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"I have some extra money if you two are interested, I'm quite hungry too." He said in a polite tone, as he smiled at Hiba, at least he wasn't the only one who was starving. He wondered how Eevee, Riolu, and, Ralts might stack up to this gym leader, if any of his pokemon doubled as poison, Ralts could give them a hell of a fight, but Riolu and Eevee would probably just even out, he wondered if maybe he should just catch another pokemon, preferably a fire type to be on the safe side.

"My treat, think of it as a way to thank the both of you for helping me in this new region get a start." He said a smile across his face, the offer was legitamite, and he meant it, besides friends were always something you could use his father taught him.

((there hopefully that helps with what you can say lol))

AJ shrugged he wasn't really sure what to make of Henrietta just yet, so he turned to Hiba hoping for a positive answer, besides having the knowledge he did of the gyms, he might be able to tell AJ where some decent fire types roamed near by, or maybe a flying type, AJ wasn't real picky but like everyone he had his favorites.

((BASK!))

While Pansear managed to save himself from an immediate splashdown, due to Solosis' Telekinesis forcing him away, that was the most ground he was going to get. If he were to try and hop back onto the dock, he'd let go and lose his only means of staying out of the water in the process.

If the monkey reversed time and tried holding onto the dock instead, he'd feel Solosis' Telekinetic power dragging him towards the water and would likely be incapable of doing anything but hang on for dear dryness. This meant that Salem would be safe from further assault by the monkey and Foongus would be the only real battler to worry about.

Meanwhile, Solosis went through with his Psywave, destroying Mega Drain in the process. Flame Burst came down on him, but thanks to Wayne's quick shout of "Light Screen!" the psychic managed to shield himself from most damage and drive the flames away with a swing of his shield.

In fact, thanks to the burst nature of the attack, the impact and subsequent swinging of Flame Burst, Solosis was able to send Pansear's flames raining down on the poor mushroom pokémon.

Astonishing, yes, but Foongus isn't exactly fast; he'd be unlikely to dodge or get off his Astonish in time to effect the fire. And as if to drive home the fact that I love "Telekinesis!" Wayne ordered a wave to be sent towards Foongus.

Regardless of the fact that Astonish is normally a physical move instead of a soundwave, any use of the technique should be stopped by Foongus being uprooted. Unless Foongus suddenly acquired the ability to move faster than a slug, it'd be picked up with its face aimed towards the floor; the lack of power coming from incorrect use of the Astonish technique would prevent it from being useful at all.

It'd get a backrub made from fire.

((I saw a baby cow get its head sliced off today, so I'm sorry if I come across as a bit off.))

((You have to read the summary thread and submit a character via PM to myself or Marsuru. 3: ))

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((Still nasty shizzwizz))

((Day 5 is the longest day in history. Let's go people, to day 6!))

The dead of night, Nacrene city. Jackie and Jump's find had not ended poorly. The forensics team had worked a miracle. A miracle at finding that they weren't tracking the person responsible for the massacre.(she never used aura then, however the sword lady did) They did, however, manage to get samples from the police station.

They called in an agent to track down the lead, and that's where this story begins. The cool night spring air might've brought shivers to the normal person. However, the character we follow now had no such trouble with it. Clad in black ops gear, a black suit armored to protect against bullets and an eyepatch stylized headset, a single mechanical eye sat over her own. There was no color for the night vision. However, to the wearer there was a glow. Like looking at a computer screen, things, objects, were analyzed at high speeds. Databases for faces, outlines in shadow for objects. The perfect device for close range information gathering.

The Keen Eye, a genius invention of the man who went by 'The Scientist', served its purpose in following the trails of Aura. Capable of identifying signatures with the user, it was like looking at people using heat vision. However, it utilized aura waves in place of heat, and if someone matched the designated signature, it was an easy find.

The search brought the agent to the Pokemon Center of Nacrene City. Her team followed behind, garbed identically. "She's inside," was the hand gesture. Not a complex motion with her hands and fingers, but it got the job done.

"Evacuate it," was the next one. It took exactly fifty four seconds to awaken and empty the Pokemon center rooms, in that time Emily - the agent - made her way inside. A soft order to evacuate was given to the on shift nurse. She left with many questions, all of them silenced particularly quickly by a finger to Emily's lips and the flash of a badge.

Without a sound of warning, Emily made her way to the back of the center. The Pokemon storage for injured Pokemon where the target resided. Quietly, Emily opened the door and peered inside - only when she noted that the target was turned away from it.

With a quick hand she rose her gun - an illegal device for normal citizens - and stepped into the room. "Hands in the air," she spoke with authority.

The blonde haired nurse - Amber - turned her head to look upon Emily. "The Justiciar," she said, the burned half of her face shown, eye still functional by some miracle.

Emily's eyes narrowed. So the woman knew them. She wouldn't be able to get an identification on that half of the face. "Hands in the air," she repeated and Amber complied, turning around to face Emily.

The scan only took a fraction of a second. Emily sucked in her breath as the file pulled up over her eye. Ex-military. Not just that, black ops. The same team that was home to such agents as Oz, Viper and Roy.

"Amber Angelus," Emily spoke her full name and Amber offered her a soft smile, the lips of the burned half of her face pulling strangely, deformed skin and muscle making it look like something out of a horror film.

"And why have you come?" Amber asked.

"You're under arrest," Emily said.

Amber offered a shrewd smile at these words. "We both know what that means. Come now, do you expect me to believe that I'll be arrested here? It seems the 'taint' I started out to extinguish has caught even the judges. It's stronger than I expected."

Babbling nonsense. Emily trained her gun on Amber's head, center of it. Perfect aim, perfect stance. "Then, formalities aside." She pulled the trigger.

There was no sound, state of the art suppressors. This wasn't like the movies, where things like this caused a soft 'ptew' sound, or like the ones handed out that people could get their hands on that lowered something down thirty or so decibels. There was silence as the bullet traversed the air, never reaching its target.

The nurse, still clad in SWAT gear had avoided it, moving to the side and grabbing something from the wall. Emily's arms moved, trained on her. A golden stuff rose, bottom top end aimed at Emily. They exchanged fire.

Emily was in the hall when her senses returned to her, hitting the wall and spinning away from it as a second round of the shotgun fire hit the wall where she'd been. Her armor had taken the shots, cracks along it showing the damage it'd done. Not visible in the darkness and with the color of the armor. Emily watched Amber through the wall, saw the woman making for the window and she attacked again.

The exchanged fire one more, but Emily was moving this time. Half circles around the room saw them both getting cover. Hidden from view but exchanging rounds to dissuade the other from moving from that spot.

A silence followed after as Emily tried to make sense of the weapon. Her database showed it as a weapon of choice, a shotgun built inside of the staff. But how did it work? She strained her brain as she reloaded. A second or so and then she jumped over the counter, to Amber's side, kicking the staff as she spun around to face her.

She made to pull the trigger but her finger didn't response. An invisible force had struck her and she hit the far wall, falling from it to the floor. She rose her gun quickly, to Amber. But her finger wouldn't move. Amber held her staff out to Emily, top end aimed at her.

"Dominion," Emily said as her database pulled up information on the ability.

"Metatron as deemed you unfit to move," Amber announced. It was true, to an extent. It was Amber that had stopped her. Dominion, an ability that crushed the soul. Emily, who was trained in aura, felt it like the force of a freight train, but her body didn't splatter or break on impact. Her soul was probably in worse shape. Her will was effected by this. Her eyes strained, and her finger pulled the trigger. Force of will. Amber traded fire with her.

It was at the last second that Amber had moved her head, turning a sure kill into a graze across her head. Emily had taken a second round of shots. Luckily for her, the armor was fashioned like scales. Individual plates would crack and break, but the armor was capable of taking more than one shot because of it in an area.

"That's your last warning shot," Amber said as she rose her staff to aim it at Emily's head. "Leave now," she said, a polite tone following the entire time. Emily took but a moment to weigh her options. She couldn't risk the injured Pokemon here, she had to utilize one without a destructive radius practically built in to their power.

Sableye materialized before Amber and she let the bullets fly. Emily was dodging to the side as they hit the dark/ghost type. Luckily for him, he was capable of surviving the barrage and Emily quickly recalled him as her mechanical eye warned of the aura usage coming. The wave of it nicked the light of the Pokeball, and the part that was struck faded away.

A horrible realization donned on Emily as she attacked. Gun rose, Amber smacked it aside with a twist, returning to her feet. She brought her staff around and Emily caught it on a risen arm, keeping the barrel point over and beyond her. An armored fist to Amber's gut and she stepped back. Fingers curled as her arm twisted and Emily pulled the staff from Amber.

Then the flurry began, punches, kicks, dodges, blocks. It wasn't like something you'd see in high school or in a street fight. Each blow was powerful, meant to kill. This wasn't an MMA match where people avoided fatal wounds, this was a pure beat down brawl to the finish and Emily had the advantage.

Emily's fist struck Amber one last time, flat into the nose as Amber's head lowered to avoid a shot to the jaw. An explosion of heat entered Amber's body and she gave a silent cry as her body went into shock from the instant heat stroke. Emily's aura ability.

Amber hit the floor and Emily went to press a button to call her team when she felt the darkness of the room over her. Someone stood in front of the window, blocking out everything.

"Heh," rumbled a deep, booming voice. Emily twisted around, arms raising to block a giant fist. If recounted, she might say it was the size of her torso. It certainly felt like it. She exploded through the wall and into the hallway again, never getting a clear view to see her attacker's face.

"Causin' problems for the Government? My typa girl," boomed the voice as Emily recovered. Her eyes widened as he rose a weapon. A rifle. Bolt action. Old model. Not something you'd see a Government agent using. Her eyes widened as a flash came from the rifle. Metal jaws closed around her at the speed of a bullet, her eyes widening further at the sudden darkness.

It fired a pokemon!

A flash illuminated the darkness as her body was picked up. Fractions of a second counting down the closing of the jaws. "Fire Blast!" A steady voice, commanding the Magmortar that materialized from the light. The Steelix was torched through from the upper half of his head, torn away and Emily jumped, kicking off the back of the Steelix as she exited it.

How far had she traveled, the Pokemon center was meters away. Civilians at a safe distance, a mile away. Her team wasn't present, she noted. Magmortar was behind her. Her eyes were on the center, she couldn't let them escape.

Sacrifices had to be made.

"Sheer heat."

The Pokemon center vanished in a great white light. There was nothing but the distorted wave of heat effecting the environment. Emily stared, nothing.

"Did you get them?"

"Mag." He shook his head.

Emily cursed. They'd escaped.

"Captain!" shouted someone and Emily turned to see her agent.

"Our teams tracking them now. They escaped after they fired off that Steelix."

Emily recalled her Magmortar. "Let's go." They were off.

((Reminds me of Hoenn when we did something like Lilycove, Mossdeep and Sootopolis all in one day. Dialga did show up around that point, so it was probably his fault))

((Everything was Dialga's fault. XD))
((Now for Luka's timeskip to Day 6))

Luka awoke in one of Castelia's many hotels with a bright cheery smile on his face. Yesterday had been hellish and today everything would be much better. He looked about the room and got out of bed. The plush red carpet seemed to hum with pleasure beneath his bare feet. He walked up to the mirror and he thought he could see some physical changes. He looked a little bit taller and a little bit fuller. He plopped himself back down on the bed and took a deep breath. Today was gonna be a good day. He could feel it.

He went into the bathroom and stripped off before jumping into the shower. As he showered he happily sang along to the track that was playing on his PokéPod. Something good can work and today something good definitely would work.

By the time he had finished the song had stopped playing and Luka felt thoroughly refreshed. He got into some fresh new clothes that he had bought in Castelia the other day and that kind of completed the idea of a fresh new start. His t-shirt was a leafy green with a planet like object imprinted on it with the words 'Defy Reality', much more colourful than his previous grey t-shirt. He also had an aqua blue fleece and some awesome brown shoes. His jeans were relatively unchanged, but, since when did they really look any different?

He sat back down on the bed and smiled once more. This day was going to be a great day.