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Blu bit down hard to quell the roar of pain that rose up in his throat as the poisonous nettles dug into his skin. However, he was dedicated to seeing this show to the final curtain and rushed his opponent, knocking them flying into a nearby tree. The way it slid down, drooping over and generally unmoving, signaled to him that the battle was finally done. He celebrated by letting loose a victory cry, inadvertently spitting a small spout of water as he did so.

"Yes! I can improve my performances even more now with this new ability! ...Ashton, boy, what are you doing?" Blu inquired, pausing his gloating to watch the model carefully stand up and move towards the dazed Weedle. In his hands was a white and green striped scarf, which was carefully wrapped around the centipede. Ashton lifted it up with a disgusted scowl, horrified to be so close to a bug.

But he wasn't a cold-hearted fellow, and so he placed the Weedle into a hole in the tree's trunk, whipping out a kerchief from his pocket and laying it on top. Perhaps this would shelter the thing from the violent blizzard until it abated. "Ugh. C'mere Blu, we're going back into the city," Ashton ordered, walking over to his bag and crouching down. Blu hustled over as Ashton placed the egg amongst his clothes and wrapped them around it, shivering madly.

He seemed confused when Ashton glared at him. "Get in the bag, numpty," the young man said in an exasperated tone. Blu blinked and shrugged before hopping into it, poking his head out the flap as Ashton hoisted it onto his shoulder. It was a slow trek back into the city, and as he walked, visibility became abhorrently low. The snow, whipped into a frenzy by the accompanying wind, was literally an oppressive wall that made travel difficult.

Getting back to the hotel, or anywhere safe, was going to be impossible until the wind let up for a long span of time. Ashton ducked down an alley and panted hard, leaning back against the brick wall before slumping down onto his bottom. "God. Dammit. What's wrong... with Johto's weather? It's... freaking ridiculous..." he breathed, wiping his brow clear of moisture. Blu had long retreated into his bag, keeping himself warm and dry, though now he stuck his head out again and looked around the alleyway, sensing something unpleasant.

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[Sky]

Blu's senses were spot-on. While nothing extremely dangerous was coming, an extremely annoyed creature was lurking a few feet away. A rather flustered Zigzagoon cowered in the corner, shivering in the wind. The unfortunate creature had been caught out of its den when the storm hit, and was now forced to take shelter along the alleyway. There wasn't much shelter to begin with, so the raccoon Pokemon had been tossed about by the wind. The poor creature was numb with cold and desperate for any form of shelter.

It was at that moment that the Zigzagoon had noticed Ashton and Blu. The raccoon was paying special attention to the way Blu was nestled in the trainer's bag. The Oshawott's resting place in the bag looked extremely warm and comfortable. The Zigzagoon crept closer, its desire for warmth and rest overriding its fight-or-flight instinct. It wanted to take Blu's place in the bag. Growling softly, the Zigzagoon tried to worm its way into the bag next to Blu.

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A wild Zigzagoon (level 7) is trying to jump in your bag for shelter from the wind!

What will you do?
[FIGHT] or [FLEE]?

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Ashton had donned his coat before entering the city, yet the driving wind seemed to diminish its capability of keeping him warm. But he couldn't see very well, and he was exhausted having fought against the elements just to make it this far. A small break was more than needed, and he was content to escape the worst of the blizzard down this dinky, smelly alley. And it wasn't long until one of the locals came out to greet him.

Blu had most of his body nestled in the bag, only his face showing under the flap so that he stayed mostly warm. His eyes caught sight of the Zigzagoon edging closer and closer, unbeknownst to Ashton, who had his head leaning against the wall of the building behind him with his own eyes closed. The raccoon-dog didn't seem hostile, but when it tried crawling into the bag, the Oshawott took offense and punted it back out.

"Pardon me!? You think to invite yourself into a stranger's bag? Why how uncouth of you!" Blu barked, flailing his arms around. His actions wound up pressing the button on one of Ashton's Poké Balls, releasing the Pokémon inside into the bag. Nazeli nudged Blu aside and peered down the alleyway, grinning ear to ear.

She leapt nimbly out of the bag and stretched herself, tiara nearly falling off. The Skitty delicately removed it and tossed it at Blu before looking around. "Nyaa, I haven't been here for so long! My home, nya! Oh but it's so cold..." the feline murmured, her mewling earning a single amber-eyed look from Ashton. "Nazeli, how did you get ou-- hey!" the model growled, leaping to his feet as he registered the Zigzagoon's presence. Did it not have any fear of or respect for humans?

The indignation on Blu's face and how close the wild Pokémon was to his bag clicked pretty fast in his head. "Well, squirt, if you're so cold how about a battle to warm up? Win or lose, I'll get you somewhere warm." Acts of generosity were rare with him, but the poor rodent looked half-frozen, and leaving it out here might spell its doom. "Nazeli, since you're out, why don't you step up?" Ashton asked, looking down at the small pink cat.

A thoughtful look crossed her face before she nodded, turning about to face her opponent. "Go for a Fake Out!" her trainer ordered, bringing a sly grin to the Skitty's face. "I'm no pampered princess, nya! I grew up here and learned many tricks!" Nazeli declared as she scampered forwards to deliver her attack.

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[The REAL Joey]

This small diversion was set to have big turnarounds indeed. Thinking the alleyway had been a safe hideaway, it must have been bit of a shock with the Zigzagoon popping out of nowhere into the bag. Not only this but it had also stirred up the majority of his Pokemon, sending them into bit of an uproar with how bold the wild critter was behaving. Looking up longingly at Ashton's bag, with Blue peering out of it, the Zigzagoon whimpered sadly as it had been so uncaringly turned away. Unsure on whether it should challenge the little sea otter for the warm and cosy allocation of Ashton's carrying bag or whether it should just try its luck elsewhere down some other alleyway or another, the sudden appearance of a garishly dressed cat in its eyes stopped it dead in its tracks.

Was this thing... Real? About to let out a small growl, it was stopped by the sudden explosion of some other noise making itself known. The egg that Ashton had been carrying was now finally read to introduce itself to the world. With many of its outer shell shards now flying off in all directions, a pair of cute long blue tipped ears popped out, not long before the actual owner of them leapt out itself. With a somewhat clumsy landing on the alley way concrete, it struck a pose, Minun was here! After all the love, care and nurturing Ashton had put into safekeeping the egg, it appeared that his efforts had been well rewarded. Before anyone else could do anything, the cute little rabbit held its hands together and with a swaying movement of its body, began singing a beautiful melody... This was no ordinary Minun.

Congratulations!
Your egg hatched into an Easter Minun! Take good care of it.

Minun
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 5
Attacks: Growl, Thunder Wave, Sing
Ability: Minus
Nature/Personality: [choose]
Other: ZapdosZulu Promotional Pokémon; Easter 2012

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[b]Minun[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 5
Attacks: Growl, Thunder Wave, Sing
Ability: Minus
Nature/Personality: [choose]
Other: ZapdosZulu Promotional Pokémon; Easter 2012

Not one to be upstaged for too long, Nazeli pounced into action once the revelation of the egg hatching came to a close. Stopping before the Zigzagoon, she said her piece and made the Zigzagoon open its mouth as if to ask something in question. It was far too slow however, the flashy Nazeli wasted no time in backing up what she had said and while somehow juggling all of her contest gear, made a terrifying surge at the wild furry critter. Stopping mere millimetres before its face, she opened her mouth wide and made a very loud cat like noise that forced the Zigzagoon into cowering with its forearms and paws covering its eyes while the zigzaggy fur on its body stood up on end like a prickly pin cushion.



Wild Battle

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Zigzagoon | _ | Level 7 |
Health : 37% (9/24 HP)
Status : FLINCHED
You look rid-WAAAAAH

Nazeli | ♀ | Level 10 |
Health : 100% (33/33 HP)
Status : Normal
How'd you like me now?!

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Weather status: WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND

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Minun
Name: Anahera
Gender: Female
Level: 5
Attacks: Growl, Thunder Wave, Sing
Ability: Minus
Nature: Jolly
Personality: Sweet as can be, Anahera (Ana for short) is always lively and the happiest of Ashton's Pokémon. Born with a natural talent for singing, Ana is rarely found behaving quietly, reverting to humming when someone asks her to tone it down. An eternal optimist, the Minun refuses to have negative thoughts about anything or anyone. Is quite clingy to Ashton.
Other: ZapdosZulu Promotional Pokémon; Easter 2012
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Ashton waited expectantly for Nazeli to perform her attack, not paying any attention at all to Blu, who had retreated into the bag and was now clambering out with the egg awkwardly balanced in his tiny arms. It had begun to shake a lot, and it wasn't making his shelter very comfortable. "Ashton, my good sir, please take this into your care. I cannot rest from my earlier battle with this thing rattling about like an agitated Maractus," the Oshawott grumbled, placing the egg on the ground next to his trainer.

It began to shake even harder and sent shards of egg shell scattering about the alley as the thing inside struggled to break free. Blu dove into the bag as a rather large chunk soared right over his head, peeking one eye out as the small rabbit-esque Pokémon finally emerged, striking a pose before singing a charming melody. Ashton blinked, staring down at the newborn as she finished her song and toddled over. He knew it was a girl because of the high-pitched tone of her singing. Sweet little eyes gazed up at him as she tumbled onto his shoe, smiling goofily.

So much for pawning her off on the next fan he ran into.

"Barely out of your shell and you sing better than half the aspiring girls I know back home. You're a talented little angel, aren't you?" Ashton said, reluctantly melting into the Minun's ridiculously ecstatic face. "Angel... hmm, I know a word in another language for that. Anahera." Her ears perked up at the suggested name, and meeting his gaze, the Minun bobbed her head, happy with the choice.

"Oh psh, leave the ickle-baby alone for a minute, nya! I'm waiting!" Nazeli drawled, throwing Anahera a contemptuous glare. The little rodent was stealing her spotlight, and she wasn't happy one bit. Picking up Anahera, Ashton frowned at Nazeli's tone. "Don't get all huffy, Naz. Now channel that annoyance into a Tackle!" he said coolly, making sure to keep his eyes on the battle as the Skitty dashed in for another attack on the would-be stowaway.

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[Alex]

Nazeli wasted no time in moving in for her Tackle, this thing was too weak after all so there was no sense taking longer than it needed to in this Battle. Zigzagoon was barely standing anyway, it had taken a lot of damage from that Fake Out, and it was slower so the Skitty probably didn't have anything to worry about. Sure she couldn't make it flinch this time, but she probably wouldn't need to anyway. All the same she wasn't going to take it easy on the thing for that reason alone, she charged right at it, before leaping at it with her shoulder at the front for her attack.

She crashed into the opposing Pokemon which finished the Zigzagoon's energy off, it simply wasn't strong enough to fight with her, it may have been fine if she didn't know Fake Out, but unfortunately she did. Didn't matter too much, as she probably would have won anyway and this Battle was over anyway. She headed back to her Trainer after she was sure that the Zigzagoon wasn't going to stand back up to continue.

While it wasn't as strong as Nazeli, it wasn't that weak either and it was laying there, a prime target for capture if the Trainer wanted it. Otherwise it would wake up eventually and find it's way home to get some real rest after how bad it got thrashed by that Skitty.

Battle

Zigzagoon | Level 7|
Health: 0/24 HP [0%]
Status: Fainted
Nature Effect: N/A
Attack: N/A

Vs.

Nazeli | Level 10|
Health: 33/33 HP [100%]
Status: Normal
Nature Effect: Defense +1; Sp. Attack -1
Attack: A successful Tackle.

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Weather: Windy

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Congratulations, Nazeli grew to level 12.

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Congratulations, you defeated Zigzagoon. If you would like to capture it just fill out this form.


Zigzagoon
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Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 7
Ability: Pickup or Gluttony
Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Tail Whip
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Nazeli's battling prowess was exemplary, as she showed by swiftly downing her foe. The Skitty scampered over and butted her head against Ashton's leg, purring madly. The male crouched down and indulged her with praise and strokes of her fur, with Nazeli sticking out her tongue at a confused-looking Anahera. "Nya, watch your back, tiny. I'm the princess here," Nazeli purred, a devious smile on her face.

Anahera frowned, but brightened up immediately. "Ooh! I can be a princess too!" the Minun gasped, wriggling with happiness. Nazeli gave her a blank stare, but was interrupted by Ashton standing back up. "Enough gossip, girls. The snow is letting up so we might as well set out for the Center until the storm's over. Return!" he said, recalling Nazeli to her ball and giving Anahera her own. Blu withdrew his head into the bag as Ashton picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

Instead of leaving Zigzagoon unconscious in the alley, he stepped over to it and picked it up gingerly, not wanting to get any dirt or bacteria on himself. Hustling out, Ashton made a beeline for the Pokémon Center (which, thankfully, was only a few minutes away). He walked up to the counter and lay the racoon-dog on it, getting the nurse's attention. "This isn't my Pokémon but I didn't want to leave it out in that weather. See if you can find someone to take care of it."

Nurse Joy nodded and carried the Zigzagoon off, leaving Ashton to throw himself onto a plastic chair near a window. Sliding it open a little, he dug around his pockets and withdrew a package of cigarettes, neatly sliding one out and lighting up. His first draw was ridiculously relieving as he felt some stress ease out of him. As he puffed away, he became aware of muted music emanating from his bag and looked over, surprised to see Blu's paw sticking out with his phone, which was ringing.

"Yes?"
"FINALLY! I've been trying to contact you for days!"
"Sorry, but Johto has shitty cell reception. And don't get me started on the weird ass weather..."
"Ashton you know I get frantic when I don't hear from ya. But I digress... I have some good news for you! Where are you right now?"
"I'm in a Pokémon Center in Cherrygrove City, why?"
"Oh the gods must love me today. I set you up with a photo shoot for some popular Johto magazine that happens to be taking place tomorrow in Cherrygrove. Thing is, they'd like you to bring some cute Pokémon with you, something the photographer requested. Can you do this?"
"Of course I can. It depends on what they mean by cute though... what time should I be there? And where is it anyways?"
"I'm sending that to your e-mail now. I have to go do something in a few minutes so I'm ending the call now. Check in with me before the shoot tomorrow alright?"
"Will do, Nolan."
"And put that damn cigarette out!"
"When hell freezes over Nolan."

Blowing a stream of smoke out his nose, Ashton shut his phone and put it back in the bag, happy to have something better to do than wander around in messed up weather training his Pokémon. And he was set for the shoot too; Anahera alone was rather adorable. Finishing his smoke, he put it out in a potted plant that stood next to him and flicked it out the window before closing it. The Center had started to get busy with trainers and other people alike wandering in for some warmth, so he took his bag with him.

The PCs were unoccupied, so Ashton sat down in a chair and turned one on, booting up his e-mail. To his surprise (again), he noticed an e-mail from someone he didn't know. Opening it revealed that the sender was the owner of the Pokémon Elm had tasked him to look after; the stolen ones. An icon indicated they were online for a video chat, but before he could do anything about it, a chat had been started, and he was looking at an impishly-grinning face surrounded by wavy auburn hair.

"So you're the trainer with my Pokémon, huh?" the girl said, still grinning. She didn't seem upset or annoyed, judging by the light in her eyes. "Yes, I am. Name's Ashton. Don't forget it."
She let out a laugh and sat back. "Aha, you've got some ego there buddy. But I don't really care about that. Elm told me you startled the guy who was trying to make off with my Pokémon. Thanks for that. How are they doing?"
Ashton seemed annoyed that this nameless girl had laughed off his introduction. "If he hadn't been acting so blatantly suspicious he probably would've gotten away. So yes, be thankful I was there. And they're fine, although your Audino is very, very weird."
Despite her smile, something hardened in her brilliant green eyes. "Don't get lippy with me. I'm grateful but I don't like to be told to be so. Now, you be thankful they're in good shape otherwise I would hunt down your sorry ass and murder you. So, without sarcasm or anything else, do you want to keep them or would you rather return them to me?"
Scolded, Ashton looked away, rather furious at this girl. "Sorry, this blizzard has put me in a bad mood," he lied swiftly. "Yes, I would like to keep them. They seem like good Pokémon and it'd be... awful if I had to part with them so soon."
Her face brightened up, making her look much prettier than he'd care to admit. "Thank you. I'll hold you to your word that you'll take care of them from now on. Feel free to contact me if you change your mind."
"I would, but I don't even know your name."
Another impish smile. "Just call me T."

The chat was ended then, making Ashton kick the leg of his chair. Stupid trainer, stupid Pokémon, stupid blizzard. Was there anything NOT stupid in Johto? Growling to himself, he closed her e-mail and pulled up the one from his manager, Nolan. Directions to the place and the time of the shoot were noted down in his Pokétch (although he left out the nagging at the end of the e-mail telling him to quit smoking).

"To hell with this place. I'm going back to the hotel," he spat, signing off the PC and violently hoisting his bag off the ground. As he strolled out of the center, he was relieved to see the blizzard had died off and the snow was much lighter. His hotel was still a good half-hour away thanks to how deep the accumulation was. Sighing irritably, Ashton began trudging down the eerily quiet street, hoping not to be bothered by anything else.

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[Sky]

Unfortunately, luck was not on Ashton's side today. When he had left the Pokemon Center, a pair of eyes had spotted him from afar. As he made his way slowly back to the hotel, the mysterious figure trailed a few blocks behind, never losing their target, but making sure not to be seen. Had his Pokemon been out, they might have sensed some impending doom and alerted him. Strangely enough, the figure ended up simply slipping down a back alley, leaving the model to his own path.

A few moments later, as Ashton came to a relatively quiet cross street, a scream echoed out through the near-silent air. "Oh. My. GOD." the girly voice yelled in a very enthusiastic tone. "It's ASHTON REID. In person! I am SOOOOOO lucky!" A young girl with a Pichu on her shoulder came sprinting down the street, skidding to a halt before the model with a huge grin on her face. "I am SUCH a huge fan," she spewed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I have copies of all your photo shoots and interviews and everything... I hate to brag, but I'm probably your biggest fan. You've inspired me to aspire to become a fashion designer. See my outfit? I designed it!" The girl gestured to her generic picnicker outfit, which was decked out with all sorts of strange buttons and ribbons, as if she had tried to accessorize. To be honest, she had done a rather terrible job, but she looked so darn happy that no one wanted to burst her bubble.

The picnicker suddenly began to fidget, as if nervous around her idol. "Um... I... I hate to sound pushy, but could you spare me five seconds and battle me?" she asked shyly, blushing profusely. "Pleeeeeease? I can't imagine wanting anything more. Well... I mean... there are other things that I want, but I doubt you'd ask me to marry you..." The girl began rambling quietly, presumably fantasizing about her idol in some ridiculous situation. Her Pokemon, however, didn't seem interested. The Pichu looked at Ashton with disdain, clearly not amused with her trainer's obsession. 'Eh,' the Pichu scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her tiny arms in disinterest. 'I've seen better. Besides, I bet his Pokemon are all weak-sauce little chumps, anyway... This won't be a challenge at all.'

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Super-Uber Fangirl Picnicker Katie requests a battle!



She sends out her rude Pichu (level 6)!


Choose your Pokemon!

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"Oh. My. GOD."

He knew that sound far too well.

Sure enough, when he looked round a young girl was rushing towards him, causing him to look around wildly in alarm for bodyguards. Alas, he'd forgotten he wasn't allowed to have any in Johto, lest he attract unwanted attention. But with them, he had been able to get through throngs of screaming fans back in Unova in relative comfort, smiling and waving at them while packed between at least four beefy walls in black suits.

Having to deal with fans on his own had already failed miserably once, and even worse was the fact it was a young girl. Hell, why was she out on her own in this cold weather? Were her parents drunk or just plain stupid? She gushed about being his biggest fan, something Ashton was very used to hearing. Everyone claimed to be his best and greatest fan, and while he appreciated their support, hearing it said over and over eventually made it lose its worth.

A smile that seemed more like a pained grimace spread across his face as she bragged about the things she owned of him. "That's great kid, but I--" Her continuous dialogue overran his like he was a babbling brook and herself a waterfall. He looked down her outfit and cocked an eyebrow, biting his tongue to refrain from criticizing it. After years of enduring countless opinions on his outfit, he subconsciously turned criticism towards other people.

Relief spread through him when she nervously pitched a battle request; most girls had usually offered a different kind of battle to him. But as soon as she mentioned the word "marry", he put his foot down. "I'm always... happy, to meet my fans but marriage is a bit of a far-fetched idea. Not to mention wrong, since you're what... ten?" Ashton replied coolly. He didn't want to crush her dreams but this seemed the only way to communicate to her that it wasn't going to happen.

"Age difference aside... I'm not in a huge rush so I can indulge you with a battle at least. Quinley, you're up!" he continued, reaching into his bag for the appropriate ball. His Treecko landed in the snow before him, studying the girl's Pichu and disliking her on the spot. He didn't know her personally, but the air she gave off was one of complete snobbishness (worse than Ashton's). "Ladies first. Quinley, ready up a Leer attack when she's done."

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[Morrigan]

As Ashton agreed to take some time out of his currently not so busy schedule to battle this young maiden, her eyes lit up in excitement. Clutching her hands together, she rubbed her cheeks whilst wriggling impatiently from side to side, "Ooh WOW! This is so amazing! Thank you so so SO much!" Bursting into a fit of girlish giggles, her Pichu partner turned to face her trainer. Tapping it's foot expectantly and rolling it's eyes, the rodent was going to unleash the mother of all Thunder Shocks if this girl wasnt prepared to pull herself together. "Okayokay, I think I can do this... Phew..." Taking a few moments, the girl closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, slowly drooping her hands down by her sides. She was indeed an odd one. Opening a single eye as her Pichu turned back around, the young girl couldnt help but turn back to jelly and rev up her giggles once again at the sight of her hero before her. "Heeheeeheee! I-I'm so sorry! This means so much to me! You're so much more beautiful in person!"

Shaking her head at her trainer's incompetence, the little electric rodent took it upon herself to get this battle started. Ashton had suggested for ladies to go first and if Katie wasn't prepared to do it, Pichu was. Stomping forward angrily, ears twitching with every shrill and energetic squeal escaping from her trainer's lips, the little Pokemon now had to turn on the charm for this foul looking Treecko. Pausing, the rodent tried to relax it's stature, spinning on the spot energetically it playfully blinked at Quinley, squeaking cutely to try and draw in his attention. Blinking at the Pichu, the Treecko smirked slightly, stepping forward and offering her the flower which sat in his mouth. Forcing herself to take it with a fake smile spread across her face, the Pichu seemed to fall into Quinley's trap. As soon as Pichu touched the stem of the flower, the green gecko opened his eyes, staring at the electric rodent fearsomely and causing her to stagger back a little.

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Trainer Battle

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vs. Picnicker Katie

Pichu: | Level 6 |
Health: 100% (20/20 HP)
Status: -1 Def
Pichu used Charm!

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Quinley: | Level 8 |
Health: 100% (26/26 HP)
Status: -2 Atk
Quinley used Leer!

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Even though he'd made it clear he was not interested in the idea of marriage, it didn't seem to impact her glee at having run into him on the street. Her Pichu didn't seem all that pleased with her fangirling, which was something he'd learned to tune out after a while. His very presence alone distracted her, proven as she failed to give her partner a proper attack command. Hmm... maybe he could work this in his favour.

Running a hand through his hair, he fired off a trademark grin at the youth. "This might surprise you but... I just recently took up Pokémon training. I'm used to interacting with them for photo shoots, but to train and bond with them... it's so, mesmerizing," Ashton said in a rather dreamy tone, his amber eyes gaining a far-away look. Perhaps this would keep her from focusing on their battle. A cheap tactic, sure, but she didn't seem able to pay attention to her partner as it was.

"Beautiful? You flatter me," the model continued, lips turning up at the corners. He watched Quinley almost fall for the Pichu's charms but quickly turn on the evil eyes, causing the yellow rodent to flinch back. (Damn. Looks like a good pounding won't cut it now..) Quinley took a few steps back from Pichu, keeping his eyes on her warily.

She'd already pulled an underhanded tactic on him, rendering his attacks a little less effective. Hopefully, despite Ashton being a novice with battling, he knew what to do next. "Quinley, let's have your little friend there share some love with Absorb, hm?" the man piped up, eyes still focused on Katie. The reptile nodded his assent and began to slowly trod forwards, wondering what Pichu would throw at him next.

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[The REAL Joey]

Absolutely wooed by Ashton's flashy grin and suave run through his hair, Katie gripped her hands together and swayed from side to side, her eyes beaming with an intense glitter. If Ashton had set out to disarm her from attacking properly then he had gone a bit overkill in his attempt. She was absolute besotted. "OOooooooooooooOOOooooooOOOooh Ashton! You're so amazing. Of course I knew such a trivial fact like you'd only taken up battling recently... I AM your biggest fan you know. But its so magical to have you here in front of me and say it so matter of factly." Swooning with both of her hands clutched together on the side of her face, she was nullified hook, line and sinker. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I know. Seeing as you're not able to marry me how about you promise me something else!" Her sudden bounding up and down on the spot conveyed just how hyper actively obsessed she was with the show biz star. "What if, I beat you in a Pokemon match that you give me some front row tickets to your next shoot... Or, or, or... Anything!" Hoping her request wouldn't be brushed to the side, she entered a hysterical frenzy as Ashton accepted her compliment. "OH. MY. GOOOOOOD. Am I pretty? Am I?! Huh, huh, huh?! Tell meeeee."

Screaming as her eyes closed shut and a delighted expression etched onto her blushing face, Katie had well and truly forgotten about her purpose as a trainer. The Pichu pulling a look of disdain, it knew it was up to it to try and at least put up a fight. It certainly wasn't going down to any weak sauce chumps, that was for sure! Stamping a foot forward, the Pichu was shocked to see Quinely moved insanely fast yet retain an air of grace about him. Landing with small bend of his knees before the tiny mouse, Quinley focused the power of its attack into the palm of its hand. With it now glowing hypnotically, he slowly moved it back and forth, leaving behind a faint trail. Despite how rude the Pichu was, even it couldn't remain unimpressed by such a display. Content the Pichu was open, Quinley jabbed his fist forward and sucked out the life force from the scamp. As it did, it was just enough to bring the Pichu back into reality and as to whom it was facing. Angrily gurning at the Treecko, the Pichu's cheeks suddenly lit up with a glow and coursed Quinley with an unrefined surge of electricity. Dazed from the attack, Quinley flipped backwards to Ashton. At least they wouldn't have to be putting up with this crazy much longer.



Trainer Battle

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Katie's Pichu | ♀ | | Level 6 |
Health : 55% (11/20 HP)
Status : Normal; Defence -1
Shuddddddup

Quinley | ♂ | Level 8 |
Health : 88% (23/26 HP)
Status : Normal; Attack -2
You lack poise

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Weather status: Normal

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If he couldn't get bodyguards, perhaps he should invest some money in good earplugs. The adoring cries of his young fan were beginning to cause a headache, one that threatened to get very bad swiftly if her squeals weren't silenced. It seemed he'd overdone turning on the charm and was hastily regretting it. Not really his fault, though, as the only interaction he had with fans was either in front of TV cameras or from within a contingent of guards. A smile, though pained, remained on his face for her sake.

"Reshiram help me," the model muttered through his teeth. He wasn't cocky but if she was battling with this tiny yellow rodent, chances were she wasn't going to beat him. And if by some miracle she did, there was no way he'd have her lurking at his photo shoot the next day. An idea sprang to mind and he chuckled softly. "Tell you what; win or lose, I can arrange to have you over for a photo shoot that's scheduled for later tonight. How's that sound?"

Lying was something that came naturally to him, having hidden many secrets from his prying sister. He felt no guilt in lying outright to the fangirl before him, mostly because her glee was beginning to grate on his nerves. Her voice rising to a shriek made him wince and stick a finger in his ears to make sure they weren't bleeding. Ashton laughed nervously, wishing he'd listened to his earlier instinct to just run and not look back.

"As pretty as a primrose..." Ashton lied again without remorse. He watched the exchange of blows between battlers and was pleased to see Quinley move first, barely flinching from the return Thundershock. Clearly he'd made a good decision in telling 'T' that he wanted to keep her partners. Quinley was fairly quiet and listened without any commentary or sighing. And it didn't hurt that he was a decent battler too.

Pleased with the Treecko, Ashton let a real smile shine through as the reptile turned to look at him. "Great work. You may prove useful yet," the male mused. "Same as before, Absorb!" Quinley dipped his head and scampered forwards, slightly more confident now that he knew Pichu was slower than himself.

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[Sky]

"Oh. My. GOD!" Katie squealed, ecstatic at the though of being at her favorite model's photo shoot. Practically bouncing up and down with joy, she laughed gleefully. "I would LOVE to go! Ohmigawd, this is AH-MAY-ZING!" Grinning like an idiot, she spun in a circle, thinking of all the ways she would be able to brag to her friends once this was all over. But she was ripped from her thoughts when Ashton complimented her looks. She gaped at the model for a moment, then swooned.

No, I'm not kidding. She literally passed out.

Sighing at her trainer's stupidity, Pichu hopped over to where she lay on the ground, drooling ever so slightly in her unconscious state. Rubbing her cheeks to warm up, she unleashed a quick electric shock on her trainer, rousing the fangirl, but also causing the girl's hair to stand on end and make her look even more insane than before. "What was that for?!" Katie whined, pouting at the Pichu. The tiny rodent just sighed and turned back to the battlefield, shooting Quinley a glare that screamed 'Come and get me'.

Quinley, of course, obliged the creature. Pattering forward, he thrust another glowing palm forward at the Pichu, but this time, the mouse was prepared. She was able to dodge, but the Treecko still grazed her with the attack, sucking most of her energy from her. Staggering and trying to keep from fainting, Pichu charged up another ThunderShock, letting it loose on Quinley. He winced slightly as the attack hit, but it was no more than a tiny annoyance to the Treecko, a slight buzzing on the outside of his skin.

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Battle!

(VS Picnicker Katie)

Katie's Pichu | level 6 |
Health : 10% (2/20 HP)
Status : -1 Defense
Attack : A successful ThunderShock

VS

Ashton's Quinley | level 8 |
Health : 96% (25/26 HP)
Status : -2 Attack
Attack : A successful Absorb

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(Hook, line, sinker.) Ashton smirked to himself as she went crazy at his offer. He didn't know Cherrygrove that well, so hopefully a bit of creative lying would keep her off his back. The last thing he needed was a rabid fangirl hounding him everywhere. Her reaction to his half-hearted compliment was even worse, with the girl actually passing out in her glee, drool spilling out of her mouth.

His eye twitched oddly, expression going slack. Quinley used his hard tail to smack his trainer's ankle and bring him back to reality. The girl's static-filled hair made him work hard not to run his mouth and crack jokes about it; if she became upset and ran off to her friends, she could ruin his reputation here with ease. And Nolan had schooled him to avoid such a social disaster, something Ashton wasn't inclined to cause.

"Might want to straight-iron your hair before you leave for the shoot," he offered anyways, idly wondering if her parents even knew she was out in the middle of winter on her own. The next round of battling finished swiftly, Quinley looking unruffled by the weak jolts of electricity hurled his way by the girl's rude Pichu. She seemed weaker than ever, though, something even dense Ashton picked up on.

It was time to finish this.

"Absorb," was all Ashton said, knowing he didn't have to praise or encourage the Treecko at all. Quinley was raring to finish this punky mouse off and teach her that he was no pushover. Narrowing his golden eyes, the reptile dashed forwards, raising up his paws in preparation for his attack.

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