Pirates of the Oceania (ON HOLD)

[The REAL Joey]

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OOC: Apologising now. Why? Because i'd sooner the apology be somewhere you can see it before scrollin' through all this. Also, as for move updates:

Lockjaw learns Crunch over Bite and Agility over Scary Face.
Zidane is taught Smack Down via a TM over Headbutt.
Evolving both as well naturally.

At this point, Joey was confronted with feelings of pure uselessness and absolute futility. The way this ghost spoke seemed to be conveying that this was around the final stop before the ship sunk. Perplexed even further by the whitish aura turning into that of a bloodied crimson red, he was unsure of where this conversation was going to lead. "Look just calm the hell down. Can't you just swallow your pride and abandon ship? There's gotta be lifeboats on this fine cruiser, can't we all just jump on them and get to safety? Don't be so stubborn." Falling silent, it was not too long thereafter that he added on to what he was saying this time in somewhat of a murmur. "Just let it go and move on." The fiendish cackles of the Haunter were enough to rope Joey quickly back into the thick of things and was prompt enough to remind him of whom he was talking to. "Ah, the who the hell am I tryin' to convince. You're a dead man! I bet you sunk down with the ship. Nothing i'm gonna say is gonna change anything!"

His eyes falling on Zidane, he knew this was going to be a huge gamble but the stakes were high enough with this deranged spirit now becoming tempestuous in his behaviour. It was a dangerous move that came across all too obvious with what Earl came out with. This time however, Joe was washing his hands clean of trying to friendly up with the ghost. "Ah shuddup. You're not even around to see what this place really is in the present. It won't make any more of a difference if this whole room gets trashed." Blowing an exasperated blast of air up at his hair, he soon turned to that of a flinch as he heard what move the navigator had imparted to his champion. "Shadow Ball?! Crap!!" Knowing full well how devastating the attack could be, he looked around the room frantically to see where the Haunter would attack from. The booming laughs from all angles made this a difficult endeavour and it was only at the last second did he lay eyes on the ghoul. Watching in horror as the floating ghost formed the shadowed orb with his hands, the sudden vicious sling of the destructive ball hurtled towards Zidane.

Unable to say anything in time, he watched as his prehistoric Pokemon turned to face the Shadow Ball head on. Covering his eyes as the impact made a huge chunk of random debris fly outwards, there was an uneasy turnaround in the fact the attack had plunged the room into an impenetrable darkness. Only the insane cackles from the Haunter could be heard and not even a whisper from Zidane since the attack had struck. As he stuck his arms out to try and feel the world around him, the same ungodly dark seemed to suck back into the centre of the room before allowing the wrecked bridge to turn back to normal. Standing defiantly in the centre of the room was none other than Zidane. The primordial beast was barely standing but at the same time, he was breathing heavily with his murderous instinct now kicking in. The concept of killing a ghost seemed absurd but that wasn't going to stop Zidane from attempting to do so. "Holy shit Zidane...! You survived!" Ignoring Joey's surprise, Zidane did something almost our of character. Normally remaining silent, the rampaging dinosaur let out a thundering roar and went stomping forwards at an exhilarating pace.

Normally, Pokemon like Haunter would laugh in the face of being hit by such moves with an affinity to Ground but Zidane had a special ability. Somehow able to unnerve the opponent and make them lose what made them so special in their ability, it left the murderous beast to wreck all hell on its unfortunate victims. Lobbing his bulky cranium into the Haunter and giving it a vicious payback for the last attack, it seemed that somehow, Zidane had managed victory over the wily spectre. That wasn't the end however, Zidane went that one step further in bloody revenge and threw him towards the control panel, ensuring the Haunter was coursed through with a nice fatal amount of electricity. As it was shocked, the dying laughter of it could be heard and made the room feel deeply uncomfortable. "What a way to go... I sure hope that doesn't happen to me." Scratching his chin apprehensively, he pondered his own death. "Something like a heroic death'd do me." With the ghost of the navigator now suitably finished, Joe turned to check up on him. Expecting the ghost to finally be at rest, he was certainly surprised to see the opposite. With the bridge now completely in pieces, it wasn't quite enough to inform Joe that in Earl's past, the room was now flooding.

Cautiously stepping forward to approach the ship crew member, Joey noticed the look of absolute despair in his eyes. What the ghost would now say melancholy next sent shivers down Joe's spine. These were the words of a man doing his death was a fast approaching inevitability. His arm faltering as he had held it out to begin with, Joey remained silent out of respect for what the navigator was going through. Perhaps Joey's sullenness would make the next action by Earl even more surprising. Looking up just as the man had picked a gun out of his jacket pocket, Joey flinched backwards and placed it before his mouth. With an unhesitating pull of the trigger, the ghost and his remains disappeared from view in the blink of an eye. All that remained to Joe was the deafening sound of his gun firing off, a noise that wrung all too horribly in his ears. The deed Earl had just pulled was a tragedy in its own right but it bought Joey to reflect on matters personal to himself. All back to that fateful day back on Cycle Road. Bitterly swallowing his memories, he looked to the state of the room and sighed morosely. Just as he had preached to Earl, perhaps he should practice what he had said. It was about letting go. The past wasn't meant to be placed alongside the present.

To make things easier to swallow, a sudden shift would make Joey snap out of his brooding. Looking up, he noticed Lockjaw had started to act strangely. Seemingly fixated on nothing, the Pokemon started to abrupt in random places with light flooding out of his being. "LOCKJAW?! Are you havin' me on? You're actually evolving?!" His sadness dispelled, Joey's face brimmed with his grin that so many had said suited his face. Wanting to see his Pokemon change with his very eyes, the chance to do so seemed to become impossible as the brightness increased to an unbearable amount. Shielding, Joey awaited for the transformation to conclude. When the room seemed to become darker, he slowly dropped his fingers to see what mighty form his docile Croconaw had morphed into. When his eyes laid upon Lockjaw's appearance, it really didn't disappoint.

"Sweet mother of... You look absolutely awesome!! You're really gonna have trouble making people realise you're nothing more than a gentle giant now, eh? Hahahaha!" Wanting to go on to praise his new look, another sudden expulsion of light caught both Lockjaw and Joe by surprise. Having watched with absolute jealousy at the new sight of Lockjaw, Zidane had somehow forced himself to evolve as if to outdo the feral look of his team mate. With the lights swirling around in a radically fast pace, the process didn't take nowhere near as long as Lockjaw's had. "Great...! I dunno how the hell you're both evolving but if this means more strength then i'm for it... I just hope he's not gonna get anymore psychopathic." Yelled Joe as he called out to Lockjaw who responded with a whimper like grunt.

Dying down, Joey was now greeted with the sight of a much larger and bulkier looking Cranidos. This new form was none other than a Rampardos and it was clear that Zidane hadn't mellowed out. At all. Wasting no time in being a hellraiser, the prehistoric savage let out a roar that quaked the very room. "Holy crap! If this happens the ship WILL sink! I best return him, WOAH!" Just as he grabbed Zidane's Pokeball, the aggressive dinosaur sent forth a shock wave with his Bulldoze attack, knocking Joey backwards onto the navigation wheel and sending the container Pokeball flying off out of grip. His roar intensifying, Zidane knew this was his once chance to rid himself of servitude. Charging forward with his bludgeoning skull ramming outwards, it was obvious Joey wasn't going to be around much longer if it hit and might even be able to keep Earl company. "No... Holy *****, NO! I was hoping for a better death than this...!! AHHHHHH! I had so much more to prove!" His foot wedged in a piece of upraised floorboards, escape was impossible with the time he had. Closing his eyes tightly shut and gritting his teeth, Joey prepared himself for a terrible death.

Fortunately, that wasn't going to happen. Not today at least. Panicking as it observed Zidane losing his control, Lockjaw seemed paralysed with fear and hesitant as what to do. He had always been a bit intimidated by Zidane's brutal aggressiveness but if he didn't act now, his good friend would be killed. Letting out a fearsome roar of his own that was coated with the fury of not knowing what to do, the Feraligatr moved forward at an alarming pace as if his mind had lost control of his body. Without even thinking of what he was doing, he jumped in front of Joey and stared down Zidane as he rapidly approached. Slamming his massive claws around in the air and continuing to roar from his impressive roar, Lockjaw knew this was going to hurt. Doing his best to try and handle Zidane's mighty cranium, Lockjaw somehow grabbed hold of the immense force and struggled to keep him at bay. Roaring frantically to try and alert Joey, the biker soon got the message.

"Goddammit Lockjaw, I am so sorry about this... Zidane's was always bit of a loose cannon but this is bull. I'll go hurry and get the Pokeball! Keep HOLD of him!" With a mighty yell, Joey heaved his trapped foot from under the snagged floorboards and went flying over to where the Pokeball had rolled to. "Oh shit... Please don't tell me. Oh no." Looking down, he noticed the cracks were prominent and actually fell down to the rooms below. "NO!" Falling down the floor, he began frantically looking to see if a lone plank had secured it safely. As he did, Lockjaw let out a waning roar. "I know, I know! I'll get to it! Just hold on!" Leering his eyes as he looked to the rampaging Zidane who was now trying to punish Lockjaw severely for denying his attempt, it was clear that he viewed this once butt of a joke crocodile as something more now. Something akin to that of an infernal rival that needed to be thwarted. Slamming his head around, Lockjaw did nothing to strike back but merely defended himself with his large forearms. Knowing he couldn't keep up with defending against such a relentless behemoth, Lockjaw began to realise he had but one possibility. Attack back. "OH GOD! YEAH! The Pokeball's on this plank... Just... Gotta... Grab it!"

Distracting Lockjaw slightly, Joey's ecstatic voice had notified Lockjaw that this gruelling assault was coming to an end. Growling in an effort to muster more strength, he defended against a few more attempts. But he had enough. Zidane may have fought alongside as one of Joey's gang but this sort of mutinous behaviour was inexcusable. Putting all of his remaining strength into the roar and his swing, the mighty Feraligatr slashed forward, aiming for the bully's eye. Slashing past its rocky exterior, Lockjaw was determined to make him back off, dragging his sharp claws downwards, Zidane backed away with a tremor like roar of sheer agony. As he did, the sound of footsteps running to Lockjaw's side was heard. "Enough! Zidane! Return!"

Not a moment too soon, Zidane's Pokeball opened up and with a huge burst of red light sporting outwards, enveloped the tyrannical monster into its confines. Sucking it inside the containing device, Joey clammed it shut as soon as the retrieving process was succeeded. As he stuffed it back onto his belt holster, he couldn't do anything but let out a mighty sigh. "Pheeeeeew... That was close. Way too close." Looking up to Lockjaw who was seemingly in a state of shock over the fact he was able to stand up to the titan, Joey gave his large alligator a pat on the back. "You did great Lockjaw. You really did. You may be a big softie but look at what you did. You stood up to Zidane which is no joke and you protected me. I nearly ended up dead then." Turning to face Joey, Lockjaw seemed upset yet at the same time overcome with happiness that he had saved his trainer. Letting out a small whimper, he stretched out his large arms and greeted Joey with an enveloping hug. Responding in kind, Joey patted his back a few times. "You're really something, y'know that?" Eventually letting go, Joey turned to look at the destruction of the room. "I'd like to carry on exploring this place but after that? I think we should get some proper rest." Moving towards the door, he finished. "And by proper I mean no ghosts waking us up unexpectedly."

Nodding in agreement, Lockjaw moved swiftly to follow Joey and while finding it hard to get past the door, ended up just breaking open a developing hole which had began to show right next to it. As they made their way off the ship, no hide nor hair was seen of any other living soul. "Guess that cosplayer girl went off home. About time. She'd be crazy to stay here for too long. I'll have to ask her if she's even seen that ghost." Jumping off the deck of the ship and onto the pier situated to the west of Goldenrod, Joey wasted no time in getting back to his rented room and resting up. Although he didn't summon him, while he was checking over his data, it seemed Zidane had suffered a permanent scar from Lockjaw's attempt to make him back off. "Hmph, maybe that'll knock some sense into him. I'm really going to need to find a way to sort him out." Thinking about returning to the Science Lab that had revived him, he shook off visiting in favour of returning to the sunken ship the next day. Lying with his face looking up as he rested in bed, he was unaware of what the crazy ship would greet him with the next day. "Maybe that Kraken the old fart was speakin' about will show itself... Ah well... Zzzz..."

Having experienced so much in the day, it came as no surprise that Joey fell into a deep slumber, waking up late into the morning the next day. However, as he did events later in the day would transpire and mean his time in Goldenrod was cut short for the time being.

Some time later, Joey had decided to sneak his way back into Goldenrod. Hurrying along the sea docks situated to the West of the city, the stealthy thief had made it to where the sunken ship was located. It had hardly changed. Jumping over and made the daredevil leap once more, he stood up and looked around. The weather did seem pretty choppy today. "Wonder if that kraken the man was talking about is lurking, sheesh." Shaking his head, he moved to a familiar door.

- Heading to Entertainment Area -

Coming through the doorway, he made it into the snazzy entertainment area of the ship. It had been cleaned up somewhat from the mess he had caused with the battle but it also seemed that the girl was nowhere in sight. Thinking she might be hidden behind a counter, he called out on the off chance. "Yo Gwen! You about? It's me, Joe from a while back. Hello?" Waiting for a response, he ended up shaking his head and moving on to where the ruckus had unfolded the night before. This time, as opposed to taking the door he had already explored, he went the opposite.

- Heading to Lower Deck -

Moving through the door and being greeted with a lengthy descent of stairs, he plodded down them and eventually made it to the bottom. As he did, it was becoming increasing evident just how bad the breach to the hull was. The entire place seemed flooded! "Oh great. I guess it was kinda stupid of me to think it'd be all high and dry but... Eh. No matter." Stepping forward, he was unsure of what to expect. One thing was for sure though, he was gonna explore this from tip to toe. Hopefully this time around he wouldn't have to deal with any near death dramatics as he had last time around.

[Morrigan]

As Joe travelled further down the steps of the spiral staircase, his descent soon came to a halt as he hit a wooden landing area. The landing was small, as if it were a simple box room, the floor covered in what would've been luxurious wooden panels and the walls adorned with pale, peeling wallpaper etched with a gold ornate patterning. A few empty picture frames hung in an unruly manner across the walls as well as a single, lone door which beckoned him forth. Some of the wooden panels of the floor had been ripped out or seemingly stomped through, the odd patch of water rising and dribbling downward, suggesting that the surface was actually at a heavy slant. Approaching the only door which was available to enter, it quickly became apparent that Joe was not alone, a number of muffled shouts echoing from whatever was on the other side. It was hard to make out but at a guess, it could've been a girl. Pushing open the unlocked door, it opened into a brand new room, ripe for exploration.

From the entrance, Joe would easily be able to tell that this was the lower deck of the front portion of the ship. The long walls loomed forward as if curving into a shape of a tip, although that part was deep under the salty water of the sea which had flooded a good portion of the room. The water was so deep, infact, that it was possible to go fishing here. It was a spacious area, big enough to hold a party or two back in it's prime days. But now it was just a empty shell, there were no bits of furniture or mementos of the past, only the merciless sea and odd hole in the darkly coloured flood boards. But there was something odd which floated in the dense air, almost overpowering the calming scent of the sea. The smell of paint. With a mere few steps into the room, it became clear what the source of this smell was as one corner of the lower deck was becoming completely drenched in fresh, vivid red paint. The once delicate, ornate wallpaper had been completely drowned in the colour of red, splashed in strange, stylised R's and other symbols, such as a skull and cross bones. Posters of numerous genres ranging from a certain criminal organisation to heavy metal bands to strange TV shows were pinned against the wall. The one apparent for this mess was the only other human in the area, a slender female with tied back, almost black hair which span into an impressive curl at the tip.

Dunking a paintbrush into one of the many open paint buckets scattered around her, the girl paused before literally throwing the paintbrush at the wall before reclaiming the object and then taking a step back to admire what she had done. Using this as a base, she drew a rather comical pair of uneven eyes, sad mouth and a helmet shape before bursting out into laughter, "Looks JUST like Gwen, that one does!" Laughing even more, it became clearer that mess were actually numerous faces, not that they were exactly decipherable. It just looked like an absolute mess. Moving across a space, she fell back into her contemplative state as she was faced with her biggest enemy, a blank space on the wall, "If only I wasn't such a artistic genius! Then I wouldn't have so many ideas!" She cried out woefully in an over dramatic sense before bellowing the word, "ROOOOOOCKET!" and throwing the brush again. It seemed her ideas of painting were to just make a random marking and then elaborate it into something else.

Taking a step forward, the female accidentally kicked over her bucket of paint, remaining with her leg up in the air as she watched in horror, the sight of her precious thick liquid dribbling across the floor. Shoulders slouching, she looked around, only to realise all the other buckets had been long empty as well. "Confound it all! Where is an ASSISTANT WHEN I NEED ONE!?" Suddenly spinning on the spot, she pointed dramatically right towards Joe, her eyes widening upon realising that someone else was standing at the doorway. "Eeeerrrr" Dragging on her clear uncertainty in the form of a long drone, the girl straightened herself up, giving Joe a few moments to take in her appearance. Similar to Gwen, this young woman wore a striking red and black outfit, a lone red R stitched on her chest. Taking a step forward in her heeled shoes, she squinted at Joe, visibly questioning his presence. "Hold it right there, you." She spoke in an almost sinister tone, her eyes narrowing evilly. Taking a few more steps towards him to close their gap somewhat, she was relatively tall, even if she would've taken off her heels.

Placing a hand on her chin, she pointed a spare hand to him, "Trespasser." Despite stating this word cautiously, she was quick to straighten up her back before grinning wildly, "AND A MALE ONE AT THAT!" Loosening up her heavy frown, her staring intensified as she examined his face, "Your nose! Your cheekbones! Fascinating!" Turning on her heel, she quickly dove back into her painting, only to curse at the sight of no more paint. Scrapping out what little she could, she randomly began to splatter away at the wall, mainly using triangular shapes until it became a very crazy, over the top image of what was suppose to be Joe. "BRAVO! ROCKET RAINBOW!" The girl cheered with surprising vigour, tossing the brush up into the air and causing it to hazardously land close to Joe's boot. After admiring her work for a few moments longer, she turned to see if the male was still there. "What are you still standing around for?!" She suddenly roared angrily, "Do you wish to become my assistant?!" Holding a hand out, she tried to force him to give up on this idea, "I'm sorry, I do not take students. But you may be my model! Yet I will pay you NOTHING."

It was clear that she was completely eccentric compared to someone like Gwen. She atleast wasn't a man hater but another female wearing a Rocket-esque outfit was possible to raise a few alarm bells. Suddenly, a bright flash of light erupted from her belt, morphing into the shape of a Pokemon. Standing with a much angrier expression it became immediately clear that it had appeared in order to chase Joe off. Turning to his trainer, the Smeargle began crying out in it's own language, waving it's arms about manically whilst doing so. "Huh? We should send our assistant to get more paint? PERFECT!" Slapping it's own face, the Smeargle grunted and sent a venomous look to Joe before waving a hand to Edna to make her move in closer. Sneakily painting a few markings on the floor, he tried to spell out the situation in the form of cartoon images, looking into the eyes of his trainer in hopes that she understood. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUH? HE ISN'T A ROCKET?" Rolling it's eyes, the Smeargle nodded continuously, only to receive a miserably pitched groan from Edna as she realised this meant work.

Looking over to Joe with half closed eyes, it was almost as if she had been trained to read off a script with how her previous eccentric personality turned into something so uncaring and drab, "You there, trespasser. You are not welcome here. Leave now whilst you still can, otherwise I, Edna, will smite you in the name of Team Rocket." Sighing out loud, the girl clearly wasn't impressed, her eyes leering down to her Pokemon, "Can't we just leave him for the others to sort out? I wanna get back to painting. My ideas will leave me all at once at this rate!" Recoiling back at the incessant shouting of her Pokemon again, the Smeargle stomped itself forward, atleast prepared to face Joe on his own accord. "Fine. FIIIIINE. Gwen will just go crying back to Shar if I don't do this anyway." She grumbled childishly as she pouted her lips.

Rocket Grunt Edna has sent out Smeargle (Level 34) to fight!
Please select a Pokemon to use in battle.

OOC: 3 Years later and I return to your monster of a post. Oh. Em. Gee. *dances*

[The REAL Joey]

The emergence into a new room was disorientating to say the least. The descent downwards wasn't the clearest and with all the bizarre navigation he had to follow made him feel almost as if they were on level grounding. That clearly wasn't the case. Seeing the vast stretch of the lower deck, he was amazed to see just how much was submerged into the depths of the sea. Thankfully, there was enough footing to go exploring. Although before that, it appeared Joey had very little freedom in the matter. His eyes drawn to the vast amount of graffiti over the walls, he raised an eyebrow perplexedly as he took in the visuals. "Strange bunch'a designs." It was a little sloppy to say the least and wasn't anywhere close to what he considered art. These weird designs scattered about with the inclusion of numerous posters almost felt like Joey had stumbled into some teenage girl's bedroom. One which housed a particularly expressive teenager keen to show their rebellion and individuality. As he took in the surprising views, his eyes were drawn to the likely culprit behind all this.

Viewing the female work away and picking up the odd bit of what she seemed to be ranting away about, Joey decided to remain quiet. "Maybe this is one of Gwen's friends? They seem to be playing their dress up game s'more." He noted, her outfit certainly made him feel inclined to this. It was only when she angrily kicked off one of the paint buckets that Joey decided now might be the best time to sneak on off out of her. Something about her was a little... Unhinged. As her voice shrilly rung out about requiring an assistant, their eyes met, with Joey pulling a small flinch as he had hoped to have escaped unnoticed. As she took in his sight, he relaxed his sneaking position and grinned nervously. Before long, she started to almost spout the same nonsense Gwen herself had mentioned. "TRESPASSING?! The ship is about ready to sink off into the blue depths. I don't really think you can trespass on this ol' rust bucket." Shaking his head, he pointed out something she had said. "Yeah i'm a dude. No guys allowed is it? That girl yesterday said something along those lines...Huh?" Expecting her to trail off into a rant about how guys were unwelcome, he raised an eyebrow as she took in his facial nuances.

Unable to fully keep up with how rapidly she switched between topics, Joey scratched the back of his neck as he laughed. "Assistant? Student? Model? Woah girl. Hold up a sec there. I'm jus' explorin' around. I don't mean no trespassing. And I never really modelled anythin' before so I don't quite-" Cut off mid sentence as a Pokeball attached to her waist summoned itself forth uninvited, Joey couldn't help but smirk a little to himself. He himself had the very same problem. As the Pokemon, a Smeargle, came into view, Joey could already tell that it had a bit more sense than its trainer. For a start, it knew to view Joey with suspicion and treat him as a real intruder. Laughing as it slapped its face and made explicitly clear its thoughts by doodling them on the floor in front of them, Joey crept up on the duo as he took in the comic artistry as well. It was a little... Out there. But he seemed on the right sort of wavelength to comprehend it. "Well damn, I get what the Smeargle's sayin'. Of course I ain't a Rocket. From what I gathered the girl yesterday was doin' that cosplay thing or summat. I guess you're the same? You don't strike me as the Rocket type. They usually smell funny and talk stupid." Having so suddenly broke into conversation, he was unaware he might cause them a slight jump at having sneaked all the way up to them.

As she reacted bitterly to Joe's continued presence. He sighed and made a nonchalant shrug whilst sporting a playful smile over his lips. "Figures. You guys aren't breakin' character right? No worries. I'll play along with ya's." Giving her a cheeky wink, he began rummaging about, eventually grabbing a Pokeball from the belt and extended it to a bigger size. "If you wanna play fisticuffs i'm sure we got a bit o' time to spare. After all, I doubt there's much else to see on this sinkin' ship. Looks like all the valuables got looted a long time ago." Stretching his arm forward, he summoned his choice of Pokemon in the gap between them. With the light bursting out to reveal a large bodied creature, it wasn't long before his prized Electivire, Voltek came into view. The wild looking Pokemon stood there with his arms folded, sporting as ever his favoured bandanna of Joey's on his arm. The only problem was, the usually jovial giant glared ominously at the rather eccentric duo. "What Rocket den have we stumbled into this time, Joey?" Grumbled Voltek in his own dialect. The sloppily painted red Rs all over the deck's walls were enough to give him the impression let alone the girl's outfit.

Stretching his arms behind his neck, Joey laughed it off and explained the situation. "Oh right. You weren't here last night were ya? When I was about explorin' Goldenrod I stumbled onto this sinking ship off the coast. There was this girl who was apparently into this dress up thing she and her friends do. Guess we met the other friends. She's cool." Raising an eyebrow incredulously, Voltek found this a little hard to believe, feeling the full spite and atmosphere from the female trainer. However, if Joey was as laid back as he was, that was enough for Voltek. Lowering his imposing physique slightly, he eased up, bowing his head slightly at the new faces before questioning what was needed. "Are we doing a friendly?" Joey nodded, having understood what Voltek's speech. "You bet. I guess she's a little ticked off after findin' out she's all outta paint. C'mon, let's cheer her up. Show off one of your mighty Cross Chops ol' buddy." Raising his massive forearms, Voltek nodded and assumed a battle pose. Trust Joey to completely misread the entire situation. Picking up on the fact she had said her name, Joey decided it only right to introduce himself. "Edna, huh? Name's Joey. Pleased to meet'cha."

[Morrigan]

vs. Rocket Grunt Edna
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As Smeargle doodled his creative style, both the Pokemon and Edna reeled back in a startled manner as Joe had managed to creep up on them and catch a glimpse at what they were doing. Scurrying her way across the floor backwards, the somewhat surprised Rocket stood back to her feet, exhaling deeply as she gained some space. "You really aint a Rocket?" she questioned once more, her eyebrows suddenly raising and mouth ajar somewhat at Joe's comment about how Rockets usually smell funny and talk stupid. Looking to one another in bemusement before looking back to Joe, their expression implying that what he had just said had described himself, in their opinion. "Makes no difference to me!" Grinning, she placed her hands on her hips, "Nah. Guys are fine in my book. That is just some crap Gwen spews cause she has a stick up her arse from one guy slobbering all over her this one time!" Laughing once, she suddenly belted her leg upwards in a kicking motion, "Shoulda KICKED HIM RIGHT IN THE GOOGLIES, I say! Then he woulda kept his hands to himself! HAH!" Lowering her leg back down with a mighty stomp, she pointed back to Joe, "Take no notice of her! Just look at her really mean like and she'll back off! Hah! HAHAHAHA!" Clearly finding this idea amusing, Edna burst into laughter. Edna and Gwen had never seen eye to eye, one was overly shy and the other spoke her feelings with little care of the consequences.

Calming down somewhat as Joe agreed to play along, Smeargle braced himself for his upcoming opponent. Voltek's body which formed in from the light was obviously something they didn't expect as both trainer and Pokemon dropped their jaws in a mixture of surprise and horror. "What the heck... This aint your typical civilian..." Edna muttered in disbelief, shaking her head rapidly from side to side. Deciding to maybe be a little more serious after seeing the strength Joey had on his team, Edna flinched back at his words that he explained to the Electivire. "Woah, woah, hold it there. Dress up?" Gripping onto her head and sighing exasperatedly, she could only guess that the girl he was talking about was Gwen. The others wore a similar style to Edna herself and if anything, she looked like she would be a part of a dance group rather than a cosplayer. "Listen, dude. You got the wrong end of the stick." Digging the tips of her fingers into her trouser pockets, she tilted her head to the side, "We aint a dress up group. We ARE Team Rocket. Stupid dunce trainers usual come in straight from Ilex for a rest, we've been stationed here to pounce 'em." Laughing again, her casual approach to this matter probably would make Joe believe even further that this was just a group of girls playing pretend. Especially since she hadn't threatened to steal his Pokemon or anything remotely Rocket-like and if anything, was pleasant despite the odd spiel of rubbish.

But there was one thing that hung in the back of Edna's mind. She wouldn't actually care if he hung around or not as long as he stayed out of her way but maybe there was something that could keep him busy, elsewhere. "Haha! We got heaps of treasure! Betcha can't find it though!" Issuing it as almost a challenge, this was her only way of pushing the blame onto someone else if one of the bigger trainers of the group caught Joey snooping around. Thinking about how much of a genius she was, Edna had forgotten one very important thing. She was in the middle of a Pokemon battle. Bracing himself, the Smeargle watched as the large Electivire sprang into action with his arms held in a cross shape. Taking a mighty leap into the air, Voltek came crashing down, leaving the Smeargle with little choice but to stare up in horror as it met it's demise. Crashing his gigantic fists down, a part of the ships floor crumbled under the pressure, causing the Smeargle to smash straight through and be forced into the water.

"NOOOO! YOU KILLED MY SMEARGLE! BLAST OFF!"

Smeargle: | Level 34 |
Health: 0% (0/91 HP)
Status: Normal
OHKO!

VS

Voltek: | Level 36 |
Health: 100% (111/111 HP)
Status: Normal
Voltek used Cross Chop!

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Congratulations!
Joey and Voltek successfully defeated Team Rocket Grunt Edna!


Voltek gained 1700 experience and grew to Level 37! (1171/4219)

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Dashing to the part of the deck which now bore a tremendous hole, the body of Smeargle floated back to the surface wearily, his head lifting as he blew out a splutter of water. Atleast he was alive! "OOPS! NO! THERE HE IS!" Sighing in relief, Edna knelt down and lifted her partner from the water before withdrawing him into his pokeball, "Phew! That was a close one! I would'a got REALLY mad if you hurt my Smeargle, my buddy, my PAL!" Digging her hand into her pocket as if to hand him some victory money, she suddenly pulled a sour expression from realising that as a Rocket she didn't owe him squat and the other being she was practically skint. Pulling her hand back out, she laughed awkwardly, "Well Joey! As my assistant, you wont mind if I dont pay ya! I gotta, er, go off and buy myself some paint! RIGHT! THATS IT!" Slowly edging away from the Electivire fearfully, Edna successfully made it to the door with her back against the wall and without being pummelled.

"WELL it was, er, nice? M-meeting ya! So, like, listen. I'm just gonna, like, GO and you can stay here and... fish. FISH. Yeah, why dont you fish here? We get loads of Pokemon swimming in here, they live in the wreckage ya know. Ooh but when I get back from buying this paint, I'll have paint to paint, so you'll have to go then otherwise I'll get told." Blabbing on nervously, she wasn't expecting him to be such a power house. Laughing nervously as she felt her hand across the wall as she tried her best to find the door knob without taking her eyes off Joe in case he clobbered her next, she soon found it and flung the door open. "BYE!" She yelled abruptly before athletically darting back up the spiral staircase and out of view.

~ Joey can now fish in the Lower Deck! ~

[The REAL Joey]

Rolling his eyes jovially and making an exasperated puff with his mouth, it was clear Joey was amazingly still in disbelief despite her and Gwen's outright claims that they were with Team Rocket. For a man who had sworn his very life to eradicating the organised crime gang, he was completely off base in realising their affiliations. "Sure thing. And I bet all that treasure you're hintin' at is the spoils of the trainer's you've mercilessly acquired." Shaking his head in disbelief, he really couldn't see that being the case. Although, the idea of treasure had piqued the thief's interest. A dubious glint in his eye, he decided to play along. "So... Treasure. I bet you i'll sniff it out by the time i'm done here. I'll clear the lot and be on my merry way, hahahahaha!" As far as he was concerned, the supposed treasure was likely remnants from when this sunken ship was actually operational and the guests travelling on board it stashed away their valuables. Ripe for the taking then. Of course, this did all rest on whether or not the girl was speaking the truth. She did seem a little off kilter.

Sidetracked by thoughts of treasure and riches, Joey had completely taken his attention off the match. It was only when Voltek unleashed his powerful signature attack that Joey was snapped back into the frontlines of the battle. Noticing the attack had been so overwhelmingly powerful, it was as if the Smeargle had been erased out of existence. Looking around with a hint of worry, he noticed Edna had dashed forward and found the Pokemon. A lot worse for wear for when they started, the Pokemon was ok. Just a little damp from the water. "Oh damn. Sorry about that. I didn't think we'd be hitting so hard there, eheh." Interrupted as she began scraping at her pockets, he was taken aback when she appeared to not follow through with the age old tradition of victor takes prize money. "Huh?! WHAT?! You're cheapin'- HEY WAIT!" As she began edging away, Voltek stared at the woman blankly and did little to avoid her escaping. If anything, Joe's Electivire was the most confused over the situation.

As she escaped off, Voltek turned to Joey and let out a weary sigh. "Are you really sure she's not with Team Rocket? Everything points to her being one of them." Scratching his head as he listened to Voltek's growl, Joey decided to put the girl and her Pokemon out of his mind for the time being. After all, she was in such a hurry to run off to get that paint. "Eh. If you had been there for the other girl, Gwen, you'd understand. They're likely just impressionable young girls who heard about this edgy, rebellious Team Rocket on the news and are latching onto the craze. No matter, if they're as tough as that, we ain't got a problem." Looking over to where the rupture in the floor had been made, Joey pieced two and two together with what Edna had said. "Huh. Speakin' o' which. She said something about fishing. Maybe we oughta give it a try. Been a while since I cast off and it's kinda relaxin'." Voltek placed a hand on his chin and seemed deep in thought. "Fish-in?" Joey nodded and rummaged around in his jacket. "Yeah. Fishing. Its where you use a rod to get fish outta the water." Before long, Joey had finally retrieved his decrepit old fishing rod. Looking at it with uncertainty, it looked awfully like a branch with string attached to it from Voltek's perspective.

As they sat themselves around the hole in the floor, Joey cast out his rod and let the bait and lure sit comfortably on the water's surface. "See? Now we just gotta wait." Looking down at the whole with serious intent, Voltek wasn't too sure how this was going to work.

[Morrigan]

Making themselves comfortable around the hole of the ship floor, which Voltek had graciously made thanks to his outlandish attack earlier, the rogue and his Pokemon were left with the peace and quiet of the still ocean. The smell of the salty water hitting them now they were sitting so close to the edge. As Joe prepared his rod, he probably wouldn't be expecting much but hidden right underneath the waters dark surface, many Pokemon had made their home in half on the sunken ship. A dense amount of moss and seaweed had since shrouded the rooms below, some even boasting an impressive array of coral which had spread into a number of rooms. Despite it being a Team Rocket hang out, the girls were usually situated on the opposite, higher end of the ship, making this an ideal place for under water creatures to live in peace and harmony. Even if there was also a massive Kraken lurking beneath the waves.

With a plop, Voltek took in the sight of Joe tossing his line into the water and sure enough, the bait and lure began to sink into the watery depths. Sinking lower and lower until Joe halted the line, it was now a test of time and patience, to see if a wild Pokemon would be up for the task of being hooked, to act as the first demonstration for the curious Voltek. As the scent of food radiated from the fishing line, several Pokemon had since gathered around, curious in their own right to see what had floated in. An intrigued pair of Goldeen had begun playfully nudging into the line accidentally, pouting their lips at one another as if announcing a game to see which one of them could eat the small treat first and chirping to one other cheerfully. Burying it's way out of the sandy depths, a different Pokemon emerged, an angered expression plastered across it's face after being awoken by this small commotion. Shooing off the Goldeen with a raise of it's large claw, the Krabby grunted under it's breath upon seeing the dangling bait. It had been victim of fishermen in the past and now that it had found a quiet, new home, it had been followed yet again!

With a dramatic pounce, the Krabby didn't even go for the bait and instead began to climb up the line, the rod tugging on Joey's end becoming more violent until eventually, a large splash erupted right in front of the trainer. Landing on deck with a pointed claw, the Krabby was not happy to see Joe and was ready to unleash some revenge on him for disturbing the peace.

A wild Krabby (Level 25) has been hooked!
Please select a Pokemon to use in battle.
Fishing level increased by 1 point. (Updated)

[The REAL Joey]

As the fishing line twitched playfully, Joey beamed hopefully. "There ya go Volt. You gotta really attune yourself to the minute and delicate movements. It's not somethin' you can just wily nily cast and reel back in with. You'd get nowhere if that were the case. I think we got some interest!" Looking back to the water they had cast in, Joey's expression faltered somewhat as it appeared that the delicate rhythms had died and the line remained lifeless on the water's edge. "Ah." He noted in a downbeat manner. Voltek however was evermore fascinated by the whole process. "But what if they're tricking you into thinking they're gone but are actually waiting in the wings to swoop in and steal the bait you have?" Shrugging Joey wondered if Voltek would actually make for a decent fisherman. As he left down his guard, it was around then that the line went crazy, setting them both off with a start. "I was right?!" Queried Voltek excitedly. Joey on the other hand begged to differ. "I think this is somethin' else entirely! WOOOOAH!"

Struggling against the rambunctious weight that was on his line, Joey could tell something was off. "This doesn't feel right at all. Usually you can feel the pull directly on the... Oh no!" Bursting out of the water with a splash, Voltek and Joey both fell backwards as they let the reddish blur land onto the deck and make itself known. "A Krabby!!" Declared Joey as he took in its form. Threatening its pincers with a definite pinch, Joe got to his feet as did Voltek. "I used to mess with Krabby all day long when I was kid along Fuschia's coast. But even I can tell this one looks pissed." Nodding Voltek took a step forward to guard Joey. "Don't worry. I'll calm this one down." Raising his fists, Voltek let off a small show of sparks to hopefully persuade it to desist. "Err, I don't think that'll do it. How about we weaken it a little with Quick Attack?" Steadying his bent legs against the wonky deck floor, Voltek took acknowledgement of the command and lined up a strike against the aquatic threat.

[Morrigan]

Leering it's eyes between both Joey and Voltek, the sheer size of the duo towering over the small crab didn't put an ounce of fear into the wild creature. Standing it's ground, the Krabby began to foam threateningly at the mouth as it's legs began to make it waddle to one side. Under the surface of the ocean, this Krabby had taken care of even Sharpedo's who had dared entered it's territory and this pair was no different. Clicking it's large pincers, it appeared ready for a good scrap. With a mighty stomp, Voltek stood forward, firing off a few rogue sparks in order to spook the Krabby but it was to no avail. Clearly one which wasn't put off by type disadvantage, it clicked one of it's pincers forward, as if trying to shoo the pitiful attempt of Voltek away. Bending his legs at the acknowledgement of Joe's command, the large Pokemon was ready to attack but the wild Krabby was just as equally prepared.

Scuttling about from side to side, the Krabby continued to produce a weird, troth at the mouth, as if giving Joey one last chance to run away. Unknowing that the pair were equally as stubborn as itself, the wild crab did appear a little startled as the large, sasquatch like Pokemon such as Voltek could move at such an incredible speed. Turning into that of a blur, the Electivire sped across the old floorboards, reappearing right before the Krabby and giving it a good strike. Recoiling backward from the impact, the Krabby dug it's legs against the ground, helping to slow down the movement of it flying backward. With a single, heavy breath, it glared at Voltek. But what was more amazing was the fact that it survived against such a huge brute! Scuttling forward in a sideways angle with good speed in it's own right, the wild Krabby quickly re-approached Voltek and with a raise one side of it's body, pummelling down on the Electivire's foot without a care.

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Wild Pokemon Battle

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Krabby: | Level 25 |
Health: 36% (20/57 HP)
Status: Normal
Krabby used Stomp!

VS

Voltek: | Level 37 |
Health: 85% (96/113 HP)
Status: Normal
Voltek used Quick Attack!

[The REAL Joey]

Even if the Krabby was a little feisty, Joey found himself impressed by the Pokemon's courage. Folding his arms and sporting his overbearing grin, he commented on the Pokemon's defiance to Voltek. "Heh heh heh. I like the cut of this Pokemon's jib. Here we are outnumbering it and showing off our strength and the little nipper's all fired up without a shred of fear." By the time he had finished, Voltek had finally followed through with the move. As he made a heavy stomp forward, shaking the vicinity slightly, Joe watched as a few sparks trailed the near invisible dash of the Electivire striking towards the opponent. Reappearing but inches away from the crustacean, Voltek let out a deft blow and sent the Pokemon scurrying backwards. "Desist little one, we've no quarrel with you. I am simply learning about this activity of 'fishi--" Unable to finish his sentence, Voltek had kept a trained eye on the Krabby as he came scuttling back over but had sadly let down his guard as the Krabby wasted no time in stomping down one side of it onto Voltek's foot. As the pummel hammered in, Voltek's eyes watered and it wasn't long before he lifted the injured foot up and grabbed it with both of his hands, letting out a frenzied roar at the swelling pain that was unfolding.

"ArrrrggggrrrrraaaaaRRRRRGGGGGGHHzzzzap!!" Hopping up and down, Joey let out a gasp and flinched his eyes as he almost felt the blow himself with how fierce it was. "Ouuuch man. That was a bit over the top, yeesh." Continuing to watch Voltek howl in absolute agony, Joey stepped forward and turned his attention to the wild Pokemon. "You hurt my buddy, dude. Guess it's time I stepped in and took care o' things. Sadly you won't be curbstompin' my feet that's fer sure." As he finished his sentence, he tossed another Pokeball forward, revealing none other than his Weezing, Chugga. "Brah, no toes to stomp." "NO TOES." With the Krabby at least distracted, Joe followed through with his plan. Delving into the opposite sleeve of his right hand, he pulled out an unused Pokeball. Enlarging it quickly with a flick of his thumb on the centre, he grinned cockily. "Heh heh! Let's see you get outta this one." Turning to Voltek quickly, he made him aware he was helping. "Settle down, Volt. I've got this one. You go and park your keister down by the fishin' hole and look after your foot." Changing his stance, Joey took careful aim and pitched the ball forward with swift athleticism. "Here goes!"

Item used:

x1 Pokeball (Auto-updated)

OOC: Chugga swapped in and Pokeball then thrown.

[Morrigan]

Retreating back after stomping on the foot of Voltek, the naughty Krabby scuttled back some to admire it's handiwork, as the giant hopped around in pain. Furrowing it's brow, the wild crab cackled to itself, serves them right for interrupting it's rest under the ocean's surface. Foaming at the mouth once again, as if some defencive mechanism, after hearing Voltek let out a mighty roar, it noticed that the human had now stepped forward and was blabbering something or another in his own tongue. Raising a pincer as if ready to clobber Joey next if he dared step any closer, the wild creature was instead met with the sight of a floating ball of purple gas. Grimacing slightly, the stench oozing from Chugga was enough to turn the stomach of the Krabby. This time, it was unable to reach the opponent, as it was literally in mid air. But it had another plan. Building power up inside of itself, the Krabby aimed itself toward Chugga and after a deep breath, exhaled an array of flurrying bubbles.

Hitting Chugga but not causing much damage at all, it appeared that Joey's plan had worked, his ulterior motive soon becoming clear. Hand on the empty Pokeball, the Krabby had completely forgotten about Joe now that it had a new opponent but this would be it's downfall. With a toss of his arm, the Pokeball soared through the air and drew in the stubborn crab. From the outside, the ball shook rapidly, as the Krabby tried it's best to escape but in the end, it was to no avail.

WIGGLE.

WIGGLE.

WIGGLE.

. . .

TING!


Well done!

Joey has successfully captured the Krabby!


Chugga gained 1250 experience and grew to Level 40! (476/4921)


Voltek gained 1250 experience! (2421/4219)


Salazar gained 1250 experience from holding Experience Share! (2139/2719)


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[b]Krabby[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [ Male || Female ]
Level: 25
Attacks: Bubblebeam, Mud Shot, Metal Claw, Stomp
Ability: [ Hyper Cutter || Shell Armour ]
Nature/Personality: [choose]

[The REAL Joey]

As the ball plummeted to the ground, Joey let out a panicked noise as he went charging forwards past Chugga to go and make sure the Pokeball didn't fall down the myriad cracks the sunken ship sported. He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Edna and lose his Pokemon in the way she had almost lost the Smeargle. Launching forward, with a dive, he grabbed the Pokeball in his hand and made an almighty crash against the ruined flooring. "I... Got it." He concluded as he raised his arms above his head and crashed his head down against the floor as well. Floating over from where they had been levitating, Chugga lowered himself down a bit as he nudged Joey with his side to see if he was okay. "Brah, that was some big league super save touchdown right there." "BIG LEAGUE." Yelled the not so bright part of the duo. Sitting up, Joey stashed away the Pokeball in his pocket and zipped it up for safety. "It was that or get a bit wet. And I ain't so keen on having a wash right now."

Bubbling Chugga grinned in agreement. "Totes brah." "NOT EVER." As they let their breath catch up with them, Joey looked around for Voltek. "Huh, considerin' all the hollerin' he was doin' a second ago you'd think we'd still be getting drowned out by it. Wonder where he got to." Looking around, it wasn't immediately obvious with how dank and dark the immediate area was. Floating upwards and circling around as he levitated, Chugga failed to spot him. "Eh, let's go back to the fishin' hole." Jumping up onto his feet, Joey and Chugga made their way back but were met with a surprise. "Oh man, this is hilarious." "Brah, take a picture." "KODAK MOMENT." As they stopped in their tracks as the visibility lifted, they were greeted with a deeply immersed Voltek concentrating intently on the fishing line that bobbled on the water's surface. Gripping the old rod with his massive hands, the Pokemon said but not a word. "Bless the little fella, he's givin' it a go himself." Proud of his Pokemon, Joey stood back to see if his Electivire could actually land anything.

Item used:

x1 Old Rod

[Morrigan]

Having tossed the line into the water once again, it was this time Voltek who awaited the fierce tugging of the fishing rod. His eyes staring intently at the waters surface, the previous Krabby encounter was probably not the best example in teaching the Electivire how to fish. Now in Joe's possession and safely secured in the Pokeball, the crab wouldn't be returning home to the comfort of the underwater lair of the S.S. Oceania and several Pokemon had noticed this. The pair of Goldeen who had originally began playing with the first toss of the lure flinched as it slowly entered the water again but the Krabby remained undetected. Looking at one another, they realised that this was a trap. Quickly swimming away, they alerted one or two other Pokemon in the area to stay clear and warn them that humans were on land. Usually, the other residents of the ship would leave the wild water Pokemon alone but once or twice, they too had done a little bit of fishing, leading the usual wild faces aware of this strange, human custom and to stay clear.

In comparison to the Krabby catching, it took quite a while for Voltek's toss to get any interest. But soon enough, he was about to experience his first hooking. Swimming lazily backwards through the water was a lone Poliwag, it's tail spinning like that of a propeller. It was a fairly dull little Pokemon with a simple look on life. It had once lived in a pond but somehow made it's way to the ocean and after doing so, lost interest in adventuring as it found the coast of Goldenrod quite comfortable. Lounging back, it swam straight towards the line and slipped past it accidentally, probably causing a gentle ripple on Voltek's end. Stopping it's casual swim, the Poliwag sat up and stared straight at the bait on the tip of the concealed hook. Licking it's lips, it had been hungry for a while. Clearly simple and not having much experience with fishermen, the Poliwag took a giant chomp down on the bait, creating a harsh tug of the line with repeated all the way up to the rod which sat in Voltek's hands. If he didn't tug quickly, it would get away!

A Wild Poliwag (Level 23) has been hooked!
Please select a Pokemon to use in battle.
Fishing level increased by 0.5 point. (Updated)

[The REAL Joey]

Dispirited by the lack of any movement as time plodded on Voltek, remained staunch in his concentration, it was quite clear the electric yeti like Pokemon wasn't going to budge until he had made something of this fishing lark. "Am I even doing this right? It feels like i'm not doing anything at all." Letting out a sigh as he felt he had ruined his first attempt, he remained focused on the pool in front of him. Sitting down beside him with one leg raised to lean on, Joey offered some advise, sensing his Pokemon's frustration. "Don't get impatient, Volt. You gotta just go with the flow and you'll now when the timing's right." Levitating down a bit lower, Chugga looked into the watery hole in and shrugged from side to side as if not getting the whole fishing business. "As long as we don't fish up some watery nightmare from the abyss, i'm cool with takin' on whatever you land up. Even if we did have some sort of unspeakable horror attack us, i'm sure you guys would save my bacon, haha." Laughing as they continued their discussion, Voltek's eyes became startled as it appeared some sort of reaction had commenced.

There was a sudden, undeniable movement to the line to which Voltek began to panic slightly. "I felt a movement! It wasn't the waves. Something bit this. It had to have done!" Bobbing up and down excitedly, Chugga was quick to remind the Electivire on what it had to do. "Brah, pull it up. It'll get away." "EXTREME FISHING." As soon as his friend commented, Voltek used his impressive might to yank up the rod. Having done so with such gusto, the line wasted no time in bringing up their catch from the depths. Emerging from the water hole in a blue blur, Chugga had no time to react as he was smacked hard by the sudden arrival of the Pokemon and was sent flying off crashing into a wall. Watching in awe as his eyes tried to trail along for a sight of his catch, Voltek was occupied. Getting to his feet as the Pokemon that had been landed came into view, Joey noted it was none other than a Poliwag, a native of Kanto. "Haha, whaddya know, you got yourself a little Poliwag. Poor little guy looks confused as all hell." Hoping not to intimidate the Pokemon too much, Joey plucked a Pokeball from his belt and tossed it forward.

The light fading, it revealed a humanoid figure, adorned in a cape, a tophat and monocle. Standing there before realising he had been summoned, the Pokemon turned around and greeted his fellows. "Oho! Monsieur Joseph. Mon ami! Been a while, non?" Grinning, Joey returned the greeting. "Sure is. I bought you along as I feel there's something you might be keen on helpin' us with. But for now, we need a little help in duelling this tadpole." Moving his attention to his Pokemon, Lupin clicked his tongue a couple of times before concurring. "Oui. Ze pleasure is mine." Bowing gracefully to the Poliwag, Lupin looked to be wanting to fight with honour. "Let us engage in an honourable bataille." Happy his Pokemon was enthusiastic to help, Joey ordered the move. "Let's kick this off with a Low Sweep, Lupin." Nodding, the Pokemon took his stance with a definite flair to his movement and prepared for the first round.

[Morrigan]

With a vicious tug of overwhelming strength, the underwater Poliwag gasped, bubbles floating out from it's mouth as it was suddenly pulled through the water. Before it knew what was truly going on, it had been torn right from the watery depths and was now soaring through the air. It had rather harshly crashed into something, which for the Poliwag, had helped it become unhinged from the dull hook. Landing with it's tiny feet on the wooden floor planks, it's eyes swirled comically, dizzy from that sudden ordeal. Shaking it's body from left to right, it caught the sound of Joe's voice and turned towards the source, becoming immediately alert at the presence of a human and his large, yellow companion. Examining it's location further, the Poliwag was definitely confused. It seemed to be in some run down room, with a fabled, evil human and his slaved Pokemon. What was the wild Poliwag going to do? Having to get past Joey and Voltek in order to jump through the hole to get back underwater, that seemed like an impossible goal in itself. With no other choice in the matter, the Poliwag sighed somewhat. If it wanted to go home, it had to fight. It had been bored lately, anyway.

Looking more concerned that confused at the new addition of a Gallade, the wild tadpole had no idea what this creature was and even worse, it had been forced to learn the words of humans! Shaking it's body, the Pokemon could not believe it's bad luck. Out of all the opponent's it could've faced, it had to be a couple of weird ones. Stepping forward which alerted the Poliwag, Lupin rather dramatically flung his cape to one side and prepared himself to face the small, blue creature. Somewhat nervous, it gulped, before charging forward first. Taking a high leap, it distracted Lupin with the swirls on it's belly, almost partially hypnotising him to keep him on the spot, until the Poliwag landed directly on Lupin's face with it's belly. Twitching slightly, Lupin recoiled backward and grabbed at his beautiful visage, comforting his face after receiving such a fierce slam of it's belly. Suavely stepping forward, Lupin attacked with effortless style, merely sweeping his long leg across the ground and harshly tripping up the wild Poliwag.

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Wild Pokemon Battle

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Poliwag: | Level 23 |
Health: 33% (19/58 HP)
Status: -1 Speed
Poliwag used Body Slam!

VS

Lupin: | Level 20 |
Health: 70% (44/63 HP)
Status: Normal
Lupin used Low Sweep!

[The REAL Joey]

Looking at the landed Pokemon, Joey almost felt sorry for it. Not just the Pokemon in front of them specifically but all fished out Pokemon. As far as they were aware, they were lured in by false promises and were yoinked out of there natural habitat. At least Pokemon in the wild had a chance to decide whether or not they wanted to pursue an encounter or not. Knowing Lupin would take care of the Poliwag in a fair way, he could at least rest somewhat easy. Amazingly, his thoughts had perhaps gone out to the wrong Pokemon. Watching as Lupin threw his garb aside, it appeared that it would be Lupin who would strike first but all of a sudden, the Poliwag showed a brilliant display of energy. Something Joe picked up on almost a moment too late. "WOAH! Look at that lil' tadpole go. His feet are goin' like the clappers." Noting this Lupin barely had time to react, by the time he did, his defensive position was far too late. As the Poliwag made a heavy landing with its body slam, Lupin let out a horrified wail at being abused so heavy handedly. "Sacré Dieu!!" Clearly not something the Pokemon had signed up for, his lanky frame struggled to keep upright with the sheer impact of the Pokemon's attack.

"Now, now, that attack was très féroce! We were to fight honourably!" Retaliating with his stylish low sweep at the Pokemon, Lupin appeared proud in his ability to slow down his opponent's speed with such a sweeping blow. Many a time had he evaded would be chasers with such a trick. Good in practice and good in battle. Despite gaining an advantage from striking at the Pokemon with such a move, Lupin let out a heavy sigh as he seemed quite shaken from the previous attack. "Monsieur Joseph. Un moment se il vous plaît." Doubling over, the Pokemon appeared to be trying to get his breath back. Not wanting to let his Pokemon face the rough end of this surprisingly powerhouse like tadpole, Joey took out an unused Pokeball from his stash and got ready to attempt capture. "You did a good job. I have a feelin' this'll be the best way to end this early without either side suffering too much of a defeat." Tossing it forward, he watched as his throw curved in line to aim towards the Pokemon.

Item used:

x1 Pokeball (Auto-updating)