[@Zarkun] Jason made his way back to the Entertainment District via cable car and eventually made his way back to the Battle Square where the crowd did not recede at all. In fact, it looked like there was a decent line of people chomping at the bit to take down this half-sized feathered luchador. Jason would have no choice, but to stand in the queue that was getting shorter at an alarming rate. As he got closer, he would hear the occasional cries from the trainers who just were getting curb stomped and smeared around. "Mercy, mercy!" "Momma!" "Wait, wait, wait!" At this point this was just a glorified meat grinder and Jason was now the fresh meat. He was now standing face to face with this feathered, suplexing menace who was looking at the fledgling trainer with an ever-smug grin. Jason was now standing in what was basically just a wooden arena where people were sitting on bleachers that were also made of wood just watching the slaughter. Standing in the middle of the arena seemed to be a young man in baggy street wear standing in as a referee who began this match with an announcement. "Alright, the rules for this battle are simple! It is a one v. one match instead of our usual three v. three format! Meaning, you are only allowed one Pokemon for this battle! The Hawlucha will be treated as if it is a trainer so that means you are not allowed to catch it! The first one to knock out their opponent will be considered the winner!" The referee turned to Jason and said, "Send out your Pokemon." What does Jason do? [hr] [@CitrusArms] From the brochures she would weirdly enough, there was only surface level information on the decrepit house. What she could find was that it was around since the creation of Florasong over a hundred-years-ago and that it once was the home to the Osmans, a once prominent noble family that has now fallen into ruin. There were even photos of paintings of the house in its prime; a beautifully red painted manor with white trimming and ivy growing up its walls and a lush well-kept garden that looked like it once had a hundred hands working on it. There was even a technicolor photograph of a happy, handsome family that looked like it was taken in the last 90 years: a woman, a man in a wheelchair, and a little girl. Why this had happened to them, what their current situation is, and why the once glorious home was in currently in this rundown state was not answered in these brochures. Once she felt she had done enough light reading and picked her Pokemon up, she had decided to check out the Move Tutor. The Move Tutor smiled welcomingly and spoke with a jovial tone. [color=7bcdc8]"Yes, I am miss. We are now back in every Pokemon Center in the region to offer our services. We keep the more powerful moves behind gym badges though, so your options are a bit limited."[/color] When asked about what he could teach her Blipbug, he did look a bit concerned at the question because they are not known exactly for having the most diverse learn set out there in the Pokemon world. He actually had to pull out a book to see if it could even learn a move that is available to her, but luckily showed visible signs of relief. [color=7bcdc8]"Ah, well it can learn one move that we can offer at your level of experience. It can learn Infestation. If you wish to learn more moves, then you'd need to evolve it at level 10. I'm sure you can do it!"[/color] He then proceeded to cross check the book again when asked about the other Pokemon she would be interested in teaching and promptly said,[color=7bcdc8] "Well, for Joltik you can learn Bug Bite, Shock Wave, and Infestation. Your Tyrunt can learn Hone Claws from what is available at your level as well."[/color] The book was then shut with a loud thump. It does contain information about practically all known Pokemon. [color=7bcdc8]"Each move will cost 500P a pop. However, I feel like I should show you what other options you have for the future."[/color] The Move Tutor handed her a list of moves. [hider=Available Moves] Fury Cutter Rollout Seismic Toss Covet Vacuum Wave Shock Wave Bug Bite Air Cutter Swift Snatch Mimic Mud-slap Metronome Ominous Wind Super Fang Hone Claws Focus Energy Spikes Infestation [/hider] [hr] [@samreaper] From King's perspective, he would see the Ditto return with a manilla envelope that seemed to be filled to max capacity and a flashlight, handing them to Robbie. "Thanks, little buddy. Now, let's get out of here before they find us." The man stood up from his chair and limped over to a table and just knocked it over with a loud thud before he knelt down and felt around for something before, he found his grip. He lifted up a panel of wood and tossed it to the side to reveal a secret passage down below the house. [color=f49ac2]"Dit? Ditto?"[/color] "What? No, of course I wasn't followed! Now hurry before they figure it all out!" The Ditto hopped on his shoulder and Robbie began to climb down the ladder that Tristan saw earlier. What would King do? Meanwhile, Robbie and his Ditto were now in the dark tunnel and turned-on a flashlight, which Tristan from a distance could see from where he was, but the farmhand was too far away himself for the light to reach our hero of the story. Robbie would continue to press forward as fast as anyone could with an injured leg and Tristan could see the light get closer and closer to him. It probably wouldn't be long until Robbie would actually see him. What does Tristan do?