<div class="floatleft">(http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Other%20Anime/Anime%20Guys/lkch349f.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seastorm Ferry<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elouise, Elektra<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>Chimchar, Tarift (+1)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The trainer's brow furrowed as he listened to a particularly fierce flame attack. The sound was loud enough to draw the attention of the few civilians in the battle room who hadn't already fled to heal their pokémon or find their families, but once it died out, there was silence again. After a few moments, the trainer brought his eyes down to glance at Elouise, then to look at Elektra, who seemed far more concerned (or at least nervous) about the situation, and seemed to have a couple healthy pokémon with her. "You might want to head up there quickly. I can help, once I get Tarift and Chimchar fixed up," he told her, then dashed off to find the Pokémon Center as quickly as he could, leaving both Gym Leaders to make their own battle plans.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/8/83/Spr_DP_Ace_Trainer_F_1.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Poacher 2<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Safari Zone, Area 2<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cain<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>Mightyena (+1)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The young boy bolted for Area 3 the second the "ten" passed from Cain's lips, half-panicked and desperate not to let his dog be in danger for a second longer than he had to. Considering the boy was nearly in tears, it wasn't the kindest of methodology Cain could have employed, but considering the real culprit behind this safari robbery would soon be brought before him, it would be hard for one to argue with his results.<br/><br/>The Poochyena did seem happy when it was let go and healed of its battle damage and status affects, yapping cheerfully. Being young and not too trained, it clearly didn't understand all that much of what Cain was saying to it, but it saw that he had no further intention of harming it and took that to mean he was a new friend. It was clearly considering nudging the older trainer's hand to try to get him to pet it when a much larger puppy stalked in from the direction of Area 3, growling fiercely and bearing savage teeth, teeth that were worn from much use, but still sharp enough to pierce bone.<br/><br/>(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/f/f1/262Mightyena.png)<br/><br/>Following at the pokémon's heels were the same panicked boy from before and a girl closer to Cain's age. She didn't seem nearly as afraid of Cain as the younger poacher was, holding one empty pokéball confidently in his hand while another was held on her belt, a satchel full of pokéballs hung from her shoulder. No doubt the catch from her little illegal expedition. "Look, Mighty, your little brother's in trouble. You're not too happy about that, are you?" the lady trainer cooed to her Mightyena, making the fearsome dog growl louder and lower its stance. The Poochyena whimpered and backed off, knowing that he wasn't in as much danger as the girl implied, yet avoiding being in its older sibling's way. Probably a wise move, considering those teeth.<br/><br/>With a loud bark, the predator leapt forward and bounded straight for Croagunk, homing in on her throat to put her down with its own, more powerful Bite.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/1/11/VSBrock.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Brock<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg Casino<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elly, Draven<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>Onyx (+?)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite the fact that Brock was a genuine celebrity in more regions than his own, and Draven was an aspiring celebrity in his own town (even if he was still a complete nobody to anyone outside of the writing and publishing business), the receptionist still only seemed to care when Elly handed in her form. The line between brown-nosing and an odd, perhaps unhealthy obsession was quite blurred. "Good luck, Ms. Elly! Show them who runs this town!"<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Needless to say, with how last-minute their sign-ups had been, the three Gym Leaders barely made it down to the beach on time, so that even their own registration preceded them; their starting positions were set up and bore their names on large, electronic banners, but the description of the first contest was already underway. Thankfully, they could hear the details as they followed the sandy path down from the casino, being called out by an energetic man with a bright red suit and a megaphone, who stood on a platform behind their starting positions.<br/><br/>"The rules of the Treasure Hunt are simple: he who gets the most gold, gets the most points! Treasure chests and ancient, valuable artifacts are buried and hidden all over this beach! Whichever trainer can use his trusty pokémon to get the richest wins!" the announcer exclaimed in a voice that would have carried even without the megaphone, gesturing backward at a beautiful beach that was dressed up with prop foliage and pine trees, making it look like the sort of mediterranean island that movies claimed bore hidden pirate treasure. The casino certainly went to great effort to put on a good show; it was no wonder they were the biggest tourist destination in the region, aside from Seastorm.<br/><br/>Brock actually broke into a grin and rushed into his position next to their fourth player(s), a middle-aged man and his son, who were jumping into the contest with a trusty old Dodorog. Not a good battling pokémon by any means, but in a challenge like this, an incredible sense of smell like that could change everything. "Nothing's buried too deep for you! Go, Onyx!" the Rock-Solid trainer shouted as he tossed out the mighty snake, his famous Onyx drawing many cheers from the surprisingly large audience that had gathered for the games. There were other contests going on simultaneously, but when two local Gym Leaders were going up against a popular visitor, it was obvious where the interest would be. "Good luck, all of you," he said as his face grew a little more serious again, though the fun was still there. As the others got ready, he waited for the second where they were told to begin.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">#29. DODOROG</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Fake%20Pokemon/Dodorog.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Normal</strong></span><br/>Smelling Pokémon<br/>Height: 3'1"<br/>Weight: 67.5 lbs<br/><br/>Dodorog uses its sense of smell to find lost hikers and criminals for the police. It is impossible for Dodorog to get lost because it can easily smell its way home.</div></div><br/>===<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Douglasberg, Ruins<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hibana<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Riolu's second Force Palm landed without another incident and was more than enough to finish off the angry Carvahna, knocking the barbaric fish back so hard that it was unconscious before it even landed in the drink.<br/><br/><strong>Riolu gained 1 Evo Point!</strong><br/><strong>Hitmonlee gained 1 Evo Point!</strong><br/><br/>Thankfully that was it for any Dark pokémon attacks, at least for the moment. If she was going to recover, Hibana and her team would have plenty of time to rest and recover in peace, unless she decided she was in a great hurry to find the Doctor and get him back to safety. The sounds of crashing coming from the direction Lexi had gone weren't particularly encouraging...