<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/>With the sound Onyx was making as it dove through the sound, Brock certainly didn't hear Elly's clever little plan to keep people's treasure away from them. Even if he had, though, his confidence was flying high enough that he didn't think Elly's sand lizard or Draven's fire fox stood a chance against his hardy Rock-type. Already, Onyx was resurfacing from the smooth, white beach with fake gold goblets and jewels tucked into his massive jaws, then dumping them out at Brock's feet for his trainer to gather them up with a grin on his face. Then, without even waiting, the snake was done in the ground again. Thankfully he wasn't nearly as fast as he was determined, or Specs might have a hard time keeping up.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the middle-aged trainer followed his waddling Dodorog as it tracked its nose over the surface of the sand, leading it out to the prop tropical (propical) forest that had been set up just a short ways off, surely the hiding place of a ton of land-based fake treasure. It would probably be easier for anyone to find some points hidden out in those plastic trees and underbrush, but only if they could beat the Dodorog's incredible nose to it.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/s58oe9.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seastorm Ferry, Below Deck<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Katsuo<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>Porygon, Voltorb (+?)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hm?" the man sounded curiously and turned to face the person interrupting him, his one eye wide open with curiosity. For no more than a second, he just stood there, his cigarette lazily emitting smooth curls of smoke into the air, until he finally huffed with slight annoyance. "Get lost," he told Katsuo, withdrawing something from his jacket in a blur and firing toward them. A small, black disc flew through the air toward them leaving a trail of brilliant blue light, then flew in a few circles around Toshi, encasing him in its laser trail. After a few rotations, the disc flashed red and turned the trail purple, then flew back to the criminal's hand and entered the small, red, remote-like piece of technology in his hand.<br/><br/>As the light faded almost instantly, it wasn't immediately clear what had happened, as Toshi's growling kept on, but when Katsuo looked down, he would see his trusted pokémon had pulled a 180. The Eevee's eyes were clouded over, but its intent was bright as day as it stalked toward its master, growling and showing small, sharp teeth.