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Tk, like Robby, Had plenty of time to think about things while Cleaning up his Pokemon. If he was honest with himself he'd know he was unsure about continueing there current pace, or at least who there going all hero against.

But after being called a Hero on TV he was riding High. So he was the next one up. "Of course im staying! I make up one third of our crew now!"

Wayne still needed to find his Pokemon. He had found one, and they were happy, but that didn't mean they all were. "I'm in," Wayne said.

That just left N and Salieri.

Henrietta hesitated a moment. Her parents weren't coming back, and hopefully they'd be long gone before someone came to evict them or something. She didn't know what was going to happen. The future was uncertain - terrifying even. Plasma, the terrorists, her friends fighting, her family troubles. A whole mountain of things.

But look at that group Henrietta felt herself smiling. Despite what happened to see everyone back safely, it was good. She felt back for Luiye, but she was sure that she'd be dead if he was - so this wasn't a time to be mourning.


"Yes, you all can stay here."

"But you gotta pull your weight, keep the place clean," Azucena chimed in.

***

And so, four days passed.

The end of March was right around the corner. The morning light peaked into the bedroom window of Henrietta's room, but it was empty.

The frontdoor opened to the tired Henrietta stepping inside. The end of a shift. She'd spent the half a week helping out around the city. Helping with the repairs to the stadium and the pokemon center, playing a civilian watch for crimes around the city with the lack of more than half the police force - there'd also been a lot of funerals the last few days.

Not to say it was all work, Henrietta had found herself dodging reporters as well. Apparently they were now famous, and everyone and their mother wanted an interview. Henrietta didn't want to be on television anymore, especially not after a certain magazine connected her to the rather unfortunate clothing mishap she'd had during her gym battle half a week ago.

The bags under her eyes said everything - she hadn't gotten much sleep the last week. A lot of work, a lot of training. The sum of it all was, she'd gotten quite the handle on her ability, and her Pokemon had grown stronger, the city was getting better but she was a mess.

Always a mess.

Hopefully Robby was making breakfast. She could herself, after he'd given her lessons, she could make some interesting things - but she didn't have the energy. She just wanted to rest until it was time to move out.

As the morning of the fifth day rolls around Kijin slowly wakes up from his cot it had been busy with the last fours days as people were trying to put the city back together. Many pokemon and people at this point as they cleared out the destroyed stadium as well as the pokemon center.

Kijin had decieded to help out as much as he could some even using his pokemon to help things around the city. Most of which were just erands or some quick help with projects when everyone else was busy. He trainned his pokemon when he could but he was more focused on the people of the city at the moment. He was surprised a few times when he heard reporters trying to get some information on the people who helped save the city and come to find out Henrietta was one of them.

He was surprised to hear about her exploits and what she had done for the city even occasionaly get some glances of her when the media tried to get information out of her. He never bothered to talk to her ever since she told him to leave her alone he wanted to do something but felt like it was best to just abid by her wishes though he did sometimes get between her and the media on occasions.

As he leaves his tent on the edge of the city he looked spotted Tropious landing near by the large pokemon slowly walks over to him greeting him,"Hey there Tropius they got you running around town this early again?" He reaches up and strokes the pokemon's head smiling softly.

There was something in the air, something the lad knew quite well. Smell of blood, though the smell was more likely to come to him when he was out hunting pokemon for food. Robert Tobb didn't know exactly what had brought him to that house, and entering it hadn't been part of the plan, but he wasn't sure what to say.

All that was visible was what looked to be a pokeball on the ground, next to a corpse of what looked to be a partially-eaten person. If he'd looked elsewhere around the house, the obese lad would have found bones from previous victims, meat completely chewed off. He moved only one step towards the ball, and saw it twitch. What rose had a face under the "hat" of the mushroom, on its stem. There was blood on the face, and the thing was chewing. Robby froze for a moment...

"Oh s**t."



The foongus hopped around, chewy having earned his name fairly well. In the five days, he'd been taught many lessons by Robby, and his pokemon, and was, for the moment, not causing any trouble.

The aforementioned obese lad was now floating around the kitchen, lifting himself, clothes on his body that were somehow baggy moving around with him, as his aura ability carried him around the kitchen and pulled various food ingredients to him. What was being made were pancakes, along with orange juice, fresh squeezed, bacon, and eggs.

As was proper, the pancakes would be placed on a board, opposite the other food, and he would make sure that they balanced each other as close as possible.

He'd been going for a fairly long time since the training period began, teaching the cloning kid to run freely, mostly coaching him on how to find and shift his center of gravity, teaching the Lillipup Girl how to cook, and giving himself some private training that had lead to this use of the ability.

The whole of the world around him worked as points to push off of, and pull from, he hadn't gotten targeting himself down quite yet, but the floating helped to train the power he had, and the control. Mostly the control.

"Breakfast!"

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"Boom!" Wayne shouted as Ronin's foot collided, "headshot!"

The Hitmonlee's leg whipped back to normal length and he put it to the floor.
Wayne swaggered forth, grin plastered to his face before stomping a foot down
and throwing a finger at his opponent.

"I win!"

The enemy Conkeldurr swayed on the spot, lasting a few seconds before
collapsing face-first on the arena floor, its two concrete pillars following with a
loud crash.

"Er, again! I win again!" Wayne said, jabbing a thumb into his chest.

"I hate you, Wayne Lee!" squealed his opponent. He almost felt bad for
trouncing a school girl in a pokémon match but he couldn't afford to be too
discerning. The battle institute didn't pay out, but it was a good source of
experience. And, as Wayne had worked out over the past four highly
eventful days, gaining experience was kind of his thing now.

"Thanks for the battle!" he called as the other trainer stropped off,
Conkeldurr recalled, leaving a heavy indent in the middle of the arena. "Man,
I'd hate to be the guy who has to fix--" the damaged area popped back into
position, scratch-free, "--okay, whatever. Our technology is weird."

Ronin walked past him, eyes closed. He looked kind of irritated but Wayne
couldn't think why. Must be the lack of challenge in Nimbasa. Outside of the
crew, Wayne wasn't able to find anyone who'd even managed to worry him in
a fight. The fact that they hadn't been able to leave the city just made matters
worse. He sighed, then followed his pokémon off the stage.

"Yo, Ronin, hold up!" he said once they were in the locker room. "I'm gonna
need to read you."

The pokémon begrudgingly obeyed, turning on the spot and folding his arms.
Wayne placed his hand on the fight type's head and concentrated. Images,
thoughts and feelings from the last match flooded his mind. It was almost
instinctive by now, but he made sure to close off the experience, tucking it
away so that he didn't get it confused with his own past.

"Okay, guys, knowledge time," Wayne said, taking out two other pokéballs
and opening them up. Daphne and Eukarya materialised. The Lilligant
automatically used Sweet Scent to help freshen up the odd-smelling locker
room, while the Duosion used his Self-Telekinesis technique to float a few
feet off the ground.

He held his hands towards the two pokémon and concentrated again. This
time, he imagined opening up the compartmentalised experience and pushing
it out of his hands. With his Aura linked up to his pokémon, Wayne was able
to share Hitmonlee's battle with the pair who'd sat it out. With this additional
knowledge, they'd all become more effective fighters.

"Aura's awesome," he said once he was done, "right, we've gotta go get
something to eat. I don't think we can keep sponging off of Henrietta like we
have been doing. She's bound to notice sooner or later."

Daphne nodded, Eukarya bickered with himself, while Hitmonlee scowled at
nothing in particular. Wayne slapped himself on the forehead.

"Aw crap, we're poor as dirt. Maybe even poorer. I know farmers talk about
soil being rich sometimes, so you never know. We'd better go find a regular
trainer to beat the stuffing out of so we can afford to eat something."

--BEEP BEEP BEEP--

Wayne checked the C-Room and gulped. No! He had to stay strong.
Sponging was for spongers. Besides, finding a battle in the city wouldn't be
too hard. Wasn't like they were in martial law or anything.

Kijin walked around the city after getting his breakfast his pokemon were still working on repairs or just making some deliveries around the city. He took the opportunity to get some exercise in with a quick jog around town. He started to stretch out before he started his jog around the city.