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1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)

2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.

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Actually, now that I'm not thinking on impulse, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up the commitment to be a main character. This RP deserves someone who is sure they can been dedicated, and I hope someone awesome comes along. In the meantime, I'm thinking up a native-born character.
Yo. I might join. Are the main characters taken?
I'll take the female pokemon. I'm thinking about a Riolu.
Who's still around and interested?
Chance's heart nearly leaped out of his chest as the booming roar rattled his bones.

"The crap was that?" he uttered, just moments before the blazing lightning streamed across the skyscrapers, sending showers of sparks on pedestrians below. Immediately, hordes of city-goers began to scream and run around in panic. Chance's heart raced even faster, and the blonde seemed almost frozen amid the chaos.

A sharp peck to the head snapped Chance out of his trance. Mentally urging himself to calm down and think, Chance dashed to the double-doored building Ace gestured toward. What looked to be a middle-aged employee of the place was holding one door open for a sea of people and Pokemon who nearly trampled the guy in their rush to reach supposed safety indoors. Chance pushed his way through some of the mob, only to pull the other door open and hold it. The employee noticed the people spread out and sighed in relief. As the last of the stragglers walked through, the man smiled lightly to thank his mystery helper. But the blonde was already gone, jogging down the street...

Ace ruffled his feathers and growled lightly to express his disapproval as Chance ran in the direction of a massive cloud of smoke. In the back of his mind... actually, in the front, as well... Chance knew he ought to listen to the Pidgey. But the teen had never seen anything like this before, and he might never again, and some morbid part of his mind yearned to see what could cause this much chaos.

About four blocks away from the Pokemon Center, Chance lurched to a stop as he spotted it in the spaces between skyscrapers. The mere sight of the monstrous Pokemon numbed his mind. The teen barely had enough sense to stumble shakily to a shadowy hiding space. After that, Chance and Ace could only gape at the beast in a mix of awe and terror.
Ace scanned the back streets for his trainer, finally locating him near an old bicycle shop. Chance had played along with the other trainers, following in the back until an opportunity opened up for him to quietly duck into an alley and get away. The Pidgey landed on Chance's shoulder, looking at the teen with his typical stern expression.

"Don't worry," the blonde assured. "If there was every any trouble, I think we lost 'em. Out of curiosity, which way is the Pokemon Center?"

Chance frowned thoughtfully as Ace unfurled a wing and pointed it. So, the three trainers really did go to the Center. Or at least they started out in that direction. Chance also needed to go to the middle of the city, though, to buy a small mountain of Pokemon food. Ace keeping watch on his shoulder, Chance strolled vaguely toward the supermarket, trying to avoid the Pokemon Center on his path.
I'm back! And I had an awesome time at LARP. I'll post asap, unless there's nothing for me to post about.
Heads up: I might not be able to post until Sunday evening. But Chance is too paranoid to accompany these people to the Pokemon Center, anyway, so you can go on without me.
Lucy stared blearily at Beldum as the floating Pokemon chit-chatted. She let out a light chuckle. Then she flopped onto the ground, curled up in a ball, and drifted off to sleep.

Chance's eyes narrowed a little at Blake's words. He doesn't know where the Center is, but he wants to travel with us? Right to a secret lair to ambush Chance, perhaps. For a second, the blonde thought he must be crazy paranoid to think these two random people were out to hurt him. But then he glanced at his strongest Pokemon, snoring loudly as she took a nap. Better safe than sorry.

Fortunately, Chance always kept an ace in the hole.

"Hang on, I've got an idea..." Chance said, returning his sleeping Munchlax to her pokeball. Then he opened another capsule. A Pidgey appeared, ruffling its feathers and stretching out after a long stay in its pokeball. The bird glanced around with a bored-looking expression. Then he faced Beldum and moved into a fighting stance.

"No, Ace," Chance explained. "We're not battling. I need you to fly up and figure out which direction the city's center is in. Don't go far."

Ace sensed a little tension in his trainer's voice and gave him an almost chastising expression. What did you get yourself into this time? Then, without a sound, the Pidgey took off into the air. Chance watched him circle around for a bit and then fly out of sight vaguely to his right.

Chance looked back to his 'traveling partners' and his muscles tensed a little more. Great. Now he didn't have any Pokemon ready to fight if these teens attacked him. He hoped Ace would have a stroke of luck and return soon.
Lucy's Substitute blinked at Poppy in surprise for a second. Then it cheered and started shimmying in a victory dance. Chips of the illusory Munchlax tumbled off, vanishing as they touched the ground, until nothing was left. Then the real Lucy faded into reality, quickly becoming winded as her actual body was forced to do the dancing.

Chance didn't seem so happy. The teen stared at the prize money, then frowned suspiciously at Poppy. Lucy had yet to lay a finger on Litwick. Why would the girl forfeit just like that, and why would she need to go to a Pokemon Center so urgently if her Pokemon was still in perfect condition? What kind of scheme could she be plotting with whoever was messaging her? Of course, she could be in a rush for completely harmless reasons... but something smelled Qwilfishy to Chance.

"I think it's closer to the middle of the city," the blonde answered carefully as he scooped up his prize money. Chance looked around at the narrow alley for a second and realized he'd lost his sense of direction more than he'd thought. However, he also noticed a young man about his age, just sort of... watching them.

"Hey, you!" Chance called out to Blake, his blue eyes starting to shift warily between the two teenage trainers. "Know how to get to the center of the city?"
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