Sutoratosu

Mareek Mareek and Java exchanged a glance as the Coordinator burst out laughing about the frenchman. Java got the message without a word. "I'll add the name to the list and look for any other newcomers to go along with it...Shouldn't be too hard if I'm careful not to make a disturbance..." And then in the blink of an eye, he was there, and then he simply wasn't anymore. Though, unseen to all, a flurry of work was beginning to unfold on the screen of the red head's pokedex as the glorified Computer Program fired up and prepped the necessary ports and connections... Shortly thereafter the laughter stopped and he noticed Lana standing there. "Huh, oh yeah, he's fine," He assured her rather cheerfully after Danielle had made her commendments. "I think he was a bit dejected over a certain... incident with java, but Erce fixed that right up." The Scyther nodded at the girl in agreement, scythes still crossed against her chest. Nemo nodded as well, holding up his club in greeting, though the cry he gave sounded far more... confident than before. "Anyway, I'm just here to congratulate you for everything out there. Just like Danielle said, you were great- in fact, you even gave me a better fight out there today than I've gotten from most people in the Trainer Program I've gone up against over the past few weeks..." He chuckled a bit, smirking slightly. "After this, I bet no one around here will dare make the mistake of underestimating you ever again..." Galen "Because," Galen said simply as he kept feeding out the twine as Sarah walked, his Zororoark never more than a few paces behind. Her eyes remained fixed to the woodline the whole way. "From what mission intel suggests, that Lapras, and ALL the guardians, in fact, are leaps and bounds ahead of anything I have in terms of strength, and if it's stronger than what I've got, it's definitely stronger than what any of you are packing on your own teams." He returned his attention from Pierre to the task at hand. "Even if we were to gang up on it, we'd be wiped out in the blink of an eye... and the lapras might not kill us in retaliation for dare trying, but against some of the others like the Trevenant or the Steelix, we'd probably be pushing up daisies. Besides- from what I've been ordered, catching them isn't what matters, all HQ wants us to do regarding them is observe and take notes as to when they're present and absent from their given areas..."

Eh, think I'll just do the same for now.

"If the fortune teller was right, and Evan was just a warning of things to come and/or a foothold to be used by his benefactors, then I wouldn't be all too surprised if that was the case at this point..." He glanced over to Danielle, more or less dismissing the other boy from the conversation. Obviously the guy had no interest in any of this, so why waste any more breath on him? That and he honestly just didn't care for the guy's company that much... "And if there actually are infiltrators from whatever organization's trying to get to Reeves, then chances are that the quickest and most efficient way would be to check for any new students who've arrived since the trip and keep an eye on Evan. Most likely they'd have to communicate with him to orchestrate whatever they would be planning... Assuming that there really are people here, that is..."

"Tch... I'm not at his damn throat, I'm just telling him how shit works with me." "Fine..." was all Mareek mumbled as he rested his chin on his folded arms atop the chair back, honestly not giving too much of a damn as to what the guy might have to say as he returned his attention to the Duskull's trainer. "Go on then... you wanted to talk, so... talk." Nemo meanwhile tossed a glance at Erce as the Duskull left, giving a single cry as he let the Bone Rush fade away. Strange characters here, weren't there? Erce simply sighed with a hiss and turned away. How ironic that this was coming from the kid who just made a freaking life oath GoA style- complete with sword in hand, mind you- in the middle of a school infirmary. Java, on the other hand, apparently found the irony amusing, suppressing a slight laugh to himself as he turned away...

KK, that's what I thought, thanks for clarifying.

no, it's just that all things considered from the portrayals of our god lord arceus in the movies and such, I don't really think it all to likely that he would straight up damn someone, human or pokemon, just for failing in a promise to defend their friends so long as they gave it a damn good effort and didn't give up all the way until they failed. Now, if they abandoned them after making such a vow, then that would probably be a different story entirely... cause it's been shown that Arceus don't put up with traitors and shit. But simply failing, not because you abandoned the promise and went back on your word, but instead because of outside circumstances that might have been completely and utterly out of one's control? Yeah, doesn't seem too fair to me... and all things considered, Arceus is portrayed to be, more or less, relatively fair. Doesn't really strike me as a being who'd pass harsh judgement just for a simple mistake or something.

All chains were made to someday be broken though...

Nemo and Co. Nemo glared at the ghost, lowering his blade and pivoting on his heel as he rose to his feet. A few quick, yet reserved growls escaped his throat as he looked the spirit up and down, not the least bit phased. Hell yes he knew what he was getting into, what, would he have just gone and said any of that just now if he hadn't been willing to follow through on his words? Hell no, that would've been cowardice if he had... besides, why did the Ghost type care about it- not like it would effect him either way if he did or not. Meanwhile both Erce and Java kept a close eye on the Duskull... Mareek "You can have a friendlier conversation from me when I actually respect you enough to engage in one," Mareek answered the boy unsympathetically, can't helping but still feel a bit of miff from the assumptive situation earlier as he gave a slight chuckle afterwards. "Hey, look at that... Claude 'the Extraordinaire' was right, I guess- friendliness ain't my wheel house after all... oh well, whatever." He looked at James, eye's unreadable... "But yeah, back to what I was saying- friendliness, and I mean real friendliness, not the worthless facade crap, is not the default setting for me- oh no... nnnnno, I don't hand that stuff out a dime a dozen- you want friendly from me, you gotta earn it from me, cause I'm not just giving it away on a silver platter."

Mareek and Java "Yeah..." Mareek said, glancing over at the other student. "And by the way- nice of you all to completely skip over telling me any of the important details about what's been going on and just go right to making requests for information... no, really, appreciate that kind of shit... honestly." The rough sarcasm in his voice made it clear as day that he did not, though. Meanwhile Nemo looked up from the tiled floor suddenly, a chorus of vehement, prideful cries issuing out as his eyes blazed with something far different than what had glazed them over before, getting down on one tiny knee, sword... errr... more like glowing, vaguely sword-like projection, rather, held on high as he finished, as if his Bone Rush would be the bone rush to pierce the heavens... Erce just stood there, arms crossed... looking both impressed and satisfied as she nodded her reptilian head. Mareek turned his attention over to Java. "Eh, you can interpret- what's all this about all of a sudden...?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed as he nodded over at the ground typed warrior. Java was already on it. this time using the speakers on Mareek's dex, loud enough for both the other students to actually hear the Computerized, rather choppy voice... "It's a bit... complicated- But he just made an oath to 'Arceus', it seems... let's just say... he would probably take a death blow for any of the three of us without hesitation if he ever had to...I'll... give you a transcription of the full speech later..." Erce and Nemo Nemo stayed silent, not bothering to even so much as acknowledge the ghost floating nearby as Erce finished her reprimand and Corona offered her own words. Mere words could not describe the chagrin that burned across his concealed cheeks at the moment... Erce was completely right- about everything she'd said, she was right. Why was, of all cubones, whining like a spoiled brat? He did have it much better than most of his brethren, had a good- but demanding- life now, a life far better one than he had been living just months ago. Hell, back then, when the swellow had swooped down and stolen his mother's bone right out of his hands... what had he done? He had only followed it to it's tree and proceed to ball and whine for her to give it back. But now? Hell, if that winged bitch had swooped down right here, right now, and dared try it again, he would've fought her tooth nail and ended her feathered existence as surely as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. And who did he have to thank for this simple fact? For changing him, turning him into something greater than he could've ever been on his own? For giving him the courage not to back down in the face of adversity, to keep pressing forward, rain or shine, to stand for what he loved and what he believed in, to defend himself and to defend his friends? Who? Mareek Akira Sisto, his partner Erce... and though he still found it a little hard to admit... Java as well. That was who. They were the ones who'd taken him in. They were the ones who'd fed him, trained him, taught him, cared about him... It was they who had loved him when he had forgotten how to love even himself. It was they who had shown him a light when in darkness, when he had forgotten the way because he had no one to show him the way in the first place. It was they who had taken what the hands of death and loss had broken, and made whole for the first time in his life, it was they who had told him what it meant... to be unbowed, unbent, and unbroken. His mother had given him life,yes, and had died for it, yes... but Mareek and his teammates were the ones who had given that life meaning... and in turn, now he realized something... Now he realized, that in giving his life meaning, they'd also given her death meaning as well. In just a short time, they'd made him this strong, and he'd only keep growing stronger- because he had something to fight for now, because under the leadership of this... this boy here with hair like fire and this giant mantis who took shit from no one, he knew, deep in his very soul, could feel it. Feel that he would go on to help do great and wonderful things. That now... he could make her ghost proud. For not even death itself could transcend such things. * * * * * * He looked up finally, eye's filled with something that'd been missing before... the fires of Epiphany and truth. With a tiny fist held to his heart, he gave a few strong, convicted cries, speech rising in a cresenduous roar as he unfolded all that the waters of realization had brought crashing down into his mind, all that he'd come to finally understand moment's ago... Holding up his club and firing off his sword into air, glowing strong as he wound the proclamation, and his vow, to a powerful close. Erce was completely and utterly right. How much of a damn fool had he been here- thinking that he still had nothing and was no one, that he existed for no other reason than to wander the earth and eventually die alone like so many others? How much of fool had he been, to have not recognized how rich he was, not in material, but in something far greater than wealth could ever account for... Family. Yes. Family. They, all of them, her, Mareek, and yes, Java too, were all his family, his kin... blood did not matter here, for they were his family by choice, and choice alone, and in a way, that made it all so much more significant, that they were the ones that he loved and was in turned loved by, not because of blood... but because of something greater... Free Fucking Will. They were his, and he was in turn theirs. And in sight of the Lord Arceus and the creation trio, he would swear, here and now, in this very infirmary, that he would aid and protect and defend them- all of them- from this day until the day that the lord finally saw fit to reunite him with his mother's spirit. He would be their aegis and their Excalibur, Their guardian both in the night and in the day, their watcher on the wall and their unsleeping sentinel... and to do these things and others, he would continue to endeavor along the path of strength, and make his mother pride... and these things, all of them and others, he did swear to Arceus and upon his mother's grave- no... upon his very life itself. Erce... was speechless. Just standing there, arms crossed and head nodding in approval... and admiration? And completely and utterly thunderstruck... though, in all honestly, the kid's oath just now reminded her of something one would probably hear out of Game of Aegislash... Not that it distracted or subtracted from the significance of it... hell, if anything, it might've made it even greater...

I always thought the abilities had more to do with the actual biology of the mon rather than the psyche, to tell the truth. I don't really see how chemotherapy ties into it exactly though... then again, I personally don't really verse myself very well in the field of cancer treatments, so... maybe I might be missing something that might be otherwise obvious because of that

Eh, Chimchain, I think I already might know what the answer to this might be, but I just wanna ask anyway for future reference: Do abilities have to stay within the same line as Pokemon here, IE, for example, say someone has a Blitzle with it's hidden ability: Sap Sipper, and it evolves into a Zebstrika. Now, as a Zebstrika, would it still have to retain the Hidden Ability line- IE, still Sap Sipper in this case, or could the evolution possibly cause for some mutation to allow it's ability permanently switching over, from Sap Sipper, to one of it's regular abilities like Lightning Rod/ Motor Drive upon the change? Basically what I'm getting at is; Generally speaking, can pokemon swap from one ability to another upon evolving, or are they permanently stuck with the one they have at birth (Not counting evos that actually change the standard and hidden abilities entirely)? again, just checking... EDIT: by the way, I've figured out a way to use slaking... even when he wants to be lazy as hell.*chuckles ominously...*

Galen "We take the opportunity to get some dimensions while we're here," Galen said, reaching into a pocket on his coat and, digging around before finally producing a rather large spool of gold colored string reminiscent to what one would use to rain in a kite. The bundle was interspersed with countless ribbons of green fabric at certain intervals. "Always helps to come prepared..." He handed one end to Sarah, making sure to hold the base. "Here, take this end, and walk around to the shore opposite of me and then pull this taught. I've tied off the ribbons at every Meter." He paused for a minute, glancing around at the wild life... "Don't see anything that looks like it might go off at a slight provocation, but there always might be other species watching from afar...and chances are that the species easiest to piss off around here could probably curb stomp any three of them singlehandedly..." He looked over at the Illusion Fox nearby and gave a simple nudge of his head towards the girl. The implied message to the dark type was simple; Go with her, ye slave. She glared at him for a moment, considered flipping him the pidgey... then just sighed and cloaked herself as she headed over to the girl's side unseen... Mareek "Yeah, it did..." Mareek said, temporarily looking away from the smug little bastard floating before his face... "From what Java's dictated to me, that skarmory of Evan's apparently told Zared that she was originally stolen away from some breeding facility and taken to an underground facility somewhere in order to do harsh training in solitude... up until the point where it was assigned to get a partner, or something like that, as to who... well, that's kinda self explanatory" Just then though, a small crash and the sound of hissing and guttural growls issued from not far away, drawing both the boy's and the Strategist's attention... "Erce apparently felt that the boy needs a slight attitude adjustment given recent... events." the Porygon2 explained into his ear as the Scyther continued to rail the ground type, all the while the latter looked down in complete shame of himself. "And I'd venture out on a limb and say that it's working quite well..." "Well, that's just the Erce we all know and love for ya, Java..." Mareek sighed. "If she sees something that needs doing, she doesn't just assume someone else will handle it- she goes and gets it done.... Kinda wish interpol would take a page or two from her book..." Erce and Nemo Nemo gave the bug type's words a brief moment of consideration... then he crossed his tiny arms and looked her right in the eye, seeming to glower under his helm as he gave a few short, agitated growls... he was a bit curious, did this little fire type here know anything at all about seeing one's own mother dead, about knowing such a lost that left one all alone afterwards, knowing one was a freaking orphan with no home and no damn family anywhere? What it was like to be a loner everywhere you freaking wen- He was picked up and choked with a powerful stream of wind before promptly being sent flying into the nearest wall before he could even finish the opening of his retort rant. Erce lowered her claws, the teal turbulence dying as she glared at the boy, hissing and growling vehemently. The kid was being an ungrateful little bastard, and she wasn't exactly in the mood to hear it... not with the crap they'd already done in the short amount of time- How long ago had he joined them? And how well had Mareek and the rest of them treated him since then? Gave him food, gave him safety, gave his little ass a place in this world to truly call his own, a purpose. Hell, Mareek had even go so far as to take the kid under his wing and teach him how to fight, spent how much time and effort drilling lessons and values into his little skull? Here's what was gonna happen- this little bitching and moaning over something that he was at this point blowing out of fucking proportion? yeah, no, that was gonna stop, and that was gonna stop now, damn it, or else she'd hit him again until he did. After how Her and her ward had opened up to him and given him a home, a place? And he was still gonna go claiming now that he had nowhere, that he was alone in this world, when in reality he had soooooo much more now than most members of his species ever did or would? Well, way to spit right in their faces... maybe Erce should've convinced Mareek to leave his ungrateful self in that forest, struggling to get his bone back on his own, cause obviously the little bastard didn't have any thanks to give them for their kindness. Nemo... just lay there on the ground against the wall, staring up at her, eyes dimming with shame as he stood, hands behind his back and gaze fixed to the tiles.... not saying a word as the Mantis's glare bore into his very soul. Meanwhile neither of them knew that both the Co-Strategist and their Trainer was keeping a close eye out nearby all the while...

John "Back hall, second room on the right." Was all the woman said, rather coldly, after giving the quick once over to the presented ticket. "Knock and tell them the same thing you told the bouncer when they ask for your business." And just like that, her eyes were back on her underlings and their tasks... leaving john to find his own damn way to the hall in question... luckily he could see the beginning of a corridor not too far away... James "I don't know what the note is," Kyle said, sliding the slip back to the would-be rebel. "but if you're lookin' for jenny, that's an easy one, mate-" He nodded over to a young woman in a scarlet uniform top behind him, hazel eyes seeming to catch everything the lesser bartenders did like a hawk. A black, glossy rectangle upon her chest read in elegant lettering 'Jenny'. "That lovely looking mankiller right there. See- easy. right, mate?" Kyle finished, returning his attention to James as he accepted the tip discretely... Lucas "She's right there, sir," The lone female of the three underlings said as she obliged the order. "Though, getting her to make you a drink personally right now might be a bit easier said then done..." With hands moving like lightning she set about preparing the beverage, pausing only to ask Lucas "Shaken, or stirred?" Kaz After a few moments lost scanning over the various tables and lounges and their patrons scattered geometrically around the chamber Kaz's eyes finally landed upon the bar and counter set towards the back of the room... And lo and behold, standing behind it overlooking a few newish-looking mixologists was the only woman in the entire joint who was wearing a crimson work shirt... ((Turn order still in effect: Goes as follows: Kenny, Yash, Typhlosion, Exlink)

Well it's always nice to have a plan. I'm just making these changes and plotting things out now so that I can have some actual order and not have to wing it all on a whim when it gets to certain points. I tried winging it at first with the whole team thing, just deciding on members on the fly, got sick of it real quick, so now I just set my sights to the future and make changes to the plan as I deem appropriate. It's better to have a malleable skeleton than a set in stone on the fly draft-up, IMO Some people keep their minds on the future and try to strategize about present actions to best serve them later on via the results. others prefer to just focus on the here and now, and honestly the only thing anyone about it can do is just respect that fact.

I've been thinking for a bit, and I think I might swap out Typhlosion and Feraligator on the team for Magmorator and Empoleon. Magmorator still allows me to do the majority of the things I could with typhlosion and a bit more, plus it helps establish a bit larger feeling of subtle rivalry with a certain someone who's lurking around.... and Empoleon because I've always found those wings rather badass in their own special way and see that no one here has given Emperor Bird much love... (That's a lie, I just like being able to cut shit) in that case, team is looking like Scizor Porygon Z Marowak Xatu Magmorator Meganium Hmm... or maybe I'll save the Xatu for year two and go with Empoleon as his next obtainable... yeah, might do that, it'll probably work out better. so... Scizor Porygon Z Marowak Empoleon Magmorator Meganium

Sparks The mist lifted little by little as he ran through the thinning woodlands, feet coated in mud, white mane slick with the Heaven's sorrow. The badge in his grasp felt as if it was pure lead, each step harder to take with it than the last had been. Crimson stained his fur, though he noticed it naught. But noticed or not, there was only one man's blood who it could've possibly been staining that emblem of the Tempest, that old crest. Town was close in the distance. Not much longer now, not much longer... Something caught his though. Just for the breifest of seconds, like someone standing off to the side of the path as he passed like a bullet, staring at him as he went. It seemed like the world again slowed down, in that instance. The drops again elongating and dragging on forever and ever. The beat growing slow and drowsy. He barely had enough time to glance over and make eye contact with the being. But he could see the sadness in them. And he could see the angelic features of the child, a few years younger than him, tiny wings on her back, whole body a snow white, a red and blue triangular ring pattern dancing across her belly... And then in the blink of an eye, time picked up yet again... And she was gone. Gone like the wind. What was she, this innocent looking child? Lost? A specter? An illusion and a lie? It mattered not... for Town, despite it's humble nature, was still there, just up the next few slopes. She, on the other hand, obviously was not. The Execution "Go on then..." Draidon said as he heard the boy leave. "I'm already more than half dead... so just go on and end this already." He got down to the soggy earth on both knees, gaze fixed with the avenger's. "Do it...go on, DO IT! I've lost what I once lived for, lost it long ago... and in trying to get it back, all I did was cause the same exact type of pain I once suffered...I was the survivor, but I went and wasted the gift of life that she could've used so much better had she'd been allowed to keep it instead... and now it's slipping away." Robby stood there for a while, arms crossed pensively as he stared at his voluntary prisoner. Then moments turned into minutes... then "No." He said. "Look, damn it!" Draidon said. "It's not a game, either do what ya want now or else my own body'll beat ya to it and I'll still be a cooling corpse in the mud...with or without your involvement in it." "No..." Robby repeated simply. Then turning his attention to the shrubbery nearby. "Thames! come out, I know you're watching this!" Slowly the girl popped her head up from the hiding place, eyes pleading with her brother to stay his hand... though Robby keep his own gaze fixed on the dying dragon. "I don't kill in front of little kiddies..." Robby said simply. "And even besides, you've got me vexed with everything you keep spouting on about- how are you 'a survivor'? Who is 'she'? And whats with the sudden heel face turn right before you're about to bite the dust?" He turned his attention back to the bushes. "And Thames, get over here!" "So in exchange of vengeance, you want a story...?" the dragon asked as he watched the pikachu stop at her brother's side, eyes filled with something he hadn't expected to see... not fear, not anger, not hate... but something of entirely different spectrum altogether. "Yeah... a story..." Robby replied. "I want to know why the hell you go acting like a damn maniac one minute, and like some fallen hero the next. so go on, get talking. Here, I'll even keep you alive for the duration- Thames, use wish on em." The girl seemed hopeful, nodding and shutting her eyes tightly. Though none of the three saw it, a single streak of white blazed across the sky... "If you want to die so badly, then you tell me your story first... and then I'll be more than happy to finally oblige." the look of hope sunk from Thames face like a stone. "..." Draidon simply shook his head, sighing. "Fine... I'll tell you. You'll get your little story... IT was five, six years ago. Believe it or not, I used to be a lore collector; used to be better skilled with my words than my claws..."

lols, i just now remembered about Galen... I'll go edit it in my last post now. EDIT: Done

"She's fine," Mareek assured the girl, glancing at his old friend. "Don't worry, Erce, you're still the original here, no one's ever gonna be able to gloss you over." The scyther seemed to be a bit placated by that, though Java tossed the trainer a glare that was the virtual equivalent of a giant 'Oh, Fuck you then.' Though he quickly pushed the thought aside, back to the task at hand. "I've made and transferred a .txt file containing his account in it's entirety," The strategist began in Mareek's ear. "But the basic gist is that the Skarmory told him as follows about her early life: She was stolen away from a breeding facility at a young age apparently and subsequently forced to undergo harsh training sessions in solitary environments. Apparently wherever she was being held during this time period, it was somewhere underground... eventually she was assigned a partner though- Evan Reeves, and the rest of the account is rather self explanatory given what we already know..." "Then it's safe to say beyond the shadow of the doubt that there's something bigger going on regarding all this." "Precisely," Java concurred, ruminating back on their old theory. "And the conclusion that Reeves is not crucial to finding further information into said bigger picture appears to be completely wrong. I'd like to take this time to breifly say: I told you so." "Eh, don't be like that" Mareek said, looking to Java sternly. "If memory serves right, you decided to go along with me believing that." "Yes, but it doesn't change the fact that I originally called it a very stupid and foolish move. If not for this information, we would've wasted even more time going on some wild goose chase with imaginary birds. But if you dislike how I worded it, let me try again; I told you thusly." The two sat there staring at each other for a while... until java turned around and gave a breif few computer-catastrophe sounds, this one associated with the infamous blue screen of death as he gave a short thank you to the steel type for the information and hovered back towards his own trainer... "Well, guess you've gotten over the Upgrade deal then..." Mareek muttered as he half-glanced half-glared at the normal type... Nemo and Erce Nemo at first resisted the attempts at conversation. before long though he glowered whence more upon the dishonorable bunch of rounded polygons that was Java's existance, jabbing his bone in the air towards him, foot stamping the ground as he gave a few curt cries. He summoned up a Bone Rush, swinging it around- in a far more controlled manner than minutes ago, mind you - making a few quick strikes, careful not to hit the bug type as he finished his little rage-fest and pointed one last, indignant time to Java...all as Erce kept a careful eye on him nearby. the point was simple- That floating, red colored bastard had insulted his mother's grave with a word most dishonorable... all because Nemo had been worried and was trying to help Mareek help the strategist... and even though the dirtbag had apologized, under threat from Erce, by the way, that didn't just magically wipe away the words, damn it... and now here he was, unable to settle this matter mano-a-mano because Mareek would shame him for using his sword skills out of anger... and Erce would whip them both like there would be no tomorrow if he dared tried... Erce meanwhile gave a simple few hisses into the conversation between the fire and ground type, looking at Corona before drifting her gaze over to Nemo and Java- Damn right she'd whipped both these two if they acted like fools again... Nemo and Java needed to remember the fact that when they were in public, they represented their trainer, and their entire team as a whole, and conduct like the crap they displayed earlier was gonna be completely intolerable... Mareek might be unwilling to dish out corporal punishment when needed, but that was completely fine- cause she'd be more than capable and willing of dishing out the hurt to those needin' the hurt. Galen The crobat pushed off her rocky perch without a sound, wings unfurling as she again soared back out over the water's surface. Galen held out an arm as if he were a Falconry practioner as the poison type came to land. "What's the verdict?" He asked. The crobat simply nodded. "Is it alone in there?" A nod was what he was meant with this time, alongside a single violet wing being pointed at all the wildlife gathered around the water's edge around them, then to the cave... "Alright, so there's alot of pokemon in there with it like out here then..." Another nod. "Last question then; What was it doing?" This time the flying type flipped inverted itself, falling forward towards the earth before quickly grabbing onto the underside of the man's coat sleeve, wrapping her wings around her and shutting her eyes. "Well well..." He said, looking over at Sarah as he took out a capsule and recalled the bat. "Interesting... what's the time now?"

"Tch. Claude and the others already have something all planned out apparently..." Mareek scoffed, thoughts drifting back to the waiting room... "They're gonna do some type of hands-off approach I guess, not smother Evan but at the same time make an effort to make him feel welcome or whatever when he happens to be around. I already had something planned on my own long before this, but given that a certain coordinator with a cottonee has some type of issues with my plans, and the fact that I'm just one guy and can't exactly do much to stop that little coalition he's got backing and agreeing with him, guess I'm about as relegated to the role of a watcher on the wall here as you are..." Meanwhile Nemo gave the slightest of nods to the larvesta, not really in the mood to be his usual sociable self. Java just stared at the Mawile as it scruntinized the screen above. "anyways, about the suggestion, It's probably not necessary given what you've already told us," Mareek continued. "Though, go ahead, I guess... Erce here can listen and just play charades until I start guessing right about-" he paused suddenly, one earbud noticebly sitting in his ear while the other hung limp on his chest. "No." the computerized vocalization spoke into the device. Java took his attention away from the steel type and glanced at the boy. "No charades- I'll do it... it'll be far easier and faster if I just summarize whatever he has to say and relay it to you already translated." "Huh, I hadn't considered that method... Well... alright, I guess..." Mareek shrugged, looking back to Danielle. "Go ahead and have him tell Java whatever he wants to say about the matter." Erce meanwhile tossed a furrowed glance at the normal type... that little floating bastard, she freaking liked playing charades...