<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/mdHZvw03i*CGtsDN0LtfmUcgwnGEzcn1TYwBd-dIje3UhHDsWx0iVsng64hRwI31SfNV4pQJqB1nofG6HkqXVYVMMEycorew/Drayolagain.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cedric Oleaster<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ferry, Below Deck<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Katsuo<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Gloom (Priscilla), Turtwig<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cedric frowned as he took and cradled Turtwig, recalling the little leaf pokemon back into his ball so he could get some rest. He was upset that Turtwig had gotten hurt, but even more upset that the man had gotten away, meaning his pokemon's efforts had been in vain. "I've still got Priscilla to use. Do you think we could still catch up to him?" the Grass leader asked quickly, focusing on the problem at hand. He would make sure Turtwig got healed after they did what they could about this saboteur.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg Casino<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elly, Draven, Marco<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The receptionist's cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as her idol boss took her by the arm, but remained focused on the task at hand, which was making sure her hero made it to the next contest on time. The other two Gym Leaders hadn't even started following them immediately and could have ended up being late, but she wasn't nearly so worried about that. "I'm sorry about the Treasure Hunt, Elly. I don't think it was fair that the treasure in the pyramid counted," she told her and agreed with her sentiment from before, though it wasn't really a guarantee Elly would have won if it hadn't counted. After all, Onyx was a very skilled pokemon, and Lucille had just raked in some huge points by grabbing the idol for Draven.<br/><br/>Arriving back in the casino, the pretty young woman hurried Elly (and Marco and Draven by proxy) along toward the auditorium where the stage for the next event had been set up, raised a couple meters off the ground and taking up a large fraction of what space the room offered. On the side of the platform closed to them, accessible by a set of collapsible stairs, were four color-coded platforms for the trainers themselves to stand on and give orders as they sent their pokemon into the game. Everything beyond that (90% of the stage) was covered up by a long, plastic sheet, preventing them from peeking underneath and getting an idea of what they were supposed to do until the rules were announced. For now, though, they would have their hands full as a figured appeared up at the top of the stairs and looked down at them.<br/><br/>"About time you got here! I was just about to call it a win by default," an orange-haired beauty called down at them in a friendly yet competitive tone, long legs fully exposed as she was only dressed in a white and blue swimsuit, with a jacket over it. Despite the feminine beauty she showed off so prominently, it was easy to tell she was something of a tomboy, giving the trio a mischievous grin as she tossed a Dive Ball up and down in the air. "Rock and Fire, huh? Think you guys can handle my Water types?" she asked as she popped open her pokeball, the light shooting a Starmie onto the platform in front of her, spinning its second set of arms idly as it eagerly awaited the next challenge.