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((I Vote for an epic Air battle Between Jaiden and Takamaru, skarmory Vs Skarmory.))

[Way earlier in the day.]

"So this Must be the infamous Lancer?" Said Hiba Squatting Down to get a closer look at the Bug Pokemon That Hid behind Tk's Legs Shyly.

"Uh-huh" Takamaru Nodded. The two Where in the Lobby of the Pokemon Center.

"So.." Hiba began, standing, "I Heard that Team Plasma Is throwing a Banquet here in this City." This got Tk's Attention.

"ah, i heard a couple People Talking about it on my way here." The youth replied, picking Lancer up.

"What are you gonna do... Takamaru." It was a Statement, not a Question.

"Train" Silence. "but not For Team plasma, To battle Burgh" the youth said Definitively. Hiba seemed Displeased. "Plasma Can do what ever they want, I got Lancer Back. He was with some Pokemon Ranger, Not plasma, So why should i do anything? Right."

Hiba looked off into the distance. "Ah, if thats what you wanna do.."

"It is" The young Trainer said quickly. "Beside's, Im sure Wayne, Sal, Luka Henrietta and Robby are all doing the same. The only Reason we went after them in Pinwheel Forest was for the Basic Badge."

Tk didn't Realize it, but he'd said everyone's Name, Even though Hiba knew only Henrietta, as a way of convincing himself that he didn't want to fight Team plasma. Deep down however, there's a part of him that's Drawn to the Idea of Facing them again.

And with that, Tk led the way out of the Pokemon Center, the glass doors sliding shut behind them.

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Soon, The Never Ending sandstorm was whipping across there bodies, cloths whipping back and Forth in the wind. Takamaru's silver hair was whipping around while Hiba's Short brown hair only Swayed back and Forth.

Not wasting anytime, Tk released each of his Pokemon from there Ball's, the newest addition, Saria as well. Each Pokemon Materialized facing there Trainer. "Oh! so when did Ma Give you Saria?" Hiba Asked walking over to the metal bird, Rubbing her under her beak. She gave a caw of appreciation.

"she left me her Pokeball in by sling pack after she re-stocked it. i found it in our Room at the Pokemon center back in Nacrene, After Getting back from pinwheel forest." Tk said checking the surrounding's

"I see, so how do you plan on training out here?" Hiba asked as Tk walked over to Saria, whom bent down low to the ground so he could Mount Her. Straightening back up to full height after he'd taken his place.

"well First, Me and Saria are going to practice Maneuverability. then move into mobile battling. I know mom was good at fighting atop Saria's back, but i haven't ever practiced it before." Tk said, He'd thought this out way back in Nacrene city.

"Sounds good, but don't you think going in circles would be kind of boring?" Hiba questioned on, Arms Folded. Tk Nodded in agreement. "Yea, that's why me and Saria are going to fend off the wild Pokemon that attack Iron Hide, Lancer and Spike." Tk waited for either Hiba or one of his Pokemon to Question him. When none did he continued.

"Lancer, your training will be the simplest. I want you to start with basic Roadwork, Each Jab you do however should be a Poison Jab. Do this until you've mastered the move, then Work on the speed of the attack." the Bug Pokemon Flinched as the Sandstorm Buffeted him. He was only bug type so the Sand storm hurt him little by little.

"Little Man, I don't think He's Gonna last to Long in this Weather condition. Dont you think it'd be best to have him do that type of training in the city?" Came Hiba.

Tk shook his head. "I Nope, His training is the simplest, but the Hardest at the same time. While he's doing the road work he's going to Have to Practice his 'Endure' Move as well. Im hoping that by doing this he'll be able to be in a constant state of Endure. Making it so he can take more damage, while at the same time, dish it out." Tk explained.

Now looking to spike, "Spike, your going to Practice your own Sandstorm attack. But i want you to focus it on that boulder over there" Tk pointed to a Boulder the size of an onix. Spike looked honestly surprised. "Drill drill bur bur Drill!" Argued the Mole Pokemon, what could he possibly accomplish by doing such a thing.

Now a Grin came to Tk's Lips. "Dont worry about it, just do it until you cant anymore, ok?" Tk said, Even though he couldn't think of anything beneficial coming from this type of training he'd do it anyways.

"Lastly, Iron Hide. Your training is going to the most straight forward. I want you to perform road Work as well as lancer. but Since your immune to the Sandstorm like Saria and spike, Your going to Cycle through your combat Move's as you run. this will help you become a better Mobil battler as use your move's as you well... Move." and with That, All four of his Pokemon nodded and took off into there Training.

Hiba remained Quite, a silent Grin creep-ed across his Features. He knew Tk for some odd amount of years now, This is just how he got when Faced with a challenge. Hiba watched as Tk ushered out commands Naturally. Even though Tk said he wasn't planning of fighting Plasma again, the way Hiba seen him Train said other wise. why else would he need to learn how to Mobile Battle atop saria? Even if he wasn't Planning on Taking on Plasma again, he was training with the mind set that he was.

"you look like you have everything handled here so im going to Head Back into Town, See ya'" Hiba said waving, His back to Tk as he strode towards Castelia.

Tk was so into the training that he wouldn't notice until they were just about finished.
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Hiba's Shoes padded across the pavement near the Harbor. Next to him walked Appu, Both held Casteliacone's. The only sound was the wave's Crashing against the Harbor and there tongues licking the ice cream.

"Huh?" Hiba had Taken Notice to a Boy, Probably No older than 7, standing out on the Peir, Staring intently out to sea.

"Whatcha' Doin' all the way out here Kid?" Hiba asked Popping he last of his Cateliacone into his mouth.

the Kid Turned his attention to the Muscular Mass that was Hiba, "Waiting For my Dad.." He said as he looked from Hiba to Appu, whom had also finished his Casteliacone.

the youth Gasped, "Simon!" he called leaning in close to the Pansage.

an Awkward silence arose. The boy straightened Up. "Oh, Sorry, your not Him..."

Hiba wasn't the brightest person, but he could Figure that the Kids Dad went out to sea on a voyage of some Kind whether for work or pleasure, and had yet to Return. "So how longs your Dad been Out to Sea?" It was a Harmless question, or at least it was supposed to be.

The Kid immediately Started Tearing Up, "He..He died.." a Pause as he wiped the tear's away to continue. "Th..There's this Team that Tried to make my daddy Let his Pokemon Go. He didn't want to Cause he Loved them" the Kid's Tear's starting welling up again. "Th..Then they Tried to Make him, there was a big fight and...and...and he Died!" the last few words came out as Cries. The Kid rushed into Hiba's Side, clinging to his Red Cotton Shirt as he Cried.

By this Point Hiba was completely Baffled. He hadn't thought Plasma had began murdering people, hell, there campaign seemed to have just started. Hiba put an arm around the Kids shoulder and let him Cry it out.

When the Kid was Finished, He wiped his now Red Swollen Eye's and sat Indian Style Next to Hiba, "Sorry..."

"No Problem, So whats your Name kid?"

"Mikey "

"Ok, Mikey, so why'd you call Appu here Simon Earlier?"

-Sniffle Sniffle - Now, a small smile appeared on Mikey's Face. "Cause he looks like My daddies simisage, simon." Obviously the Boy was fond his the Simisage dubbed 'Simon'.

And Thus, Hiba had a Brilliant Idea. "One Sec Kid.." Hiba said as he Grabbed Appu, Stood Up and walked a Few Feet away where he whispered something into Appu's Ear. The grass monkey looked as if he was contemplating. Once the monkey pokemon was finished thinking he Nodded. "right then." Hiba Said as he walked back over towards Mikey.

"Alright Kid, I Have a favor to ask Ya' " Hiba had a sly smirk on his Face. Mikey listened intently.

"I want you to look after my Pansage here for awhile ok?" HIba obviously Didn't Have To ask Twice as Mikey looked up excitedly. "But there's a condition."

"Yea! Anything!" The Kid said.

"You gotta Get him One Casteliacone Every day after dinner, With this" Hiba Held out a card that he got as a consolation Prize in the eating contest. Good for one Castliacone Each Day for the next 4 months.

After Handing The Card to Mikey, He also Held out Appu's Pokeball as well as a Scrap of Paper with His Xtranceiver's Number on it.

"This little guy's Name is Appu, you gotta Take good care of him ok? and Give me a call if you need anything at all, ok?" Once Hiba was done explaining everything to Mikey, He stood Up. "Well, I gotta Get Going, There are some things i Haveta' Take Care of, you Should Hurry home too" Now He bent down to Appu, "Take care buddy, and watch out for Mikey alright?"

"Pan Pan!" appu exclaimed, Patting his Chest with his fist.

And with that Hiba started walking away from the peir. Both Mikey and Appu, who was now Held in Mikey's Arm, Waving at the boy.

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[About an Hour from the Current Time...]

They Had been at it all Day, They were Sore, tired, And Hungry.

Takamaru, Iron Hide, Lancer, spike, and Saria all Laid in the Sand on route Four. All day they had been Training.

"C'mon guys, Lets go Get something to eat.." was all Tk could Muster as he stood up. "Get some sleep ill wake you when we get to the Pokemon center " He said, recalling His Pokemon to there Balls. "You all did Great." Was the last thing he said as he started towards the Pokemon Center.

One thing was for sure, He never wanted to See another ounce of Sand for quite some time. The thought of having to cross route Four to Get to Nimbasa City was Daunting to say the least.



((Ill Post a Current Time Post later on or tomorrow. ))

Plasma patrolmen had to wear the knight outfits. The armour was genuine, and actually capable of a decent level of resilience. Could probably use with more head protection though. The fifth guard walked through the doorway and froze. A pile of his buddies were strewn at his feet; he was just about to call for help when a fist collided with his temple, jerking his neck to an odd angle before he crashed down unconscious.

'Wish they'd stop coming in here,' Zack thought with a frown. His knuckles crackled with a slight level of Aura regeneration; not up to Gorm's standard, but Zack had made sure to learn how to fix minor damage. In this case it was a small cut from punching a splinter of metal on the Plasma's chainmail.

He grabbed the grunt and heaved him onto the pile, turning off the light and shutting the door after himself. Nothing useful in that room. Zack had long since given up on trying to read the floor plan, instead deciding to check each room in turn. The unconscious Plasma guards doubled up as markers in case he went to the same room twice, which Zack thought was pretty efficient.

His instructor would be spinning in his grave at the number of near misses Zack was having though. While stealth had never been his thing, he wasn't exactly bad at it. Seemed to indicate tighter security than they were expecting. Zack couldn't tell if that was to ensure the safety of important guests or if it meant that there really was something worth finding up here. Not that he had long to wonder.

"I found something. Big? I don't know about that, but it's definitely something."

The last room. Someone was inside. And that was a voice he recognised.

"I'll grab it and rejoin the party. Nobody'll even know I was gone."

The light was out; it was pitch black inside except for the subtle glow of a flashlight reflecting from office furnishings. Zack crept sideways, shifting his weight to dull the sound of his footsteps on the carpet. The silhouette was sitting in a chair, reviewing notes with her light lying on the desk. She turned off her Xtransceiver at the same time as the Weavile landed with utter silence behind Zack.

Even quieter, its species designed for this kind of thing, it quickly latched onto Zack's shoulder and pointed a hooked claw at his jugular.

"Game over," Tess said, standing up, "keep still if you don't want your throat cut." She turned around to face him. "Nasty way to go."

"You," Zack said, "the hell are you doing here?" He glanced down to her wrist, "who were you talking to?"

Tess smiled. "I'm investigating Team Plasma. Same as you from the looks of things." She gave the pokémon a short nod and it detached itself from Zack's neck, leaving a slight trickle of blood that quickly healed up. "Except I don't keep running into their security every two minutes."

She was brave, Zack had to give her that. Tess had always seemed odd to him, and he knew odd. He'd learned to keep people at arm's length, to always try and find an ulterior motive. It saved his life more than once. With Tess, he'd come to the conclusion that she'd been close to Wayne to close in on him. Because of who he was and the things he could do.

He wasn't often wrong about these things.

Tess liked to brag. Zack folded his arms. "What did you find?"
She smiled again. "Classified. Sorry, but you'll-"
"Frost."

The Weavile immediately leapt up, putting Tess in the same hold he had with Zack. Claw to the throat; deathblow in a heartbeat. The teenager's calm exterior wasn't coping too well under pressure. She looked surprised.

"I gave you Frost to keep an eye on you. Don't think for one second that you're his master," Zack narrowed his eyes, "Now tell me what you found or they'll be cleaning you up with a mop."

((Well I've never been against epic air battles before. You can ask Avalite or Marsuru how much I endorse them. We'll see what happens ninja

PS: I know you all want an event to take place on an airship. Admit it.))

Reid nodded and sat down, looking through the crowd for a waiter. He just had to make sure he found one before Jaiden showed up to serve them. She had seen Jaiden in his cilvian clothes, and the disguise he wore was thin. If she saw him now, she would start to suspect something. And if she started to connect things to Reid-

"Excuuuse me, madam?"

Jaiden, in the same waiter disguise he had used in the Italian Restaurant on the pier the night before, had come up to the side of the table with menus in hand. "Are you ready to order-"

His eyes met Reid's for one very uncomfortable second, and everything clicked. The revelation that Henrietta was the girl seated at the table to caused him to lift up one of the menu he held, obscuring his face slightly.

s**t.

“I think we may need a few more minutes,” Reid briskly told the waiter. His eyes turned to Henrietta’s. “Unless you know what you want now?”

****

And Sachiko would enter. And they would get down. And it would be freaky. Until 8:23, when Sachiko would give Goldberg the number of her decoy xtransceiver and get back to work.

Because that’s how Sachiko rolled. Not the best habit for a black ops agent. Eh. James Bond does it.

****

The Interpol Agent nodded to what Kero said to him. "Zack's inside, so make sure you don't blow his cover," he retorted. When Kero walked away, he resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the man. Not just because Elysia was watching, but because he felt that if he did, Kero would somehow know.

Jump’s eyes narrowed. This. Was. The. Worst.

Zack was one of his best friends. Kero was his father, an intimidating one at that. And the woman he was flirting with was Elysia, Kero’s ex-wife. Which meant that was Zack’s mom. Jump had accidentally started flirting with Zack's mom.

So now there were many conflicting thoughts going through his head. On one hand, Jump didn’t really believe that Kero was going to let him do as he pleased. That man was scary as ********. He WILL skin me alive.

On the other hand…

I could be sleeping with Zack’s mom.

A very hard decision to make. But as he thought, an image of another girl flashed into his mind. Brown hair, flying through the wind-

Suddenly, Jump remembered his original intentions. Artemis was a thought nagging in the back of his head. He couldn’t betray the concept. It was a sign.

But he also couldn’t turn down a pretty lady who wanted to dance. “You catch on quick,” he told her. Grinning, her took her hand and led her to the dancefloor to waltz. One dance never hurt anybody. He was leading her on, and he felt like a tease for it, but Jump planned to end things with the two of them just being friends.

Wow, when did I lose all my swag? he thought to himself. As he danced, he began to relax, and soon the mental image of Artemis began to fade back into the recesses of his mind.

((One woman is not enough for Kero. Elysia is Helena's mother, but not Zack's razz ))

Suspicious? Was she? Yes. However, that wasn't on the surface of her mind for Reid to read. Henrietta looked at Reid and then down at her menu. "A salad and..." she frowned. "I hum... don't actually have any money, actually," she said as she looked over at Reid. It seemed she was starving, she hadn't eaten but one meal all day and food seemed to be a priority. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but the pangs of hunger had been eating at her ever since she looked at the menu.

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"We don't?" Was Kero joking? Who knew, the man didn't seem the type. Either way, he lead Jump off to the side, where no one would hear them.

"Jump, you understand that Zack is retired, correct?" He turned to face the Interpol agent, cold eyes resting on him. "He's not a secret agent just because he's your best friend."

(He does not, but trust me, i have a plan for that.
Granted its a vague plan with no real back bone, but a plan none the less.
If you got Idea's Send em' my way wink

Edit: Psh, that hoe had it comin'
Plus, Rock to the armpit IS Kind of a lame way to go.)

((Irony? irony is where and adult covered in armor gets into a fight with a 13 year old, a weaponless 13 year old. where as she's wearing Iron/steel/some type of metal gauntlet's, and gets Laid out but a Rock to an armpit. talk2hand ))

The Night Air was Cold against his cheeks as he flew through out the City. Lancer was situated between his leg's, Looking over Saria's Side at the buildings that were Spread out below them. The Small bug Pokemon would Cry with amazement, He'd Never Flown Before.

Tk Grinned at his Pokemon. He was glad to be reunited with Him. Looking up from Lancer, He could just barley make out the stars that littered the Sky.

'So much different than Back home...'

In Olivine, the Stars could be seen clear as day, especially out on the Ocean. The youth's thoughts traveled back Home, where each Day he would wake up in his own Bed, a freshly cooked breakfast waiting, His Manga Collection, Everything that made home, home.

With a Sigh he Pulled his Jacket up so that the Cold air wouldn't Bother him so much. Then, the Plasma HQ came into Sight.

'Why am i here?'

Originally He'd gone out for a Night Time Fly With Saria after Showering when he'd gotten back from Training. Just as a Way to relax, Just like His Mother Had Done so many time's, Himself riding in between her Legs, much Lancer was now.

But now He'd Ended up circling the plasma HQ, Way Down Below he could make out the Tiny specks that where the people whom where Entering and Leaving the plasma Banquet. About Now Goldberg would be performing.

Even From his Location in They Sky, Tk could here the muffled applause.

'wonder whats going on...?'

He caught himself thinking tempting thoughts about sneaking in to find out just what was happening.

'No no no, Its got nothing to to with me, im done with Plasma!' He thought, Shaking his head back and forth to clear his head. Lancer looked up at him, wearing a concerned look, "don't Worry buddy, im fine" Tk assured him with a Re-assuring grin as he patted his Pokemon's head.

Wait, was he? was Reasoning yourself the same as Arguing with your self?

((EDITED to include more balls pokeballs))

The door to Wayne's room opened silently, and Yana locked it behind herself. No sound was made as she unclipped a large water bottle from her belt and put it onto the dresser. She opened the cap, and then left it alone.

Yana walked over to his sidetable, grabbing his pokeballs from his nightable. All three were present, and with the ball in their shrunken form she could hold all three in one hand. She sighed, twirling her parasol on her shoulder mindlessly. This was too easy she thought to herself while closing the blinds on the windows.

She pulled over a chair and sat down next to Wayne's bed. Yana looked over her shoulder at the bottle on the dresser. It was now empty. Perfect.

Yana remained seated, the pokeballs on her lap and her parasol on her shoulder. And she would stay there waiting for Wayne to wake up.