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    Twelve years ago, the criminal syndicate known as Team Rocket discovered intelligence that the legendary mirage Pokémon known as "Mew" was living in a far-off, mountainous and undeveloped area of the world. Under the orders of their new leader, Giovanni, Rocket agents weere deployed to the area to search for relics and fossils to further their own ends toward wealth and conquest. They succeeded in finding a single hair belonging to Mew. Giovanni asked Dr. Fuji, an experienced scientist specializing in genetics, to clone Mew for him. For his own reasons, Fuji agreed and began work on the project.

    Four months later, Mewtwo, a warped clone of the original Mew, was successfully created and was stored at New Island. At this point, he was still undeveloped and immature, living in a large test tube. Nearby was stored a tube containing Ambertwo, an exacted clone replica of Dr. Fuji's deceased daughter. Though Dr. Fuji and Giovanni thought Mewtwo was sleeping inside his tube, his innate psychic abilities allowed him to communicate telepathically with Ambertwo. However, because the lifeforce of a human is not as strong as a Pokémon's, the Amber clone's health worsened over time, until she finally died. Mewtwo, though saddened, began to communicate with the other cloned Pokémon in the lab, including a Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander. However, these clones showed signs of a deteriorating condition, as well, though Mewtwo remained as healthy as ever. Rocket Scientists eventually isolated the genetic cause for the clones' failing health and Mewtwo's inherent resistance to it, saving all future clones from dying similarly to Ambertwo.

    Over many years, Mewtwo fully matured and began to discreetly probe the minds of the scientists, learning of his own conception and their purposes for him, wishing only to use him as a means to further their research and gain wealth and prestige. He ultimately broke out of his test tube. Those responsible for its creation were ecstatic, ensured that they had succeeded in their goal of creating the world's most powerful Pokémon. Enraged and confused about the circumstances that led to his creation, powers and forced captivity, Mewtwo attacked the scientists on New Island. The computer-based security systems attacked and attempted to kill him to protect the scientists, but Mewtwo quickly recovered and destroyed the entire research facility on the island, sparing only the other clones.

    Immediately thereafter, Giovanni found Mewtwo and convinced him to help with Team Rocket's goal of controlling the world in exchange for teaching Mewtwo how to control his abilities. Mewtwo's power was focused in a robotic suit of armor, preforming tasks such as battling within the Viridian Gym and disabling wild Pokémon for Rocket members to capture. Eventually, after two years of this "training," Mewtwo became wise to Giovanni's plans, knowing that he had practically honed his skills on his own and was merely being used by Giovanni. He developed a strong hatred for humans, and thought that they were weak beings only interested in power and greed; he also despised the Pokémon who served humans. He escaped from Giovanni, destroying Team Rocket headquarters in the process, and relocated to its birthplace on New Island.

    Mewtwo rebuilt the cloning lab of his birth as he remembered it, also now surrounding it with a viable fortress of his own design, complete with a colosseum for battling, constructed by his psychic power and from the remains of Rocket buildings that he had destroyed or invaded. After completing this project, Mewtwo invaded several Rocket facilities, extracting his fellow clone Pokémon from their captivity and relocating them to his base on New Island. But with this goal accomplished, Mewtwo become lost. The only purpose he and his cloned brethren had ever known was to fight. They had been created by humans to fight. They were, at their core, merely tools of those selfish humans...

    No.

    Mewtwo and the other clones had a right to exist. Even if they were born of human experiments rather than by natural creation, they still had a right to live as much as the "real" Pokémon. They were better, stronger. They had the right to be alive.

    And he would fight to prove it.


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    Dateline: June Fourth. Tuesday. Early morning.


    A young woman dressed in a formal brown dress ascended the stone steps to her Master's chambers. She had no name. She had nothing except her service to the Master. And serve she did. She entered her Master's chambers which were, like the rest of the Master's fortress, of the appearance as though they had been hewn from stone. Several monitors and other machines of an otherworldly construction lined the walls, and the vast space was otherwise unoccupied except for a massive chair that matched the appearance of the walls. The chair was facing distinctly away from the door, so that its occupant could not be seen.

    The woman approached, but kept her distance, and asked in a soft, kind voice, "It is the morning of your... subjects' arrival. What would you have me do to prepare?"

    Silence.

    "As you wish, my Master."

    The woman left, seemingly with a direction, as though she had found some form of assignment despite no audible order. Now alone, the figure in the chair turned its head to look over the monitors, which were flashing between various trainers, with one large screen focused over a ship dock, where many appeared to be gathering. He watched the screens with less disinterest than he had in some time. His plan had fallen in place perfectly so far.

    Now was the time.
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    Julian sprinted through the drizzle, Pyro and Surge running beside him. Both Pokemon had crooked smirks on their faces as they attempted to outrun each other, Surge gaining a significant advantage from the wet conditions. Drops of rain sizzled and evaporated as they struck Pyro's majestic mane of flames, the Typhlosion distinctly uneasy.

    Julian could see Surge sharing the unease. All of his Pokemon seemed on edge, as if there was something dark coming, something that shouldn't even exist, yet did and it seemed to emit darkness with all the potency of an eclipse.

    Truly, the storm rolling in seemed to cast ominous shadows on the whole affair, and Julian's Pokemon were certainly having second thoughts.

    Surge leapt a short gap across the writhing sea to land neatly on the concrete pier where the ferries were supposed to leave from, skidding slightly on the wet surface. Pyro followed, barely keeping his grip and preventing himself from slipping into the churning waves below.

    "Guys, quit it," Julian said "you're just gonna take a dive, and I don't think either of you want to be swimming in this." Pyro glanced at the waves and cringed, while Surge just smirked as she fixed her gaze on the twisting maelstrom below. Julian sighed and shook his head, holding out their Poke Balls "Surge, Pyro, return." The two Pokemon became shadows of themselves, silhouettes of crimson aura that were sucked into the red and white spheres in Julian's grip.

    He clipped the Poke Balls to his belt and kept running, covering his head with his arms to stop himself getting completely soaked.

    The storm had seemingly rolled in from nowhere, no weather forcasts heralding it, no warnings coming.

    That in itself was strange.

    Perhaps the unease of the Pokemon wasn't completely unfounded.

    He burst into the ferry terminal, gasping fo breath as he collapsed onto one of the crimson couches within, weakly holding out Pyro and Surge's Poke Balls and releasing them.

    "Damn storm," he muttered "damn rain. Damn world's greatest Pokemon trainer. Damn invitation... Damn everything."
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    There was quite a crowd in the Fuchsia ferry terminal, both human and Pokemon, with more coming in. According to the timetable on the wall, no boats were scheduled for this time of morning. But there were two boats out there, doing something. They hadn’t opened either to passengers yet.

    It was like this competition, Isis thought. Every other competition she had been to had some advertisement. Newspaper clips, internet alerts, radio announcements, TV commercials... for this competition, there wasn’t a peep. No reporters were here covering the moment. It was just the competitors gathering and waiting.

    Just this once, she didn’t mind. The reporters always managed to pick her out for questions. She did stand out of a crowd like this. With a rainbow ribbon headband, bright green tie-dye shirt, and smiley face patched jeans, Isis looked like she should be a rock groupie, like for Jimi Hendrix. Which was always an option (although not with Hendrix, unfortunately). She hadn’t really set her mind on doing one thing yet. Training her Pokemon and traveling from one competition to another kept her going for now.

    There was always the question, what to do? She’d settle on something after this next competition. Of course, it was always she’d settle after the next one. Never right now.

    She looked over the boats. Definitely a rich person, this mysterious host was flaunting a lot of power, prestige, and wealth while not really flaunting it. It was kind of bizarre and Isis hadn’t decided if she liked it or not. He got his Pokemon to locate people they’d never met before, and she had encountered a Fearow, a Normal and Flying type. He organized a large competition without alerting anyone in the media. And now he had not one, but two nice looking boats to come pick them up. If someone had the ability to do this kind of thing, why make absolutely no fuss about it?

    Might just be one of those quirky hermits.

    In her arms, Annie scrunched down nervously, not making a sound. She liked being held like a doll, probably because she was a doll-like Bannette. By her side, Lopa edged closer to her. “Awaaa,” she whispered, grabbing Isis’ other arm.

    “What’s up, girls?” she asked. Taking care not to touch the Lopunny’s sensitive ears, she scratched Lopa on the head. She listened to the light patter of raindrops on the metal roof. “Will this storm be bad? It’ll be rough boating if it gets here.”

    The two Pokemon looked up at her, Annie’s headband slipping a bit. They both had rainbow ribbons to match Isis’, although Lopa’s was tied around her arm to make room for her white scarf. Something wasn’t right and they were worried.
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    "Comflabit all!," Leroy shouted, walking around the crowd of trainers assembled near the docks. And if you haven't guessed yet, Leroy wasn't happy. Now a number of things was annoying the old trainer about now:
    1: It was raining
    2: All these young folk around here looked like they had barely any experiance all.
    3: The message to come here had been delivered by an Areodactyl, an obvious slur at his age.
    4: The fact that this 'greatest trainer in the world' couldn't come over to the mainland himself, and instead had to make everyone else come to him.

    Leroy looked out at the boats again. His vision wasn't what it used to be, but he made them out alright. They were titans to be sure. Large steel behemoths that looked like they could with stand any event.... but they still weren't boarding. And that was another thing to go on the list. This 'trainer' couldn't keep to a schedule. WHY WEREN'T THEY BOARDING YET?

    "I'm giving this whiper-snapper 10 minutes to let us get on the boats, then I'm heading to the island myself. Ain't nothing a boat can do that Captain, can't do better..." Leroy muttered under his breath, walking towards the nearest boat. His shoes, even while being made for such conditions' were slipping on the wet dock, and it seemed like other trainers were having less luck then even him keeping still. In fact, one partcular puck in a muscle shirt, and several peircings slid right into Leroy's side, and started walking past him, but took the time to look around and say:

    "Watch it old man, or I might have to cap ya"

    Before the boy knew what hit him, he had lost control of his arms. He turned his head to see Leroy with his arms hooked under his, and pulling them back. Anger was in the old man's eyes, and a frown was clearly visable from his Santa style beard. A flash of lightning lit up his dark eyes for a second before he began speaking.

    "Now, boy. Is that how you talk to your elder after you fun into him? Now I think you should apologize. Now. Or I could just feed the king of the ocean. So what's it going to be?"

    The boy was frightened for a second, then he returned his ugly face into the grin it had been in a second ago.

    "Listen you crusty old fart, don't make me beat yo flabby old-" but in the middle of his threat, a steel-toed army-boot connected with his soft-spot, between the fork of his legs. And to Leroy's delight, he heard a popping noise. This vermin wouldn't be reproducing. Leroy let the boy fall to the ground, holding his stomach, and making wretching noises.

    "You better learn some manners before we get on these boats. Now take it like a man and stand up," Leroy proclaimed, walking around the boy, and kept on going forward, into the rain... in fact, the rain was starting to be a problem. It had already matted his beard up, and gave him a nice cleaning a month before schedule, and it had gotten his shirt and pant's completely soaked. He reached an old hairy arm into his dreanched pocket, and pulled out an old pokeball. If he had had his way, he would have stuck with his first model pokeball, wich was brown, and worked by unscrewing it, but he had to switch pokeballs after a while to acommadate with the dumb nurses in the pokemon centers that can't work an old model. Still, he clicked the white button on the small sphere, and in a plash of red light, Captain the Blastoise was standing over him.

    "Cap, give me some cover will you. This rain's giving me an early bath."

    And so the Blastoise bent it's mass over the old man, and looked out into the sea, along with his master, while they waited to board the boats.
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    Meanwhile, a lone teenager strode across Route 18, an umbrella shielding him from the worst of the rain. His raven-black hair was dry as a bone, forming a stark contrast to his signature sweatshirt. The rain had been coming down in such sheets that the umbrella had only managed to protect his head. As Joshua Colquhoun came within the city limits, he gave a sigh of relief. Finally, perhaps he could get a bit of shelter. He wondered exactly why he'd been asked to get on a boat at Fuchsia, rather than Vermilion. Perhaps it was less conspicuous. Fuchsia's port was much smaller than Vermilion's. Joshua sneezed. He'd catch his death out here, if he didn't find shelter...

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    It was ten minutes later that he reached the Pokemon Centre. He had no intention of staying here, he just had to warm himself up before moving on. The freezing rain was a nightmare. Joshua rubbed his arms, as he ordered a hot chocolate. Really, where had that storm come from? Kanto was in the middle of a heatwave. "Curiouser, and curiouser..." he muttered to himself after draining the cup. Still, no time to lose. He was running late, and so, he put his umbrella back up, and went on his "merry" way, reaching the ferry terminal.
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    A sudden dark object fell flying down from the sky as Raven made his descent, Luke holding strongly onto the back of the bird as it flew. The Honchkrow came to a sudden halt as its feet gripped into the ground, Luke leaping of the birds back and returning the creature into the small orb like item he held in his hand and putting it straight on a hook resting on the mans belt. Staring across the ocean in front of him, he glared with a peak of anger at the stormy waves beginning to form. It wouldn’t be wise to ride Mantine in this sort of state, and as such, he’d have to take the method every other invitee would most likely have to take, the boat. He took one last look at the ocean before turning and walking in the direction of the terminal, hoping he wasn’t too late to join the ferry heading off.

    Strolling into the front terminal, his eyes flickered from area to area in an attempt to find where he was supposed to be going. Staring towards the people heading in various directions, he saw none who would generally strike him as a A-class trainer, and as such he was fairly sure the people would be fairly unknown like he was these days. The means of which his message was delivered fascinated him quite a bit. Attached to the end of a Drifblim, quite a clever means of message delivering. Walking up to the counter, he slowly began to converse with the lady at the desk, not making eye contact at all.

    “I’m here to face the ‘greatest trainer’, and I’m not sure which terminal I should be heading too.”

    The lady smiled, and pointed towards one of the docking sections, Luke nodding as he left to head towards the place. He hoped he wasn’t too late for this, as he’d worked himself up quite a bit over this through the past few days, training up Scout and Sparkle, two of his currently physically weakest Pokemon, and perfecting their skills in order for the tournament. He just honestly hoped he wasn’t too late for the event, as this could truly be a chance to get the credit that Luke secretly believed he deserved.
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    Sarah Abbot – Port – South of Fuschia

    Two ships came into view as Sarah rounded the corner. She smiled to herself. She’d made good time getting here from Pewter. Briefly, Sarah wondered whether she should have switched some of her regular pokemon back from Oak, but on reflection she’d probably not have had time. Besides, it wasn’t like her current team wasn’t competent.

    Chaining her bicycle to a railing, she paused for a moment to enjoy the sea breeze. It reminded her of home. And the drizzle; this was true June weather. Who needs sunshine? Apparently not everyone was enjoying it though; she could see an elderly gent sheltering bad temperedly under his Blastoise,

    A number of trainers were already assembled by the pier. She eyed them somewhat nervously. No-one she immediately recognised, either personally or famous faces. That was odd. In fact, this whole thing was a little odd; why had she heard nothing of the tournament, save for the invite? Usually, you’d hear something of even relatively minor tournaments. Ah well. Maybe the guy was a recluse. Either way, Sarah was determined to enjoy herself. Some battling, some relaxing, maybe even some sunbathing if the weather picked up. What could be better?
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    The figure in the chair watched over the monitors, all of which now showed varying points of view over the south port of Fuchsia City. Exactly as he had requested, all of the trainers had gathered there, with no stragglers. All prepared to meet an impossible challenge. All willing to rush into an utter failure. Such foolishness.

    Perhaps he should provide them with a "preliminary round"?


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    Something is definitely wrong here, Jenny thought, overlooking the crowd. The police department had received an anonymous tip-off last week that some sixty trainers were going to be gathering at their docks on this particular morning, and sure enough, here they were. The few that she had talked to claimed that they had been sent equally anonymous invitations to a tournament and had been told to gather here. Even the captains of the boats that had been arranged to take them to the competition were completely in the dark. Again, messages with no name attached, providing pay for ferrying trainers to a certain location. All of this had been arranged by some person from far away without any in-person contact.

    It was too suspicious.

    Then Jenny felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned around to see two men staring her in the face. Both were well-set, one tall and muscular and the other short and stout. The tall one wore a traditional Navy Captain's uniform and had white hair and a full beard with a mustache, while the short one was completely bald with a scrunched face wearing overalls and an orange shirt.

    "Officer," the taller one said politely, "Please tell the trainers that the boats cannot be taken out today."

    Jenny stared back. "Are you sure?" she asked worriedly. New of this would certainly cause an uproar in anyone, let alone this many hot-blooded trainers geared up for competition.

    The stout man crossed his arms. "We'd love to take 'em, missy. Plenty benefit to us, but we're not risking our ships. This storm's bad enough weather for it, and it's only looking to get worse." Jenny nodded, understanding the decision. Then she went down from the observation deck to the foyer floor and picked up the P.A. system. She prepared herself mentally for the backlash from the trainers, but it couldn't be helped.

    "Excuse me, your attention, please," she announced, almost immediately gathering intent listeners. "I'm obligated to inform you that the ferries arranged to take you to the tournament-" she now had literally everyone's attention, "-will not be able to make the trip today." Of course, there was an outrage at these words, but she was ready for it and kept a determined look.

    "Trainers, look out the windows!" she demanded. Most did take a look out, seeing the literal torrent already coming down and the unending dark clouds threatening to continue all day. "This weather is clearly not to be tested. This is a decision of the Captains, and a matter of safety. Even if they were willing, regulations would not allow them out in this storm. We deeply apologize-"

    "Whatever!" somebody out of the crowd shouted. The uproar quieted considerably as a preteen boy jumped up onto a bench and continued yelling. "I'm not letting this rain stop me! I came here to fight this 'world's greatest Pokémon trainer', and I'm not letting this get in my way!" Jenny shook her head.

    "You can't," she said calmly, now off of the loudspeaker. "The boats won't travel, and it's too dangerous to-"

    She was interruped again by a call of "B.S.!" Another trainer, a young woman this time, pointed directly at her and claimed, "If the boats won't go, then I'll do it myself! Dewgong and I will swim there if we have to!" With that, she ran out the back door, obviously ready to make the journey by sea on a Pokémon's back. Jenny bit her lip. This was too dangerous of a situation.

    "Everyone, please remain calm," she announced over the loudspeaker. "We do not advise taking any similar action. It's highly unsafe to-" but she trailed off when she noticed that all but a handful were no longer listening. Most of the trainers were already either talking amongst themselves and their Pokémon about what to do, and several had already taken after the girl without another thought. Jenny continued to give warnings and try to persuade others to remain in the safety of the shelter, but she was still losing people by the minute....
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    Julian smirked at the bravery of those trainers running out to make the journey by sea with their Pokemon.

    "You up for it Surge?" he asked, looking at his Floatzel, who was standing at her full height with a determined glint in her eyes as she watched numerous Pokemon being released into the raging tides of the storm.

    She growled an agreement.

    "Good, then!" Julian said "Pyro, you'll have to sit this out in your Poke Ball. Return, buddy." The Typholosion dissolved into crimson aura and retreated into the safety of his Poke Ball, which Julian clipped to his belt. Then he began to ran, leaping benches with Surge beside him.

    "Stop!" he heard Officer Jenny call. Before he plunged into the storm, he turned back to her, standing over the other trainers as he supported himself on a bench.

    "Listen," he called, voice cutting through the uproar "we're Pokemon Trainers, officer, adventurers. If we were quitters, we wouldn't be here right now. I can appreciate those good men not wanting to risk their lives, but we have a tournament to get to. I'm taking the hard path, and riding through that storm with Surge."

    "Why?" Officer Jenny called "why risk your life?"

    "Why?" Julian laughed good-naturedly "why do we challenge ourselves? We don't do these things becuase they're easy, we do them becuase they're hard. Goodbye... for now!"

    He turned and the storm engulfed him as he ran outside.

    "Damn it," he muttered as he and Surge leapt over the concrete wall protecting walkers from falling into the sea below...

    As he hit, the impact forced the air from his lungs. Precious bubbles passed his lips, engulfing him even as he forced himself to swim towards the dim light above, feeling Surge grab him and pull him up with all the force in her body...

    They broke the surface, Surge flashing him a grin, Julian just panting for air as he wrapped his arms around her neck, tightly enough that he wouldn't slip off, but not so tight she would choke.

    "You okay?" he coughed. She nodded and started swimming, her twin tails spinning like a propellor to push them onwards towards New Island and the World's Greatest Pokemon Trainer, whoever he might be...
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    So the boats wouldn’t be going out. Isis didn’t blame them, as the ocean’s surface looked quite choppy from here. Letting go of Annie for a moment, she grabbed her blue daisy jacket and put it on. “That’s that,” she said quietly. “He’ll probably reschedule, so might as well hang around here for a day or two.”

    A good number of the other Trainers weren’t of the same mind set. One girl shouted at Officer Jenny and went right for the stormy waters. A number of people followed her. And then one bold fellow jumped on a bench and gave a rabble-rousing speech. “We don’t do these things because they’re easy, we do them because they’re hard. Goodbye... for now.” Then he went off over the wall.

    Isis rolled her eyes. “Boys. I’ve got Chilly to think about. And Sunny and the rest.”

    “Eh?” Lopa asked, tilting her head and lifting one ear. The challenge sounded tempting (especially since she wouldn’t have to touch the waters), but something about this whole deal made her nervous today. Which side was more rewarding?

    Isis’s mind was buzzing. There was an advertised competition over in Pewter in a week, and of course qualifications for the famous Whirl Cup. Or the League challenge. She’d probably have time to get a few Kanto Gyms in before the Whirl qualifications, although she definitely had to go searching out another Water-type to accompany hers... back to the age-old question, what to do.

    And then, serendipity struck. Or rather, a girl named Serendipity came by. She was a tall one at six and a half feet. Many fellow competitors considered her a knockout, either in looks or in her habit of using high-powered Pokemon and possibly dirty tactics. Four years ago, Serendipity and Isis had crossed paths; they’d been rivals ever since.

    “Oh hey, I thought I’d face you if I came here,” Serendipity said slyly. “Can’t resist a good battle, can you?”

    “Well you’re here too,” Isis retorted, taking Annie back into her arms. Beside her, Lopa sniffed haughtily.

    “Yeah. Stinks, don’t it, that those captains are total cowards.”

    “I bet their boats cost a small fortune. I wouldn’t want to risk that in bad weather.”

    Serendipity waved it off like it wasn’t an important factor. “Whatever. Say, you chickening out and leaving early?”

    “Bah,” Annie retorted, shaking her pigtails.

    “I’m not being a chicken,” Isis claimed.

    “Yeah right. A good number of people have taken off already, so I bet this weirdo’s competition is going to stay on schedule. Besides, you couldn’t make it over.”

    Isis should have figured that Serendipity was just egging her on. Her rival had always tried to get her into trouble (and had occasionally succeeded). But she’d never liked Serendipity and really didn’t like it suggested that her Pokemon were weak. With her blood simmering close to a boil, she clenched her fists. “We can make it over.”

    “Dahcha!” Lopa affirmed. If the jerk Serendipity was heading over to New Island, then they would too.

    “I don’t believe it.” She released an Altaria. “But I’m going and I will show this so-called greatest Trainer what greatness really means. Let’s fly!”

    A clap of thunder tore through the sky. “Awk?” Altaria called nervously.

    She scowled. “I said, let’s fly!”

    Grudgingly, Altaria grabbed Serendipity’s shoulders and took off into the air. Isis watched her, face burning with anger. “It’s surprising that those fluffy little wings can carry her.”

    “Eh-heh-heh,” Annie chuckled through her permanently shut zipper mouth. Then she pointed out to the ocean. Lopa nodded.

    “Right girls. We won’t let her show us up. But...” she looked out at the waters. The waves were steadily growing, and unsteadily shifting about. Isis didn’t have any Pokemon capable of flying her out to the island location. “Better prepare as well as we can.”

    She zipped up and secured her jacket. It was waterproof precisely for this purpose. Before she had left home years ago, her mother had warned her to consider her appearance even when she was on the road. “You’ll never know who you’ll run into out there,” she had said. “And you don’t want a Gym Leader’s first impression of you to be a slovenly dusty traveler.”

    In this case, it was more of a she didn’t want to show up to a battle competition looking like she was entering a wet t-shirt contest. That would be horrible. As for her jeans, eh, she had other pairs she could swap into in her bag (also waterproof). Then she recalled her Lopunny and ran out to the docks. She grabbed a different Pokeball. “You’re going in the water, Chilly!”

    A white light flashed from the ball and a Walrien appeared. She barked in greeting and looked up at Isis expectantly. For a moment, she had an uneasy feeling. But that meant danger was near, right? And danger meant adventure. Chilly loved adventure.

    Isis knelt down and patted her head. “Do you mind taking me out to New Island?”

    Cheerily, she barked again, splashing some salt water about.

    “Okay then. Annie, help us out as a guide.” When the Banette nodded, she added, “All right then, we’re off!” She slipped off the dock onto Chilly’s back.

    The Walrien had a hairy rubbery skin that Isis had never had trouble hanging onto. As a cold salty wave crashed into her, she was momentarily stunned by it. This would be a long uncomfortable trip. But, it would prove that she was willing to do much more than Serendipity.

    Placing herself on Chilly’s head, Annie scanned the area with her otherworldly senses. She recalled the map from the hologram device pretty well. Then again, there was something in the same general area that she could pick out without looking. Hopefully that led them to New Island too. She gave a pat for attention, then pointed south. The Walrien barked, then slipped off into the waters. Of those leaving for the competition, they were at the end of the pack. But she could make up for lost time.
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    Isis’s mind was buzzing. There was an advertised competition over in Pewter in a week, and of course qualifications for the famous Whirl Cup.
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    So, he'd come all this way, through the freezing rain for nothing? Tauros manure! Some had similar feelings, others seemed indifferent. And then there were those who had decided to take action. Water, and Flying type Pokemon were being released on all sides. Flying types struggled against the powerful winds, but were powering along nicely. Water types struggled with the crashing waves, but made steady progress. Joshua had abandoned training in the Sevii Islands for this... And boat tickets to One Island weren't as cheap as they used to be. And so, he handed off his umbrella to a drenched, shivering girl, gave her a nod, and a flash of the smile, before drawing a single red and white orb from his pocket. He tossed it high in the air, and in a flash of white light, a long, serpentine Pokemon appeared in the ocean in front of him. Her hazel eyes seemed to penetrate the soul. Escalia, Joshua's recently acquired Milotic. In a second flash, a smaller, green creature appeared. Its diamond-shaped wings were more suited to flight than appeared, and the large, red eyes, enabled it to see great distances. Despite the fact that it looked like an insect, Fritz the Flygon was in fact, part Ground type, part Dragon type. "Escalia, we're going swimming," said Joshua, as he climbed over the railings of the pier, jumping onto his water snake. "Fritz, can you fly ahead, and look for this New Island place?" The Flygon sighed. How he hated flying. "Please, Fritz? We have no idea where we're going!" Again, Fritz sighed, but took off into the air, flying ahead, leaving Joshua and Escalia alone. He took hold of the long, red appendages that extended from the Milotic's head, and comically cracked them, like the reins of a Rapidash. "Yah!" he cried, geeing her up.
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    "GAH! I was going to go myself anyway! I don't need no stinken boats!," Leroy shouted, running out from under Captain. The announcement had come at little suprose to him. No decent captain would risk their crew and passangers in this weather. it was only common sense. Somthing some of these kids couldn't understand while yelling about 'bravery' and 'purpose' and 'destiny'. They didn't have any of their wits about them at all to think that the ship's captains were only scared for their own skin.

    And now these snot nosed brats were heading of into the sea, with illusions of gradure in their small ,underdeveloped, pride driven minds. And the only reason was because some stranger who no one has ever heard of invited them to their house... kind of suscpicious. None the less, Leroy was determined to get a peice of the fool who made a slur at his age. This trainer has no respect for the elderly. And it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out on these whipersnappers too. Most were running to a salty doom, thinking they could make it on a squirtle. No, if you wanted to make it through this weather, a fully evolved pokemon was the way to go. Captain was the way to go.

    "Cap'n! We are heading out to New Island, to put up an Old Fashion Beatdown. Let's go, partner!" Leroy shouted, running around to Captains back. Captain grunted several times in what sounded like an exuberant laugh, and bent down to allow Leroy easy access onto his slippery back. And after much scrambling, Leroy sat on the neck of his giant terrapin pokemon, pointing out to sea.

    "Let's go get that little weasel! TO NEW ISLAND!" Leroy cried, as Captain jumped into the ocean.

    "TOISE!" Captain bellowed in agreement, swimming into the sea at high speeds.
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    Luke groaned a large and not particularly happy sigh, as he listened to what the officer had to say. Luke had worked pretty hard to get prepared for this, and they were just going to cancel all the effort he had put in? He didn’t think so. Preparing to approach the captain and give him a word or two, he slowly began to notice the area around him. Everyone was actually leaving. This was surprising Luke quite a bit; weren’t they wanting this as much as he did? Ah well, if all these people didn’t want this, then this meeting was certainly off. Beginning to storm out with the crowd, he finally noticed what the group were doing. Looking at them as they all released their Pokemon, he found himself to be mistaken. Obviously they did all want this, as otherwise, none of them would be doing exactly what they were doing now, risking their lives to get to this island. Luke smiled, it was nice to have a bit of competition.

    Grabbing his pokeball, he threw it up into the air, Raven majestically flying out and landing on the ground in front of him. He wasn’t going to let anyone beat him to this place, and as such, he needed to get a move on. He began to speak. “Raven, we need to get going now if we are going to get to the island. The Captains have chickened out, but I don’t expect you to do so. I need you to take me on your back into the sky, and we should probably reach there within the hour.” He paused, staring at the Honchkrows look of confusion, as the bird slowly pointed with one wing at the water, and then at Lukes belt, signifying the bird was indeed confused about what was going on. “Well, you know how Mantine can be, and I don’t think I can trust him to carry me that distance without trying one of his extreme tricks. No, it will have to be you. You can fly through storms, we’ve done it plenty of times before.” He smiled at the bird, who although still looking doubtful, flexed her wings and allowed Luke to get on top of her body.

    And in one moment, she was in the sky, her wings flapping at full speed as she sped through the wind, dodging other flying Pokemon as she darted at a ever increasing rate. Luke slowly began to think to himself. Was this really worth it? Risking his life just to get to and island to battle someone who’s probably a faker or a nobody? It didn’t seem completely worth it in hindsight, but it was far too late now. His Honchkrow was now zooming through the sky at a rocket pace, and Luke wouldn’t have it any other way. He was going to win this now, no matter what the cost would be, and he was going to do it with style.

    “Here we go…”
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    The figure in the chair watched as the captains deliberated over the conditions of the storm. They argued back and forth about wind and currents and the like; actually a fair bit smarter than he would expect for burly seamen, he would give them that. But he saw their anxiousness die down into a clear decision to avoid sailing altogether. The captains refused to face the storm that he had wrought upon them, showing their cowardice. Or perhaps it was the fault of human invention; could their sea vessels not hold up against rain and the waves? He shook his head. Of course, this had been expected of them, though it certainly gave him no reason to abandon pessimism.

    Next, the officer relayed the news to the crowd. Obviously, there was an instant uproar. Some furious, some just disappointed. She tried to explain the reason logically, which was commendable. But, of course, some kids thought they would be rebels and jump into the sea themselves, make their Pokémon swim and fly to get them there. Hmph. Wasn't there some sort of saying that you should think before action? Oddly enough, all of the crowd except for a mere handful followed them. All these young trainers were willing to ignore their own safety and make a solo journey all the way to the Island, even when they risked their own deaths.

    Foolish.

    Brave, but foolish.

    The storm would not let up for them.



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    James stood along fellow captain, Scott Morgan. The news really wasn't going over so well with the trainers that they couldn't be going out today. A few of them, mostly the older trainers, could understand that this was no weather to risk losing a ship or their crews' lives in. Nonetheless, a few of them were already heading toward them. James fiddled with the top button on his coat and thought to himself, it's too late now. Decision's made. I don't care who these trainers are, they're not telling me to risk losing my crew.

    Before he had to argue with any riled-up teenage punks, though, a couple of them managed to find their soapbox and were confronting the Officer herself about it. James shook his head. Jenny had nothing to do with the decision; picking a fight with her would get nowhere. She tried to explain the risk, but most of them were just ignoring her and scowling at this point. It was a good thing that these kids had their Pokémon with them, or else they'd be in serious trouble....

    Then someone figured out the implications of that. Within sixty seconds, some teen girl had publicly announced that she was going to try and get there herself riding a Dewgong. James shouldn't have been surprised, but he was still slightly taken aback that a trainer would try that. Pokémon were strong creatures, sure. But dragging their trainers across the sea in a storm this bad? James looked down at the pocket inn which he kept a couple of his old Pokéballs. He didn't know that River could have pulled off something like that, even in her prime. Or had trainers gotten that much better? Either way, the girl was now leading what seemed like almost the entire room out the door, ready to cross the ocean on their own.

    James and Scott followed the trainers out the back door along with Jenny. She called for the trainers to stop where they were in a last-ditch effort to prevent this, but it was already too late, but one boy turned around to show her up.

    "Listen," he yelled, "we're Pokemon Trainers, officer, adventurers. If we were quitters, we wouldn't be here right now. I can appreciate those good men not wanting to risk their lives, but we have a tournament to get to. I'm taking the hard path, and riding through that storm with Surge." Scott sighed and folded his arms, and James shook his head slowly. If he understood why they weren't going out in their ships, how come he was going to try it using only a Pokémon? It was risky and hard-headed.

    Offer Jenny pretty much spoke his mind when she asked, "Why? Why risk your life?" The boy just laughed playfully at her.

    "Why? Why do we challenge ourselves? We don't do these things because they're easy, we do them because they're hard," he said, quoting someone whose name escaped James at the moment. "Goodbye... for now!" Then he ran outside to jump over the pier. Trainers were visible everywhere outside, in fact, flying and swimming off through the storm on all manner of Pokémon, from Wailmer and Blastoise to Crobat and even a Dragonair.

    Jenny put her hands on her hips, fully tense. "This is going to end in disaster," she decided angrily. Scott shook his head firmly.

    "I wouldn't be countin' em out yet, lass," he said. "Trainers these days look ta run on hot blood. Some'll pull through."

    James nodded. "There'd be no stopping them anyway. Determination seems to come with the trade, if I remember right. Were I younger, I just might join them." He stopped to think about what he said, and then laughed in spite of himself. Seeing 'em all act like this was getting him riled up, too.

    "Well, I hope for their sake that you two are right," Jenny said, hardly comforted.

    James chuckled again and then said seriously, "Oh, you can count on it."



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    The sky was repeatedly cracked with lightning and the following thunder made even the rocks tremble. The winds had become rabid, stalking slowly one moment, then dashing out to knock over anything in their path. In great dark-dark green sweeps, the clouds stirred and stalled, caught in some unnatural air flow. The rain peltered down hard and cold. It caused some of the Pokemon to panic and beg for permission to head back. Overhead, the storm laughed at them like some crazed demon.

    Chilly the Walrien didn’t let that get to her. She escaped the glare of the storm by going underwater. Not that it was any safer down there. Rapidly shifting riptides threatened to claw Isis or Annie right off her back. Sharp debris stirred up by the storm flew through the water, looking to stab someone. Instead of waves, the tide came at them like walls, pressing against or yanking along their progress. In nooks, crannies, and tunnels below, the wild Pokemon hid out of fear. Chilly pressed on, though.

    If this had been a year ago, she would have balked at this point like the rest, fleeing back to the shore or some hidey hole. She wouldn’t have been a Walrien either, but that was beside the point. Isis was not the Trainer she had dreamed of finding in her Spheal days. The girl liked silly rainbow ribbons and had all of her Pokemon wear one for ‘team spirit’. Chilly had not liked that idea. She had always wanted to be with a tough Trainer, one that knew the ins and outs of Ice or Water. Preferably both. Isis had been a bit clueless about Ice the first few weeks.

    But the girl persisted and made Chilly strong. Maybe even stronger than the Walrien had expected. Like this moment, swimming headlong under the water on a wild adventure. Chilly would expect any other Ghost to freak out or get overexcited about this storm, but Annie was determined and kept her on track. And Chilly wasn’t at all worried about her human Trainer either. The Dive spell had been difficult to learn. Not because the diving was hard (that was as easy as catching a Magikarp for lunch), but because the field effect was hard. She had to invert her Water powers, in a way, to make a shield that acted as a gill. This allowed humans to remain underwater for as long as their Pokmeon could.

    Once they had come to an agreement that Chilly would not wear any silly ribbon, no matter what, she had become pleased of the arrangement. She was even proud to be part of Isis’ team, although there were a few problems here and there. Not enough to be a bother, though, and certainly not enough to keep her from challenging this storm. She’d make it through.

    Although this storm did seem awfully unnatural.
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    "Maybethiswasn'tsuchagoodideaaaaaa!" cried Joshua as fast as he could, before Escalia pulled him back into the freezing waters. The Milotic's swimming style was that of a snake; she moved like a wave shown on a cathode ray oscilloscope. I had to travel by Milotic, I couldn't have just flown on Fritz. What in the name of God was I thinking?! He was drenched to the bone from repeated dunkings under the salty water, and he was sure he'd ingested half a dozen Luvdisc from not taking a breath BEFORE diving under. No-one needs that much Omega 3, he mused. As he rose again from the icy brine, Joshua glanced towards the sky, searching for any sign of Fritz. However, he saw nothing. Must still be searching.

    In truth, Joshua couldn't wait to get to New Island. "The World's Greatest Pokemon Trainer" would not be expecting some of his tactics. Joshua's battle style was... eccentric. He'd been working on a few unusual techniques with his Pokemon, and, if he did say so himself, had developed some rather clever moves. "Bwahaha! Bringiton!" he called, before once more plunging into the frigid waters.
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    "STAY AWAY! I WILL ROAST YOU LIKE A MARSHMALLOW!" Leroy yelled feircely, holding a certain white and red orb over his head. It was Grenade the electrode, and recently he had been zapping rampent Garydos that decided that Leroy and Captain looked like an easy meal. That was the hard part. Captain was swimming just fine in the churring waters. Sure, Leroy might have gotten sick a few times already, and he might have lost his lunch in a scene that will not be revisited, but he had gotten over that after the fourth time. Now his only concern were the hungry sea pokemon that crowded around him.

    "Kekekekekekeke!" Grenade cackled, lighting up into a bright yellow ball of energy, and blasting one of the many Seaking and Garydos follwing Captains trail in the water. It was hard to see what he blasted with this blasted rain everywhere, but a cry of 'SEAAAA' pretty much sealed the deal on what it was. Leroy shook his soaking head, and kept his arms raised. THis was going to be a longer trip than it needed to be... but then he thought of a simple question that was grinding in the back of his head.

    "Uh... Cap'n... how do you know where New Island is? We never got a map or anything." Captain just shrugged his huge shoulders and kept swimming without a word.

    "Well that can't be freaking good!"
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    Annie the Bannette got distracted for a moment by a movement ahead. Up near the surface, she saw that Serendipity had fallen in the water. She got the other two’s attention and pointed up to her. With her head against Chilly’s skin, Isis nodded. They climbed through the water. Carefully, Isis let go with one arm and grabbed the girl, then they broke surface.

    Serendipity coughed, then cussed through a grumble.

    “Really, an Altaria in this weather?” Isis asked teasingly. “Where is your bird?’

    “Stupid wind blew her off course.” After fumbling with her Pokeballs, she sent a red light out of one, recalling her Altaria from wherever it had gotten blown to. Then she released a white skinned Dewgong and grabbed hold of her. “Whose bright idea was it to have a storm today?”

    Through her zippered mouth, Annie let loose an eerie mocking laugh.

    Isis looked ahead and saw lights in the distance. “I think we’re closer to that place than Fuchsia now. Let’s go.”

    “Who are you to...?” Serendipity started, but then saw the lights as well. “Well she could have made it.” The red light of the Pokeball finally returned and Altaria was safely back with her Trainer.

    Chilly clapped her fins and barked an insult back at Dewgong. Then she dove back underwater, soon followed by Dewgong. The race was on.

    Several intense minutes later (in which a broken glass bottle had nearly impaled Isis in the head), the Walrein emerged on the beach, followed by the Dewgong. Serendipity sloshed through the shallows. “You cheated!”

    “Well you didn’t say there were any rules,” Isis retorted. Looking over her drenched rival, she couldn’t help but add, “You look like you’re entering a wet t-shirt contest.”

    “SHUT UP!” She stormed up the beach, looking around. If it had been normal daylight, it would have looked like any other island around. But due to the storm, recessed floodlights illuminated a concrete and metal dock hidden within a large cave entrance. It could have taken both ships and a third of the same size easily. “Is this really the place? It looks like an industrial dock.”

    Remaining out in the rain for a while, Isis knelt down and hugged her Walrien. “Thanks girl. You did a great job.”

    Chilly wuffled in her ear. Nearby, Annie floated under the shelter of the cave and shook herself dry. “Baah.”

    “You ought to rest now.” She recalled Chilly to her Pokeball, then walked after Serendipity and Annie. “Is it New Island?”

    The Bannette nodded; she was pretty certain.

    “It is,” a woman said. By a metal door, there was the woman from the video message. If it wasn’t the same outfit, she was wearing a very similar brown dress. “Welcome. Please come in. My master will be with you as soon as everyone arrives.”

    “I don’t think everyone will arrive,” Serendipity said snippily.

    “Is there a bathroom we can use first?” Isis asked.

    “Yes, come with me.” She led them inside.

    While they walked, Isis quietly took off her jacket and offered it to Serendipity. She took it and slipped it on, so nobody else would make fun of her until she got changed into a drier outfit.
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    "Do you think that's it pal?" Leroy questioned, leaning over Captain's shell to get a word in. In the distance, a large ominous rock started making a black shape in the middle of the ocean. The only solid ground for miles, and miles of sea, now undoubtably halding the forms of those unluckky enough to not make it to the island (Hopefully including that little punk... did I say that outloud? Sorry ~Leroy), and the unconsious ones of the pokemon that tried attacking the old Blastiose a while ago... and they will soon be preyed on by the able bodied predetors of this unforgiving ocean.

    But that's life. The strong survive, and the strongest live to be the oldest. And if Leroy knew anything, it was that age was more of a mark of strength if you were a fighter, not a handicap. Too bad most others disagree. They think that at the age of ten they can go on a quest, and beat the pokemon league by throwing their starter out everywhere, forgeting training, hardwork, and the unexpected. No, they should know better than that. And how do they figure it out? With experiance. And they learn it quick, the first couple times they lose a match. But it only takes a year or two to learn that lesson. But look how long Leroy has lived, and learned. He knew he was one of the best there was, and he had no qualms with showing it. And he was fixing to finally show how good he was by going to this island, and beating the pants of the fool who invited him.

    After an uneventful ride in the chrunning sea, and crushing rain, Captain jumped on to land. Leroy jumped of his back, and looked around the hard rock terrain around him. He was there... hopefully. While Captain releases excess waster from the trip by shooting it out of his cannons into the sea, Leroy looked around for a door, or anything.

    But further inspection showed a large metal dock, quite a while over to his left, in a cave. Well, you don't always land on the mark. So he and Captain walked over to it, taking their time, and looking out into the ocean every once in a while under the canopy of rock. The storm really was beautiful if you weren't caught in it. Beutiful and dangerous.... like women (That's my line!~ Leroy). Son, they reached a metal door in the cave. A woman, who looked amazingly like the one in the holograph was there to meet them.

    “Welcome. Please come in. My master will be with you as soon as everyone arrives.”

    "Toise..." *Much obliged...*, muttered Captain, and Leroy nodded in agreement to the statement. Over the years he began to understand some things that his pokemon meant by looking at their moveents and listening to their words. But not too much.

    "Yes, we will!" Leroy anounced, opening the door, and walking in, captain following him down the large hallway. Well... they had made it to the island. But what awaits them there?
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    Joshua breathed deeply. His lungs could take no more, so he and Escalia had stopped, for a short breather. The rock they had stopped on was slippery, but Joshua had a tight grip on it, and though the waves crashed against it, and sprayed the boy and the water snake, they did not budge. The boy looked to the sky, searching for any sign of Fritz. And, though he saw several trainers fly past on Pidgeot and such (Joshua could swear he saw Enpea Scee, a travelling trainer he had met several weeks ago), but no unmanned Flygon.

    "Damn. Escalia, return," he sighed, bringing her back into the safety of the ball. No point in swimming, if I have no idea where to go... Besides, if I stay in one place, it'll be easier for Fritz to find me. Joshua Colquhoun sighed, attempted to make himself comfortable, failed, and waited.


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    An hour later, the storm and waves still pummelled the rocks Joshua was precariously perched on. He had almost nodded off several times, only to be promptly awoken by a wave. "Bah! Where is he?!" A question that was promptly answered, as 181 pounds of Flygon landed on his head. "AAAAUUUURRRCCGGGHHHKKK!!!!" was the cry emitted by the boy.

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    Despite a no-doubt broken spine, Team Joshua carried on. Fritz was now flying the boy in the direction of New Island. The large, foreboding spire was a clear landmark. Some trainers had already landed there, including an elderly man with a Blastoise. "Here we are, Fritzy... The World's Greatest Pokemon Trainer awaits." The duo hovered down gently. No point screwing up here. Joshua leapt off his Flygon, and recalled him. A woman, who looked like the same one from the invitation, stood before him.

    “Welcome. Please come in. My master will be with you as soon as everyone arrives.” Joshua nodded, and stepped into a long hallway.
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    Surge snarled as the waves finally tossed her and Julian onto a beach where they lay, breathing heavily for a few minutes, Julian spitting sea water into the sand before coughing it up by the gallon.

    "God that sucked," he spat.

    "Floa, Floztzel," Surge muttered, probably some agreement.

    "Surge, rest up. Return," Julian said, holding out her Poke Ball and watching her dissolve into crimson light before vanishing into the safety of the capsule. He wearily clipped it to his belt before trudging up the rocky, stark beach towards the faint light he could see.

    He walked into a cave and up some steps, onto a dock, where he saw the woman from the invitation hologram.

    She seemed even more beautiful in real life, and a faint blush decorated Julian's cheeks as he walked up to her and she looked at him. However, she miraculously failed to notice.

    "Welcome. Please come in. My master will be with you as soon as everyone arrives," she said. Julian could have sworn he'd heard her say that same sentance to some old guy with a Blastoise... even in exactly the same tone of voice.

    It seemed rather creepy, and he shuddered slightly as he walked inside, down a well-lit hallway...
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    In the bathroom, Isis had changed into a dry pair of jeans, this one with pink peace symbol patches along the bottom edges. Her shirt was all right, so she tried to dry off her long black hair with the hand dryer. When traveling around, one got used to making due with what was available. She let Sunny out to sit on the sink area.

    Sunny was a Happiny, a baby stage Pokemon. Because of this, Isis had no intention of using her in this competition, or any in the near future. But she also didn’t like the idea of putting Pokemon into PC storage. If this greatest Pokemon Trainer really knew Pokemon, he’d understand why. It took a lot of time and effort to raise a battle-worthy Pokemon from a baby-stage, but it was worth it in the end.

    On the counter, Sunny seemed highly amused by the automatic faucets. She hopped in and out of the sink bowl, squealing every time it was set off. She loved all sorts of devices, which often struck Isis as a funny habit for a non-Electric Pokemon. Like one day where the Happiny had discovered the remote control to a Pokecenter’s TV. The game wasn’t to watch TV, but rather to change the channels as fast as possible.

    Serendipity came out of the stall in a drier outfit; there were still splotches of water from her hair and such. She tossed the jacket at the counter. “There. And thanks, but don’t go telling it to anybody.”

    “Sure thing.” She flipped her hair back and went to the mirror to straighten it out. “I hope nobody died out there.”

    “It’d be their own fault if they took off with a weak Pokemon. Of course, only you would be ridiculous enough to bring along a real weakling like that one.”

    “Happa cha!” Sunny exclaimed, flapping her small arms up and down. She was trying to show that she could be strong.

    “But she’s my baby,” Isis said in a mockingly cheerful voice. “I can’t leave her behind, right?” She tickled her Pokemon, making her laugh.

    “You’re ridiculous.”

    “Pah,” Annie retorted, shaking her pigtails.

    Isis wondered if Serendipity had ever figured out that playing ridiculous was part of the game strategy. Some people knew that now, and in the past few months she’d fought a lot more serious opponents that didn’t underestimate her. After picking Sunny up to place her on the floor, she took her things. “Just a little. Come on, girls.”

    “Cha,” Sunny replied and hopped out after her into the main hall. There was a fair number of people waiting. Way fewer than had been at the docks, though. But those that were here had to be tough and determined.

    And someone who persisted in living out here was most likely tough and determined too.
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    (OOC: Okay, I hate do leave people behind and having to catch up, but I feel that we've waited long enough. I have faith that Concept can bring himself up to speed properly, and handymankg has, unfortunately, opted to become inactive, at least for the time being, though I will keep Luke Richards on the register as an NPC on the island which handymankg is welcome to reclaim control over at any time. That being said, let us move forward.)




    ???
    New Island, Control Room
    Tuesday - Midday



    The figure in the chair drummed its three left fingers against the arm rest, glancing over the monitors. With a wave of his hand, a patch of screens in the middle of the wall changed to become one coherent picture mapping the area surrounding New Island. At this point, there was a mass of red blips concentrated on the south end of the island, while the many other, scattered blips on the map were reading as being nowhere near reaching his shore, and nearly all of them were heading back toward shore. It seemed that the only people that would make it through the storm had already done so. But how many was that number?

    After he made a quick gesture with his skinny, malformed hand, the map on the wall focused in on the New Island area, and then further in to a three dimensional model of the interior quarters of the island. Now precisely eleven individual red dots were visible roaming about the reception hall, two more in the nearby bathrooms, and one moving in from the entryway. According to the tracking devices he had placed in the invitations (which were as close as human technology could get to flawless), out of sixty-seven invitees, only fourteen managed to arrive.

    How... disappointing.

    He would have preferred a slightly larger crowd, but this group would suffice quite well, he supposed. He watched boredly as the last dot arrived in the entry hall, occasionally focusing in on an individual unit to view information that he had compiled about each trainer. A comparatively knowledgeable young woman in the study of the planet's ecology, an old hermit with plenty of battle experience... he sighed and stood up, showing an abnormal, triangular shadow of a head and waving the screens off.

    Now seemed about time to reveal himself to his guests.




    ???
    New Island, Reception Hall
    Tuesday - Midday



    ...

    The woman walked just ahead of who the master had informed her was the last trainer to arrive. After ushering her through the door to the massive reception hall, the doors shut themselves behind the women, as if guided by a supernatural force. The woman then stood still, watching as the trainers took their time settling in to their new surroundings, all of them tense. After a burly, middle-aged man returned from the restroom, she heard the master's commands once again.

    "Address them."

    The woman moved silently toward the giant spiral staircase at the opposite end of the hall, then turned to face all of the assembled Pokémon trainers.

    "Everyone is now assembled," she said in a monotone voice.

    One teenage girl spoke up, "What about the other trainers?"

    The woman made no movement or change in expression, but simply said, "They will not be joining you." The girl then sunk back into her chair, and the woman continued, "It is now time to address the cause for which you have been called to this place. You shall now meet my master, the greatest Master of Pokémon known on this planet. The lights then cut out, leaving the room pitch-black. A few people and Pokémon were slightly alarmed, but not long after, a pillar of blue light came down from the spiral staircase, casting the whole room in a similar hue. The woman turned toward the light, bowed down on one knee and lowered her head in reverence. In the center of the beam, a large humanoid shape descended.

    Though he stood upright on two legs, the being was definitely by no means human. He had a more feline body, with powerful hind legs and long, spindly arms, an angular head, and a long and thick tail. His whole body was cast in a grey skin, save for his purple tail, and eyes glowing an unnatural blue. He slowly fell through the air, then came to a stop roughly five feet above the floor, levitating above the ground in its blue aura. The enigmatic woman was given the signal to rise, and she did so, once again facing the assembled trainers.

    "I present to you my master, ruler of New Island, the world's most powerful trainer and also the world's strongest Pokémon: Mewtwo."
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    Julian looked at the being in shock. He took in the grey fur, the purple tail, the strange, cat-like features of Mewtwo's body in but a few seconds of silence.

    "Mew... two?" he said quietly, voice emanating disbelief "but I've never heard of any Pokemon named..."

    He broke off his speech, suddenly recalling something the woman had said before Mewtwo had appeared.

    The words sent shock coursing through him, quickly followed by anger.

    He stood, glaring at Mewtwo.

    "A Pokemon can't be a Pokemon Trainer!" he argued "it isn't possible! It's wrong!" His hands slowly clenched into fists and he stepped forwards. "Why did you bring us here? What do you want?"

    A brief flicker of doubt, wondering if Mewtwo was even capable of speech, surged through his body.

    He stepped towards the Pokemon, staring fiercely into its eyes.

    "What do you want?" he repeated. He set his face in a fierce grimace, glaring at Mewtwo...
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