[center][color=gray][h3]Leisy Takigawa[/h3][/color]— Feyhollow —[/center]
Before Leisy could figure out a reply, a round of cries could be heard from inside the sandstorm. [color=gray]“Ella!”[/color] Leisy called, recognizing the voice. She took off in the direction of the sound, a hand stretched blindly in front of her in an attempt to find her friend. Behind her, she could hear the brunette girl running as well. 

A black mass distracted the girl from her course, prompting her to leap back in fright. The darkness revealed itself to be a familiar red-eyed shape — Ella’s Duskull. A voice from somewhere near the brown-haired girl confirmed this, and Leisy forged her way through the sandstorm towards her friend’s voice. [color=gray]“Ella!”[/color] she called, finally spotting her friend. The pink-haired girl explained her plight, to which the brown-haired girl Leisy had met earlier — in a cool, confident manner — answered, kneeling down beside Ella’s injured Pokemon and pulling out a medkit.

[color=gray]“Wow, are you a nurse or a doctor-in-training?”[/color] she asked, fascinated by the girl’s practiced actions. A round of shrieks from the sandstorm interrupted her staring, tearing her away from the other two girls and into the sandstorm, her eyes seeking out her Pokemon under the protection of her sleeve.

[color=gray]“Devinco! Naunet!”[/color] she yelled, searching for her Pokemon in the swirling sands. Around her, Zubats seemed to be lost, their means of sight — echolocation — disrupted by the particles whirling around them as they shrieked in alarm. The Zubat’s cries seemed to be dwindling as, one by one, they took flight for the skies, retreating in light of the sandy onslaught. 

When the last Zubat flapped out of the sands, struggling to right itself in midair, the sandstorm churned anew and disappeared all at once. The sand now gone, Leisy snapped her head around to look at the remaining two Pokemon on the field. At first glance, she was confused — where were her small, cute Pokemon that she could pick up and carry? As she stared, however, the two Pokemon’s features — the bipedal Pokemon’s flowing blue coat and the chrysalis-like Pokemon’s fierce eyes — registered with their names.

[color=gray]“Naunet? Devinco?”[/color] she asked, running forwards. As confused as she was, Leisy’s relief exceeded her initial surprise, propelling her into the hug. [color=gray]“I’m so glad you’re both okay,”[/color] she said, tearing up. Though she’d felt confident — sure, even — that her Pokemon would come out of the sandstorm fine, Leisy had seen Ella’s Inkay and felt the tight terror of a trainer unable to help. Seeing her Pokemon live up to her initial expectations made Leisy both proud and fearful. Her Pokemon were getting so strong, and she wasn’t sure if she was playing leader or catch-up at this point.

A nudge from the decently-sized penguin — now quite a bit bulkier than before — prompted Leisy out of her woes and into a smile. [color=gray]“Hey Naunet, looking good,”[/color] she teased, poking the bird Pokemon’s soft belly. Turning to her newly-evolved cocoon, Leisy slid finger along his exoskeleton. [color=gray]“You feel like a rock, Devi,”[/color] she giggled, rising to get a full view of both her Pokemon. [color=gray]“Evolution — it really is amazing, huh.”[/color]

The change aside, it was clear that Naunet had taken damage from the sandstorm; some loose sand was stuck to her, every action stirring more out of her feathers. Devi, on the other hand, seemed comfortable with the sand, but a bite-mark on the side of his shell indicated that he too had taken part in the scuffles. 

[color=gray]“You both did wonderfully, so feel free to take a rest now, alright?”[/color] she said, returning the two Pokemon and putting their Pokeballs into her bag so that five became seven again. After a moment’s thought, Leisy pulled her Fletchinder’s Pokeball and released the fire-type. [color=gray]“Hey there, Bidein. Guess what? You’re not the only evolved Pokemon anymore,”[/color] Leisy said with a grin, walking back over to where Ella and the brown-haired girl were. [color=gray]“Is your Inkay alright? We’ve arrived at Feyhollow, so the Pokemon Center should be a quick trek.”[/color]

[hr][hider=Leisy’s Pokedex]
[b]Rank: [/b]Skilled
[b]Organization: [/b]Helping Hand Guild

[b]TP:[/b] 178 +1 +1(HHG bonus) = 180

[b]Inventory:[/b][list][*]Pokeball x 3 -1(Purrloin) = 2
[*]Greatball x 2
[*]Rare Candy x 2
[*]Twisted Spoon
[/list]
[b]Pokemon:[/b][list][*]Bidein “Dei” ♂ — Fletchinder (23)
[*]Naunet ♀ — Piplup > Prinplup (22 +1 = 23) 
[*]Devinco “Devi” ♂ — Larvitar > Pupitar (33 +1 = 34) 
[*]Cassia “Sia” ♀ — Ekans (3) 
[*]Tyrus ♂ — Gastly (5)
[*]Animo “Nemo” ♂ — Sewaddle (2)
[*]Unnamed ♀ — Purrloin (3 +1 = 4) 
[/list][/hider]
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[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3]Cillian Weiss[/h3][/color]— Zephyr Strip —[/center]
The windmill itself appeared sleek and stylish, smooth metal glinting starlight off its surface. [i]It looks simple, but that can’t be true,[/i] Cillian thought, placing a hand on the cold surface. Inside, he could feel the thrumming of gears and wires hard at work. [i]There’s no wind down here, but maybe higher up…[/i]

A sharp pop followed by a few growls caused Cillian to snap his head towards the sound. Rounding the side of the large, cylindrical structure, Cillian spotted a funny object stuck to the metal. Clearly made of metal, the round object had two magnets on either side and some nails sticking out of it, the surface of the metal sliding down to reveal… [i]An eye?[/i] Cillian thought alarmed, taking a few steps back as to distance himself from the object. [i]It’s a Pokemon![/i] he realized, hurriedly pulling out his Pokedex to scan the strange Pokemon.

[indent][b]Magnemite: It is born with the ability to defy gravity. It floats in air on powerful electromagnetic waves. The electromagnetic waves emitted by the units at the sides of its head expel antigravity, which allows it to float. The units at its sides are extremely powerful magnets. They generate enough magnetism to draw in iron objects from over 300 feet away. The faster the units at its sides rotate, the greater the magnetic force they generate. [/b][/indent]
A crackle of electricity prompted Cillian to look up from the electric-type’s entry. [color=lightsteelblue]“Why are you—Oh,”[/color] he said in realization as the Magnemite’s next spark fizzled out unimpressively. [color=lightsteelblue]“You’re stuck.”[/color]

The Magnemite — its lone eye boring blankly into the trainer and his Pokemon — sparked another fizzle in what Cillian interpreted as agreement. Beside Cillian, his Scyther seemed unimpressed, looking on the steel-type with an apathetic gaze. 

[color=lightsteelblue]“Alright, sure. Why not,”[/color] Cillian said, retrieving a Pokeball from his belt. [color=lightsteelblue]“I’ll lend you a hand.”[/color]

Cillian’s Bulbasaur appeared at his side in a spurt of red light, letting out a happy rumble when it saw its trainer. [color=lightsteelblue]“Hey there, Mitis. Help me out and throw a Sleep Powder at this Magnemite, would you?”[/color] The Bulbasaur nodded, his bulb compressing briefly before blowing forth a puff of pink powder that splashed onto the steel-type, knocking the Magnemite out almost immediately.

[color=lightsteelblue]“Huh. Funny that steel-types can fall asleep too,”[/color] Cillian said, approaching the now-sleeping Pokemon. He’d figured that — since the magnets were part of the Magnemite — the magnets would “turn off” if the Pokemon fell asleep. Apparently this was not the case.

Looking around, Cillian found two sticks that seemed sturdy enough to pick up a Magnemite. When he did, he returned to the steel-type and, using the two pieces of wood, gingerly picked the Magnemite up off the steel rod.

[color=lightsteelblue]“There we are,”[/color] he said, grinning as he set the steel-type down. [color=lightsteelblue]“All safe.”[/color] He paused, pulling out a Pokeball and dropping it on the Pokemon. Three shakes, and Cillian had officially caught himself a Magnemite. 

Before he could celebrate, however, a growl sounded in the bushes behind him. Spinning around, the white-haired boy spotted a pair of red eyes that slid out in the form of a small, puppy-like Pokemon that bared its fangs at the trainer. 

[color=lightsteelblue]“A Rockruff!”[/color] Cillian exclaimed, recognizing the puppy-like Pokemon. While not the first choice for a pet Pokemon — most preferred Eevee’s doe-like eyes or Snubbull’’s quirky paradoxical looks — Rockruff were still common enough of a choice that Cillian recognized the Pokemon instantly. He did, however, get one thing wrong. [color=lightsteelblue]“Rockruff[i]s[/i],”[/color] he amended when three more of the rock-type Pokemon slinked out from the bushes, growling. 

Beside Cillian, his Pokemon had taken up defensive stances, Decus’ scythes splayed and ready and Mitti’s vines raised high as he gauged the threat. The four Rockruff were equally cautious, teeth bared as they judged the trainer’s Pokemon. The trainer seemed weak enough, not as big as most other humans. The bug-type at his side seemed like a threat, fierce and large, with blades big enough to do serious damage. The grass-type at its side appeared relatively harmless, although it smelled a bit funny — something that made the Rockruffs wary of leaping into battle.

Cillian watched the Rockruff quartet, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why were they so angry? As far as he was concerned, he hadn’t invaded their territory — he doubted any self-respecting rock-type would choose to live next to a steel, man-made structure, least of all a windmill — and he definitely hadn’t challenged the Rockruffs first. So, what was the matter?

[i]I walked here with Decus, heard the Magnemite—[/i] Cillian’s eyes widened. [i]Heard a pop of electricity, then growls.[/i]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Don’t tell me — you all were planning on eating the Magnemite?”[/color] he asked, frowning at the wild Pokemon. The rock-types didn’t understand the trainer’s question, but his voice was loud enough to incite a new round of barks and growls. 

Cillian looked to his own Pokemon, rubbing his neck. [color=lightsteelblue]“Well, I guess this is a good chance to get some training in,”[/color] he said, sighing and cracking his knuckles. [color=lightsteelblue]“Let’s do this.”[/color]

Ultimately — after his Pokemon had returned every Bite and Rock Throw with a Vine Whip or a Wing Attack — Cillian found himself walking away from three fainted Rockruffs and yet another Pokeball. [color=lightsteelblue]“This guy must have been the leader. He had strong eyes,”[/color] he mused to himself, tossing the Pokeball up in the air before catching it and clicking it into place on his belt before continuing towards the station where he was due to meet Tora and Juana. [color=lightsteelblue]“I’ve always wanted a puppy.”[/color]

[hr][hider=Cillian’s Pokedex]
[b]Rank: [/b]Beginner > Skilled
[b]Organization: [/b]Helping Hand Guild


[b]TP:[/b] 155 +1 = 156
[b]Inventory:[/b][list][*]Pokeball x 4 -2(Magnemite, Rockruff) = 2
[*]Rare Candy x 2
[*]Heal Ball
[/list]
[b]Pokemon:[/b][list][*]Hazmat “Haz” ♂ — Charmander (12 > 16+20/10*2 = 20)
[*]Kelby “Kelb” ♂ — Mudkip (12 > 16+20/10*2 = 20)) 
[*]Decus ♂ — Scyther (7 > 30/20*7 = 11 +1 = 12)
[*]Mitis “Mitti” ♂ — Bulbasaur (4 > 16/10*4 = 7 +1 = 8)
[*]♂ — Scraggy (1 > 39/20*1 = 2)
[*]Unnamed — Magnemite (1 )
[*]♂ — Rockruff (1)
[/list][/hider]
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