of the conversing trainers, however. Did Radegast miss them? “Hello?” Radegast called. He wobbled forward and backward casually with his hands still in his pockets. “Yo, anyone around?”

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Crimson breathed a sigh of relief when they said they were heading back. Fights always excited him, but only when he was fighting animosity, not creating it.

The brunette didn't seem very accepting about the boy's Legendary, but he didn't mind. Looking in hindsight, it may have been worth it just to see how far he would get to beating the flying dragon type, but he also felt a sense of foreboding...he would get his chance.

He waved a hearty goodbye towards Cinder mostly, but a little bit towards Seraphine as well. They had their hearts in the right place. They would do fine at their academy.

And just like that, the tension faded as the three left, leaving most of TeaM PerSisTenCe with hunched shoulders and drooped arms...well those that had arms to droop.

"Alright...that's enough excitement for one day," Sarik started walking towards the beds, "I'm going to nap now!"

"Hold on," Crimson stopped him, "We still need to find out why Domingo acted the way he did."

With a groan, Sarik redirected his walking path from the bed to the tied up Samurott. "Go take a break, he said," Sarik muttered under his breath, "I got this, he said."

And while Crimson felt bad for going against what he'd asked Sarik to do earlier, he needed him. There were just some things that Sarik was better at than Crimson.

"I'll be scout!" Tag called and bolted out the east entrance to make his way up the mountain.

"Okay, Pert, Meryl, come here," he motioned towards the two who were talking in the corner. They bounded towards him.

"Yeah?" Pert said.

"I'll need you guys as standby. If anything goes wrong and Samurott starts attacking us, zap him with something. Your attacks are stronger against him."

"We know that!" Meryl waved her hand at him.

"Don't worry, we got this," Pert added.

"Alright, just be careful," Crimson cautioned, "This could get dicey."

When Crimson, Pert, and Meryl walked over, Sarik was already studying Domingo, looking for oddities. Dobro was leaning against the wall, seemingly upset. It was difficult to see such a fighter taken to this level of despair.

"What's up, Dobro?" Crimson had to ask.

"I'm just worried," Dobro waved them off, "That's all."

Crimson nodded and moved on. He had every right to be. It was like a role reversal for him. When Domingo was just an Oshawott and Dobro was just a Pancham, they were the best of friends. That was before the Psychic Rebellion. When the Psychic types started to see themselves as superior to the other Pokemon, they started doing terrible of those things that the Psychic Rebellion did that was personal to Domingo was kidnapping Dobro. It was the thing that spurred Domingo to become an Isle Defender as well as one of the best Isle Defenders. It was one of those things Crimson noticed in Domingo when Crimson joined the guild later...the overpowering sense of determination in the Samurott. It was his insignia and his very style of life.

A few months before the final battle between the Psychic Rebellion and the Isle Defenders, Domingo found Dobro in one of their work camps. Dobro was completely brainwashed by the Psychic Rebellion, much like how Domingo was now. It took a lot of effort, but Dobro eventually came to remember Domingo after Domingo relayed the memories they shared together when they were kids. It came with a price, however. He ended up losing his other partner, Genus the Bearctic, to the Psychic rebellion.

Yeah, that day was a rough one for a lot of reasons, especially for Crimson who was put out of commission for a while on that day. But finding Dobro had been one of the bright spots.

Now, it was clear that Dobro had tried to get in touch with Domingo through the same method, but it didn't work. Crimson felt sorry for him. The two brutes were inseparable now. Watching their teamwork as they did their job was something to marvel at. Not to mention the fact that their two could almost completely measure up to his five member was something powerful.

Crimson promised that he would bring them back to that no matter what.

"Sarik, got anything?" he wondered, looking over the Squirtle's shoulder.

"Well...he looks completely fine except for these black rings around his eyes." Sarik commented, turning around to face Crimson, "He very well may be under influence of a Dark-Type."

"A Dark-Type?" Crimson repeated, "What Dark-Types have the ability to control other Pokemon?"

"None that I know of," Sarik admitted, "It could be Tech doing this?"

"Could it?" Crimson questioned, "Dr. Eckels isn't here. He may know how to do that, but he wouldn't try to create such a thing for fear of it falling into the wrong hands. Besides, how could anyone else with his Tech even get here? It was us, Team Justice, and Team RedEye that went through that portal."

Sarik shrugged, "We haven't run into Team RedEye so far. Shot in the dark, maybe it's them?"

"No," Crimson refuted, "They have their own agenda. They were only bad when Zane led them."

"Maybe Zane is with them?"

"How could Zane have sneaked through the portal?"

"I don't know. He's crafty. We both know that."

Crimson thought over this for a few moments, then sighed, "It's possible. We'll look for Team RedEye when we get a chance. In the meantime, any way to reverse it?"

"Potentially with a Dark-Type move. Know any of those?" Sarik couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah, I think I got a few," Crimson grinned, "Stand back."

As the others backed away Crimson thought about whether he should do this. The Dark-Type had been more functionally useful to him than any of the other types he could change into, but there was a risk accompanied with it. There was a part of him there...a sinister part of him who loved to take control. He had yet to figure it out, but he knew he'd let it take over once and almost let it happen again while he was sleeping. It had been dormant since attempt two, but Crimson was always wary of it.

So long as he didn't tap too far into his Dark-Type powers, he should be fine he decided. But he still didn't know where that line was.

He closed his eyes and pulled the dark essence of himself outward. Immediately, the base shone with light he gave off as he transformed. When the light cleared, Crimson looked different. His fur was black and sleek. His belly and eyes were charcoal grey. He even had a tail now, replacing the ball of fire that had been there before it.

Crimson was now a Dark-Type.

He looked over to Sarik. "If my eyes go red, you'll have to give me the same treatment as Domingo. Be ready for that." When Crimson's eyes turned bright red, that was the telltale sign the dark being inside him was taking over. For now, they stayed grey. But he wanted to be prepared. Sarik nodded, stepping over to where the vines on the wall were.

At this rate, we're going to lose all the decorations...

Crimon looked at Samurott for the first time. To his surprise, the Mind-Control thing was much more noticeable when he was a Dark-Type. Not only were there black rings around Domingo's eyes, but a cloud of black smoke rising from his head. He could even hear whispers.

"You did the right thing,"

"It was the stupid monkey that foiled your plans,"

"End him the next chance you get,"

Yeah, sorry buddy. Not lettin' ya lose any time soon...

Crimson carefully examined the tied up Samurott, taking a couple circles, trying to figure out the solution.

Could he simply pull the cloud off of him?

It was worth a shot. Concentrating hard, Crimson held out his arms and tried extracting the clouds out of Domingo's mind. The clouds, oddly enough, came to his hand easily, hovering over his palms. Samurott started shaking his head as things started coming back to him.

Well, that was easy. But what do I do with this?

He figured if he let it go, it would fly off and control someone else. It may even control him. That wouldn't be good. He'd have to find a way to abolish the cloud.

Suddenly, he got an idea.

"Pert, bring my Power Bat!" he called to the Plusle who immediately set out for it and found it leaning against one of the walls. He tossed it to him and Crimson caught it with one hand, keeping the cloud settled with the other.

"Now, let's try this..." Crimson muttered, holding the Power Bat over the cloud and tried absorbing the dark mind controlling cloud into energy. To his relief, the cloud was sucked up instantaneously, disappearing into the Bat.

"Yeah! I think I got it!"

Crimson dropped the Bat and pulled the fire essence outside. A shift in light, and he was back to being a fire monkey.

"Just in case it didn't do this before..." He knew Dr. Eckels designed the bat to be type variable, meaning that it would convert the energy in the bat to the wielder's type. This was why it worked so well with him.

And when he picked up the bat, he twirled it and unleashed a fireball from it's tip, hitting the rocky side and singeing the surface. "Alright, I think I did it. Untie Domingo now, Sarik,"

Sarik immediately obeyed. "Hey, the black ring around his eyes is gone!" Sarik commented, "I think you actually did do it!"

When the Samurott was untied, Dobro got up from the wall and cautiously walked over to him. " okay?"

Samurott shook his head once more, "Wh-what happened?"

"We think you were controlled by a Dark-Type," Crimson relayed, "Although as for who or what did that, we haven't figured out yet. Do you remember anything?"

Domingo thought for a moment, ", not really,"

"What's the last thing you recall?"

"Falling asleep at our base...which by the way, is way nicer than this dump!"

Crimson laughed,"Yeah? We'll have to see it sometime and compare. The difference is ours isn't finished yet."

Suddenly, without warning, Dobro went in for the hug, completely smothering the Samurott.

"Woah, hey!" Domingo gasped, "What's this for? Come on, y'know I'm not the huggy type!"

"Yeah, I know," Dobro sighed, "I know..."

A few minutes later, things got settled. Crimson asked if Dobro and Domingo wanted to stay the night since it was starting to get dark and they were a ways from their base in the forest. Domingo reluctantly agreed.

Sarik went immediately to bed, where he would probably stay until morning.

Pert and Meryl decided to start the fire, throwing a few twigs on it and then using Spark to ignite it. They joked for the rest of the evening that they were Fire-Types and they had developed Crimson's abilities.

Crimson walked up to the top of the mountain to talk with Tag, who was clearly enjoying the view.

"Hey buddy," Crimson called up to the Turtwig as he approached.

"Hey," was the response, "Did you manage to get Domingo all fixed up?"

"Yeah, it just took a little bit of dark-type things. He's good as new."

"Good," Tag shifted positions as he stared at the sunset stretching across the water.

"Y'know, Domingo thinks his base looks nicer," Crimson teased.

"He can say what he want. He still can't beat this view."

"Yeah, that's the truth," Crimson sat down next to him, watching the sky change colors. "Man, I didn't exactly expect anything too big to happen today."

"Y'know I was thinking about what happened today."

Crimson stared quizzically at Tag, "What about it?"

Tag looked up, searching for the words, "I mean, I know you've encountered them before, but..." he faced Crimson, " didn't seemed fazed by encountering your own kind."

Crimson raised a brow at this. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you were human once. And although you remember nothing about it, I'd figured you would beeline for them the moment you saw them...y'know ask for help or something like that. But, you seemed to not even consider yourself as human. It's like you've completely disowned that part of yourself."

Crimson thought about this. What Tag was saying was true. He hadn't even considered he was one of the humans when he'd met the three today. He saw himself as a Pokemon.

Had he truly disowned who he was before?

"Huh, never really thought of it that way," Crimson admitted as he stared at the sun. "I mean, I like being a Pokemon. I like hanging out with you and Sark and Pert and Meryl and everyone else."

"Hm," Tag seemed deep in thought, "Tell me something."


"Was there ever a point where you wished to be a human again?"

Now Crimson had to think long and hard about this one before answering. "Honestly...yeah, in the very beginning. When I woke up on that beach, confused by the world around me. It was one of the scariest experiences I've ever had. I wished for everything to make sense. I believed being a human again would somehow bring things back to normal."

"Then I met you, Tag. You helped me see the world as it was and helped me adapt to it. I'll admit, I may have reconstructed the design to fit my personal quota, but you were always there, telling me when I was going too far. You are a big part of who I am today, you know?"

"If you were given the opportunity to turn back into a human, would you take it?"

Crimson looked over at Tag, wondering where all this was coming from. "I've already had that opportunity. I've already declined it. Why would I accept it now?"

"I don't know..." Tag mumbled, "Maybe because things are different now. Maybe because we're not at home and more possibilities like this will arise. Maybe, you're tired of viewing the world from this new angle."

"Tag!" Crimson stood up out of confusion, "I'll never be tired of viewing this world from this angle. I have everything here. Why would I want that?"

There was a silence. The sun drifted lower to the sea.

Crimson sighed and sat down again. "How long have you been feeling this way?"

"Since we got here and we've encountered more humans than Pokemon."

"That's true, but Tag," Crimson grabbed his friend, who turned to look at him in the eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. You can bet on that."

Tag stopped for a moment, then started laughing. "I guess it was a dumb concern. Sorry for worrying you like that."

Crimson, for what must have been the thousandth time that day, sighed in relief. "Not a biggie. You have worries that you want to take off your chest. I can respect that. Just know that you'll always be my friend, no matter what."

"Alright," Tag and Crimson stared at the sunset in quiet tranquility for a few moments. It was just hitting the sea water. "Y'know, I still wished you would've fought that Legendary, just to see if you could beat him." Tag lamented

Crimson thought for a moment. "Nah, I don't think I would've."

"I think you would've...if you used your super ultimate form."

"Tag, you ended up dying for me to reach that form, remember? I don't think I could go through that turmoil again simply to reach a form where I could beat a legendary."

"What if you could reach that form without something traumatic happening?"

"Well, I'd need a lot of power from somewhere-"

"No, I think you have the power to do it by yourself," Tag interrupted, "You've done it before. You can do it again."

"Once. And it took-"

"Your own adrenaline and determination that came from when I...well you know," Tag continued, "That means you have the power. You just have to tap into it. Sarik believes you can do it."

Crimson smiled when Tag said that, "What else do you two talk about when you talk about me?"

"Ah, that is for our ears only," Tag grinned mischievously, "But you have the strength to do this. You just have to train your body how, like with your other forms."

Crimson watched the last bit of sun disappear behind the horizon before sighing in defeat, getting up off the ground. "Alright...I'll start training myself to try and reach that form. But we still have to find Team RedEye and see if they're involved with the Domingo thing."

Tag perked up, "You think they are?"

"It's possible," Crimson said, "We'll find out when we find them. For now, let's just go down. Pert and Meryl started the fire, I think."

The two buddies walked off the top of the mountainside together as the sky shifted colors, closing an exciting day for them.

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: Crimson the Chimchar Character Portrait: Tag the Turtwig Character Portrait: Meryl the Minun Character Portrait: Sarik the Squirtle
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Grimsly gave off a deep sighed, as he looks at the girl with a disturbing look on his face, she was basically nagging about how he caught a Yveltal, it may be one of the deadliest legendary dark type pokemon's that he know of, he would understand what she was saying since this is the strongest pokemon he has on his team, but it didn't really matter to him. Him being apart of the elite four would mean he has to be on top, even though he's not the head of the league. He would likely be right next to the champion. He had a better team than he did.

"I don't know what's the big deal missy, it's not like I have an arceus, if it would help dispose that look on your face than I'll put it away, and I won't promise not to use it" He says in a playful manner, as he jumps off of his legendary pokemon, and was reported back to its place. A hand was placed on his hip, and a curios look was planted on his face.

"Say, you probably have a legendary as well, while you boasting, and shouting." Grimsly began to question the girl.

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Character Portrait: Emiko Touko Character Portrait: Crimson the Chimchar Character Portrait: Tag the Turtwig Character Portrait: Meryl the Minun Character Portrait: Sarik the Squirtle Character Portrait: Pert the Plusle
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Seraphine looked back and forth between Touko and the boy named Grimsley, who still hadn't introduced himself to her yet. A legendary? The God of Death? Seraphine thought Arceus was the pokemon god. She really didn't want to interfere in their argument, but they were on the battlefield. She thought this would be an excellent opportunity to spend some time with Cinder and train her. Charmanders generally knew scratch and growl right off the bat. Cinder knew Tackle and Ember right away. It was a little weird, but she needed a stat affecting move, and so she had been trying to teach Cinder tail swipe. Lowering the opposing pokemon's defense and then hitting them with tackle should be an effective move combo. "OK Cinder, let's train a little bit. You need a stat affecting move." She directed Cinder all around the battlefield, mostly trying different tail swipe/ tackle combos. She was having so much fun training Cinder, she didn't notice when Touko and Grimsley disappeared. "Hello, anyone around?" She turned her head, and saw a trainer with a gastly. She knew that one. Much too powerful for Cinder to take on though. He had been training for a long time. So she waved and shouted back "Hey! I am training my charmander, Cinder. We're trying to get into the academy. You look like you've been training a while. How is it here?"

While Seraphine was staring at the two humans argue, Cinder turned to the Yveltal. The pokemon at the mountain had been cool and she was excited to meet as many pokemon as possible. "Hey I'm Cinder, what's your name?" and she extended out a claw. But its trainer put it away before it could respond. She sighed. She loved Seraphine, but those pokemon just... really got her. She wished she could have both. "OK Cinder, let's train a little bit. You need a stat affecting move." Cinder sighed and went along with her trainer. Seraphine had been trying to teach her a new move for a while now, but she just didn't get how swiping her tail back and forth would lower someone's defense. But she did get to run around and stretch her legs, which she was grateful for. While Seraphine had been on an adventure after the plane ride, Cinder had mostly been in her pokeball. When she heard a human shout, she stopped and looked in the direction of the shout. She started getting excited as she saw the gastly at his side. Cinder, although tired, waved and said "Hey!" which, to the humans sounded like a cheerful "Char!"

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(Oh darnit, i completely forgot Elder was a ghastly instead of a haunter. my bad.)

"Hey! I am training my charmander, Cinder. We're trying to get into the academy."

The voice, as it turned out, was coming from the edge of an arena opposite from Radegast's position. The source was a young red-haired girl half a foot shorter than the more laid-back trainer. With his Ghastly keeping close, the trainer sauntered over. "Oh! Sup?" Radegast called as he tapped the brim of his cap.

"You look like you've been training a while. How is it here?"

"I'm actually just visiting," Radegast replied, "Never been here before." Now that he was closer, he could introduce himself proper. "Name's Radegast, this here's Elder. Smart dude, Elder."

"Hey!" the girl's Charmander greeted Elder.

"Salutations," Elder replied with a critical glance. A portion of the gas condensed into a malformed claw and waved back. With the same claw, he pulled on Radegast's trousers. "She's a child. Needs to become stronger. I wish to help."

"Hm?" Radegast glanced down at Elder. The pokemon's eyes darted between Radegast and the Charmander. Elder saw inexperience, and tried to convey a desire to help them get stronger. "Is that so?" Radegast's gaze shifted back to the girl. To her, Radegast added, "Don't worry buddy. Elder just likes being critical. Anyway, looks like you're here to train... Cinder, was it? Need help with training?"

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"All right, Grimsley. I was going to ask you for this anyway, but now it's freaking personal," Touko fumed at the man. "These kids are about to get a master class in how to kick ass and take names, with you as the subject. I will make you pay for your presumption that you can command such things! Battle me, fool! Let's go, Nike!"

Touko's lead was a red and white Pokemon, barely a foot tall, with a huge V crest on its forehead that seemed to be bursting with energy. It hopped a few times before settling into a ready stance, eager for the violence to commence. It was just like they were back at the Unova Pokemon League now. The cheering crowds, the wide open spaces...granted, there was a decided lack of ambience this time around, but what the hell, it was still a battle.

Grimsley gave off a sigh once again, and shakes his head in disappointment. "You really want to challenge me do you?, well It would be cowardly of me to decline such an offer, so I suppose I will accept." Grimsley had showned no other emotion to the girl other than the one he had showned before. He began to reach out for a pokeball, and points it towards the female.

He had wanted to give her a warning for challenging him, but he really didn't care at that time, and felt like ending this battle in an upset. "Before I actually send one of my pokemon out, what do you prefer? dragons? maybe a ghost, or just something magical? it's your choose." He says, as he puts the ball back.

"Seriously? You're letting me PICK your lead? That's hysterical. Let's try that Bisharp of yours," Touko responded, a call-back to the first time they had clashed. "Unless that was something you had on hand just to face challengers and not something from your personal stock. " Touko rolled her neck, not wanting to face the Yveltal right away lest it blast a few holes in her team that she might wish were patched up further on down. "I'll destroy it in one move if you do, though, just fair warning."

Together with Zekrom, they set out to build their ideal world. A world where everyone was free to pursue their own truth. And if it happened that two people disagreed, that was fine. By letting people argue, bicker or even fight, the best ideas rose to the top and benefited everyone. And Touko was not about to let Grimsley have such a dangerous beast at the ready. Elite or no, this sort of power was not meant to be wielded by anyone but itself.

"Time to stop holding back, Grimsley. Before I was just another challenger. Then I bailed you people out when that castle came out of the ground. It's okay to hit me with everything you've got."

Grimsley began to chuckel a little bit, than set out a laughter. "You one confident little girl, and that bisharp. I don't own one, nice try though, but since you boosted up your confidence so much, than I'll give you a bitter taste of defeat" Grimsley says. He placed his hand on a different pokeball "I won't send out my Yveltal though, I can tell you're not ready to witness such destruction, I'll give you a little fun fact. It's a destructive pokemon. It takes lives from other pokemon, and that's one of the reasons some people fear Yveltal." He explains.

"So now then, as a member of the elite four I shall not lose to such an underling." Grimsley set his body straight, and began to send his left foot back, and chucks the pokeball. "Now go forth, and bring bad karma do those who disrespects thy elder darkrai" The pokeball had popped open, and there goes the flash of light, and shows off a pokemon, not just any ordinary pokemon. One of the rarest ghost-type, and possibly the strongest in it's group.

"Oh, that's just a load of Tauros crap. That's not even a fucking ghost-type." Touko rolled her eyes and did some quick math. Victini was fast, but Darkrai, according to legend, was faster. One misstep and there would be a lot of bad dreams being had...but giving the dude a free hit by switching looked worse. "Nike! Use U-Turn!"

The flame on its head glowed white-hot for a brief moment, before the Victory Pokemon rushed forth, straight past Darkrai before turning around to try to hit him from behind...after which it would rush right back to its Pokeball.

The pitch black pokemon had examine the victory pokemon known as victini, once the Victini had began to glow bright which had showned flames on it's head, and was heading straight towards it, but ending up trying to aim from the back. This had gave grimsley enough time to use a quick command. "Quick darkrai use protect"

A clear marrior was summoned as darkrai turned around protecting the pitch black pokemon, and having victini's moves failed to make a direct contact. Grimsley shook his head in disappointment.

Touko growled as the protect came out, denying her not only the super effective hit, but also the free switch. But one good move did not an Elite make. As the gasps from the students started to rise, so did her anger. "Nike! Try a Brick Break!" This time Victini hopped up high in the air before jetting down with a burst of flame, giving the incoming drop kick some much-needed momentum and power enough to smash through a Reflect.

The pitch black pokemon had looked up, and acted out on it's on, and began to use a move called dark void once the victory pokemon had come close enough, this move wasn't possible to dodge. The move dark void would put any pokemon on the battlefeild asleep for 2 turns. Grimsley was surprised enough that darkrai had acted on it's own, but on the other hand he forgot that this is the legendary pokemon they're talking about. It wasn't an ordinary one, it has a mind of it's own, and 89% of the time it doesn't take orders.

But either way it goes grimsley was satisifed.

A day late and a dollar short, however. Before the dark void could come out, Nike's foot landed squarely on Darkrai's ghostly face, the super effective hit surely leaving a nasty mark on the powerful but frail legendary, possibly even scoring the coveted one-hit knockout. This was the benefit of having the first move in a Pokemon battle. Having that initiative, the ability to force the foe to react and make guesses. "Okay, one down. Who's next? You're still holding back on me."

Grimsley started to stretche his arms. "Well that is one victini, It's stats is better than my darkrai, so I can't complain." He says, as darkrai stood beside grimsley.

"That was one of my best pokemon but I never knew that it would act out on it's own like that, the last time that happened was during my fight with a zekrom, which I had no choice but to flee at that brink of moment." Grimsley had thought to himself, he had than grabbed another pokeball out of his hand, and thrown out a weavile. "Now weavile use ice beam" The short sharp clawed pokemon had shot out an ice beam directly at victini hopping to hit it.

"Nike! Run right through it and hit him with another Brick Break!" Victini being a fire-type allowed him to shrug off the ineffective STAB move, this time delivering a savage karate chop to the midsection. If Darkrai was fast and frail, Weavile was even more so, and this time doubly weak to the fighting-type attack. "I sort of expected more out of you, but I'll take the six-oh to wipe that smirk off your face, too," Touko boasted. "I got a class to teach, and how better than to show them a battle like this?"

Once victini had used the same move that it had used on darkrai. "Quick and use dodge" weavile had quickly dodge victini's attack. Weavile was quicker, and more mobile than darkrai, so the move would have been easily avoidable. Weavile, the sharp claw pokemon had moved to where grimsley, and his darkrai was.

"Don't think you will win this easily touka, you should know what happens when you get an elite fired up, and you better have a good move, but it doesn't matter since my weavile is two times faster than your victini" he says. Grimsley began to feel worked up, and he's not letting an underling getting the best of him, even if it means disrupting his morals.

"I should have known better than to use the same move twice in a row," Touko laughed to herself, offering a complimentary tip of the hat. Let's see...he saw those two moves already..."Do it, Nike! Time for the mighty Thunder Wave!" This seemingly pedestrian move had incredible utility for nerfing a speedster into a sitting duck, and Touko knew how to get the most out of seemingly straightforward things like that. A quick jolt of electricity burst forward towards Weavile, hopefully leaving him paralyzed and vulnerable to a follow-up.

"Quick Weavile dodge, use fury swipe" Weavile began to avoid the series of lighting being shot down upon weavile, and once it had stopped weavile had rushed towards victini quick enough for it not to be able to avoid it. Weavile had thrown it's claws at victini four times, enough to leave it faint, and unable to advance.

"I have to be extra careful with my choices now" He says with a deep sigh.

Not. So. Fast. Victini? The legendary Pokemon of victory? Something like four Fury Swipes against base 100 defenses? Even after the Ice Beam, it was still managing to hang on. "This is bogus! Nike, return! Good job!" Clearly it was too fast...but she had something faster. "You're in charge, Dweller!" A massive, stone-colored quadruped hit the field, with large, sweeping horns. It pawed the ground and raised its head, letting out a battle cry as it sized up its next target.

"Ah a ramparods eh?, I can tell it has some speed packed in that" He looked over at darkrai and looked back at ramparods, than back at weavile. "Well weavile, use protect" A clear wall was set to protect weavile from all corners, this move can't be used again, and can be used once every turn, so this was a fair choice that grimsley has choosed to go through.

He had limitted himself not wanting to use another one of his legendaries just yet.

"Oh, honey, you're not the only one going around collecting Pokemon with stories attached to them," Touko grinned, even shaking her hips back and forth in a display of sass. "This here is Terrakion. After this move, it will do one thing very well, and that is wreck. Your. Face. Dweller, use Rock Polish!" Blades of air started chipping away little by little at its hide, making it all nice and shiny and aerodynamic to boost its Speed. "Now use Quick Attack!" Such speed...not even Weavile could sidestep it in time. And even if it did try, there were those horns ready to catch it.

"Oh, well another falls assumption. This is quite new, well to my eyes at least" The terrakion had saw it rushing fast towards weavile.Grimsley was questioning his choices again. Though his weavile was attacked by terrakion's quick attack, it took quite a beating, but it was still hanging in there, just a few more moves, and it was over for weavile, this was a clutch moment for grimsley, and weavile. They both had pulled close victories with tough pokemon's, but not one of these though, so this is new.

"Now weavile use icy wind" The air had became colder, and ice shards had begun to fall down upon than effecting terrakion, but not effective towards weavile. This move would last up to 3 turns, and also doubles weaviles ice attack states.

This was almost like Anistar. At least, before one uncautious word set everything in motion. But seeing Terrakion struggle with keeping its footing, losing some of the benefit to the earlier speed boost, it was't do it...ZA WARUDO! TOKI WO TOMARE.

Flash back to Anistar. A hot battle, a nice meal, and possibly even a friend...then it all came crashing down. Literally.

No. This would not happen again. She beat him once, she could beat him again. SOSHITE, TOKI WA UGOKI DASU.

"Dweller! Finish him off with one more Quick Attack!" After seeing the ice beam earlier, this thing was a pain in her ass that needed to go down before it did some serious damage.

"Quick weavile return" Grimsley had took his pokeball out before she could give off a command, this cold was sort of bothering him, but not darkrai as it didn't bother it. Darkrai wanted to go back out, and damage terrakion out some more. "Now darkrai use ice beam" Darkrai had absorb it's energy from the harsh cold temperature that was harming terrakion, and was send directly towards it hopping to end it's life.

"This weather is truely bothersome"

"Brr. C-crap...this has to stop. Fast." Touko shivered as the Terrakion howled in pain. She was clearly getting the better of it, but luckily for both of them it was a neutral hit. "Dweller! End this nonsense, Sacred Sword!" Another hit like that would probably take it down, but it had to get off the attack first. And after that rock polish, even after the speed drop from Icy Wind it still had enough to get in. The so-called Musketeer charged forward, horns glowing as it went in under Darkrai before sweeping its head upward to deliver a blow that ignored defense boosts.

The male sighed in disappointment, and pointed his pokeball at darkrai to return to it's ball at once. During this time he didn't care if he wins or lose, everyone wins and lose at life. "I wasn't keeping track of how many do I have left, but I'll just throw something out, maybe if I'm lucky after I knock this terrakion out, than use a couple of moves on your next pokemon, and knock that out."

He had reached for another pokeball "Go xerneas, and finish terrakion off with thunder wave" The fairy like pokemon known, as the life pokemon had came out of it's ball, as the clouds darken, and a big loud boom sounded, as the thunder came upon terrakion faster than the human eye can see, and knocked the useless terrakion down.

Useless? How dare he! No Pokémon was useless! And besides, Thunder Wave wasn't even a damaging move...just something that left the foe's body numb with paralysis, negating its speed edge and then some as the horns slammed into the elegant rainbow-colored stag. "That's enough! Dweller, return!" Still frozen to the spot, it was a good recall, she thought. "I don't know who you are, but you're not the Grimsley I battled once upon a time. There was a heart in there. He cared for his Pokémon. He was having FUN."

But what to do next? This colossal pressure to make the right move...what the hell was this thing, anyway? Once again to the Pokedex. "A fairy-type? Grimsley...what the heck is going on here?" Touko was genuinely puzzled and shook her head. "Drifter, help me out, buddy." The Jellicent floated there, still a little worse for wear after taking that Crunch earlier. But she still needed something while she dug frantically for answers.

"You're questioning about my choices? or a simple devolopment, you see. Each generation is different, you don't see the same thing everytime, people ought to change somehow little girl. The past, is the past, so I tend to leave that behind." Grimsley began to stare at the pokemon that was in the arena, the one that touka had sent out. "Ah it's a Jellicent, an evolve form of a frillish." He was surprised that she didn't send out something that you can doesn't hang along for much time.

"You could at least used someone that has better stats than my xerneas, but it seems that it doesn't. I don't have to take out my pokedex to figure that out, I just know that by experiance. You see my xerneas is also a legendary pokemon, and you wonder why it is called the life pokemon, do you? anyways, xerneas use hyper voice" The fairy type pokemon began to take a deep breath, as it let out a loud roar, grimsley had covered his ears once the attack was about to be released. This attack would deal some damage to the pokemon, maybe losing it's hearing, maybe unable to hear it's trainer as it wants to give out commands.

Drifter gave off a series of gentle vibrations, making sure Touko didn't have to suffer while taking no damage itself. Bruh. Normal-type attack vs. a Ghost-type Pokémon. BRUH. "This is our chance, Drifter! Use Recover!" Still tender from the earlier fight, this was the perfect chance to patch up and get ready for his next trick. After this, hopefully she'd be able to unleash one hell of a Water Spout and wash that smirk right off that poser's face.

"We can do this! We faced N and won, and even took down his puppet-master after that. That sort of legendary accomplishment is something no person or Pokémon can ever take away from us. And that's why we're going to win this fight!"

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"Hmm, well I'm trying to teach Cinder tail swipe. All she knows is Ember and Tackle and she needs a stat affecting move. I don't think tail swipe would work on Elder though, since he's a ghost type. But Cinder does need to learn how to fight ghost types anyway, so sure!" To her charmander, she said, "Come on Cinder, these guys are going to help us train." She took Cinder to the other side of the arena they were training on and bent down to Cinder's height. "Ok Cinder, tackle won't work on ghost types like Elder. The only move you know that will help is ember. Now, Elder is much more experienced than you are, so don't be discouraged if you don't seem to be doing well. I promise, you are." She gave Cinder a pat on the back and stood up to start training. But before she could say anything, she heard two familiar voices. Touko and Grimsley were back, and they seemed to be having an argument. She figured she should ignore them, legendaries sounded way more powerful than she could take. But then she heard Touko shout "These kids are about to get a master class in how to kick ass and take names, with you as the subject. I will make you pay for your presumption that you can command such things! Battle me, fool! Let's go, Nike!" She stared in that direction as Touko pulled out... a pokemon and Grimsley pulled out... a pokemon. They looked really cool, whatever they were. Throughout the battle, she learned that they were a Victini and a Darkrai, respectively. She knew she should be training Cinder with the boy she just met, but she just couldn't take her eyes off this battle. It was so cool to watch legendary pokemon fight each other. Maybe one day she would have a legendary of her own. Her eyes shone with fascination and admiration at the sight of the battle. It seemed Touko had the edge, despite all the legendaries the boy had. It's no wonder she got beat so quickly by her, she had the talent to be the pokemon league champion.

Cinder smiled when Elder said he wanted to help her get better. She really wanted a pokemon friend. "Yeah, I'd love some help! How the heck does swiping my tail lower my opponent's defense? I don't get it." But Seraphine started taking her to the other side of the ring and told her how to fight a ghost type. Why would Ember work over tackle? She turned to the pokemon that was now opposite her in the ring. "Hey, why would ember work and not tackle? Ember is just fire. Fire can't hit ghosts any better than tackle can right?" Cinder turned to Seraphine, awaiting instructions. But Seraphine was concentrated on something else. She looked in the direction Seraphine was staring. Wow a pokemon battle! And these pokemon looked really strong! "Go pokemon go!" Cinder shouted. She wanted both pokemon to win because they looked equally awesome. It looked like Touko's had the edge every time though. She saw the Jellicent that defeated her earlier and waved, pretty sure that the pokemon couldn't see her over the crowd. Cinder watched almost as intently as her trainer did, cheering and gasping as the battle ensued.

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“Man, what’s with those two over there?” Radegast drawled, indicating the duel that took place a few arenas down. He had failed to notice them before until large, impressive-looking pokemon erupted from pokeballs to do battle.

Elder huffed in disappointment at the legendary pokemon that appeared to fight. “If they were so legendary, how have they befriended one who is not the Lord-Regent?”

“Anyway, I don’t care about that weird taking turns stuff. It ain’t my style.” Radegast shook his head to clear his mind. “I got the perfect buddy to help you train,” Radegast prodded one of the pokeballs in his belt, and summoned the Fletchling, Suros. He was too lazy to even unhook the pokeball from his belt.

“So soon? Is it dinner time already?” Suros sleepily shook herself awake. She noticed the silver and gray arena at her feet and shuddered. “Oh crap, we’re not fightingnow, are we?”

“Hey no worries Suros,” Radegast smirked as he bent down and gently stroked Suros’ neck, “Just gonna help someone train up, a’ight?”

“Wait, am I fighting?”

“No, Suros,” Elder replied with a playful grin, “I’m training Cinder, The Lord-Regent seems to think you would do well to pay attention.“

“Man, I just wanna go back to sleep,” Suros fluffed out her feathers and crawled up Radegast’s leg. The lazy bird didn’t bother flying, even though she was perfectly capable of doing so. She eventually reached Radegast’s shoulder. The whole scene seemed to make Radegast huff in amusement. “Go easy on the kid, Elder,” she added before nuzzling her beak under a wing.

Elder’s eyes glinted with an almost life-like quality, “One of these days, Suros, you’ll kick that lazy habit of yours.”

“That’ll be when Rage finally cools his jets, buddy.” Suros’ voice returned, muffled, from under her wing. Despite everything she said, the Fletchling did keep an eye uncovered, and watching intently. If Radegast wanted her to witness this session, it must be important.

The Ghastly returned his gaze to the Charmander just in time to hear Cinder’s question. “Yeah, I’d love some help! How the heck does swiping my tail lower my opponent’s defense? I don’t get it.” The question seemed directed at the trainer, who wouldn’t have understood the specifics of the question.. or anything for that matter. Elder hovered toward the grass near the edge and sifted around for a stick.

Radegast, instead of watching the battle, watched the ghastly rummage through taller blades of grass with a keener interest than he did the actual battle. “Yo Elder, need help there?”

Elder did not respond, which was perfectly fine with Radegast. The trainer wobbled on his feet patiently. Occasionally, his eyes would avert towards the other buildings. The battle going on didn't seem to catch his gaze any more.

The ghastly eventually returned, carrying a thin, strong stick. He returned to Radegast and held the stick up. Radegast’s face could be registered as an understanding smile. “Hey, knock yourself out, but you might surprise the trainer.” he chuckled.

Elder rolled his eyes and shrugged. He then hovered over to the centre of the ring. “Cinder, was it? C’mere. I heard you asking about the purpose of a tail whip. Luckily, I know exactly how useful it is.”

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Little did they know that there was another spectator to the fight not present at the moment.

Not terribly far away yet not entirely close either sat a Pokemon who was watching the fight closely through a View Portal...very closely. He was sneering in anticipation at the combatants, deciding which to pick from like a spoiled brat in a candy store.

Needless to say, he was holding off on his options until he'd seen everything.

As he watched Tokuo and Grimsley release their first Pokemon, he was surprised to find that Grimsley had Darkrai as well, another Pokemon that would fare much better in his plan than that Charmander could ever hope for.

At first, he decided not to mess with Tokuo...that Seraphine would be easier pickings. And for the most part, it was.

But he hadn't anticipated Dobro. He figured by controlling Domingo, he had Dobro under his control as well simply because Dobro would go wherever Domingo would go. He hadn't expected the Pangoro to become suspicious so quickly, much less act upon that suspicion. And he definitely didn't expect him to run to Crimson with the Pokeball.

Yes, Plan A had failed miserably...but in doing so, he'd stumbled upon Plan B, an oooohhhhh did he like this plan more!

Earlier today, he almost wished Yvelta would've demolished TeaM PerSisTenCe and took them back by force. At least that meant he wouldn't have to deal with the meddling Chimchar again or his posse. Nevertheless, so long as he could work around them without drawing their attention any further, he could still pull this off.

Watching the fight further, he was shocked to see the Dark-Type Legendary go down so quickly to Victini's Brick Break. But then again, Grimsley didn't seem to have much control over Darkrai. Perhaps that was his downfall. But then the boy brought out his Weaville, a Pokemon Grimsley seemed to have a better bond with considering how quickly it took down the Victini. So far, all three candidates were presumably well enough to accomplish what he needed to.

But he was waiting for the Grand Finale. He was waiting for Yvelta.

Tokuo's next Pokemon was Terrakion, who carried much power and speed. It would more or less beat the Weaville, hands down. But he was once again pleasantly surprised to see Darkrai unleash some hidden energy (or perhaps gained energy) to do some collateral on Tokuo's Terrakion. However, Dweller had enough might to finish off both Dark-Types and still remain fighting.

And yet another surprising plot twist for this Pokemon spectator when Grimsley brought out Xerneas the Life Pokemon. Now this...this was a Pokemon that could challenge Yvelta's might. Xerneas was the ying to Yvelta's yang. As to how Grimsley got both, the spectating Pokemon would never know. However, this fight just got a whole lot more interesting...

Meanwhile, back at the makeshift base, the members of TeaM PerSisTenCe and Team Justice all gathered around the campfire. The lavender sky above still meant it was bright enough to see without the fire, but the enclosed walls of their base made it just a bit darker. And thus, the fire was necessary.

On the west side of the sky, an unnatural light barely peaked over the edge...the lights of the Battlefield in which the epic fight between Tokuo and Grimsley was going on. And only one of the seven seemed to notice or care about it...

"Sarik! Would you stop worrying about it?" Tag groaned.

"I just don't understand where it's coming from," Sarik replied.

Crimson shrugged as he munched on his apple. "Probably from the town...or the one building south from the town."

"That's the Academy," Dobro told him.

"That's the Academy?" Crimson raised a brow, "The Academy the redheaded girl mentioned?"

Dobro nodded.

"Hmm...good to know you two managed to challenge an Academy to train humans into becoming Pokemon Masters."

"Hey!" Domingo stood up defensively, "Not intentionally!"

Crimson looked at him, "I didn't imply you did it on purpose. I'm just stating a fact."

"Alright, that's it. I'm going to check it out," Sarik grabbed his Power Scope and started heading to where their lookout was.

"Come on, Sarik!" Tag beckoned, "Just relax with us for a while. It's not important what the humans do."

"I'd have to disagree," Crimson said to Tag before talking to Sarik, "Just be careful climbing up. Let me know if anything important is going on." He watched the squirtle turn around the corner and begin climbing up the mountain.

"Why doesn't he just go to bed already?" Tag griped, "I mean the stupid light shouldn't have even woke him up."

"And yet it did," Crimson reminded him, "That attention to detail is very important to me. For all we know, the three humans could've gone back and started waging war against us. We need every clue we can get. And Sarik is good at picking up on those clues."

"I appreciate the little squirt," Domingo added, "He's a bit annoying and moody at times. But he'll let you know when a problem is arising, that's for sure."

There was quiet for a moment. The crackling of the fire was enough noise for everyone to turn and watch the flames dance around the wood. Crimson lifted his hand and started spinning it. The fire began to follow Crimson's movements, twirling around and around until it began to rise in a spiral like fashion. Crimson closed his hand in a fist and then opened it, spreading his fingers. The fire responded by condensing and then exploding outward in a shower of embers. Luckily, none of them were too close to be hit by any of them.

It did arise a question from Tag. "So when do you plan on training?"

Crimson knew he was talking about reaching his ultimate form and sighed, "I don't really know. Probably after we find and question Team RedEye tomorrow."

"How long will that take?"

"That's the 'I don't know' part of it."

"Wait, what's Crimson training for?" Domingo interjected.

"Crimson's gonna try and reach his ultimate form." Tag told the group.

"What, the time when you beat Neeko and his Pokemon Trainer? When you went all white and glowey and stuff?" Domingo said.

"That's the one!"

"Oh," was Domingo's reply, "Well then good luck to you."

"Thanks," Crimson said. I'll need it, Crimson thought. Hearing the crumbling of rock, he turned to find Sarik was back, running towards them, "What did you find?"

"Oh, you'll never believe what I just saw. The brunette girl and the boy with the Legendary are battling! And guess what? The boy has Xerneas as well!"

"Xerneas?" Pert perked an ear up at this, "The one who helped us fight the Psychic Rebellion?"

"I doubt it's the same one since we're not back on Mohka," Crimson reassured, "But another Xerneas? Are you sure?"

Sarik nodded, "No one else has antlers like that."

"Crimson!" Tag practically jumped out of his seat on the floor, "This could be your chance!"

"To do what?"

"To watch! To see how the legendaries fight! Maybe absorb some of that power being thrown around and possibly reach your ultimate form."

Crimson shook his head, "I don't think it works that way."

"But you could still watch! You could still learn!"

Crimson looked upward toward the unnatural light. Yeah, he could watch the legendaries fight. He may even see the one Legendary the boy brought out when he met the three. He could see how they fought and formulate a strategy around it in case he ever needed to fight it himself. But the problem was what would happen if he was spotted. Sure, if Seraphine saw him she wouldn't do anything since she was on his side. He didn't know about the other two though. The other students that were presumably there wouldn't really care either since they wouldn't recognize him. Only if Dobro and Domingo went would there be an issue there. And who knows? Perhaps they would be too focused on their battle to notice or even care about Crimson.

"Alright, I'll go. But no one else. Especially you two," he pointed at the Pangoro and the Samurott, who nodded in understanding.

"Works for me," Sarik said.

"Have fun!" Tag urged him.

"I don't care," Meryl sighed.

The only ones who seemed to be disappointed by this news was Pert. "Oh, but I wanted to see the legendary again! I want to know if that's the real Xerneas we fought side by side with."

"I can assure you, it's not," Crimson told him before making his way towards the west entrance, "Okay, I'm off! Try not to blow up the place while I'm gone!"

And with that, he set off through the mountains towards the Academy.

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Seraphine was still staring intently at the battle, waiting for it to finish. They had technically both used three pokemon, but the trainers had so many legendaries. She wondered whether there were multiple fire legendaries. She knew about ho-oh of course, but it would be super cool to have a team of fire legendaries. Best gym leader ever! Or would she make the elite four at that point? She was so distracted, she didn't even notice Cinder walking off to train with Elder.

Cinder was watching intently too, but turned around when she heard her name mentioned. She saw a red bird pokemon wiping its eyes, lazily. A new friend? Cinder walked over and extended a claw, but not before he caught the bird's name, Suros. "Hey Suros, I'm Cinder! If my trainer were paying attention, she'd think you're cool. She loves us fire types."

“Cinder, was it? C’mere. I heard you asking about the purpose of a tail whip. Luckily, I know exactly how useful it is.” Cinder's eyes lit up at that comment. "Really?" Cinder wandered over to Elder to start training. Maybe once she understood tail whip, Seraphine would train her on better moves.

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Suros didn’t respond to the Charmander’s greeting at-first, she was more interested in what Elder planned to do with a stick.

The ghastly condensed a section of gas into a fist-sized blob. “When you get struck by an attack… Uhm, wait-“ He forgot to ask something, “I’ll need to inflict harm in order to show you properly.”

The Ghastly swung the condensed gas-fist at the Charmander’s arm. The impact would be like a slab of boneless meat smacking against the obviously tougher flesh arm. Even to a weaker, inexperienced creature, the attack wouldn’t really hurt all that much. “A typical attack would do it’s typical damage. Didn’t hurt much, eh?”

After a pause for contemplation, Elder suddenly whipped the stick at the same spot. There would be a sharp pain- but nothing really substantial. “A tail whip, a good whipping attack,” he continued, “would weaken the outer layers of defence. Leave the enemy vulnerable to…” Once more, the condensed gas-fist formed and struck at the same spot with the same force as before. This time, the impact would hurt a bit more. “Follow-up attacks.”

Elder produced an Oran berry from within his form and handed it to the Charmander, though he already made sure to do so little damage in the first place. The Oran berry was more like a friendly offering, rather than an actually required healing item. Professionally- not unlike a martial arts teacher, Elder said, “Anyway, that’s the theory behind that sort of attack.”

Radegast glanced down at the Fletchling that was roosting on his shoulder. “Suros, you’re gonna be up soon,” he smirked.

Suros groaned, but stood up anyway. She flared out her feathers and shook herself loose before hopping down to the arena floor. She used a few lazy flaps to soften her drop.

"I’ll help coach you,” Elder continued as he tossed the stick back out into the nearby grassy fields, “But due to type differences, you’d have a better training match-up with Suros.” Elder then hovered to the sidelines between the two trainers that had evidently claimed this particular arena.

“A’ight, a’ight, Your name’s Cinder, eh? Charmed.” Suros chirped non-stop as she tapped her talons against the stone and metal ground cover. “You know my name already, so let’s kick this Swinub, we’re burnin’ daylight.”

“Hey, come on, man,” Radegast laughed in response to Suros’ annoyed chattering. This resulted in Suros falling dead silent… not in humiliation… but from some aspect about Radegast’s completely chilled-out, entirely friendly voice. The Fletchling did not blush from being spoken to as such in front of strangers, so the sight would be... unusual... Even Elder's eyes quivered slightly at this turn of events.

“I’m sorry, Cinder,” Suros politely chirped after clearing her throat. “I’ve been pretty rude. Let’s begin.” Her eyes actually twinkled, as if nothing bothersome had happened.

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  1. I feel like a part of the fight was the last post I see from you two is you had Drifter and he had Xerneas, now it's Yvelta and Zekrom closing the battle???

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"End it, Zekrom! Fusion Bolt!" The deep black dragon roared and shrouded itself in electricity, using the generator in its tail to rocket forward and slam into the flying-type Yveltal. A fitting end to a legendary match, to be sure, one that left Touko panting.

"Now. Now that I've won, you will put that thing away, and then you will tell Grand Champion Iris herself what you've been up to." Touko stared down Grimsley from under her trucker-style baseball cap, dead serious in her tone and expression. "I hope she lets you get off easy by releasing those legendaries back into the wild. Yes, it's your job to be on top, and I'm glad we were finally able to have a serious battle where we both went all out. I just hope the trip to Kalos was worth the vacation days and the righteous butt-whooping."

Seraphine seemed to have found a different mentor, someone with a full team to boot. Whatever. Touko slipped a student handbook into her hands as the brunette returned inside as a silent way of saying "you pass." She had a lot to teach the new students, but first she had to calm the hell down. First a bad choice of words set off a war with could only imagine what trouble would be set off if the Unova Elite Four member happened to be a sore loser. A nice Fresh Water was in order, along with a trip to the Pokemon Center on the mainland, as she pondered a possible response to the inevitable media frenzy at such a high-profile clash.

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His bright blue eyes widened as he was defeated by such an underling, he gripped the pokeball that was in his heads, and his teeth clinched together. "нow waѕ ι вeaтιn ѕo eaѕιly?, ι тнoυgнт ι нad нer, вυт мy conғιdence нad тнrown мe oғғ ,ι waѕ тo ғocυѕed on wιnnιng, вυт ι gυeѕѕ тнaт'ѕ нow ι waѕ raιѕed. тo wιn." He closed his eyes, and began to catch his breath.

He pointed his ball towards his fainted yveltal, as it returns to his ball. He couldn't use it to go back home due to the injury. Grimsley's eyes began to open back up, and sighed. "It was a shock to lose to someone like you, but I guess the thing I learn is that no one is a winner." He says in a calm attitude.

His hair, and scarf blew among the wind. "My business is my business, so I can't promise you that I will tell Iris about anything" Grimsley had turned his back to the girl, as he placed his hands in his pocket, and began walking.

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By the time Crimson managed to get to the Pokemon Training Academy, the battle was just about over. He cursed his luck as he watched the brunette's final Pokemon take down the Yvelta in a glorious fashion. At least Crimson would know it wasn't unbeatable.

He was also more aware of the brunette girl's fighting experience...which was extremely. And considering how many people were out there watching the fight in the twilight, this wasn't no ordinary match between a teacher and a student. Both were worthy opponents of the other, extreme strategists in their own right. He would have to be careful to make an ally of them and not an adversary. He didn't doubt his own abilities and he would probably hold his own given how he fought, but it was better not to chance it just in case.

Glancing over to the right, he spotted a familiar friend. Cinder was there, being trained by a man with what appeared to be a Fletchling and a Ghastly. The Ghastly was positioned in such a way that Crimson may consider him coaching the Charmander while the Fletchling was the combatant. As for Seraphine, she had been interested in the fight between the Legendary boy and the brunette girl as most people had been. Right now, the field was clearing. The brunette walked over to Seraphine and put something in her hands. It appeared to be...a book. Crimson stood curiously as the brunette walked away, seemingly pissed. Probably about the boy... he guessed. That was fine. She needed time to cool down and think. Seeing Crimson would probably push her over whatever sort of edge she was on.

As for the boy...Crimson glanced over to see the boy sauntering away. Also fine. He probably had places to go as well and was a bit sore from the loss despite having two legendary Pokemon. Another person he shouldn't disturb.

He considered walking back, but he didn't favor the idea. He walked this far to view something. He always felt like when he ended up someplace, it was for a reason and he should stick around until he gathered something of use. So after the fiasco between the titans, he turned his attention to the only fight that would be going on at this time of night...the one that was starting between Cinder and the Fletchling. He leaned against a lone tree, still relatively hidden of course, and watched Seraphine and the other male with the fire bird battle it out. The field was lit up by the stand lights. Crimson decided it would be interesting to see how the Charmander fought...

Meanwhile, not even a mere two hundred feet from Crimson, another Pokemon hid behind a different tree. Unlike the Chimchar, however, her focus was on a completely different person.

She watched with studying careful eyes as Grimsley started walking away from the field. Touko had also went inside and the remaining spectators were starting to meander around to return to what they were doing before the massive fight. She wasn't worried about them...she was only focused on Grimsley and doing the boss' tasks.

This time, it was to follow Grimsley wherever he may go and to do so without being spotted. But it was why she was recruited, right? She was never spotted. And she wouldn't start now.

As Grimsley walked away, she followed behind, not terribly close but not terribly far either. It wouldn't be possible for the Legendary wielding trainer to see her. The sky was just a bit too dark and she moved too silently to be heard. She planned this to perfection. And now, she was hoping for a payoff...