[X] My Assistant

[Douken Sota]

All bunnying has already been pre-approved with the characters in advance.

Flying with the Aerodactyl made a major difference when it came to travel time compared to flying above the Arcanine. Unless there was a pile of Snorlax rising higher than Mount Carello or the original size of the meteor that could of killed them, there was very little that could slow them down, let alone stop them. However, sometimes you do get some funny reactions. Like Sabre passing by another flock of Skarmory and his jaw dropping as one in the other flock cawed like crazy, as if laughing.

"Don't tell me that was the Skarmory you were trying to replace back at the farm." Bullseye as Sabre cried like crazy, throwing Douken off his back before catching his shoulders in the bird's talons. "Okay, okay, I get it. Nice set up for the Sky Drop though. You seemed to of been doing some practice."

Raising up, the bird let go of Douken before looping quickly and catching the human on his back again. That damn Xatu, Sabre thought. I'm really going to get that bitch...

With the sun quickly falling, Douken called to Pan, "Looks like night's coming. Might be a good chance to land and make camp while we can still see land this easily." The bird's have been flying nonstop anyways, so they must be exhausted as well. However, camp seemed to of found them as a rotating spotlight caught the trainers, which made Douken see what was going on.

Out on the mountainside was a light purple, four story building, stretched as long as 26 rooms (as seen by the windows) The top of the building seemed to of had a greenhouse touch to it, as all he could really see was green through the glass roof. Each end of the roof, however, had four rotating spotlights on each side and the center was set up with a helipad.

"Wonder what that is..." Douken muttered. "Hey Pan, wanna check it out?"

[Toogee]

I just left Petropolis today. Most of my time there went by as normal, but the last couple days were really hectic. Some dark cult crashed the museum gala and released the fossil pokemon I was reviving on stage (did I mention I was on stage?). Turned out that my fossil pokemon was an aerodactyl, and a particularly rare color strain at that. She was going to fly away, so I had to keep her in my sights. I jumped right on top of the pokemon and we flew off through the city. I heard there was a news report on it; someone should get me a link to that. Anywho, we managed to bring her back down to earth for me to capture. Since she was a bit wild to display for the public, the museum is allowing me to take her for training and research.

My little cleffa Lima is off doing the contest circuit with Daz. They’re going to get a bunch of ribbons, so cheer them on. (Daz, if you’re reading this, I forgot to mention that Lima is going through a phase. She doesn’t like feeling dirty, so give her a bath once a day at least. Otherwise, she’ll get really fussy).

Right now, Douken and I are on the way to Gigarte so he can get his next badge. I’m still waiting for my next assignment, so I’m just going to tag along until then. It’s so much easier to get around now that I have Valkyrie (the aerodactyl). It shouldn’t be too long until we reach Gigarte.

See you soon,

Pan

Pan’s journey across Furoh had gone exponentially faster now that she could join Douken in the sky. Upon the wings of Valkyrie, her shiny aerodactyl, the researcher sailed above the usual routes and their obstacles. Despite Pan’s fears, the fossil pokemon proved to be rather good tempered, following commands to land when the need arose. Though she was good to Pan, it was not so clear as to whether express the same courtesy to anyone else.

At her height, Pan saw the continent in a whole new perspective. Its vastness was quite evident; the rural countryside didn’t seem to have any end. It was infinite seas of green grass bordering along a massive forest on the foot of the great Mt. Carello. All of Pan’s worries were miles below her as she took in the beauty of the land.

Just then, Douken suggested that they visit the building below them. It wasn’t just any building though. A glass roof emphasized a place of luxury, specifically for those who wanted to stargaze indoors. There seemed to be plenty of room judging from all the windows on the sides, though the spotlights that pierced the orange sky were attempting to fill the place to full capacity. Such an invitation only encouraged Pan to dive down further to investigate.

“Sure, let’s dive down,” Pan replied, eager to see what this place was about. She loved adventuring in general, but perhaps the researcher’s favorite part was spontaneity. Coming across some hidden treasure (or in this case, an intriguing building) was what made a regular expedition into an extraordinary one. She had her share of surprises over her adventures: the massive tree in Fidona, the Groudon temple in the Underground, and even an ancient world preserved beneath their feet were among her finds. Someday, Pan would enjoy recalling her adventures to her child.

That day, of course, was coming sooner than she expected. Pan had only found out recently that she was pregnant, but she was still watching her stomach for a baby bump. It was a countdown timer for when her body would tell everyone her secret. Pan had every intention to tell her friends, but the one person she absolutely had to tell first was Justin. What was thought to be the last act of their lives turned out to be the first of another. As soon as she told him, Pan would be free of carrying her secret. If only he would pick up the damn phone…

“AEEEERRRRROOOOOO!!!”

One thing Pan found out about her latest capture: Valkyrie loved to make an entrance. As they dived downward and slowed for a landing, the aerodactyl gave a mighty roar. It drew more than a few people to their windows, not to mention it scared the magicarp out of a few passersby. Once they landed, the people stood in awe of the ancient pokemon, her shiny purple scales glittering in the dimming afternoon light. Pan dismounted and stroked the pokemon’s chin as she took a better look at the building.

The purple building turned out to be a hotel called “Crescent Inn” judging from the sign posted above the door. Though there seemed to be plenty of rooms, the people gathered at the windows suggested that they were filling pretty quick. With a helipad built upon the roof, something told Pan that rooms didn’t come cheap.

“I don’t know, Douken,” Pan said, “This might be a bit too rich for a couple of walk-ins to snag some rooms.”