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And suddenly time passed and Henrietta was shooing everyone out of her room after a talk with her father that happened off screen and across the hall about spending so much time in a room full of boys.

She came back flustered - having received "the talk" and proceeded to inform her friends that they had to leave.

Salieri

Salieri tossed her pizza box into the trash, washed her hands, and gave Henrietta a "See ya later" and casual salute goodbye on her way out. She slid down the staircase railing and skipped out of the house.

The sun was going to set soon in Nimbasa, and Salieri had barely explored the city. Checking into the pokemon center now just felt like a waste of the night to her. There had been some advertisements in the south gate about the two sports facilities. A game would be a perfect way to wind down.

She saw Wayne up ahead and walked over to his side. "Hey, what're you up to now? I wanted to check out the Big Stadium, maybe play some football with my pokemon. Do you want in?"

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Odin

The grey haired ten year old looked up at the twisting tracks before him. His dull silver eyes narrowed and darted around, taking in the environment.

If he applied enough pressure to one of the key pylons holding up a track, then there were only two areas where he needed to cut to topple the entire ride. Then he wouldn't have to ride the rollercoaster.

But Pachi had put Odin in charge of Goldberg, and he could not make a scene. Goldberg had pointed out earlier that this meant Odin had to carry his bag. Strapped upon the child back was a large bag almost twice the size of him. It was not pleasant to carry around.

He kept looking for a solution. A few feet away from the entrance was a cart selling disposable cameras for tourists.

"I'll stay here to take a picture of when you go through the loop," Odin proposed, although it sounded more like a definite plan than a proposal.

Previously on Robby Tobb, Realistic Adventures:

Robby had just left the banquet, and had, from there, wandered off. Battlin' mood satiated, the obese lad had begun his journey anew. Starting with an amazingly-done nap!

It was early, for once, when Robby woke, and began his journey to Nimbasa. As always, along the way, he managed to have a wondrous fea- training session. His pokemon allies each worked on their own various things, power, speed, skill, ect, as they caught foo- Trained.

As luck would have it, the lad would somehow have managed to avoid sinking into the sands, and would eventually reach Nimbasa. Of course, between this journey, filled with traveling, hun- training, and whatnot, the lad would find times for "water breaks."

With his arrival in Nimbasa, the lad's first goal was made, to find a place to rest. And the goal was, of course, accomplished, with a very nice tree, and Fried, to act as shade as he slept...

And this is where we begin!

Robby grumbled his way into the waking world, and glanced up to his pokemon companion. "Hey... 'S late. Why didn' you wake me?" The obese lad pushed himself up... um... heroically, and glanced around. "Less find somethin' t'eat." He mumbled sleepily.

"Aww, the party was just getting started!" the young trainer complained, finishing off the rest of his pizza. Standing he stretched and gave Henrietta his good bye. On his way out he stopped at the door frame, turning to face Henrietta. "Just don't do anything too dangerous, ok." He sounded unsure. Truthfully he was really worried about them, his friends, now after what Henrietta had told them at there meeting.

They were being tailed? how many people did Plasma have at there disposal? Its not like he was scared or anything, more anxious than scared. When would he have to fight plasma again? those were the questions he was aksing himself as he exited Henrietta's house.

Kicking the releasing mechanism for the roller blades in his shoes, he kicked off at a relaxing speed. catching up with Wayne and Sal.

"Hey WL, Sal. Are you going on a date or do you care if i tag along with you too" the youth said as he skated slow circles around the two. He heard Salieri's proposal to go to the Big stadium.

((EDITED))

Salieri

Salieri's eye twitched at Takamaru's comment, and her fingers began to tremble as she blushed. "Why do you always -- do you really have to --" At a loss for words, she simply facepalmed, then folded her arms acros her chest.

No, she wasn't trying to ask Wayne on a date. Just a friendly game of football. Friendly. Totally as a friend. Why did TK always have to... AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!

"I'm just trying to play some football at the Big Stadium...not a date."

"Pfffft!" Wayne waved his hand as if Takamaru was being ridiculous. In truth, Plasma did scare him. What they could do to his family scared him. They had his pokémon, and that was terrifying. But Wayne knew from experience that you needed to project confidence to keep a team together.

"No! Have you seen those guys? How can anybody be scared of cosplay knights?" A pang struck his stomach. Cosplay. Shery. He managed a grin, "Look, TK, even if they are dangerous, all you gotta do is be smarter and stronger. And that's what training's for. And what are we? We're trainers. They're like, anti-trainers. They probably all suck."

((Sorry this is really long, it pretty much is a test for myself more than anything. It also finishes up 70% of my open plotlines for the day and opens up quite a bit more potential ones for later. =D))

Chuck/Seohyun

It hurt to run. Hurt like the dickens. His legs burned his organs screamed, fresh stitches pulled and tugged like a warning. He had to slow it down, take breaks and that is what he did. Chuck placed his back against a tree as Seohyun lifted his shirt to check on him.

"Where are we going?" she asked in monotone. Chuck looked down at her, but it hurt to talk. Instead he pointed, out toward the end of the forest. Castelia City.

"That is where the headquarters is," she said as she looked where he pointed and then lowered his shirt.

"Boat," he managed to say. He pushed himself off the tree and grabbed Seohyun's hand and they were off again.

"What about K-Rok?"

Azucena/K-Rok

"Whoa!" Azucena shouted as she turned the corner of the stadium to see the tired looking Pokemon. A Krookodile sitting against the wall, staring off.

"Hey, Ervin, check it out." She gestured for her Maractus to approach and take a look.

[Looks like we found ourselves another lost soul. What's your name, boy?] Ervin approached K-Rok and gave him the once over.

[Don't matter.] K-Rok looked at Ervin with a defeated expression. Something had sucked the soul out of this poor life.

[Don't give me none of that boy. Everythin' matters, specially a' names.] Ervin gestured to Azucena who handed him a container. Opening it he produced a cigar and lighter.

[K-Rok]

Ervin grunted as he bit down on the end of the cigar, keeping it in his mouth and lighting it. Through grit teeth he continued, [the rap artist, eh? tell me somethin' boy, why're you down on yer luck? Yer fame ain't washed up just yet.]

[Lost something important t' me, dat s**t ain't me anymore.]

Ervin took a moment of silence and cigar puffing. Closing his eyes he nodded thrice. [Alright, lost soul boy, how about ya come with us?]

K-Rok said nothing.

[Ain't no harm in a little soul searchin'. It's what it's all about, you just come with us till you find yer soul, then you can be off on yer way.]

K-Rok stared at Ervin, silent but considering the offer.

And Azucena handed Ervin a banjo, on which he began to play. [Ain't no time for the blues like when the blues got a hold of you.]

[Why invite me?] K-Rok stood up from his spot as Ervin played on his banjo and Azucena watched from the background, clearly entertained by all of this.

[We take all kinds, boy. Especially you, lost souls wandering for purpose. Ain't no point in wandering alone, now is there?]

K-Rok smirked. [No I guess not.]

[Right boy. You can wander with friends and a purpose, or wander alone remindin' yerself that you have one. I think you have one, just don't go wandering alone, ya hear?]

K-Rok nodded.

[Right then boy, let's go get something to eat.]

Flareon

Munch. Crunch. If Robby investigated the sound of chewing in his bag he'd find a little fiery devil munching on his supply of chips. Clearly the little thing was hungry and just did not give any ******** protect people on an empty stomach, you know? Besides, if he tried to stop her she could just set him on fire.

Emily vs. Amber

Probably the easiest thing in the world to do, too. The flames burned through the air, controlled by aura. They wouldn't lick anything but the air, pulled and condensed, form contained and maintained. Efficient, precise, but ultimately predictable.

Fire, explosions, heat, magma, lava, all of these things were destructive arts. Controlling them in a non-destructive way was a form of mastery but utilizing them in just this fashion meant you lost a lot of the destructive and chaotic potential.

Still, Emily didn't make a scene. Magmortar's flames kept the nun on the move in the cramped building while she took the barely alive operative outside. He was mumbling something about God and Angels and being cleansed.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe soon," she said. He didn't respond. That's when a window broke and down came Amber. Emily rushed to the drop point, an open palm strike slamming into her and ruining her landing.

Amber hit the dirt, rolling several times as she gasped for air. The flames had thinned it above, and down here Emily could heat the body, evaporate the water inside of it.

Amber got up, raising her staff but she was too slow. Emily knocked it aside and got a hand on her head and Amber let out a breath before collapsing into a heap, body going into a heat stroke.

"Justice, b***h."

Viper/Bane

"Justice?" Bane asked. Bane, a fellow much older then his old partners in justice, had long since retired from the military. It didn't stop him from having a drink from time to time though.

"Yeah, that's what they call it. Guy goes all crazy with bombs, gonna blow up bunch of innocent people and it's justice." Viper played with the shot of whiskey, causing it to circle around the glass by tilting it at angles.

Bane laughed, it reminded him of the good ol' days. "Everyone think they're justified though. All of 'em, Magma, Aqua, Galactic, Fluff. It's the same deal, just find their base and arrest 'em."

"Yeah, if only it were that easy. Not a whole lot of field operatives on them, not as many as there would be if these guys were even Magma. Bunch of nobodies so nobody wants to do the leg work." She downed her shot and looked over at Bane.

"So it all sounds pretty boring. Forget it then, retire and find some real goals. I don't see any huge threats to the world arising anytime soon."

"Yeah, I was considering that." Viper grinned. "I'm way too old, I think. But I still wanna get married."

"And whose the lucky guy?"

"I can't tell you that," Viper said, blushing and looking away. "I doubt he likes me back, anyways."

"It's not Oz is it?"

Viper pretended to gag. "Oh god no. Not him. But you're right, Bane. I need some real goals in my life, getting too old for the military."

Bridgette/The Scientist

"Retire?" The Scientist feigned interest as he continued to poke and prod around The Arsenal. His eyes were locked on his work as his daughter sat in one of the chairs across the work table from him.

"Yeah, and go to college. I think I need a real career, ya know?" She looked at him and sighed. "Dad, come on! This is important."

"Important." The Scientist repeated. It was hard to tell when he wasn't amused by something with the perpetual grin. Most people thought he was messing with them, but family? Family could tell.

"Mom would understand," Bridgette said, rolling her eyes and looking over at her mother. Organs kept alive in a machine meant for reproduction purposes. "You know, if she was active."

The Scientist looked up from his work. "You should see what your friends think."

"We don't really keep in touch for them to care." The truth was Bridgette was one of those minority members of the old crew that fought in Sinnoh. Never one of the cool kid's club, so she didn't really keep in touch. Ten years later? They'd only know her last name because of her relation to The Scientist - if that.

The Scientist snorted, and then laughed. "Yes yes, quite the characters those lot. I'd love to dissect them sometime."

"Sooooooo, you wanna do me a favor?"

The Scientist, who was fixing the canister that sprayed mustard gas that Kiedis had broken, nodded. "Of course."

"Sweet. Because I was hoping you could write a letter of recommendation for me."

The Scientist looked at her. "Anything for you, sweetheart." And then he laughed - because hearts really did taste sweet when you ate them. And Bridgette laughed with him, because her dad was like, her best friend.

Kero/Jean-Pierre

"No friends, no family that likes you, nothing." Jean-Pierre enjoyed his taunting. He'd endured everything without so much as a wince. Now he was just an old man bleeding and mocking.

Kero looked at him with disinterest. He stepped back a few feet and remained silent.

"And just like me you're getting pretty old, Redgrave. Pretty soon you'll have to retire - to nothing." He laughed.

"It seems you endured the torture I gave you," Kero finally said after almost an hour of silence.

And suddenly Jean-Pierre was on his feet, the ropes falling to the floor. "No, Redgrave, you gave me weapons." The needles fell from his fingers as he flung one hand out, and then the other, the needles flying at Kero who dodged them easily.

Closing the distance and smashing his palm into Jean-Pierre, his aura igniting and blasting him to the floor. "You are correct. I was merely confirming suspicions. The Arsenal exists as your only method of fighting, functioning through your aura ability."

Jean-Pierre, who had been laid out and his aura smashed, looked up at Kero. For the first time he did seem in pain. "Hahaha! Good show kid! Good ******** show! You won, score one for the military! But it's hollow for you, isn't it?! Where are your friends, where's your happy life?! Where is it Kero!? Where is-

Elysia/Helena

-he?" Elysia clicked the end call button for the phone and she turned and looked at Helena. "That man, never there for his family." She sounded bitter and Helena said nothing, she simply sat on the bed of their luxurious hotel room.

Scizor stood by the door with an arm band - designed by Helena - that read 'head of security' complete with a little drawing of a heart and a man with giant muscles in a suit.

"This is why we divorced, too much of a working man. Never there for me, never there for you. Always running off to 'save the world', never time to sit down for dinner or attend a concert or anything." The frustrated woman paced the room angrily, staring at her phone. Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she clicked the call button again, going to voice mail.

"Now listen here, you better be here tomorrow. There is no excuse for missing this concert. You've already driven everyone else away, don't drive away your daughter as well!" Click, she threw the phone onto the couch and sat down with a huff.

"That man better be here tomorrow, it's your big day. Biggest tour of your career, starting with this concert."

Henrietta

Henrietta wandered into the glow of the night time amusement park. The lights announced everything from rides and stands. Wrapped in her arms was Melty. She had hoped he could help her track down her target but he just seemed weaker. Like he might be giving up his battle.

"Melty," she said as she looked down at him. "Just keep on kicking. We'll find out what's wrong and fix it, okay? So don't die." She had stopped walking now and Melty looked up at her.

And his one eye widened when he saw her eyes water.

Weak little snack, what the hell is this?

"We'll look up an expert in the morning, and they can take care of you. And if we can't I'll protect you, I promise."

Don't give me that crap.

"Hey!"

Henrietta turned around with an "eep" to see just who she'd been searching for.

"Should you be out of bed?" Azucena asked as she approached. Behind her Ervin and K-Rok followed.

K-Rok recognized Henrietta but said nothing. He merely grunted and his eyes fell on Melty. The locked a gaze.

They'd never formally met, but K-Rok had saved his life before. [You look like s**t.]

Melty didn't respond.

[Fine, I don't wanna talk to you either.]

Azucena, meanwhile, inspected Henrietta. Not awkwardly, she merely studied her face to see how tired the girl looked - to make sure she could still walk, that she wasn't gonna pass out at any moment.

"I'm fine," Henrietta said. "I was actually l-looking for you." She diverted her eyes and Azucena stifled her laughter.

"For me? I'm flattered. How come?"

"Th-the concert. I was wondering if there was any way I could get a ticket still."

Azucena rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket, producing a ticket. "You've never been to one, have you?"

Henrietta shook her head.

"Rule number one, always buy more then one ticket." She offered it to Henrietta who took it hesitantly.

"Wh-why?"

The answer was obvious. "If you're going to chase a band all across the country you need money, right? So buy them when they're forty pokedollars, and sell them concert night for four hundred. It's an easy profit."

"And you're just giving me this?" Henrietta looked at the ticket.

"Heck no, you owe me one." Azucena grinned. "These guys are cool company, but they totally don't understand me." She gestured toward K-Rok and Ervin.

"S-so?"

"So let's go ride some rides." She took Melty from Henrietta, who protested briefly as Azucena handed him to K-Rok. "Don't worry, it'll be okay."

Henrietta, who had Socant hidden in the shadows keeping watch nodded. If anything went wrong he was ready to strike. "O-okay."

"Great, let's go. Just not on that one," she pointed at the broken ride.

Golberg

Where Goldberg was. That is until he managed to get off. He was the last one they planned to pull off. Which would've been fine, but he used his strength to free himself and had long since hopped off the ride.

"Yeah." He grunted pretty miserably. Then he'd begin to walk away until, suddenly, he reached into his pockets - which were huge - and produced two things of wadded up cloth. He threw the red one to Odin. "For tomorrow, won it while you thought I was on the Ferris wheel."

They were costumes from the popular Ariados Man series. The red one was a character known as Carnage. Which meant Goldberg's black one was obviously Venom.