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Sipping gently on the fresh sode in his hands, Raskal walked up behind the group gathered in front of the sign displaying the contestants to move onto round two. "Looks like you guys secured your place in the next round. Congratulations!" He took another sip of his now empty drink, made apparent by the continuous slurping noise coming from the straw hitting the bottom of the plastic container.

“Yeah,” we did she told Jace happily as she went and sat down in the seats to watch Al battle Rita. She was very excited to see her two new friends battle.

Missy sat on Lilly’s shoulder intently waiting for Al and Rita to start their battle.

"No worries. It was a good scared, where your frightened, but excited at the same time, just waitng for the next thing to happen." Al smiled at Rita.

((sorry, i'm too bored not to post. but fear not, this is just me setting up for future events. mainly for raskal, but for everyone's enjoyment as well. read it!))

Raskal decided to get a little fresh air as he waited for the next round of the competition to begin. As he stepped outside he was greeted by the sight of a curious old man with little hair on his sun-burned head and a colorful silk shirt draped over his slender shoulders, despite the biting chill of the Seafoam Island air.

"Blaine!" Raskal shouted with obvious enthusiasm.

The strange old man turned to regard the trainer approaching him. "Raskal, what a surprise! I thought you would never show that face of your's again this side of Victory Road."

"Stuff it will you?!" Raskal scolded the fiery gym leader. "I'm trying to be incognito. If you're going to go shouting like that then call me Jace."

Blaine paused and stared at the youth with a fixed glare. "You want me to call you..." He hesitated before finishing the thought, "...Jace?" The old man ground his teeth and clentched his fist. Suddenly Raskal noted the change in his demeanor and started to respond but was cut off as the gym leader's fist connected with his jaw. The blow was surprisingly harder than expected and Raskal found himself stumbling to the side and holding his face in agony. "You want me to call you Jace!?" Blaine shouted again, only half-asking this time.

Raskal straightened himself and stared at the sinewy old man. From the pain in his jaw, the trainer understood that he had made a vital mistake.

"You plan on using his name knowing what kind of man he was?! You had better learn how to live up to that name if you're going to go around using it." Blaine shifted his stance and relaxed a bit. He let out a sigh of resignation and added, "He was too important not to."

Still holding his throbing jaw, Raskal looked down out of shame. "You know he was important to me too Blaine. I wouldn't be here if he hadn't..." He let the words hang in the air as if the sentence would finish itself.

In fact it didn't have to be finished because Blaine understood completely what Raskal was referring to. "I'm just going to pretend this never happened." He turned to leave. "I've got to return home for now, I don't have much taste for these silly contests anyway." Blaine marched off down the steps of the contest hall, his sandals flip-flopping beneath his tanned feet as he walked. "By the way..."

Raskal's ears perked up, as if sensing another punch coming his way.

"If you're heading over to Cinnabar Island later this month stop by. I'm throwing a Halloween bash at the foot of the volcanoe! It's going to be one heck of a party! Bwahaha!" Blaine turned to leave again and this time didn't stop to look back, laughing outrageously the whole way until he was out of sight.

Raskal stood there somewhat shocked by the whole encounter. "Bi-polar old codger!" He shouted after the gym leader. He reached up to stroke his jaw again. "I hope he didn't knock any of my teeth loose," he mumbled to himself.

((I'm so bored!!! Come back Rasengan so I can write something!

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((Just Rasen is fine.))