[h3][color=LightSlateGray]Ardanata “Dana” Stamos[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]France  ||  Industrialized Sector  ||  May 12th[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
Dana watched the swordsman’s exchange with the workers silently, guessing the gist of their discussion by the words she understood—Pokemon names and terms. Supposing that the Professors failed to find a way to return to the Pokemon world, she might be tempted into learning another Earthen language, but only then. For now, English would serve her purposes just fine.

When the trainer—Jason, if her memory served—approached with his Gallade, Dana’s Duskull rose up beside her, but she shot it a glance that sent it back on its way.

[color=LightSlateGray]“Have you been delivering all the wilds you’ve defeated to the Professors?”[/color] she asked, ignoring Jason’s gibe. [color=LightSlateGray]“We should put in a request for more Pokeballs.”[/color]

Her eyes swept apathetically over the fainted Togedemaru. Sure it hadn’t taken much to imagine what fate might befall the Togedemaru, considering the cruelty most of Earth’s native species underwent on a day-to-day basis, but Dana didn’t feel the need to bring that up. In her view, retrieving the Pokemon transported to Earth was a minor concern; if it was important, the Professors would have rushed the Pokemon world trainers out to retrieve Pokemon instead of herding them off to waste time in boot camps. Besides, her greatest strength lay in her abilities as a trainer, and honing that strength had always been her priority, Earth or not. There was no use in pretending otherwise, especially not to a fellow trainer.

Her Duskull rose up beside her again, and Dana nodded. 

[color=LightSlateGray]“I’ll make sure to deliver the rest I find to the Professors,”[/color] she said to Jason. [color=LightSlateGray]“Thanks for watching this one. I'll see you back at headquarters.”[/color]

With that, she turned to follow her Duskull, exchanging her Marshtomp for her Combusken. 

[color=LightSlateGray]“Flame Charge,”[/color] she said as she rounded the corner to where a group of Togedemaru were sitting, chewing on wires and pipes alike. Her Combusken rushed forwards, flames engulfing him as he charged the nearest Togedemaru. Behind him, Dana pulled out a Pokeball, watching as the Pokemon collided. 

[i]Not training this mess of a team would be an insult to my status as a trainer and champion,[/i] she thought, annoyance flashing through her mind as she noted how slow her Combusken had become, how short the distance he'd knocked his opponent. No, not prioritizing training right now was unthinkable. The Professors had given her no mission, and even if they did, she wouldn't be able to carry out any duties at her former level until she fixed the current state of her team. Training was, therefore, her one and only duty currently, and Dana was—if anything—efficient with her time.

[hider=Notes][h3] [/h3][u]     Pokemon:          [/u]
[list][*]Duskull ♂ — Lvl 34
[*]Ivysaur* ♀ — Lvl 34
[*]Combusken ♂ — Lvl 34
[*]Scizor ♂ — Lvl 34
[*]Marshtomp ♂ — Lvl 34
[*]Clefable ♀ — Lvl 34
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[@Balthazar007] Togedemaru — lvl 18, male. Dana will throw the Pokeball if she wins.
[@Zarkun]
[indent] [/indent][hr][h3][color=Khaki]Camden Montero[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]France  ||  Park  ||  May 12th[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
The trainers in the area were having various levels of luck finding and battling Pokemon. Some had successfully caught a Pokemon like himself, while others seemed to have lost battles, by the downcast looks of defeat on their faces.

[color=Khaki]“Ruby, what do you think about fighting a wild Pokemon?”[/color] Camden asked, spotting a fleeing Rattata. The Cherubi gave him a blank look, and Camden let up on the idea. 

[color=Khaki]“Alright then, let’s head back for today. There’s berries back at the Poke Headquarters, so I can find out what flavor you’re into,”[/color] Camden said, grinning. [color=Khaki]“From there, I’ll read up on your moveset and figure out how to train you for battles and contests, okay?”[/color]

Though the Cherubi didn’t seem to understand much of what he just said, Camden maintained a smile—without showing his teeth, of course—all the way back to the headquarters. Now that he had a Pokemon, the rest would be much easier.

[i]Just grind and bond—how hard can it be?[/i] he thought as he picked the Cherubi up and set him on his lap, rubbing his leaf gently. It was funny that the mutant cherry would later evolve into a flower, since most plants flowered before they grew fruit, but the Pokemon version of things suited his purposes better in this case, so he wasn’t complaining.

[hider=Notes][h3] [/h3][u]     Pokemon:          [/u]
[list][*]Ruby // Cherubi ♂ — Lvl 10: modest
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