<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/202893822/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Choko Hideki<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (2 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ethics<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Choko was already thinking of how she could abuse her abilities (cheating on bets, hurting people with that water gun which she had already done, even potentially drown people if she got really mad), when Sabrina's telepathic voice came in. Oh god, did she hear that errant thought of how she was pretty? Did she?<em>DID SHE?</em>No, she told herself. It had to be something to do with her father.<br/><br/>Which, speaking of, was already part of how she could be stopped. She didn't feel that much different from regular people, though, but even then, she had to think about how her abilities would grow. Her pen paused when she thought to write. She knew about...the incident, 20 years ago, the one that got her father thrown out of the league. It could serve as a way of stopping her, or others like her. She decided to keep it vague-the only one who could hear her thoughts was Sabrina, and she knew why Angelo was no longer a Gym Leader. So she wrote.<br/><br/>1: "Human trainers with incredible bonds to their Pokemon can direct their attacks at humans. In this way, highly skilled trainers are in fact our greatest foes, for they know exactly how to counter us."<br/><br/>Hybrids like her might have the strengths of both man and mon, but Pokemon were the "bigger fish" that were always stronger, always faster, always...more. Wild Pokemon would attack humans, but trained ones might not, depending on the Trainer. Only the best could convince their Pokemon to strike at humans. Her father was one. A former Champion, Lance, was another. There was sure to be more.