<span style="color: gray">"I suppose there's nothing to be...wah!"</span>Lydia suddenly found herself pulled with great force from where she had been standing, her feet stumbling over themselves as she struggled to keep up with the rushing trainer, her mind still trying to overcome its surprise. For the first few feet she practically felt dragged along before finally gaining enough of her footing to keep a reasonable pace behind the girl.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">"Not sure if this is the best idea..."</span>She mumbled quietly to herself, but her words were lost on the air and her own intoxicated haze before being forgotten entirely as Eleyna's sudden reversal back to the house where she was staying spun her like whiplash, forcing her to take a moment to recover outside as Eleyna dug through her things before emerging with a hat put on backwards and several empty pokeballs.<br/><br/>Lydia smiled, holding back the giggles at Eleyna's now somewhat-ridiculous appearance, her elegantly done hair clashing with the almost foolishly askew hat. She never got the chance to comment, however, as Eleyna shot off down the road towards the water, shouting to Lydia to follow.<br/><br/>Gathering up her remaining fortitude, Lydia took off in pursuit, soon catching up to be right behind her about when their feet hit the soft cool sand of the beach, the quiet roar of the surf masking the sounds of the now more-distant festival.<br/><br/>Lydia paused to enjoy the view, the brief moment of serenity after the run. It only lasted a moment or two, however, before she glanced at Eleyna and stared, dumbstruck, as the young woman casually stripped in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">"Er...ummm...Eleyna..."</span>She stammered as Eleyna outlined her "plan". Even drunk she could recognize that it was several shades of crazy, but her words caught in her throat as Eleyena dropped her under-robe, exposing most of her body save for what her loincloth could hide.<span style="color: gray">"Hold on...bait?"</span><br/><br/>She stammered as Eleyna brought out her Scyther. Her instincts kicked in, telling her that the Scyther might not last long in a fight with the wounds it had, though many of her deductions were fogged out by her intoxicated haze, which informed her that Scyther was an awesome Pokemon who could handle himself for a while.<br/><br/>She managed to snatch the empty pokeball out of the air as it was thrown to her, no mean feat given her state, before fumbling over which Pokemon she should use. Her hand moved instictively to Kat, before several moment's consideration told her that a Pokemon that heavy would sink like a stone in the water. So without pause she grabbed Rufflet's bawl and tossed it free. The small bird Pokemon flew free of the Pokeball and began to fly in rapid little circles.<br/><br/>It was not an elegant flyer, still young with an overlarge head that required lots of flapping to stay airborne, but it would be enough, she hoped.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">"Listen up!" </span>She called in what was almost a slurring parody of her commanding voice.<span style="color: gray">"We are fighting as a team!" </span>She pointed to Scyther, then to Eleyna<span style="color: gray">"They are on our side! No attacks and no stealing! We are catching Pokemon today!"</span><br/><br/>The Rufflet chirped noisily in that almost angry voice it seemed fond of, its flapping growing more frequent as it flew over the water to join them, clearly itching for battle.<br/><br/>Lydia stepped into the cold water after them before pausing. Her kimono would get wet if she ran into the water after them. She had no idea what dyes and material was used in making these, all the water could ruin the thing, and it was only on loan. She glanced at Eleyna, her somewhat spotty memory convincing itself she had stripped for the same reason, to protect the innocent clothes from the punishing waves.<br/><br/>Lydia made a token glance up and down the shore before following suit, ruffly fumbling to remove the kimono and its under-robe and leaving them in a semblance of being folded on the shore as she followed Eleyna into the surf, shivering as the cold water reached her bare thighs, more concerned with shivering in the cold than her own exposure to it, breasts bouncing freely as she tried to run into the water to meet Eleyna, as ready as she could be in her addled state for a battle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>