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Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader

"AAAAAAH! You dim-witted...dense...dumb...daft...dippy...dorky...doltish DOOFUS!"

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

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Roxie





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Gender: Female

Occupation: Pokemon Gym Leader

Type Specialist: Poison-Type Pokemon (Toxic Badge)

So begins...

Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader's Story

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader

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Roxie grinned back as he realized what it was the Haunter was trying to do...buy time. The type-advantage played into effect here and for the first time, Roxie looked a bit apprehensive. She had wiped through three of Radegast's Pokemon just to deal with the Beldum. It was likely going to hit massively hard.

But another shock awaited her as the Zen Headbutt found it's mark on the Grimer with a sickening slap! Her Grimer was fine...in fact it didn't appear to take much damage at all. Realization dawned on Roxie as they played and she looked at the Beldum with a newfound knowledge, "Your Beldum isn't experienced enough...?"

Roxie let loose another cackle, throwing away whatever fear she may have had before, "Then this will be cake then! Grimer, Thief it again!"

The blow was just overwhelmingly powerful to Chrome, despite the metal exoskeleton Her Grimer might as well slammed a home run with the swipe as she knocked it out in one fair swipe of the claws. Chrome had nothing on it, but that was fine. By technicality, this was the first of Radegast's Pokemon she had knocked out. The other three were barely hanging in there, but still functional.

"So, I've gone through four of your Pokemon in a matter of rapid fire. Is it time for you little Jol-prick to come scurrying out, or do you hold a magnificent beast in that final Pokeball of yours?" Roxie retained her smirk from before as she stood in front of Radegast.

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“Shit…” Elder swooped out to carry Chrome back. With a grunt and a whole lot of effort, the Haunter barely managed to lift the Beldum high enough to avoid dragging it along the solid hardwood floor. His mind raced as he considered their options. His critical gaze determined that the Grimer was at about half combat potential. Rage was in no shape to fight, Crystal was recovering rapidly, but was still asleep. Chrome was knocked out entirely, and Elder felt about equally as bad as the Grimer must be.

That left the Operative, and… Elder glanced up at Radegast, regret filled his eyes. “Ah crap,” Radegast’s playing stopped entirely. “I really don’t wanna, dude,”

“FRIEND-RADEGAST!” Rage bellowed as he took a seat in one of the chairs, “LOATHE AS I AM TO ADMIT, WE ARE INDEED OUTMATCHED! FRIEND-ELDER! YOU HAVE DONE WELL ENOUGH AS A WARRIOR AND TACTICIAN GIVEN THE SITUATION! YOU HAVE UTILIZED EVERY ADVANTAGE YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY SEEN!”

“Thanks,” Elder grunted. Despite Rage's uncharacteristically encouraging words, the Haunter's ego was bruised twice in two gyms.

“What about me?” Operative asked.

Elder nodded, “Would you be able to take on this Grimer and one more?”

The Operative sized up the Grimer, and replied, “The Grimer is no issue, sir.”

Elder hummed, understanding. He once more glanced up to Radegast and held up one finger. “Aw jeez…” Radegast turned and paced. “Alright, if you’re feeling up to it, buddy. Just remember, we can always forfeit and train.” He had only 240 Pokke to his name, a loss would result in very little lost cash, all things considered...

“I won’t let you down, sir!” Operative chirped as she hopped in place. She then bounded swiftly onto the dance floor, and flung a comically sized web of electically-charged string shot to envelop the Grimer.

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Roxie's lips buzzed as the Joltik hopped in, flinging Electroweb at her Grimer. It didn't cause any Paralysis like she thought it would, but it did lower his speed, a feat which was surprisingly lackluster considering the Grimer couldn't move very fast anyway...or barely move at all.

"Hmm..." she thought as she studied the extremely tiny yellow tick on the other end of the field, "You may have Grimer just about done for with that choice. But I'm not gonna just give up! Hit it with Sludge!"

The Grimer practically blanketed the opposing side of the field with it's Sludge, making sure to hit the Operative. Roxie was really hoping for that Poison to work it's magic again, but when she found the Joltik, it wasn't poisoned. In fact, it looked like it would take a few more hits of that.

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“The Grimer is nothing, Sir!” The Operative squeaked and hopped and spun. Once more, she weaved another set of electrified webbing, and she flung it at the now molasses-esque Grimer. She was going to tear down this Grimer or drop her soldier demeanour trying.

Radegast’s eyes, for a split-second, flashed a similar intensity as Elder’s own critical gaze. He then began tapping his foot and returned to the music. Elder noticed the look. “Something the matter, Lord-Regent?”

Radegast smiled, but otherwise did not reply. He caught up with the music and continued playing.

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That Electroweb did the trick. Grimer slumped within itself as it was knocked out by the charged blow. Roxie's smirk returned.

"Man, I didn't even have to use Disable for that fight," she called as she recalled the Grimer before yoinking out her third PokeBall, "Alright, Radegast! This is it! My third and final Pokemon! Let's see if you've got enough in ya to take it down! GO...SCOLIPEDE!"

The red light shone from within and out came the Poison Bug, it's megapede-like body whizzing around, showcasing it's muddled pink exoskeleton with the sickly purple rings on it. The look the massive bug gave the Joltik was that of menace and assured confidence. It was clear who was faster.

"Use Poison Tail!" she called, her bass playing ramping up in intensity as the final fight began. She had a more powerful move that could take it out in one shot if it landed, but she sacrificed power for accuracy instead.

The Scolipede's tail shot forward, like a viper strike. It was blazingly fast and would likely strike the Joltik despite it's evasiveness. But it didn't Poison and it didn't hit critically, meaning the fight wasn't over. However, another shot could do it in.

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After regaining her footing, the Joltik emitted a wave of electricity that washed over the dance floor. The paralyzing zap ultimately left the Joltik weaker for it, but it would do. “Apologies, sir!” The Joltik hopped as fast as her fatigued form could carry her, “We need her now!”

Radegast tapped on the last pokeball. The Fletchinder burst out, the red light settled on Radegast’s shoulder.

“Sorry, dude, but I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Radegast whispered. Suros pecked lightly and nuzzled against Radegast’s cheek, resulting in a chuckle. “Hey, we need the prize money, so go kick some ass, if you’d please.” Suros darted forward as soon as Radegast said the last word. Her eyes, much like Crystal’s, were cold and mercilless. Her wings flapped savagely, sending dust and dirt along the dance floor into a spinning gust. With a second flap, she sent the dust particles after the Scolipede in a powerful sand attack. Paralysis and reduced accuracy, a dirty combination.

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The Thunder Wave shook through the Scolipede's body, causing the familiar jolts of Paralysis to appear around it before the Joltik tapped out and in came a Fletchinder. Even from here, Roxie could feel the power in it's wings, the fury in it's eyes. This...this was their ace in the hole. This was the fighter she had been waiting for.

Roxie felt the wind and sand particles flying around her as they engulfed the Scolipede, "HAHA! NOW WE GOT OURSELVES A FIGHT GOING! USE POISON TAIL AS IT SWOOPS DOWN!"

The Poison Tail found it's mark as the Fletchinder swooped in with Peck. Roxie was confused by this. Peck? Literally any other attacking move would do more damage. This thing had two type advantages to it and it was going to use Peck?

But even the Peck managed to hit with a lot of force behind it as the Scolipede visible cried out in pain from the blow. Roxie knew one more hit like that and it would be done and over with. It was time to use her all power move and hope for the best.

"MEGAHORN! GO!" she called with every ounce of her being. The Scolipede charged forward on the next go round, slamming into the Fletchinder with everything it had.

But it did practically nothing to it. In fact, it may have been as effective as Elder's and Chrome's strikes to her Grimer. The match-up just wasn't favorable to her. The all powerful Megahorn that typically did a LOT of damage did very little here. And Roxie didn't take that into account.

"WHAT?" she cried incredulously, "NOT EVEN ANYTHING SUBSTANTIAL? NOT EVEN A CHUNK?"

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The Fletchinder flicked her head around, as if some flea had hopped onto her head. Mega Horn, the most powerful Bug-type move… How pathetic. How uninteresting. It was just like any other fight. No effort… No challenge… But this was for the team, this was for Radegast.

She did feel suddenly poisoned. No-doubt making physical contact with this thing did result in some ulterior ability. Suros followed up with another savage peck. This poison was proving to be stronger than the supreme attack of the Bugs, and that was not saying much.

Radegast got into a sick solo as the Fletchinder swooped, swerved, and swooped down for the finishing blow. He didn’t seem to notice that Roxie was taken aback at Suros’ immense power.

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With another cry, the Scolipede fell on the stage and lay still. The final cymbal crash remnants were all that filled the sound of the room as the last song ended. Roxie recalled her Scolipede as the lights started to come on again. Nick and Billy Jo got up from their positions and started clapping for Radegast's rad guitar skills.

"Some props to ya, bro!"

"That was awesome!"

Roxie let go of her bass guitar, the strap keeping it close to her body, and set the third Pokeball on her belt, clearly impressed, "You've been holding out on me, huh?" she smiled genuinely as she walked over to Radegast to shake his hand, "I thought I had you on the ropes. Suddenly, I was in your shoes. You're pretty rad Radegast, as are your Pokemon. Especially that Fletchinder. With the way she tore through Scolipede, you should have no problem taking down Burgh." She winked as she left the subtle clue, leading Radegast to the entrance of the gym where she held the door open for him.

"The third gym awaits you in Castelia. I'm sure you've been there. Everyone has. But in case you don't know how to get there, you have two options. A) Take the ferry and pay a bit of money or B) Do it the way I do it and walk through the Relic Passage. You'll have to travel a bit north to find the way, but once you do, it's a cake walk...or rather a walk through the underground. It should lead you to Castelia's sewers where you just pop open a manhole and appear in the big city! Also, you can keep the guitar. For mobility, it folds up into a neat looking cylindrical case. Just push the button on the side!" She waved to them as they walked off, "Bye now! Good luck! Oh, and also you may have a couple surprises waiting in the guitar. Just turn the first peg once clockwise, the third peg twice counterclockwise, and the sixth peg once counterclockwise!" And with that, she closed the door, leaving Radegast alone. But just as quickly, she opened the door just a crack to make one last callout, "And when I see you again, I expect to see you without the hat next time! Those dreds are killer!" She shut the door again.

Should Radegast perform the instructions she mentioned accurately on the guitar, a tiny compartment would open up in the back, revealing a small bag. Inside the bag, the first thing they would notice was a purple pin, which looked like this:
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This was the Toxic Badge. Also in the bag was a disc with the label "HM CUT" written on it. Finally, 2280 Poke rested at the very bottom, their prize money for defeating the gym and a well earned amount at that. They were on their way with two victories under their belt. But after the close call with Roxie, what extra measures would Radegast and his friends have to take in order to prepare for the Gym Leader that awaited them in Castelia City?

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Radegast smiled. He felt he wasn’t worthy of getting a free guitar, but after fiddling with the unlocking mechanism, he got the feeling that the jam session was planned all along. “I take it you try to get every challenger to play?” Radegast grinned.

As everyone returned to their respective pokeballs, Radegast removed the badge, the prize money, and the unusual disc. After pocketing the prizes and folding up the guitar, he picked up his hat and the band for his ponytail. Suros swooped back and landed on Radegast’s shoulder. Radegast produced a Pecha berry, which Suros swiped in the blink of an eye. As the Fletchinder cured her poison, she and everyone, save for Elder and Chrome, had returned to their pokeballs.

Radegast bend down, got a good grip, and lifted with his legs. With a grunt, he hoisted the Beldum over his shoulder. An impressive feat of strength for a kid who looks kind of pudgey in the bulk of the hoodie. The fifteen-year-old was indeed strong. “Anyway, thanks again, Roxie. We should jam again sometime,” he bid farewell before leaving. At the jab about his hat, he simply smirked, as if he knew something Roxie didn’t.

The human hefted the Beldum down the road. Half-way to the Pokemon centre, Radegast began to wheeze in fatigue. Between his ears ringing from rocking out and his arms already aching from performing sick shredding non-stop, this was indeed very strenuous.

Elder was oddly silent the whole trip. He was deep in thought. “You alright?” Radegast asked between breaths.

“It was a meat grinder,” Elder muttered.

“Only one knock-out, mind you,” Radegast seemed to sense what troubled the Haunter. “That’s good experience there,”

“Yeah, but I’ve been making poor moves,” Elder continued, “One after the other… I should’ve led with the Operative.”

“Well, back in school, I quickly found out every mistake is a lesson,” Radegast winced as he took a bad step. “Shitshit, this is really heavy,” Radegast adjusted his grip quickly. He could not recall the Beldum to a pokeball. Due to the modifications made to the pokeballs he owned, he could only recall those who were conscious and were ready to be recalled. For now, Radegast had to make do with carrying the 200-pound paperweight. “Anyway, I do agree that was pretty messy,” he continued, “But… well, nevermind. I know you’ll think of the solution, buddy.”

“I already know what to do,” Elder finally flashed a smile.

“Got ideas, eh?” Radegast panted, “Oh, could you get the door?”

The Haunter pushed the door into the Pokemon Centre. Radegast lumbered in with the Platinum-coloured thing over his shoulder. “Sup?” he gasped as he carefully lowered the Beldum onto the Centre counter. Radegast then rolled his now-stiff shoulder to loosen it once more. He then produced the five other pokeballs. Elder then reluctantly entered his own.

The five in the pokeballs got healed immediately. Chrome, on the other hand, was being cared for by the nurse and her standard-issue Chansey. Everyone was out and huddled around on the floor as Radegast lay down on one of the waiting benches and snoozed.

“I think we did rather well, sir!” Operative clicked.

“We didn’t lose,” Crystal added.

Elder, Suros, and Rage wee silent, as the Joltik and Crystal exchanged half-hearted encouragement between the team. Eventually, Elder spoke up. “Rage, you only want to become stronger, right?”

Rage grunted a reply. Taking an explosion point-blank and surviving was certainly a bragging point, but he felt it was not as worthy a victory as punching the Koffing until the shell cracked.

“We only got by at the skin of our…” Elder paused, unsure if the phrase could apply to everyone involved. “… In any case, if that girl’s (Suros feathers flared up) cryptic warning regarding Suros is accurate, then the next gym would consist of opponents you would be extremely strong against.”

Suros silently nodded. “If I need to, I guess I cou-“

“But that’s not what we’re gonna do,” Elder continued, “We’re going to get stronger- all of us. We’re going to train so that you would only need to fight when you want to. That being said, Suros, I’ll tutor you to breathe fire again, now that your injury is gone. We’ll need the source of fire for our travels anyway.” The Fletchinder exhaled a harmless puff of smoke from her beak. “Everyone else, we train,” Elder added.

“YES!” Rage suddenly roared, “WE WILL BEOME UNGODLY POWERFUL!!!!”

As the group planned out their training regiment, Chrome was eventually healed up, and sent to the group. The Beldum was entirely on-board with getting stronger, now that it no longer needed to focus on speed to escape trainers who would otherwise try to capture it. It’s intellect proved handy in deciding on the finer points of the training.

Eventually, they had their idea. They would go into the caves, and fight every living thing. They would leave the tunnel a battle-scarred war zone, a No-man’s land where few will dare to emerge from the cracks in the walls, lest they invite the fury of the group so hell-bent on becoming stronger. It would be back to basics, swarm tactics, where the unorthodox outmatches the duel archetype. It would be perfect to develop teamwork and base power. If they came along trainers, they would decimate them and acquire all the cash they could reasonably acquire.

Radegast woke up from the nap, stretched his shoulders once more, and stood up. He noticed everyone, save for the now-snoozing Suros, held an air of determination in their eyes. “Alright, who wants to go shopping?” The determination vanished, replaced with joy.

With 2520 Pokke, Radegast bought one more pokeball, five more potions, and an escape rope. That left him with 270 Pokke to his name. Everything status-wise, Elder and Radegast could treat. To survive on several islands and caves, even a fifteen-year-old could determine effects of plants found in the wild.

With the new-found supplies, a new disc, a new badge, and a folded-up guitar, Radegast and the others set out. Everyone was out of their respective pokeballs, and everyone (save Suros and Radegast) was thirsty for combat.

The setting changes from unova-wilderness to Nimbasa City

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Suddenly, snarky laughter could be heard behind the two of them, "Well well. I wasn't sure if it was you or not, but those dreads don't lie!"

A punk girl dressed in the colors of purple and blue was standing behind them, hands in her pockets and a coy smile on her face. Her blue eyes held an attitude that few could rival and her blonde hair truly showcased how wild she was. It was the bass guitar that seemed permanently fixated to her clothing that made the perfect showcase of grunge and rebellion. Skyva may or may not have known who she was the moment her eyes laid on her, but she knew Radegast would instantly know.

"Heya, Rad," Roxie walked up with purpose to the teenager she had battled not even a week ago, "I see you've taken my advice and let your dreads fall. Not bad. Though I can't say I approve of the rest of ya. You look like the world chose to fuck your shit up today. Although, given what's been going on, that may not be too far from the truth." She eyed the cylinder that still remained on his back, "And you kept the guitar in good condition! Awesome!"

Despite the harshness in her tone and the ever so condescending smirk on her face, her eyes seemed to reveal she was glad to see him.

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“I’m…” Elder seemed a little put off by Skyva’s language. In particular, the whole “tried looking for a Haunter.” This woman was clearly a trainer very unlike the Lord-Regent, but she seemed friendly enough. “Do you understand Pokespeak?” the Haunter asked.

Radegast beckoned Skyva to follow. “I’m Radegast, these are my friends Rage and Elder,” he indicated each of them as they moved, “I got some other friends, but we gotta get patched up first. Elder, you know what that means?”

“It means a half-minute of being in a pokeball,” Elder harrumphed.

Then the sudden laughter reached his ears. Radegast turned to face the second figure. “Roxie!” he greeted. Granted, he looked like a trainwreck in slow-motion. “Yeah, most of my shit got ruined from a situation in the desert. My sister’s here, and demanded I go shopping for a new look. First, I gotta heal up. At least the guitar’s still slick.”

Radegast pushed open the doors, leaving it open for the other two to enter. “I’ll just be a sec,” Radegast said as he jogged up to the counter. Elder and Rage vanished into the last two empty pokeballs, and the teenager handed them to the nurse. Nurse Joy gave Radegast an almost… disgusted look… The boy was in terrible condition, despite the healing Gambit’s wish provided. Still, health care for pokemon was always free, so the machine did it’s work.

“Anyway,” Radegast continued as the balls were returned, and Elder immediately burst out once more, “Wanna come with? I remember hearing that cities like Nimbasa have sick stores.”

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She looked back at the Haunter and nodded. "My parents are scientist...I think I learned Pokespeak before English." She laughed. She waved goodbye to Elder. Skyva followed Radegast but turned slowly when she heard that laugh. She looked up and down the girl the laugh came from. She sort of ignored the girl and followed him. She grabbed her bag and took a poke ball, letting it open and have her Mew come out. "MewMew!" She screamed in excitement.

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Roxie studied the interaction between Radegast and Nurse Joy as the healing exchange took place. Particularly, she noticed Nurse Joy's distasteful grimace as her eyes took in Radegast's disgusting appearance. When Radegast approached her and offered, Roxie heartily agreed.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie. I'd prefer your old rags to this...style you're trying to pull off. And I say that as a friend, by the way. Of course I'm coming with you," Roxie heard the sound of a Pokeball releasing and turned to find...Mew. Her eyes lit up in genuine awe as she took in the Legendary's presence. Many a trainer and nurse alike followed suit, eyeballing the spectacle in front of them. Very few people got to see Mew in their lifetime. The fact that Skyva had one was...almost unreal and unheard of.

"Uh...wow..." Roxie managed to say as the playful Mew hovered over everyone, seeming to analyze it's surroundings with a cheerful grin, "That's...what in the fuck is with today? All I wanted to do was go see a Dean Friday concert. Next thing I know, I'm rallying troops to take down the fucking armada and seeing...something I'd never think to see in my lifetime."

She turned to Radegast, a wonderous look on her face, "You sure know how to pick 'em, don't ya?"

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“Holy shit, a Mew?” Elder flinched, “How’d you get captured? I thought you guys were the ultimate escape artists!”

“Hey come on dude, that’s kinda rude,” Radegast couldn’t help but chuckle. He held up a fist to pound with the small creature. “Pleasure to meet.” He was oddly enough the only one who seemed relatively unimpressed, as if he were just meeting just another guy on the street.

To Roxie’s statement about his… “preferences”… Radegast stood up once more. “Pick what?” He asked, confused. His gaze suddenly caught the clock. “Oh crap I really picked time like a beast. I'm almost going to run late. Time to get some new threads, boyyy!”

Elder whooped and high-fived Radegast, who ran back out of the hospital. A few blocks away, Radegast’s sister stood outside of the store, sitting atop the Raikou.

“Just in time, I was almost looking forward to having Raikou fetch you,” Margriet slid down from the Raikou. She had not yet seen the Mew… but that would change really soon… really soon…

“A Reginald never goes back on their word,” Radegast smirked.

“Of all the things you left behind, that’s the thing you held onto? That and the hat? Alright,” Margriet shrugged.

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Skyva looked around as people started to get quiet and look at MewMew. "MewMew come here...." She whispered. MewMew looked around at the people staring at it before flying over to her. Opening her arms, she invited MewMew to be held, worried someone might try and take it. MewMew looked at the Haunter, staring at him for a moment before answering. "I captured her." It said, smiling.

"Oh thanks...I thought we had a mutual agreement." Skyva groaned.

MewMew smiled innocently at her before waving a small paw at the rest, "Hello!"

Skyva blushed at the "know how to pick'em comment". "What does she mean?" She thought, refusing to actually ask though. Radegast didn't really give an answer as he ran off, leaving Roxie and herself in his dust. "Uh...hi...I am Skyva...." She mumbled to the girl.

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Roxie placed a hand on her hip as she stared at Skyva, a straightforward confident smirk on her face, "The name's Roxie. I run the gym in Virbank City. A neat place to visit when I'm around. Otherwise, it's a smog town. What about you two? What does a scientists' child do when she turns the age of ten?"

She blinked in surprise as she placed her hand on a small pack she wore fashionably on her side, "Shit! I almost forgot! Come on!" She bolted out the Pokemon Center with about as much speed as Radegast had when he had left, expecting Skyva to follow. Roxie's adrenaline began to course through her as she looked around the streets of Nimbasa, searching for those iconic dreads. He said he was going shopping...but at which complex?

Luckily she turned a corner right as these words were uttered: ...that’s the thing you held onto? That and the hat?"

Turning towards it, she immediately spotted the worn navy colored hat hiding those dreads talking to a woman who had an air of authority accompanied by what appeared to be smarm...a typical nature of a resident of Nimbasa City. Only...this one looked familiar. Roxie could've sworn she'd seen her somewhere, not in person, but on something. Like in a magazine or on a billboard or something...

Roxie approached the two with nary a second thought.

"Hey, Radegast!" she reached into her pack and pulled out something round, holding it out to Radegast for him to take, "I gave you the wrong disc when we battled back then. This is the one I wanted to give to you. It'd be useful for that Haunter, I think."

In her hand was a disc, a Training Machine to be more specific. The label on it read "Venoshock". A perfect accompaniment to Toxic.

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“Ah, so you picked her,” Elder had said shortly before he and Radegast high-fived and headed out from the hospital. “I getcha.”

At the store, before Margriet could enter, Roxie caught up. She produced a Technical Machine and handed it to the fifteen-year-old. “Wrong disc?” Radegast hummed. “Did you want the Cut back?” He asked as he accepted the TM. He crouched down for Elder to immediately learn the new attack. “‘Cause I could give it back and-“

Margriet cleared her throat. “Aw jeez. Gimmie a break, sis.”

“I’ll take a break once you got style again, bro. You know you’re in front of the rock star Roxie, right?” She stepped closer to the woman. Her voice was suddenly professional, very unlike her annoyed jabbing at her younger brother’s expense. “I’m Margriet Reginald, I’m Radegast’s sister. Pleasure to meet you.” The Raikou snarled at Radegast, but acted polite to the gym leader. “If it’s not too much to ask, would you help me help my brother get back in style?”

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Skyva just stood there listening until Roxie ran off to be with Radegast. Slowly she backed out, her and MewMew waving goodbye, before she ran to meet up with the, MewMew in her arms. When she reached the group, her breathing a low pant, Skyva waved. "H-Hello! Sorry to interrupt, is it okay if I stick with you guys for a bit?" She asked softly while smiling. MewMew smiled as well.

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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"Well we can't have him running around like that, now can we?" Roxie answered Margriet, "The way he looks, Elesa won't even want anything to do with him. We've got some work ahead of us."

The three of them were about to enter the store when Roxie heard Skyva catching up, her Mew in her arms. She shrugged at the request, "I don't care. Radegast, I'll leave the decision to you."

With that, she walked inside and glanced at the selection of clothing. There were a lot of bright colored shirts with all kinds of nifty patterns and designs on them, a majority of them inspired by Pokemon. She stood among them all, searching for the right clothes that'll fit Radegast's style while fitting everyone else's around him.

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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"Yeah, come along," Radegast smiled, "I mean, I haven't actually shopped for five years or so, what do I know about fashion nowadays, eh?"

Side by side, Radegast and Margriet entered after Roxie. “I’ve modelled for half of this stock,” Margriet gestured toward the women’s section.

“I’ll pass on that, thanks,” Radegast quipped as he and his sister weaved through assorted customers into the men’s section.

“Come on, Radegast, I think you’d look lovely in some of the stuff I wore,” his sister teased. Radegast and Margriet may have been identical in height, but wherever she was slender and slim, he was bulky and schlubby. Only Radegast’s arms held the greater signs of the intense travelling he had done in the past.

“I’ll let you have your fun picking something out,” Margriet clapped a hand on Radegast’s shoulder- where the acid burn was set. “I’ll get you some stuff I’m sure you’d appreciate.”

“Maybe some shotgun mouthwash, Marge,” Radegast smiled.

This resulted in a really nasty reaction. “Ooooh! I don’t even know why I offered! You’re just the worst!” Margriet stomped as she snapped.

Radegast couldn’t respond, he was laughing so much. “Sorry, that was crossing the line there. My bad.”

Margriet stormed off, leaving Radegast in peace to pick out his fashions. Knowing his sister, she’d put her brother in some stupid nice suit that wouldn’t last a minute in even the tamest cave. Cargo pants, a new hoodie, a tee shirt, and… Radegast glanced down at his shoes. They were shredded, full of holes, with only the faintest patches of blood from long-past encounters. It was mostly his blood, but there was no telling what an officer would do if they looked closely enough to notice. He then noticed just how much larger his feet had gotten. The reason the shoes felt comfortable to him was because they were shredded to the point where they better resembled sandals. “Son of a bitch, how come you never told me my shoes were garbage?” He asked Elder.

“I thought they were supposed to be like that,” Elder stroked his chin in fascination, “I was wondering why you humans would design such oddly inefficient footwear.”

“Maybe she was right,” Radegast began thumbing through the different clothes set up on each of the circular shelves, “But I can’t afford any of this stuff… so that probably means she’s treating me… I wouldn’t want that, I wouldn’t want to owe her anything, or anyone for that matter.”

“Well, we have a tendency to fight dirty, let’s just use this to our advantage.”

Elder’s gestures and signs told Radegast the gist of what the Haunter was saying. “There’s fighting dirty, and then there’s betraying trust,” he eyed the Haunter knowingly.

The Haunter nodded thoughtfully, “Of course, of course.”

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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Skyva sighed internally. She just needed to get a feel of the place and the only person she semi, not really, knew was Radegast. She walked in behind everyone and looked at all the clothing. Listening to the girl talking to Radegast say she modeled some of the clothing. She was too keen on shopping, always picked out the same thing in different color. Holding MewMew in one arm she picked up a shirt on the rack before putting it back. "I rather spend my money on something...more useful." She said lowly.

The girl storming off caught her attention. "Well then.." Skyva mumbled before walking over to the small group. "I see you don't care much about fashion." She said to Radegast, glancing toward Roxie and not even going to try to start on her sense of fashion. "I stick to what I know...if it is comfortable and useful...it is good." She said smiling. MewMew wiggled out of her arms and flew over to a dress. The dress was a little to low cut and short for her taste. A blush crossed her face.

"M-MewMew...no....get over here." She whispered while chasing the MewMew around before finally catching it. "Goodness sakes. I don't even think he would like that kind of thing anyway." She mumbled to the mewmew.

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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Rubbing her chin at the expansive amount of apparel around her, Roxie tried to place herself in the shoes of Radegast...which would also need replacing, she thought as she looked down at the tattered bits of leather still left on his feet and begging to be killed. Something that looked some form of sleek so as to please Elesa and have her take notice. She was also aware that Radegast was a nomad so she would keep durability, comfort, and functionality as a factor in her decision.

She made a side glance as the sister stormed off in apparent disgust. It seemed like she wasn't going to be any help for the time being, which was fine with Roxie. She hadn't proclaimed it yet, but the Virbank Gym Leader got the impression that any design she chose out would have to go through Margriet first. Of course, that was only if she bought it. Roxie looked to Radegast once more, seeing confusion wrought over his face with a tiny bit of discomfort and apprehension. Roxie knew he likely wouldn't be comfortable with anything Margriet picked out. She also made a passing glance to Skyva, who seemed absorbed with her Mew as she appeared just as lost in this store as anyone else. It looked like the task of shopping for a teenager fell unto her.

Don't worry, Rad. I gotcha fam...

Just as she thought that exact line in her head, her eyes passed over a set of boots. They were steel-toed and made of a sturdy material, which was good for the long run. What caught her eye was the tiny accents of purple spikes jutting out each end from where the strings appeared through the holes, creating a sort of criss-cross design through the laces. They looked pretty awesome.

"Yo, Rad! Check it!" Roxie pulled the boots off the display and threw them towards the boy. They were a bit heavy, but they weren't that hard to throw.

"No offense intended, but you're a bit on the bulky side. Those will work for you much better than trainers!" she sifted through the jeans and quickly pulled out a pair of navy cargo pants that was the perfect size for Radegast. Flinging them in his direction, she accompanied them with a pack of grey wool socks that were perfect for traveling and wilderness survival, a black thermal shirt that was to be worn underneath all clothing to conserve heat or cool the wearer off dependent on the situation, a few cotton t-shirts in solid block colors of a similar theme that were made with a sturdy thread.

"Don't ask about how I got your sizes," Roxie said as she placed these clothes by his side, "I've been doing this a while. I am NOT picking our your underwear for you though. You can make that big boy trip all on your own. Now all we need is a jacket to tie it all together...hmm..." she walked over to the wall where all the designer jackets hung. "Too glitzy...too plain...ugh, pure leather? Who the fuck would buy this? Almost looks like something Nick would wear, except it's too shiny. Where the fuck- ah! Got it!" she practically leaped on the counter to pick up the only jacket of it's kind. It was made of leather only it wasn't nearly as shiny. The sleeves were a dark purple, matching the small accents on the boots. Flipping it over, the design on the back had what appeared to be a white silhouette of a Skorupi, tying the whole coat together...almost like it foreshadowed the evolution to come. It was perfect.

"Watcha think?" Roxie brought the coat in front of Radegast's eyes, flipping it over from front to back for him to see everything, "It's like it's calling for you or some other dumb spiritual thing."

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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“That’s how I roll,” Radegast replied to Skyva’s personal tastes in fashion. Particularly the boy was partial to what was comfortable. “Bu-u-ut I don’t think Marge and Roxie dig my sense of fashion… Probably not yours either,” Radegast stepped over to the Mew, who had indicated a dress that he hoped to hell that Margriet didn’t do a photoshoot in. He did not need that image in his mind… goddamnit…

“Anyway,” Radegast turned back towards the men’s section, where he started in. Roxie was suddenly in an unusual craze, picking out shirts and pants and shoes left and right. Radegast tried on the steel-toed boots, only to find them surprisingly flexible and light. “This is actually slick,’ Radegast eyed the… ‘sandals’… “Jeez, those used to be a size six…” he tossed the old shoes in a nearby garbage, and per Roxie’s preferences, got to underwear shopping himself.

Boxer-briefs were the way to go, mobility and relative warmth in one clean package. He didn’t even need to try them on- he already knew his size.

The shirts and pants were tried, many of them Radegast liked, but there were only so many he could pick. He wound up taking the thermal undershirt, a black and a light grey shirt, the navy cargo pants, the socks. He stepped out of the dressing room once more, with his hand-picked items in a shopping basket on the floor.

Then the jacket was thrust into his hands. His blue eyes glinted brilliantly from beneath the dreadlocks that hung over his face.

“I’ve been thinking, you never had a dark sense of humour when I knew you,” Margriet returned with a shopping bag filled to the brim with assorted supplies, “You’ve seen some terrible things, haven’t you?” She produced a black single-strap backpack that would easily complement any outfit, even the one Roxie had picked out.

“… Yeah…” Radegast placed the jacket into the basket. He did not see his sister’s approving nod. “I guess,”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… are you still the same brother from six years ago?”

The silence between the siblings was thick enough to vibrate like pudding. “I’m the friend of my friends,” Radegast replied. Elder suddenly made a look and was about to speak up, but Margriet spoke.

“Blood-traitor-esque twerp that you are, you’re still my brother.” Margriet grinned, “Plus Elesa wouldn’t talk to me anymore if she found out my brother wore shoes at least three sizes too small for him. And… it is your birthday today.”

Elder glanced between the many, many shirts Margriet rejected. Every one of them puzzled the Haunter. They were all the same, strips of fabric stitched together, providing exactly the same amount of protection a shirt could possibly provide. What even is “fashion” when “practicality” was far more important? … wait… “Your birthday?” Elder asked.

“My birthday?” Radegast asked.

“… You forgot your own birthday?” Margriet groaned, “Holy Arceus you’ve really been living in the sticks?! Ugh! Why did Daddy have to let you keep going? UGH!”

Elder laughed. “It all makes sense now, buddy!” he dropped to the floor, slamming his fists on the soft carpet. “Happy sixteenth, bro!” he rose once more to jab at Radegast’s shoulder. “Dude, we gotta make up for the other fives years, eh?”

“We are making up for six years,” Margriet huffed as she half-assedly produced a pair of bandanas. Both held the same digital pattern, but one was purple while the other was blue. “An option to keep those dreadlocks out of your face, bro,” she said as she shoved them into Radegast's hands.

The single-sling backpack Margriet picked out was able to carry all the extra pairs of clothes, as well as all of the supplies Margriet had bought. The full count was as follows: 3390 Pokke, eight potions, six super potions, two full heals, two revives, a six-pack of lemonade, a four-pack of Moomoo Milk, four pecha berries, three oran berries, (the last three were returned to the bag for organizing purposes) two sitrus berries, six modified pokeballs, TM Toxic, TM Struggle Big, HM Cut, Radegast’s three badges, and the harmonica frame.

Margriet handed Radegast a series of four discs. Technical machines. “Seriously?” Radegast asked, “That’s expensive stuff, dude.”

“If you’re gonna ignore the fact that it’s your birthday, then make up for it with some of my old gear,” Margriet also handed her brother an amulet coin and a tiny purple ball. A smoke ball- the reusable hold item. “Your pokemon will need all the power they can get in order to take on Elesa and the other half of the league.”

Radegast reluctantly took the discs and placed them into the specialized pouch next to the other three discs. “Thanks,” Radegast replied, ignoring the “your pokemon” terminology. "Happy birthday…” he repeated to himself.

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Character Portrait: "Lord-Regent" Radegast the Trainer Character Portrait: Roxie the Virbank City Gym Leader Character Portrait: The Reginald Family Character Portrait: Skyva June

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Skyva moved away from the women's section and over to the men's. She didn't say much, just listened. After a while she tuned out everyone, catching only pieces of the conversation. "It is his birthday!" She thought, then sighed, then left the group to look around the place. "Maybe there are some cards..." She thought again. Passing the clothing section she found a small places with nic-naks. "I don't even know the guy...but I don't want to be rude." She spoke softly to the MewMew.

MewMew helped searched with her, but couldn't find anything. She returned in time to hear that the guy was only sixteen. A weird type of gasp came from her mouth, even MewMew jumped.