Update time, little munchkins.
After mentally scarring your diglett with your excessive weirdness, you both set off at a slow pace towards where the white clothed man had gone. The mouth of the cave was large and imposing, with imprints of what looked like the legendary pokemon Groudon on the side. At your feet you could just see footprints, so you bent down to make sure you were going the right way. However, when you brushed a hand over the earth by accident, you felt a torrent of pain surge up your arm as volts and volts of electricity invaded your body. You quickly withdrew you hand and, still panting, gave a panicked look at Diglett to make sure he was all right. Fortunately, being a ground type spared the mole the pain, so it seems you let out just the right pokemon for the job. You let out a sigh of relief before continuing into the cave. Eventually, you reached a fork in the road. It’s too dark to see far down each tunnel section, so you’ll just have to guess. Sucks for Joey-boy. What do you do…?
Trusting your dark-types instincts, you both decided to stay in the tent for a while, just in case… so you waited. And waited. And waited some more, and just when you were ready to give up, you heard an eerily high-pitched shriek from outside. You should probably investigate that, or you could listen to your dark-types psychic powers. You know, either is good. What do you do…?
The girl smirked when Bonno was released onto the field, and her eyes once again glowed red. The kadabra’s eyes glowed in unison, and it spun it’s spoons around in an almost threatening way before letting out a low “Kadabra.” Before Bonno had time to react, he was sent flying back into your lap, and you both fell into a crumpled heap. He quickly recovered, although slightly shaken by the psychic types strength, and growled angrily. He raised his bone and shut his eyes, while the kadabra seemed un-phased. At an almost abnormal speed, two rocks ripped out of the ground and threw themselves at where kadabra was seconds before. But they went through thin air. Releasing this, Bonno panickedly looked around, searching for the psychic type. You spotted him first though, right behind Bonno. The kadabra had already prepared an Ice Punch, and before you could say anything, had hurled his fist into the back of your cubone’s head. The ground type hit the ground hard, and eyes looked like they were about to close for a second, as he lay in the flowers. But with incredible determination, groggily got back and begin to dig underground. The hole he dug got lower and lower, and within ten seconds you couldn’t see him. You looked excitedly at the kadabra, expecting him to be hit any moment now, until a faint red could be seen from the bottom of the hole. It sped faster and faster upwards, until it soared out of the earth at tremendous speeds and fading to reveal a cubone. The ground-type once again plummeted into the ground, and this time did not get back up. Cubone has fainted. Please send out another pokemon. This girls strength is unreal... What do you do…?
The mans eyes widened in surprise after you finished talking, and his face contorted into an expression of menacing rage. “How the hell do you know about Team Rocket?” he growled, as his hands ripped off his Silph jacket to reveal a black t-shirt with a large ‘R’ in the middle of it. You stayed quiet and got ready to run, but heard a feminine voice behind you. You turned to see a woman with dark red hair wearing a Rocket uniform, clutching a pokeball. “She won’t tell you, Morris,” said the woman. “No, that would be to easy.” The rocket known as Morris sighed almost wearily, and grabbed a pokeball off his own belt. “Your right, we’ll find out just as easily in the interrogation lab. But first.” In unison they threw the pokeballs to the ground, the woman’s releasing a pidgeotto and Morris’s a Solrock. The woman smirked. “I love this part!” she exclaimed gleefully. The man grinned. “Terra, you love all the parts.” What do you do…?