"<span style="color: #0000ff">Ah!</span>" Eleyna bounded, pointing. "<span style="color: #0000ff">It's an Arcanine!</span>" She shoved past a trainer to look on at the battle. Arcanine was her very favorite Pokemon, and now she'd got to see one up close twice! "<span style="color: #0000ff">Growlithe, look, look!</span>"<br/><br/>She grabbed Aisha's arm, giddy as a school girl. "<span style="color: #0000ff">We can learn so many moves here!</span>" She exclaimed and ran through the crowd toward an ongoing battle between a Charizard and a formidable Aerodactyl. The two exchanged a powerful series of blows, and fire surged against rock in the sky! "<span style="color: #0000ff">Growlithe check that out! You have to learn how to do that!</span><span style="color: #000000">"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">She looked at Aisha. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">When do you think Charlie will evolve? Charmeleon is so cool. Then, after that...</span>" She watched the Charizard. "<span style="color: #0000ff">You could be like Red! Er, you know, but with boobs.</span>"<br/><br/>On the plateau above, the Devon corp man with the lab coat waved the group of trainers waiting nearby back. "<span style="color: #006600">Hold on, hold on! One at a time! Whose Pokemon were these? No, no, give it a moment! It doesn't run on magic! Come back in a few minutes!</span>" He sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck, his glasses hanging sideways on his bedraggled features. "<span style="color: #006633">Aiyaa...</span>"<br/><br/>The man had knelt down over the machine and began fiddling with switches and wires when Naomi approached. "<span style="color: #006633">I said come back in a while!</span>"<br/><br/>When he looked up and saw the Id badge now hanging from her chest his brow shot up and he stood quickly, shaking her hand vigorously. He was tall, and not altogether unattractive but for the haggard look about him.  "<span style="color: #006633">Oh! Haha, I thought you were another trainer! I didn't know there was going to another researched coming through here! Ah, or did Devon send you out?</span>" He sighed. "<span style="color: #006633">I wish they would tell me these things.</span>"<br/><br/>Nearby where Eleyna stood, she overheard Steven and Lydia inquiring about how exactly the matches themselves were set up. Eleyna darted over to press for answers on the subject herself. Fighting wild Pokemon and dweebs with their "special" Rattata was one thing, but these battles were legit! They were the only true test of a Pokemon trainer and her team's merit!<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000ff">Hey, yeah, actually. How do we get in a battle?</span>" She added.<br/><br/>Most of the nearby trainers gave them a sort of passing glance, but a few paused enough to actually listen.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #ff0000">Oh you're new here, huh?</span>" One girl said, gauging them, her belt lined with Pokeballs. "<span style="color: #ff0000">Oh, haha, there's no sign ups. Just make a challenge and pick a field and wait until it's open!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000ff">How are we supposed to know if someone would be a good battle?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #ff0000">Well that's half the fun isn't it?</span>" She added, grinning. "<span style="color: #ff0000">Ja ne</span>!" She gave a little wave and continued on.<br/><br/>Eleyna looked at Steven and Lydia. "<span style="color: #0000ff">Huh. I guess we set the rules, then? Yeah, look there's a threes battle over there.</span>" She pensively tapped the two Pokeballs on her belt. Truth be told, she did feel slightly under balled compared to most of the other trainers.<br/><b><br/>
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</b><br/>"<span style="color: #5900b3">Waaah... I'm bored.</span>" Yoriko stretched out her arms and slumped on her throne, settling her leg over it's arm rest. "<span style="color: #5900b3">Why won't any of these pipsqueaks challenge me?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0059b3">You're penchant for over doing it tends to make people think twice.</span>" Dano sighed, folding his arms. His narrow rectangular glasses glinted in the sun. "<span style="color: #0059b3">If you want more battles then take it easier.</span>"<br/><br/>She pouted. "<span style="color: #5900b3">Where's the fun in that?</span>"<br/><br/>She sighed and tugged at her tight outfit absent mindlessly as she watched the throngs of trainers. With a plunging neckline that clung to her breasts and open cuts along her hips, her outfit was conspicuous and deliberately revealing, her purple hair pulled back in a ponytail. At the top of her throne was a round engraving of a jagged fist. Her finger brushed the ground and she rolled on the throne, laying across it on her stomach uncomfortably.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #5900b3">Ahhh! What's the point in being the best if you no one fights you anymore?!</span>" She flailed, punching the ground.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #666600">I think being the best<i> is </i>the point, honey.</span>" Lara replied offhandedly, petting the Raichu asleep on her lap, her various metal rings glistening.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #660000">If you're feeling cooped up, we could go find a bush somewhere... heh, if you catch my meaning.</span>" Genshi offered, leaning on the arm of his chair and getting a good look at Yoriko's shapely butt a few thrones down from the way she was laying.<br/><br/>Her eye twinged as she looked over her shoulder. "<span style="color: #5900b3">Like you could handle this ass.</span>"<br/><br/>She resettled in the chair, sitting properly and crossing her legs while tapping her finger on the arm rest. She watched a fight in the rock arena below between a venusaur and steelix.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0059b3">Hm. Now that is something.</span>" Dano muttered, his brow raising as he read the information on his custom pokedex computer.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #5900b3">Ugh, what?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0059b3">Satoshi Shirakawa is in Yugen.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #5900b3">What?!</span>" Yoriko nearly fell out of her chair as she launched sideways toward Dano in the next throne over. She stared at the screen in his hands. Her eyes widened as she watched the video.<br/><br/>The other four trainers all turned their attention to him in joined curiosity. "<span style="color: #660000">Red is here?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #006600">How do you know?</span>" Heng pushed the long golden hair from his eyes, pushing the strands from his aggressively beautiful features.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0059b3">The attack on Saisho last week. Videos are appearing of him at the battle. There's no faking those trademark tactics. Hm. He's not lost his edge after all these years.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #666600">Well, how about that... Red himself graces out islands.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #5900b3">Red... Now <i>that's</i> a fight.</span>" Yoriko sat back in her throne.<br/><br/>Dano looked at her, satisfied that she'd have something to roll around in her mind to occupy her for a time. It was sometimes difficult to be one of the Six. Yoriko was the newest to the group, having been the one to finally beat Tank. But now she was at the top, where else was there to go? Sanjo needed new blood to upset the established order. He peered over the trainers below and wondered if there was such blood among them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>