<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Images-41.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elektra Kandou<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg Stadium.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>GM post<br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Pichu (Sparkles (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/PikachuColoredPichu-picsay.jpg)), Glaceon, and Egg<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elektra was in the closest proximity to Bellin, having been battling him but a moment before. She was observant, in the best and worse situations her quiet temperament leaned itself to noticing details. She couldn't help but deem his behavior<em>odd</em>. While it was quite obvious that something was going to happen at this point, or maybe that was just her paranoia, he looked like he was well expecting it in a entirely different matter. Though perhaps she was just seeing things in the dim light 0f his Pokemon's tail. Whichever way, she wasn't happy. Rocket, Plasma, Flare, she had heard the stories. This had a bad taste, and the timid Gym Leader could feel it coming on.<br/><br/>Soon enough, her fears were confirmed.<br/><br/>Distant buzzing caught her ear quickly. She would have liked to think that perhaps this was of a helpful sort. But no, the increasing sound was all too ominous. Her heart pounded within her chest and moments felt like ages. Whatever was coming next couldn't be good. It just couldn't. Obviously Glaceon agreed by the way she growled and pressed herself against her trainer.<br/><br/>Sure enough, this too was confirmed ...<br/><br/>Flashes and the furious sounds from over head. The mere suggestion of it could dizzy one, much less standing there in the middle of it. Her mind quickly sought ways to defend this. She hadn't much. One Pokemon fainted, one weakened and increasingly angry, and a unhatched egg. If Bellin could take out some with his Chimchar... then she remembered his curious behavior and wondered. Couldn't be, could it? Surely not. He had been so kind...<br/><br/>His voice of warning quickly broke her thought. Gray eyes diverted to see the impending cloud of purple. She didn't stop to think, she acted according. Reaching into her bag, she grasp cloth and pulled forth a light picnic blanket. She tossed outward to open it out and pulled it over herself, crouching down and pulling Glaceon under with her. She sent a silent 'thank you' to her aunt for not letting her forget it.<br/><br/>She remained a few moments, until lights returned, at which point she risked a peek. Deeming it safe, she tossed the blanket off, but remained crouched with Glaceon pulled and held to her chest. The ice Pokemon was becoming increasingly furious, Elektra feared for her safety. The last thing she wanted was to lose one of her beloved to whatever this was.<br/><br/>Her answer partly came in the form of the woman stepping around the massive bug Pokemon. There was something inherently creepy about the darkly and well clad female. More so than the fact it seemed to be her behind this terrible attack. The mere appearance of her issued a growl from Glaceon, confirming that the Pokemon agreed with Elektra's unvoiced feeling. But there was nothing to be done but sit there and listen. She knew Glaceon alone hadn't the power to take any of this on. Most of the others had weakened or fainted Pokemon as well. Which made this all the more well timed for these people.<br/><br/>Then she proceeded to seemingly order her grunts to take people, Brock and Misty of all people at that. This came as a shock and surprise to Elektra. People? Well, she could see the use for hostages. But why? There was always some perverse and illogical reason why. There was always some way they were going to make the world<em>better</em>. What was theirs? And would she and the others make it out?<br/><br/>She wouldn't risk attacking. She knew she hadn't a chance against so many anyway, not without a group effort, all attacking at once, and almost everybody else seemed to get the warning about the spores too late. So she stayed there, still, almost as if she too was paralyzed. Though she wasn't trying to appear so. She just didn't see the need in moving. Finally though, she stood. Fists clinched at her sides, she seemed almost angry. She was, which took quite a lot to provoke. "If you are going to treat us with this indignity, then at least give the dignity of your identity. Rocket, Plasma, or Flare? Or perhaps a new team of menaces has arisen?" Her voice was little louder than usual, but there was a different tone to it now. A tone of defiance and anger mixed with her soft vocals made her seem not so shy and timid in that moment and moreover somebody with a strong purpose and moral to defend.