<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/>The man in the white suit turned away from Katsuo again to watch his Porygon continue to hack the security door, fully confident that the younger trainer would be more than occupied trying to deal with his own pokémon that had turned on him. "Keep out of the way and he'll go back to normal eventually," the man told him, having a distinct Australian accent, though he spoke the local language fluently. As Katsuo reached his hand toward him, Toshi stepped back and growled louder and louder. Just as he was about to touch him, the little Eevee leapt up toward him to attack him, but luckily a round flash of green came of from the side and tackled Toshi out of the way just in time. Rolling against the wall together, both Toshi and Cedric's Turtwig stood up and faced each other, growling in their own ways. It looked like Cedric didn't want Katsuo going completely alone in case there was more trouble than he expected.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seastorm Ferry, Upper Deck<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rae Ann, Elektra<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"WOOOOOBBUFFET!"<br/><br/>The unmistakable pokémon cry rang out as both the Water trainer and the Multitype arrived on-deck at roughly the same time. If the situation on the ship wasn't so dire at the moment, the scene before both of them might actually have been a little funny. Gathered in front of them, almost forming a wide semicircle as they stood back on the outer deck of the ship, were at least a dozen security guards, looking on in desperation and frustration as an equal number of unconscious pokémon lay on the ground before them. Several Growlithes, some Herdier, and even a Pikachu had been struck out, it seemed. One little Shellder remained conscious and, despite seeing what had happened to all of its allies, decided to jump in and fling its strongest Bubblebeam toward their mutual opponent.<br/><br/>At the center of the circle of security, at least four and a half feet tall, was a particularly tough looking Wobbuffet, its light blue skin faintly scorched and bruised in various places as it had endured attacks from the police force. The Shellder's Bubblebeam struck its side fiercely, pummeling the Patient Pokémon's hide with far greater force than one would expect from tiny, microscopically thin spheres of water filled with nothing but air, but the Wobbuffet grimaced through the pain. Once the attack was over, not a second passed before a thick, shimmering layer of energy formed around the pokémon's skin, then concentrated into a single beam that flew back and struck the Shellder, hurting it just as bad as it had hurt Wobbuffet, only multiplied.<br/><br/>Needless to say, the unevolved Water type didn't stand a chance. The Psychic counter struck it before it could even blink its eyes, sending it sailed back through the air and straight to the feet of its trainer, who kneeled down to tend to the fainted pokémon. "Damn it!" he cursed, along with a few others on his crew, since they were just about out of pokémon to attack with. It was clear now that the Wobbuffet was barring their entrance to the ferry's well-regarded four-star restaurant, and now they had no way of getting past. At the moment, the head of security noticed these two civilian women (or so they seemed) coming up onto the deck, one in her bikini, and he went to herd them away from the situation. "Stay back! We need the deck clear; we have a woman with hostages in there!" he explained, expecting that to make them leave, though it was likely to just get them far more involved.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/uploads/chars/5688-670803075.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doctor Cedony Pierce<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Douglasberg, Ruins<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hibana<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The historian took a deep breath, just glad that it turned out Hibana was someone who was here to help, rather than some bandit who had come to take what few valuables she brought with her. If her computer was taken, along with all of that data she had taken, that would certainly be a disaster. "Thank you. I was going to try to wait it out and hope whatever's out there went away, but I can't say for certain if that's going to happen now," she said, her voice soft and tempered by her English accent. "I would introduce myself, but you already know my name, and I do think we're already short on time," she joked, quickly packing away her computer and other equipment into her bag.<br/><br/>Once she was ready, she pulled a pair of inconspicuous metal rings from her pocket and slipped one onto each pinky finger. Anyone familiar with these devices knew they would faintly vibrate in the direction of oncoming obstacles and surfaces, giving the wearer a fair idea of layout around them. "Lead the way," Pierce told Hibana, moving toward the door. If she got down here alone, how hard could it be to get her back to the surface?