<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/0/05/376Metagross.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Douglasberg, Walkway<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hibana, Skylar, Dr. Pierce<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokémon:</strong>Steelix (Exeter)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Good to see your priorities are straight," the Mechagross commented, keeping true to his word by lifting the fallen section of bridge up to the point that it was up flush against the part that was still stable. The massive Steelix watched, ready to strike if necessary or called upon as Dr. Pierce grabbed Riolu and hurried off toward the safer section. As soon all of them were clear, the mechanical pokemon released the bridge, which bounced and clattered off the nearby building walls only a few times before crashing into the blackened water below.<br/><br/>Setting Riolu down, Dr. Pierce slowly walked over toward Hibana, smiling reassuringly at her as she reached into her bag and pulled out the stone. "There's always more where this came from. It's not worth putting yourselves in danger," she told the younger woman, handing it over to her so she could surrender it for them.<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, Luxio,<em>Voltorb</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Under the saboteur's control, Turtwig struggled hard when Katsuo tried to grab him, trying to push his arms of with the force of his legs and, once that proved to fail, going so far as to bite one of his arms. Seeing he was no longer a threat, the eyepatched man just grinned and watched Katsuo flee, recalling his Luxio and returning to his work, which was just about done. Thankfully, as Katsuo moved farther away from him and put more hallways and walls between them, his control over Turtwig quickly faded, and the little pokemon chirped in confusion and looked up to Katsuo, sorry he had hurt him.<br/><br/>It was only a few corridors away that Katsuo finally ran into Cedric, who had been tracking him and the criminal. "What's going on?" the Grass-type leader asked quickly, eyeing the other trainer's distressed state and the slightly beat up Turtwig he was carrying.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/uploads/chars/thumbs/200/5688-2026575884.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ferry Restaurant<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elektra, Rae Ann<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Drowzee,<em>Wobbuffet</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thankfully, as soon as the two female Gym Leaders stepped over the fainted Wobbuffet and entered the restaurant, they would see that all of the hostages were still doing just fine. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to make the situation too much better. Rather than being corralled up, the patrons of the ship's finest dining hall were all spread around the room, still seated at their tables (expecting those who were on the floor), and every last one of them dozing like a newborn pup. The room was filled with the sounds of soft breathing and heavy snoring, among which could be picked out the slow, lazy chant of a Drowzee that stood on the table at the center of the room, using its Hypnosis to keep everyone asleep.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to pick out the Drowzee's master, being that she was only one of three people in the room that were still awake. Walking through the arrangement of tables and sleeping ferry-goers was a young woman with short, black hair, dressed in a modest, matching black blouse and skirt with a black bow tied at the top of her chest. Carrying a heavy bag, she walked from person to unconscious person, checking their possessions and, if she found they were a trainer, stuff their pokeballs into the bag.<br/><br/>Looking up from his chant, the Drowzee spotted the two women entered and made possibly the least energetic cry of alarm they had ever heard. "Drooow~?" it warned its master, who looked up from her work to share in his alertness. "Oh, dear. I guess poor Wobbuffet couldn't hold the line by herself.. I thought she would at least hold out for a lot longer than that," the woman mused, putting her hand onto her cheek and looking off thoughtfully as if the two trainers weren't even there.