[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]

Pan returned her aerodactyl back to her pokeball as she followed Douken and the host Siegfried into the inn. The lobby area was nice, or so she presumed. The researcher was bombarded with brochures on Crescent Inn, its upcoming “Battle Arcade”, and its pokemon populations. As a researcher, the latter was particularly interesting; perhaps she could do some hiking in the evening. But first, they needed lodging.

Mr. Rost had offered them one room for quite a bit of money. It seemed a bit presumptuous to assume they wanted the same room, not to mention a little leery that he would be so willing to group teenage couples together with one bed. As a businessman, one would think he would have offered two rooms first! It most certainly would have been preferred by Pan, but the price point was rather steep. Still, he had a monopoly on hotels in the area, so beggars could not be choosers. They would have to rough it out in one room.

Before she could inquire about walls separating the beds, Pan was immediately taken aback when Douken threw in Darryn’s name to save more money. Pan had known the coordinator for years and would never consider taking advantage of her friend’s fame. Douken stayed with him for a few weeks and was acting as though he was his latest beau. They hadn’t been away from Petropolis for a week and he was already trying to score another free meal off the coordinator. The nerve! When Douken turned to Pan, he would be met with a death stare and crossed arms, a signal that he had crossed some sort of line.

“Well,” Pan said in a very bitter tone, “let me sweeten the pot for you. I’ll be sleeping outside.” With that, Pan turned around and headed in the opposite direction, beating the angry patron out the door. It was the first time she had ever become angry with Douken since…ever? They were normally good-natured partners, but using their acquaintance (mostly hers) with the coordinator to save a buck just seemed wrong.

As she stormed down the stairs, and onto the field, Pan noticed that her pokegear was ringing. Her anger subsided just briefly as the name “Justin” appeared on the screen. She quickly answered the phone and kept walking around the property.

“Hey,” Pan replied, not particularly well-versed in greetings after one night stands. “Um, I’m at this little inn at the bottom of Mt. Carello. You think you can get here?”

As Justin inquired about her situation, the researcher took a glance at her stomach and kept her reply brief.

“Let’s just say this isn’t something a phone conversation can cover…”