Margo had went into the battle optimistic, following Dan along outside and ignoring Indy's whining voice. He sounded even more like an actual toddler in the morning, woken up for school too early. She smiled at Dan at the mention of his pokemon, giving a quick nod. "I'm hoping all my pokemon won't seem like slackers either with all the training we've been doing."[/b][/color] They stood in front of the pokemon center with a good distance between the two--thankfully since it was so early only a few people were on their way to jobs or their pastures.

Seeing Dan's pokeballs, Margo called across the field. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Three on three, then?"[/b][/color] Dan gave a nod before sending out his Grotle, Margo marveling at the beautiful pokemon. It was definitely on the verge of becoming yet another powerful pokemon in the future. Grabbing for Crowne's pokeball, she paused, thinking Oceana might be a better option for her Supersonic attack. The Wingull was released on the field with a twirl of her gangly wings, looking at the Grotle fiercely. She started with her supersonic attack and was able to confuse the turtle, but unfortunately he had been able to land a Razor Leaf attack as he stumbled around in the confusion. Margo gasped audibly as Oceana was immediately defeated, her legs desperately wanting to propel her onto the field and pick up her poor bird--training with actual trainers seemed a lot more emotional than with wild pokemon. Margo took a half step forward and returned her beloved bird, kissing her pokeball softly and whispering her apologies as her other hand found its way to her next pokemon. 

Wulford, her roughneck little Spearow, came onto the battlefield now with the same glint of aggression in his eye as Oceana had had. Dan was smart, withdrawing his Grotle to cure the confusion, and sending out his Rattata. The purple pokemon made a hideous screeching noise--similar to Julep, actually--before unleashing a hyper fan attack, his teeth glowing a bright white before sinking into Wulford's tiny body. The Spearow hopped back from the attack, his lively spirit proving effective. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"You're doing great Wulford, let's hit him with a Peck!"[/b][/color] The pokemon gave a caw of excitement as he took flight and landed said attack. The two exchanged a few more blows before Wulford was able to put in his final peck, the Rattata fainting from exhaustion. Margo, again, resisted the urge to run out on the field and pick up her scrappy little Spearow, the pokemon huffing with his own loss of energy. 

Dan threw his Grotle back out onto the field and made quick work of her little bird once more, the elation draining from her face as Wulford gave one last battle cry before falling onto his poor face. Margo returned her pokemon and began to panic as she apologized to her pokemon once more. She knew that Julep and Poinsettia wouldn't have a change but the type effectiveness between Grotle and Squirtle would be just as devastating as Oceana. She swallowed her pride, wishing she had been able to throw her Scatterbug onto the field and paralyze the turtle, and threw Crowne out instead, the Squirtle raising his arms happily upon being released. Twiggy, once more, made quick work of her poor water-type, Crowne having only gotten in one hit before getting knocked out.

Margo gave an exasperated sigh, her chest hurting from the heartbreaking battle. This time, she didn't resist her urge, and she ran out to pick up Crowne. She cradled the little blue turtle lovingly, smiling down at his own smiling face. He just loved to battle, even if it wasn't very close. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Thank you, sweetheart, for giving it your best, even if you were outmatched."[/b][/color] The Squirtle made a gurgling noise, as if he was laughing, and pressed closer to his trainer's chest. Margo stood and walked over to Dan, the lump in her throat threatening to crack her voice. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Let's go heal up our pokemon before heading to the boat--who knows what dangers we might face before we get there."[/b][/color] She made a half-hearted laugh, carrying Crowne inside the center and handing him, Oceana, and Wulford over to the nurse on duty. 

She glanced at the half-comatose Indy, wondering if this just meant she needed to train more in order to beat him. She wasn't upset that she had lost the battle, she was just frustrated with herself that she had been training for so long and yet she hadn't been able to harness the power of her pokemon like Dan had just yet. Perhaps she needed to throw [i]herself[/i] more into the training--her pokemon weren't the only ones that needed it, afterall. She stayed silent as Dan came into the center to heal his own pokemon, and to presumably talk to Indy about said battle.

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Crowne — Squirtle — +1 level (19)
Oceana — Wingull — +1 level (16)
Wulford — Spearow — +1 level (16)
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