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In the Shadows, Y'all gonna get BIT!
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post Jun 19 2012, 01:35 AM
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The air in the forest was almost dead with the lack of breeze and the sun was beating an angry drum down upon the open meadow that Darryn Kellor and Lyla Moore had found themselves in while searching for the breeding center. The Co-ordinator and Breeder had travelled out of Petropolis on foot, taking a couple of days to reach the tiny farm that had been marked on Lyla’s PokeNav as the ‘Bouquet of Bonnies Breeding Center’ and it was all, apparently, for nothing.

“Look, Lyla,” Darryn folded his arms as he watched his cousin fretting over the locked front door, “clearly no-one is in and no-one has been for a while. Let’s just move on and catch up to the others.”

The others were Jaima Kuonji, Meiko Omura and Tuesday Berdison – the rest of what had come to be known as Team Rogue in their journey together. They had separated in Petropolis so that Darryn could persue his dream of becoming a successful Co-Ordinator and take on sponsorship of a top designer, Elliot Wethers. Since then, Darryn had been in touch with Tuesday by her favourite form of communication – pen and ink – and found out that she had peeled away from Jaima and Meiko to travel alone for a little while. He had been pretty surprised to hear that since she and Jaima were like siblings and the older Senpai *Now you’re thinking like them!* was protective of his adopted little sister.

“But, but!” Lyla protested as she hammered on the door. “But they’re meant to, like, have some totally awesome tips on Pokemon Breeding! Not only do they specialise in breeding Grass Group Pokemon, they’re meant to know about a whole new way of passing on rare Abilities that people have never heard of before!”

Darryn rolled his eyes. Trust his cousin Lyla to still have her business head screwed on on such a wonderfully sunny day like this! Sometimes her stoic attitude to her career was admirable but right now it was crazy. The weather was the best they’d had in days and they were in a beautiful forest where the smells of the wild and sounds of the local Pokemon could consume you faster than you could take a break to really look at your surroundings.

“Just look around, Ly!” Darryn spread his arms wide, “We’re in a gorgeous forest with nothing to distract us from having fun for a change!

“R-really?” Lyla looked around nervously. “But we’re in the woods… Don’t, like, Bug Pokemon live out here? I ead somewhere that a Beedrill sting can put you in the hospital for days and if there’s a swarm…”

“Pull the other one, Ly!” Darryn laughed. “Besides, if any Bug Pokemon attack you’ve got me and Lima here to sort them out!”

“Fa, fa, fafafaaa!” The Cleffa in the Co-Ordinator’s arms sang her agreement which only produced a raised eyebrow from the Breeder.

“You’re not, like, serious are you?” Lyla rolled her eyes. “Darryn, Cleffa are just babies – what’s she going to do? Charm them away? I’d feel much better if you’d let Lady out of the ball.”

“Not going to happen.” Darryn’s mood plummeted at the mention of his crimson Vulpix. “She’s still angry and until she speaks to me there’s nothing I can do to make her feel any better about it – you saw how she was after we got the Mirrormist Ribbon.”

Of course, his Vulpix couldn’t actually speak – they communicated by telepathy, something that his disability allowed him to do. Since travelling with a girl named Melinda Rose, he had gained what had been named his Empath ability – a strange power that allowed him to view the emotions of any human or Pokemon around him. It just so happened that attached to the ability was the skill to speak telepathically to any human or Pokemon that he was closely emotionally linked to and, thanks to her inherited Psychic powers, Lady could even respond when he called out with his mind. Now though, she wouldn’t respond and had masked her emotions from him completely.

Lyla nodded gravely, recalling how the Vulpix had brain-assault her after her massive shift in demeanour. She’d always heard that the fire fox Pokemon could be tempermental (just like any Fire type) but there didn’t appear to be any root cause of the alteration in mood. Now, all the Vulpix would do out of her Heal Ball was eat and battle – hardly the characteristics of a true partner which she had grown to be under Darryn’s care.
Lyla regarded the way Darryn held Lima and inwardly sighed. He clearly missed Lady’s presence and was trying to compensate for her absence by keeping one of his other Pokemon out of their Pokeball as they travelled. First it had been Victor but the Squirtle had been too slow to keep up, then Romeo the Jolteon but his happy-go-lucky nature meant he was likely to get lost as he ran around in search of adventure, and now it was the baby Cleffa’s turn.

“Alright,” Lyla began as she spied another human entering the meadow from the far side, heading their way, “but if you want to, like, have fun, at least battle him so I can take some more notes?” She nodded over Darryn’s shoulder and he turned to see the trainer crossing the field toward them and the Boutique of Bonnies Breeding Center.

“Fine,” he said as he took mental note of who was most ready to battle in his team, “better get your notebook out.”


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post Jun 19 2012, 11:31 PM
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QUOTE(The Co-Ordinator in You: Chapter 10)
There are an infinite number of combinations out there, but sometimes, you want something so incredibly specific that you have to take matters into your own hands. For instance, you think a Bellossom pulling off a Charm attack followed up by a Magical Leaf attack would be stunning in your next appeal. Sadly, Bellossom do not learn that move unless they're descended from a Togetic or Togekiss.

That's where Pokemon Breeding comes into play. Sometimes, you just have to take matters into your own hands. Well, not specifically your own hands; you'd want "The Breeder in You" for that. Pokemon Breeders carefully monitor the Pokemon Husbandry, and should help you in befriending or adopting a pokemon that has the traits you desire.


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Chapter 10 Homework: Meet a Pokemon Breeder.


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QUOTE(Text to Branwys Muphenz: a few days ago)
Hey Branwys! I'm heading out to the "Boutique of Bonnies Breeding Center" in a few days to check out some cool grass pokemon. Wanna meet me there? We could totally do something inappropriate in front of newborns.


Francesco "Cesc" Rojas landed with yet another unceremonious thud at the outskirts of a forest. With a noisy clack, his mount, a rather hateful Skarmory named Speed, swept his wing upwards. Cesc followed with his eyes from his spot on the ground, noting that the metal bird had pointed out a path. While he was silently thankful that Speed had not dropped him into the canopy, he also regretted not bringing the harness that Branwys Muphenz had made him.

After Cesc's first Contest victory, Speed had shown a new level of respect towards the young man. The new deference had been quite welcome on Cesc's return home. But in an incredibly short span of time, Speed's old habits returned. Cesc had actively chosen not to use the harness, and wound up with a face full of dirt.

As the bird took off, Cesc rose off the ground, dusting himself off and straightening his outfit. Even for a treck into the forest on a hot day, Cesc had insisted on wearing a rather fun outfit. As a flashback to his street-urchin days, he had designed this outfit to look rather roguish, to accentuate his mismatched eyes and lopsided grin. He wore a tannish/beige newsy cap at a jaunty angle, with his hair tucked neatly up inside of it and fastened down with a few well placed clips. He wore an earthy green bandana around his neck, with the loose ends pointing outwards to the right of his neck. He wore a white tank top, stretched nice and tight on his body, a dark brown vest (left open, of course), a pair of suspenders and brown slacks. Finally, to complete the ensemble, he wore a pair of brown boots that matched his vest and slacks. He felt rather dashing and dapper in the outfit, despite the fact that it was more casual one than usual. Nevertheless, the earthy tones of his clothes brought out his tan complexion, and served to accentuate his hazel and brown eyes.

The dust had been an unwelcome accessory, but it sort of fit. Nevertheless, he did his best to remove as much of it as he could.

Without taking too much time to gather his bearings, he simply headed in the direction that Speed had pointed him in. His goal was to find the "Bouquet of Bonnies Breeding Center". Surely, he could've simply gone to one in Arasam, where he currently resided, but he was interested in obtaining a grass pokemon to add to his team after witnessing Shalim Lithilliq's appeal back in Fidona.

He walked for a bit in stony silence, simply enjoying the quiet, fairly serene forest. Sure there wasn't a breeze to keep things nice and airy, but the walk was still pleasant visually. He watched a few Butterfree flit about, wondering if he should catch one...but he really didn't dig 'pretty' pokemon that much. He much preferred the "Cool" aspect of contests to the "Beauty" one.

At the thought of "Beauty", Cesc's mind drifted over to thinking about Branwys. Occasionally, he still felt like a pedophile for finding himself attracted to her, but he was able to constantly remind himself that they were the same age. Hopefully she was already at the Boutique, and he could finally be done with waiting to see her again.

Cesc's mind snapped out of its gentle reverie as he laid eyes on two people in front of a dilapidated old building.

"Hello!" he waved as he approached, smiling his usual broad smile. The two didn't seem particularly threatening, so he didn't feel at all uncomfortable about approaching them. After all, they potentially had directions to Bouquet of Bonnies. "Do you happen to know where..." he paused as he got closer.

"Oh! You're Darryn Kellor." Cesc's smile faded into a more pensive, processing look before widening back out into his grin. "I just watched you win the Mirrormist Ribbon the other day." He turned to Lyla, holding out his hand to her. "Sadly, I don't know your name, and we should fix that. I'm Cesc Rojas, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

After shaking hands with Lyla (or not), he extended his hand out to Darryn in turn.

Play it cool, Francesco. Don't be an awkward idiot, just because this guy's probably one of the top-coordinators in Furoh right now. If you're, he might sign your book!


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It seemed like she had been coming to this spot for a long time, but she knew it was actually quite short.

Branwys sat in the back of the cart, laying on the soft hay, thinking back on the events of the last few days. The boat she had boarded to go to Charizard Island took hours to actually embark, and a few hours after the man had left to make a few checks, Branwys decided the wait was too long. In truth, she had ulterior motives as well: She wanted to see Cesc again, and, luckily, he had told her exactly what he was up to.

Branwys left a note for the creepy guy in the wheelchair thanking him for his help. Dimo had been disappointed fo leave because he'd wanted to get to know the man's growlithe, but, of course, he dutifully followed his trainer as she scampered back down the pier. She found Skipper and his little buddy, and after a little bit of cajoling, she finally convinced them to take her to Petropolis. By then, their five passengers had arrived, and since the boat was going on a three hour tour almost all the way across the bay, They agreed that they would give her a ride, and, if they could find a place to weigh anchor, they'd get the first mate to row her over to the beach so she could make her way to Petropolis.

The passengers had arrived, the usual assortment: older and younger, rich and not-so-rich, smart and simple... quite the diverse group for there only being five of them. One of them even looked like a movie star!

Branwys boarded last, behind a man in a white shirt and tan slacks, who was reading what looked like a scientific magazine, and therefore heard the Skipper talking to his Little Buddy.

"I thought you said there'd be four people."

"Yeah, but a girl from a nearby farm wanted to go too, so the other girl from Jubilife paid her way. And then the little blonde woman asked to go, and it's not going to be that crowded-"

The Skipper scowled at the other man and pulled off his hat, twisting the brim slightly in his large hands. "I'm not worried about that, I'm worried that they won't be happy with the trip, since we had to change it..."

The first mate opened his mouth to reply when Branwys cut in. "Change it?"

Skipper started, then looked down. His face put on a smile that was only half genuine. "Yes, Miss. We're not going by Fidona and Daioh like we said, we're going the other way now toward Petropolis..."

"Yeah, we told you, Ma'am," the thinner man said, but was cut off as the Skipper hit him on top of the head with his hat.

"Ixnay on the ellingtay!"

Branwys giggled. "No, that's fine, that's what I wanted. Besides, you'll be fine. I think most of these people want the chance to see some water pokémon, or just the water."

With that, the ship left the dock. Not long after, a storm came up, sending them all careening across the bay.

All Branwys had been able to think was that she really should have known.

They had been forcibly beached. Luckily, they had been forcibly beached on the Petropolis side of the bay. After a moment of stunned, and Branwys thought, relieved silence, a rescue was called, and the crew and passengers were brought to Petropolis by a group called the Emergency Rescue Brigade. Branwys marveled at the helicopters, and spent a good amount of time being shown around the ERB facility, much to her delight and Dimo's chagrin.

The next morning, Branwys headed down the road, finding out she had missed Cesc's performance. She had no idea where he was going, until he texted her, and she was off. If he kept up, she could figure out where he was heading and meet him there...

An older gentleman in a cart had been eating his supper when she came across him. With a smile and a twinkle in his eye, he offered her a ride, bringing some grains and supplies to the very breeding center she had been going to. He introduced himself as George, set her in the back of the cart with some gently baaing mareep, and set off, muttering something about a plethora of little blonde girls leaving Petropolis. She had no idea what that meant, yet said nothing, mostly because the soft hay and warm sheep soothed her to nap.

When he woke her, she hopped out of the cart, brushed off the hay, and thanked him with a hug and some cash, which he refused, smiling and thanking her for the company. She looked down at her outfit: Brown dungarees, a beige button up shirt, hiking boots, since she had figured she would be walking for a while, and a green ascot at her neck like a scarf. If she'd had a hat, she'd look like a street ruffian, or, with the right kind of hat, an adventuring archeologist...

George had let her off at the back before he made his deliveries, and she want around to the front. Around the corner was a familiar sounding voice, and she stopped, looking around surreptitiously and seeing a devastatingly handsome man with an equally pretty girl shaking hands with an image that made her heart jump in her chest.

She'd done it without trying. She'd caught up with Cesc.

She had no idea who the other people were, and it didn't matter. Cesc was here, and she was happy.


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post Jun 25 2012, 02:43 PM
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Darryn was a little taken aback by the familiarity that the stranger in the meadow showed him, especially by knowing his name, but it quickly wore off as it usually did. Ever since his first Ribbon win, Darryn had had to face up to the reality that fame would come with his new career since every Contest he took part in would be a televised event so these interactions were becoming much more frequent. It was extremely odd, however, that anyone out in the middle of nowhere would manage to recognise him – the chances of that were crazy!

*He watched me get my Mirrormist Ribbon....* Flashes of the battle came back to Darryn as the other trainer spoke.

“Like, the pleasure is all ours! I'm Lyla!” Lyla shook the guy's hand, Cesc Rojas by name, and another memory was sparked in Darryn. Did his phonecall with Shalim mention someone with that name? Darryn thought this over as Lyla's beaming face turned a little red.

<Oh, pick your jaw up, will you?> Darryn sent to his cousin with his mind. She flinched and shot him a glare over her smile that said *do that again and your jaw will need picking up... off of the ground!*.

“Yeah, pleased to meet you, Cesc.” Darryn echoed Lyla as he shook his hand, using the moment of eye-contact to drink in every detail of the trainer. Not his type but certainly not unattractive, Lyla's reaction had been predicatble at best (she's fond of any halfway decent looking guy in case he is 'the one').

This guy was older than both Darryn and Lyla by a handful of years (Darryn's birthday was fast approaching so that gap would close soon enough) and in good shape, like Darryn. If anything, Darryn would say Cesc was slightly slimmer but they were around the same height and both were dressed very well, in fact a little too well for any regular trainers, which meant Darryn couldn't help but notice the co-ordination and accessories that the newcomer wore.

*He's certainly taken time to think about that outfit.* Darryn mused. *And it's better than mine!*

Darryn was glad that there was no mirror around for him to see the strikingly plain reflection that would greet him that day – straight leg jeans, walking boots, tight white tee and a dark maroon hooded sweater. His hair was swept back over his ears as usual and his bag still hanging from one shoulder – the strap crossing his chest. He looked like an everyday student and that made him feel even more terrible for being recognised like that by a stranger who would be used to seeing him in Contest outfits.
Even Lyla had a pretty summer dress (white and pink, naturally) that flared high above the knee to show off her pale, slim and long legs.

Well, given Darryn's appraisal, there was only one conclusion to draw from Cesc's attire and knowledge of who he was...

“I'm assuming you're a Co-Ordinator?” Darryn asked as he plucked a Pokeball from his bag. “My cousin here was just saying that its a perfect day for some battle training and I was in need of a sparring partner – that is, if you wouldn't mind battling with me?”

“Uh, Darryn,” Lyla rolled her eyes deeply, “you're totes acting like a Trainer when you just launch into 'Let's Battle!' mode like that. It's, like, embarrassing.” She scolded him but a moment later her eyes widened dramatically. “Oh gosh! You're not, like, a Trainer, are you?!” She bobbed her head in apology to Cesc, fire heating her pale cheeks. “Sorry, sorry!”

<Smooth.> Darryn laughed at her but movement in the corner of his vision stole his attention and he turned his head to see a short girl with blonde pigtails heading their way.


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post Jun 26 2012, 05:12 PM
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Cesc took Lyla's outstretched hand gently in his, placing his other hand on top of it.

"Not all yours, I hope." Cesc let out a soft chuckle before releasing her hand to shake Darryn's. He made sure to present a firm grip to his fellow Co-ordinator, as he definitely did not want to appear weak of spirit.

It gave him no shortage of joy that Darryn recognized him as a co-ordinator simply from a handshake and from his appearance. He found himself wishing that he possessed the ability to read people with a similar intuition and analysis. His spirit quavered a little, though, as Darryn retrieved a pokeball from the bag, essentially asking for a battle.

At Lyla's floundering, he shrugged offhandedly as he was entirely unoffended.

"I'm a Co-ordinator, too. No need to apologize. Honestly, I'd love a match against someone of Darryn's caliber." He flashed her quick smile, before flipping open his vest to reveal a set of four pokeballs attached to his suspender strap.

With the thought of battle looming up, Cesc attempted to recall as much information as possible from witnessing the televised match between Darryn and Rio. He remembered a Rapidash from the appeal, then a Pidgeotto and Vulpix from the battle round against an Exploud and a Mismagius. Considering his line-up, it meant that he would probably face pokemon with type advantages over his current team.

Seeing that Darryn had only drawn a single pokeball, it meant that he probably wanted 1-on-1 battles, rather than doubles. This was also acceptable, seeing as Cesc's forte lay in his double-battle combinations at the moment. Admittedly, Cesc needed the singles practice. On the other hand, it was a fantastic chance to watch someone else's combinations at work. Francesco Rojas, former street urchin, had no qualms whatsoever with a little artistic borrowing here and there.

"I've only four pokemon, so would a four-on-four be acceptable?" As his hand slowly moved to his pokeball strap, he watched as Darryn turned his head.

Instinctively turning in the direction of Darryn's gaze, he saw an incredibly welcome sight.

"Branwys!" His hand shot in the air as he waved, breaking into an excited trot over towards her, the impending battle instantly forgotten in the moment.


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"Cesc!"

Branwys trotted out herself, her mind off of the problems of a three hour tour gone wrong, off of the eerie coincidence of a young man guessing her exact situation, off of her aching feet and slightly sore back and cubone who was just beginning to grow wary of something in the area.

She did not think of the time that had passed when they were apart, or of the length she had waited for a text message, or of the long trip from the beach near Petropolis that had spanned more than one day on tiny feet powered by short legs.

She didn't think of the slightly disapproving, yet amused klinks coming from the harness on her bag which served, lately, as Tinka's pokéball, or of the huffing breathing of a cubone that had been disappointed to leave behind a potential friend and sparring partner, walk a long distance with no explanation, and not even get into a fight through it all, only to have his girl trotting toward a bo-- Oh, it was him. He was a good sort, at least...

She definitely didn't think of the two nearby, barely noticed as it was, and didn't think how this might look to them. How it might look that Cesc might have a little sister who he'd just found. Possibly that he had a young daughter, though she'd deny that if she'd thought of it. He was actually a little younger than she was, and, unlike her, didn't have anything making him look anything other than his age.

But she wasn't thinking at all about how it looked to people watching, which is why she jumped a few feet from him, let him catch her, and planted a kiss on him that would have had prude people fainting dead away.

Dimo put a claw to his forehead, but then that sense, that... tiny chill went up his spine again, and he looked around again. something was off, and Dimo didn't want to stay around for longer than he had to... if only he could speak human!


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Darryn watched on as the girl that Cesc had called out to, named Branwys, hurried off of the forest path and across the meadow towards them. She called back to him in kind, her corn-coloured pigtails flouncing cutely over her shoulders while she trotted through the grass. She must have been maybe 12 years old by Darryn's reckoning – she was smaller than Tuesday had been and was dressed more youthfully – and he suspected that she possibly be of some relation to Cesc. Well, from the way they initially reacted, anyway. The evidence against them was that they looked completely different and, oh yeah, she was sucking Cesc's face off!

Too late, Darryn saw the lustful crimson in the girl's Emotaglow and knew the assumption had been completely wrong. A faint gasp from the side of him and Darryn was met with waves of revulsion from Lyla who had lifted a hand to her mouth in shock. As the couple were continuing, Darryn was allowed a little time to work out Lyla's outraged emotions and his eyes widened at the realisation.

<Oh, God! Lyla! She's not that young really – she only looks it!>

Relief rebounded at him in baby blue bubbles. Darryn inwardly sighed. He'd assumed the same until the girl could be seen up close. Now that he could examine her closer, it was clear she had... developed... like any other girl that had been through puberty and that her development had been... well... successful.

It took a longer moment for Darryn to notice that they were not only in the presence of humans – a cute little Cubone had been hidden by the long grass and wild flowers and was watching the 'happy couple' with disdain. Darryn admired how the small Ground type had chosen to decorate his skull helmet – converting it into some sort of decorative war headdress complete with plume and golden battle goggles... Well, that's how Darryn saw it, anyway.

*Pretty Cool and Tough.* He mused further.

The the Cubone's skull came up and turn to the side, small eyes searching over the top of the grass before turning the other way and looking around in that direction. Darryn followed the Pokemon's gaze, the light breeze ruffling his hair. What was it looking at? Something incredibly faint tickled at Darryn's Empathy power but it was too tiny and distant to recognise or pinpoint. Probably just a forest Rattata or something like that.

He brought his attention back to the couple to wait for his introduction – no sense in being rude while he waited for his battle and hopefully this Branwys could be the referee if she was a trainer and knew something about battling.


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post Jun 29 2012, 04:38 PM
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Cesc fainted!

Surprised, but not really, Cesc caught Branwys with his arms. With the grace of a tango dancer, one hand hooked under her thigh, keeping her supported, while the other wrapped tightly around her upper back and shoulders.

The kiss she planted was nothing short of exactly what he'd wanted since they parted ways last. Evidently his invitation to do inappropriate things had been taken seriously. Well, it was a combination of both 'evidently' and 'thankfully'.

"Nice-" "-to-" "-see-" "-you." he managed to squeeze out while surfacing for air.

After a suspended moment of kissy-face happenings, Cesc begrudgingly lowered Branwys to the ground. The PDA session had lasted to what Cesc judged as 'appropriate-in-front-of-strangers' length, and he didn't want to keep Darryn waiting. As she settled back onto the floor, Cesc took a moment to wipe a the corners of his mouth with a thumb.

"Bran, meet Darryn and Lyla." Cesc raised his other hand, indicating the two people he'd just met. "Darryn and Lyla, Branwys Muphenz."

After the final round of introductions had come to a close, Cesc grinned broadly, suddenly filled with a bit more excitement than before. His adrenaline began to course, travelling along his body like a little electric shock.

"Darryn and I are about to have a match" he explained to Branwys, then turned to face his opponent from his new position. "Admittedly, Branwys is a better battler than I am. I'm pretty sure I end up relying on her and Dimo over there. Hi Dimo!" He waved cheerily at the bonekeeper, but the decorative Cubone looked fairly distracted.

Whether he got a reply from Dimo or not, Cesc snatched up a pokeball from his belt, tossing it in the air in front of him and allowing it to expand. As it fell back, Cesc shifted his body into what was easily recognizable as a starting position for a tango: His left leg was outstretched before him, with all his weight on his right. His right hand rested on his hip, with his elbow cocked back, while his left hand remained outstretched. The pokeball settled back in his open hand, fully formed and ready to summon its charge from within.

"I make no apologies for that delay," Cesc smiled, casting a sidelong glance over his shoulder at Darryn, his hazel eye shining mischeviously. "but I'm ready now. Oberon!"

With a sweeping backhand toss and a smooth ocho-pivot from Cesc, the pokeball popped open on the field, revealing Oberon, Cesc's Sneasel. The Dark Weasel came replete with a black newsie cap to match Cesc's, and a bandana around his neck, coloured to match the colour of his ear-feather.

The Dark/Ice Type pokemon stood in front of Darryn, arms crossed and sizing him up coolly as he waited for Darryn to make his choice. Cesc adopted the same arms crossed pose, a confident look resting comfortably on his face.

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Branwys grinned as Cesc set her down and introduced her to his companions. She could feel the heat on her face, but found that it was very easy to ignore. What a kiss!

Of course, she hadn't gotten to say much. While he had been greeting her, she had been busy trying to re-initiate the kiss. Talking was easy, the kissing was what she wanted just then! But, as it must, the time had come to disengage, and so she got to say something then. She leaned close to Cesc and whispered, just lough enough to be heard by him and any large eared pokémon who might be listening, "I'm wearing my bikini under my dress, just so you know..."

She landed on her feet when it seemed that his fingers went slack, but he recovered very quickly. He made the introductions, and Branwys took a moment to look over Cesc's new companions. A step up from their last companion together. The guy with the guitar wasn't bad looking, or exceptionally rude, but he had been a bit loud, and full of himself. She wondered where he was, currently, but put it out of her mind almost as soon as it entered.

Instead, she concentrated on Darryn and Lyla. Darryn was sharply, if simply dressed, and she thought he looked familiar, but couldn't quite place him. He was stunningly attractive, almost as much (more, even, to an unbiased eye, which she decidedly was not) as Cesc. His hair was well groomed, and he stood with excellent posture. His face was also very expressive, and kind.

His companion, a young girl with exquisite features, had been affected by something, and the implications of that gave Branwys a warm glow. She wasn't shocked, angry, or mortified, too much, which meant that Branwys had not been taken for a young child. At least, she wasn't being taken so now. This lead to the realization that she might have been, and it might have caused some trouble for Cesc, because she had been too impatient to wait and let people realize she was not a ten year old. Her face flamed again in shame, and it took her some moments to regain composure.

"Hello!" she called, smiling shyly. "Branwys Muphenz, from Unova. Over there," she said, pointing to Dimo, who had caught Darryn's eye and even waved, if distractedly, back at Cesc, "is Dimo, my faithful cubone partner, and here," she said, holding up her bag and showing off what looked like a large gear decoration, "is Tinka, my klink best friend! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

She watched the introductions, staying on Cesc's side of the makeshift arena, but looked over at Lyla. Perhaps, once the boys had finished their battle, she and Lyla could have a go at one...


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The girl named Branwys seemed cute and polite enough to Darryn's eyes, ears and more importantly, Empathic power. Her aura was light and cheerful, her mood lusty and hopeful, and everything he read from around her was worn directly on her sleeve. He liked that in a person and found himself smiling as a result. Next to him, Lyla was also smiling as her shock rapidly faded and her Emotaglow took on a pale shade of relief.

Cesc rapidly drew Darryn back to the proposal of battle and the pair immediately sought out a roughly sized battle arena in the meadow, their female companions naturally picking the side that they would stand on to support. With the distance mapped out, Darryn handed Lima to Lyla.

“Now, Lima,” Darryn fondly stroked the Cleffa's head and readjusted her blue flower barrette, “I'd like you to watch this battle and think about how a Co-Ordinator battle relies on timing and special tactics that don't always aim for a KO. Then, after we've had a practice, we'll see if you can battle against another trainer. How does that sound?”

“Fa! Cleh! Cleh-Fa!” Lima clapped her hands with delight, wriggling stiffly in Lyla's grip.

“Lima's still, like, a baby,” Lyla reminded her cousin, “it'll take totes more practice before she can battle.”

“No way,” Darryn shook his head and grinned at the pink puff in her arms, “this one's a fighter already – I'd let her battle right now if I had any clue what her attacks were like.”

“Fafafafafaaa!” Lima seemed to like this claim even more than the last. Lyla sighed and took a step back, allowing Darryn to face off against Cesc.

*A Sneasel!* Darryn noted the choice of his opponent and peered a little closer. *And a confident one at that. Lady's Flamethrower, Bravo's Heat Wave and Romeo's Double Kick... All would give me the advantage here...*

A Pokeball from Darryn's bag found his hand and he span in a boyband-esque manner, tossing the Dive Ball aloft, complete with ball capsule and seals in place, ending with a point to the sky. Bubbles and stars erupted from its core, expelling Darryn's choice of combatant.

“I choose you, Victor!”

“Squirtle!” Darryn's Tiny Turtle landed gracefully, performing the exact same spin and point that Darryn had just executed.

“And if the first move is up to us, then we'll go with a new combo - Iron Defence!” Darryn ordered.

Victor jumped, span, withdrew into his shell, and his body began to glisten like diamonds as his carapace grew tougher before the onlookers' very eyes.

“Now Rapid Spin!”

Still aloft, a blast of air came out of Victor's shell and he was away, a glittering disc hurtling straight for Cesc's Sneasel!


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Cesc watched with a soft smile on his face as Darryn and Lyla discussed the cute fat Cleffa. Lima, evidently, was the newest addition to Darryn's roster, and Cesc had no doubt that he'd soon be seeing the adorably chubby pokemon perform, either in person or on television.

In the meantime, Cesc took the opportunity to wink back at Branwys, tossing a smooch in her direction to go with it. He snapped his attention back as he heard the fabled: "I choose you" words pierce the air. Complete with Seals, which Cesc had not yet applied, a strong looking Squirtle appeared on the field. The urchin looking co-ordinator looked a bit taken aback at the choice of pokemon, having figured that Darryn would use one of his fire types. Nevertheless, Water didn't take much damage from a Sneasel's ice moves, so it appeared that Darryn had chosen defensively, to counter Oberon's swift and rapid offenses. He certainly wasn't going to win via knockout.


Darryn and Victor's initial combination seemed pretty well thought out; not only did it create a rather dazzling effect, reflecting the scattered light from between the foliage, it also served to boost Squirtle's defenses against the mainly physical attacks from Oberon. Then, in one fell motion, it turned the defensive move into a dazzling offensive one.

"Oberon! Viento Hielo" Cesc had been itching to try out single pokemon combinations. Unfortunately, he didn't really have any prepared (especially since his focus had always been on double battles), but now he weaved one together on the fly, hoping it would work.

The frigid wind shot out of Sneasel's mouth as the weasel snapped his head forward. The glittering air provided some turbulence for the Tiny Turtle's trajectory, while also shooting off the rapidly spinning carapace and creating a beautiful splash of shimmering air. Oberon's Icy Wind was not a particularly powerful attack, so Victor's Rapid Spin still made its way through, knocking into the Dark type and flipping him backwards.

"Now, through the icy air, Ataque Rápido!"

With a nod after landing, Oberon burst forward with alarming speed, springing over his opponent into the still glimmering cloud that the dispersed icy wind had created. As he slashed through it, the air caught up in the vacuum of his wake, trailing him like a comet tail as he adroitly spun and lanced towards his opponent. Due to Victor's Iron Defence, it wouldn't do much damage, but when he sprang away, the trail of icy air would impact and burst out once more.

Cesc placed a finger on his chin, a concerned look crossing his face. He wasn't quite sure if he liked the effect yet. His mind briefly wandered to seeing it in conjunction with Bardolph's Vacuum Wave, wondering if it would be a better image. For the moment, he turned to Branwys, giving her a questioning look and hoping for some feedback.


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Branwys grinned and sat nearby, "catching" the tossed smooch and putting it in her pocket. For later, of course. She giggled and blew one right back at him.

For luck, of course.

The iconic phrasing of Darryn's beginning to combat made Branwys sit up. Not many people held to the classic overtures, and she was pleased to find someone who at least remembered, or had studied in the past. Yes, she had good reason why she was well versed in some of these classic battle gestures: Most of the people she spent almost all of her time with were in their thirties or forties, and she learned everything she knew from them, but it was still good to see that such etiquette was well in place. The seals and capsules, a new thing, in fact something that had not really caught on in Unova, were impressive as well. This was not going to be some down and dirty gym battle, that was for certain!

And it wasn't. Darryn's squirtle glowed as the Iron Defense effect caught rays of light sifting through the foliage and bounced them out in a spectacular reflection, then set himself spinning like a top, flying like Captain Almia's shield toward Oberon! Branwys' back went ramrod straight, her eyes widening. It was so pretty, yet part of her wondered why? Why would someone take the time to make their moves showy?

Was this some kind of new pokémusical, or pokéwood film? That didn't seem right, either. First, there was no music, which was a surprisingly important part of a pokémon musical. And she couldn't see any cameras about. Maybe they were rehearsing...

No. No, this was too measured, spontaneous yet still planned. Improvisational, yet with a definite purpose. Darryn had attacked, and now Cesc was responding, Having Oberon coat the field with an Icy Wind, then sending him to send the mists sparkling behind him in a quick attack.

Branwys was jolted out of her analysis by Cesc looking at her. Why was he looking at her? There was a battle going on! She swallowed thickly, smiled, and waved. He had a thoughtful, quizzical look on his face. Was he asking her opinion? She barely knew what was going on!

She swallowed her panic and smiled wider. It was a pretty move, and maybe that was the point.

She glanced at Dimo, who was a bit twitchy, looking around. Would he learn to make his moves with style? Laughing a bit, she patted his helmet. He twitched, but then sat next to her, holding his bone club across his thighs rather than putting it down at his side. No, she thought, he wouldn't, but, then, he was a good fighter. He wouldn't need to.

But it wouldn't hurt to broaden his horizons some...


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“Wow!” Lyla's pen scribbled quickly on her notebook. “That's, like, a totally amazing way to show of a Quick Attack!” Her praise, although for the opposition, was well said in Darryn's ears. He knew well enough that such a rapid response that utilised the ice on the field would definitely mean a drop in Darryn's points and it gave nothing back for Victor to play off of.

Darryn lowered his brow. Yes, that was an impressive combo, indeed. A stunning counter attack which left no loose ends to be taken and woven into a new pattern that he could benefit from. Cesc's style reminded him of Rio's performance in Petropolis. Every move was designed to keep the challenger on the back foot, leaving them exposed to start each round afresh. Darryn didn't like being in that position – defensive combos were much easier to prepare for so leading combos had to be spot-on to catch another Co-Ordinator off guard.

“Victor! Counter attack with Bubblebeam and Ice Punch!”

“Squirtle!” Victor emerged from his shell mid-air after being hit dead-on by the Sneasel's Quick attack and spat a string of fist-size bubbles in his wake. Landing with a tight skid on the grass, the Tiny Turtle charged back at the falling bubbles and his fists began to stream with a frozen power.

“Squir squir squir squir squirtle!” He punched the bubbles with the icy strength in his palms, sending them rocketing back at the Sneasel as a barrage of frozen orbs.

“Woah!” Lyla's notebook was forgotten for the time being. “How is that, like, possible?! Shouldn't the bubbles just, like, pop?”

Darryn grinned inwardly. And then followed it up with an outward grin.

“Vitcor knew this combo before I even caught him.” He admitted with pride. “Whoever released him didn't realise what a great job he was doing before it was too late. Victor's timing is spot-on and the Ice-type heritage he has means that he can freeze water in rapid time and allow him to do awesome moves like these! Nice job, Victor!”

“Squir!” The Tiny Turtle gave the tumbs-up over his shoulder before turning back to his opponent.


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Seeing Branwys' smile immediately sent a wave of confidence through him. With a nod, he turned back to the battle, watching Victor drop a spray of bubbles.

The surprising turn of events came when the Tiny Turtle began punching them, sending suddenly frigid bullets streaking towards Oberon.

Thinking quickly, Cesc issued another quick set of commands, instinctively keeping to the defense in order to interrupt this new combo and turn it in his favour.

"Multiplicación! Golpes Furia!" While he ordered the techniques in combination, he heard Lyla and Darryn chatting. He only caught the tail end of their conversation after his commands, but it at least explained that the Squirtle had some Ice Pokemon in his heritage, which explained the rapid freezing of the bubbles rather than popping them.

Meanwhile, Oberon's image shimmered for a moment, splitting into several forms, all identical copies of himself. The Sneasel was now using his innate agility to its fullest, creating after images through incredibly swift movement, without giving any indication that he was moving at all.

Upon hearing the second command, each one broke into a chain of elegant but deadly slashes. Oberon's claws slashed cleanly through a majority of the frigid bullets, shattering them and sending yet another glittering display into the air.

Yet, Victor's attack had still been incredibly powerful, and a few of the ice bubbles broke Oberon's defense. As the first several shots of the salvo shattered, a few slipped through, hitting Cesc's competitor heavily. The Sneasel stumbled back a few paces, losing his composure for the moment.

Cesc frowned, concerned for the well-being of his comrade, but also disappointed that the defensive combination had not entirely been a success. He imagined points falling on his side of the field as well, given the ferocity and beauty of Darryn's combination. While his own hadn't been a poorly executed one, Oberon had been overwhelmed by the attack. The difference in ability and style in this battle was becoming evident to Cesc.

Oberon took his place back on the field, staring defiantly at his chelonian opponent, holding one of his claws over his chest area, where one of the ice bubbles had struck. Cesc chanced another glance back at Branwys, but quickly snapped his attention back to the match, ready for Darryn's next move. The more seasoned co-ordinator had paid absolutely no heed to Cesc's masked play, but at least he wasn't able to predict the combinations based solely off of the commands, like Carmen had.

Really, Cesc's co-ordinating career had shot into 'hard-mode' incredibly quickly, going from Seiccan, a talented upstart, to Carmen, a Hall Leader, and now to Darryn, a more seasoned co-ordinator. This wasn't an easy string of battles, but Cesc was 2 for 2 in Contest Battles, and he wasn't ready to break the streak so quickly.


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Branwys was, to say the least, stunned.

As a little girl, she had always liked watching movies with her brothers (and Zeetha) more than with her sisters. Her sisters always picked shows like Misty's Secret Journey or The Top Percentage (By Joey). Coming of age stories, or romances (she began to see the appeal of romances at around 13, however), or girly kid's shows.

The boys (and Zeetha) preferred imported films like Fist of the Jackal, Four Flung Foes, or the most recent Spruce Lee film, 99 Problems and a Kick is All of Them. Those were fun, and the pokemon in them were awesome. In one of them, a medicham had used psychic powers to combine Surf with Close Combat in order to punch water past his opponents seemingly unbreakable guard (using CHOPSTICKS!) and beat him. Branwys knew almost from the beginning that was fake: Medicham couldn't learn either one of those moves (as her sister Agatha and brother Tarvek loudly complained about whenever they saw it), but it had been fun to watch.

But, right before her very eyes, Darryn's squirtle had done a slower version of that very technique.

Branwys bit her lip, looking between Cesc and Darryn, and for a few, electric seconds, she wasn't sure who to root for..!

She looked across at Lyla. The other (younger?) girl was rooting for her friend (boyfriend?) with all the gusto of a manic valley girl cheerleader, but even as Branwys thought it, she felt that the assessment wasn't nearly fair. She ducked her head, hoping, still, to get a battle in with Lyla, and softly knocked on Dimo's skull helm, a signal they had developed long ago which was a combination of "be ready for anything" to "tonight we steal cookies!"

Dimo was looking out into the forest nearby. More than his sight, the field of vision of which was slightly hindered by the helm, his nose was telling him something odd... the grass was odd, somehow...

The grass was empty...


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“Let's finish it off!” Darryn's call was a change in focus. Cesc's Sneasel, though much much faster than Victor, was comparably much much weaker when it came to defence. Although only a couple of glancing blows had hit home, the difference in strength was clear as the weasel stroked his chest where an ice orb had struck.

*And his Emotaglow is hardly brimming with confidence aymore.* Darryn added to himself.

“Time for a Water Pulse right at the ground!”

“Squiiir...” Victor charged the swirling ball of water between his palms, allowing it to grow into a sphere almost as large as his own head then, with a hop to get over it completely, released it at the ground. “TLE!”

WOOOSH!

Victor's small body was catapulted high into the air, his arms and legs and head and tail all sucking swiftly inside the Tiny Turtle's hard shell. In the air, Darryn's Squirtle span serenely on the spot over the grassland with shimmering droplets of water scattering all around him when...

“Hydro Pump!”

Darryn's final order elicited a stunning explosion of water from every open hole in Victor's shell which, as the move powered up, propelled the Squirtle into a spiralling frenzy like an aqua-driven catherine wheel. Angling slightly, Victor's blasting attack swept the ground as he fell, knocking out copies of the Sneasel's Double Team with ease. Bit by bit the copies were being extinguished and Darryn couldn't help but feel that all of their training together had paid off! Victor was Contest Battle ready!

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Lyla jumped on the spot, throwing her fists in the air as she cheered Victor on. She had never ever seen the small Water-type battle with such a level of controlled style and his timing was pretty much perfect after he and Darryn had spent so long perfecting those moves! It had been weeks since her cousin had won the Mirrormist Ribbon and his training had been solely focused on priming Victor for battle.
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”My strategy?” Darryn sipped the coffee slowly, his eyes taking on a far-away gaze that glittered with excitement. “To drop the half of the speed style of my battling in Contests and replace it with sheer toughness. Victor can take way more hits than anyone and that is what will throw the next Leader off. Just you wait and see.”
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“Cleeeh!” Lima wailed at Lyla's feet where she had been set down so the Breeder could cheer unhindered. Her tiny eyes shone with delight, pink puffy body bouncing in the grass.

“That's, like, so so awesome!” Lyla crooned, her blonde hair sweeping around her in the breeze. “You can do it, Victor!”


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Cesc took a step back, awe written clearly on his face as he watched Victor ascend into the air. The rather magnificent Water-Pulse Elevator had stunned him into silence for the moment, as he found himself unable to think up a proper counter for it.

He was so used to having two pokemon to riff off of one another. While it was hardly an excuse, he saw now how it'd been a hindrance in his training. Cesc's style relied too heavily on the interplay between his two fighters.

Then again, even with two pokemon on the field, the ensuing Hydro Pump turned out to be a devastating attack. Cesc marveled at the sheer power of the Tiny Turtle as the jets of water blasted out over their makeshift battleground. Oberon's Double Team copies vanished under the torrential blasts of water, and when the attack subsided, the original lay at Cesc's feet, gasping for air. The Sneasel wasn't unconscious, but it certainly looked like he wasn't moving for awhile. The mere fact that he'd stayed conscious after such a terrifying move spoke wonders to the Pokemon's tenacity despite his frailer constitution.

Cesc knelt down, returning the Dark Weasel into his pokeball with a smile of admiration on his face.

"Come back, Oberon. You performed admirably."

Rising back up, Cesc could not conceal his disappointment. Not only had he snapped his winning streak; he'd done so in a manner of three turns. Darryn Kellor had wiped the floor with him with three well thought-out combinations.

"That was incredible." The co-ordinator flicked the brim of his hat, before resting his cheek on his hand, the other arm crossed to support and complete the image. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a match for you and Victor there."


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"That...

was...

AMAZING!"

Branwys threw her hands up in the air, her eyes wide, her pigtails flopping as she stood up. "I can't believe it! I saw it, and I still can't believe it! You were all, 'WHOOSH', but he was all 'ha ha! I SPARKLE', and you were all, 'grrr', but he went 'KA-CHOW!' and you were like, 'I HAVE YOU NOW,' and he was all, 'Oh, no, you DI-in't!' and you were all, 'well, no, I di-in't, but I COULD have!' and I'm talking too much so I'll shut up now..."

Branwys made good on her offer to be quiet. Which was more than likely both smart and needed, as the tirade of minutes ago had been accompanied by clenched hands, pantomimed reactions, and even an obligatory head wiggle for the last two actions, complete with a raised finger and a cocked hip on the first one that would have made Beyonce want to put a ring on it.

But, of course, it was Branwys. The silence lasted for ten minutes, a personal best. "But what was that? I mean, I have seen pokemon dance and sing on stage, and I've seen fighting, but that was like... fighting, but also dancing, and I've only seen that once, in the off Nimbasa performance of A Pokéside Story! Cesc, is this what you were doing before?" Her eyes widened. "Is this a contest?"

In the mean time, Dimo was looking toward the grass. His head twitched as he heard the soft klink from Branwys' bag.

<Ja, ja, it vos gut. Excitink unt all dot.> Another series of klinks sounded, and Dimo's head whipped in the bag's direction. <Whot hyu talkink aboot? Hyu talkink nonsense. Hy am not scart of anytink...>

Tinka whirred, hardly allowing her gears to touch. Only Dimo, and possibly another, large eared pokemon close by, could hear the soft klinks.

<Ja. Dot... losink de gorl... dot Hy am afraid of...>


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Darryn knelt down to receive the flying-embrace that Victor delivered him after the win. His Hydro Pump was the biggest gun in his arsenal and it had proven quite firmly to be just as spectacular as it was powerful. The progress the Tiny Turtle had made since his capture was startling and Darryn was also proud of the job he was doing building a relationship with the Water-type. In previous days, before his donated Empathy, he might not have been met with the gleeful hug from his own Pokemon and he certainly wouldn't have hoped for one. But now... Now it was... Nice.

Darryn rose to meet Cesc's gaze across the field, his own Pokemon recalled after the match.

“I'm afraid I'm not much of a match for you and Victor there.”

“Maybe not when it came to the knockout but my points would have been falling the whole way if we'd been on a stage.” Darryn admitted in return. “Those counter attacks were really fast and kept us on the ropes when we should have been pressing ahead. Great battle!”

The petite girl, Branwys, seemed to agree that the performance on both sides of the field was particularly spectacular and her excitement was more than a little contagious. Darryn found himself grinning.

“This has totes got to be the best I've ever seen Victor battle!” Lyla stroked the turtle's head fondly. “He's, like, really got that timing right now, huh?”

“Yeah, he's-” Darryn paused and looked around at the nearby grass with searching eyes. “Where's Lima?”

“She's right over th-” Lyla pointed at a bare patch of grass on the ground. Then she began twisting her head about frantically. “She's over... there? There? Oh, baby Pokemon, like, totally do this all the time! Uh, Lima? Lima?!”

“You lost my Cleffa!?” Darryn yelled at his cousin when it became rapidly clear that the starshape Pokemon was nowhere in sight. “You're meant to be the daycare expert, Ly!”

“I didn't lose her!” Lyla protested, colour rising in her cheeks and water filling her eyes. “She lost us!”

“We didn't move!” Darryn smacked a hand to his forehead. “I knew I shouldn't have put her down!”

“But Darryn, I-”

“Ssshhh!” Darryn's eyes had fluttered closed but the hand remained plastered to his forehead in concentration. <I'll find her in just a minute.>

“I didn't know you could-”

<Shut up, Ly!> Darryn berated his cousin quickly. <Those guys are strangers to us – I don't go talking about this stuff with just anybody. Just give me some time and let me focus, okay?>

“Uh-OK... I'm sorry, Darryn...” Lyla held a knuckle to her lips with worry. <Oops. I mean, OK.> Lyla tried to sweep away her frown and plaster a smile on her face as she rubbed the back of her head and waved to Cesc and Branwys.

“Looks like the battle was, like, a bit intense! Darryn's just got a little headache – it'll totally be over in a minute or two.” She lied through her practically perfect teeth. “So while he's dealing with that, we never got to ask – how come you're here at the Bouquet of Bonnies? Are you, like, interested in Pokemon Breeding?”


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post Jul 23 2012, 10:23 PM
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Disappointment was not air one could keep with Branwys' infectious excitement filling the air. Cesc found his smile returning almost instantly as Branwys gave her intense summation.

"No need to shut up." Cesc laughed as he placed a gentle arm on her shoulder "I'm sure Darryn would agree that it's what we co-ordinators live for."

He wasn't quite sure he could speak for co-ordinators as a population, considering that he was still very much a novice in the world. However, the fact the remained that he was a perfectly validated one, with a ribbon to testify to his abilities. Darryn Kellor, a well-known name in the field, had also just complimented his battle style, which was a pretty big accomplishment as well, in Cesc's book.

"Why yes, my dear Miss Muphenz, this is a contest. Except normally there would be bar or wheel of points, like a life bar in a video game. One's creativity in creating breath-taking displays or in countering your opponent's is taken into account, and you lower the other co-ordinator's points." He complemented his little explanation with sweeping gestures of his hands, showing imaginary points falling on imaginary boards. "And you also get five minutes!"

He was about to launch into a recounting of his contest in Fidona for Branwys' sake, but Darryn interrupted by loudly berating his pretty cousin. Francesco Rojas was not an entirely chivalrous man, but he felt a strong urge to step in and defend the lady.

But, tact triumphed over chivalry, and Cesc remained quiet. He didn't know these two travelers, and he felt it best not to intervene at the moment, even if he felt sorry for the bubbly Lyla.

Darryn closed his eyes, but he held his hand to his head, a pose reminiscent of Rodin's Thinker, and he appeared to be concentrating intensely. Cesc blinked for a moment, looking at the image. Darryn looked like one of those detectives on the television, who, with great mental prowess, could sew together strings of seemingly meaningless detail into the most excellent and usually correct explanation.

The only thing off with the picture was that Lyla continued the conversation without Darryn actually addressing her, especially after she had been shushed.

Cesc prided himself in his intuition, and he figured he'd stumbled across something completely unknown. It was safest, for now, to let it remain a mystery, against his more curious instincts.

"Oh, it was definitely intense." Cesc nodded in assent, still watching Darryn.

Then, a lightbulb went off in his head, flashing an almost mischevious light from behind Cesc's mismatched eyes. Darryn really did look like one of those detectives from tv, and with the right costume and a sneaky pokemon like a Sneasel, one could potentially pull off a thrilling crime-solving appeal. He pulled out a notepad from his pocket and quickly scribbled the inspiration down.

"Well, I wanted to learn a little about pokemon breeding, most specifically, passing techniques down from generation to generation. Having some of those special moves that a pokemon normally wouldn't learn can come as a surprise during contests, right?" He smiled over at Branwys, still a bit caught up in the gravity of her excitement. "I hadn't seen Branwys in awhile, so I asked her to meet me."

Noting that Darryn still appeared to be wrapped in the throes of his 'headache', Cesc reciprocated the question in turn:

"What about you two?


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