A Small Part of The Journey. . .and an Ocean to Quell.
OOC: *sigh* A measly 500 words and work has taken so much of my time now.... : ( I've got intermittent internet all over the place and there's no telling when I'll be stable again.. >.>" Oh well.... I'm getting paid, so whatever. XD

With the next Poison Sting attack, Clara could see that it hadn't been as strong as the last, but Titania seemed to be making quick work of the turtle. The Turistar seemed to have gained a purplish look about his face, and Clara realized that Titania’s attack had poisoned him. It didn’t help the turtle’s case that his lightning-quick attack hadn’t done very much to the stingray. Unfortunately, Titania’s success just put Máirín into a different kind of foul mood. The brown creature pointedly swung her head around and stared hard at the ground, or perhaps at nothing; Clara wasn’t sure. It sure didn’t look like the Vaering was paying any attention to the battle now, nor did it seem like she wanted to.

With a sigh in Máirín’s direction, the young girl called out to the Lurker pokemon, encouraging the purple creature to finish the battle with another Poison Sting. It didn’t look like Máirín wanted to participate at all now, with how grumpy she was acting, so Clara was leaning toward the idea of keeping Titania out and going. She also needed the experience, after all. Plus, it was a little bit easier for the young Trainer if her pokemon actually did what she’d like them to do and not make a fuss about it. Right?

Then again, that was the point of being a Trainer. . . . wasn’t it? To make bonds with pokemon and be able to work with them, instead of working over them? Oh, what was she thinking?! She just wanted to go home! This was just the best way (probably) to get enough money to get back to Sootopolis, that’s all. . . . . She was only having a few setbacks, what with Máirín not doing what the girl wanted her to do…. Then again, she did kind of like her pokemon, or at least she was starting to, anyway. It would be soon enough just to muster up enough courage to go to the docks; maybe she would actually have enough mettle to leave this island. . . . .

I can’t believe this. Why do I seem so weak against a stupid turtle and that stingray is making shorter work of him than I did? The Vaering snorted at the ground, a plume of dust rising and settling on her nose because of it. Twitching, the dragon pup rubbed a claw across her face, trying to stifle the sneeze that threatened her grumpy façade. And that grass type. Oh! That hated grass type. I want to pummel it into the ground, too. And despite her best efforts, memories arose of her past; the single most important reason why all grass types were enemies. . . .

Out on the battlefield between the two Trainers, Titania gave her opponent one more round of poisonous needles, thinking that he looked weak enough that this would be the last for this battle. The Dasfix was unaware that both Trainer and team member were pretty much on their way to “la la land”.
Turistar changed tactics and threw himself at his steely foe, spinning his body rapidly around its axis to hopefully use his sharp, pointed shell to slash at the Dasfix. Titania didn't take much notice of the attack, and unleashed another flurry of poison spines, hoping to finally finish off this irritating opponent. Turistar looked hurt by both the spines and the poison coursing through him, but he still had some fight in him, and he wasn't giving up until it was all gone.

The foe's Turistar used Rapid Spin! It's not very effective... (-2 HP)
Titania used Poison Sting! (-4 HP)
The foe's Turistar is hurt by poison (-3 HP)

[11] [sp=f] [sp=dasfix] 35/41 [Levitate]
[10] [sp=m] [sp=turistar] 2/35 [Draft Rider] (Def +2) (PSN)
While both Trainer and Vaering were still deep in thought (ahem, memories), Titania was only slightly discouraged that her Poison Sting attack did not finish this battle. Looking back at her Trainer for a last command, the Dasfix found the girl staring off into space eyes slightly glazed over and facial features in a half-frown, puckered in deep thought. Sliding her gaze to the ground beside her Trainer, the purple stingray found her companion Vaering nearly curled up in a ball and shaking. Well, that does it for getting any more commands in this battle. Or a partner for the next battle, it seemed.

Turning her attention back to the Turistar, the Dasfix watched his movement for a few seconds, and realized that she really didn't need to attack to finish him off. Her poison would do the job for her. Nearly all of the blue turtle's face looked purple as a result of the poison's affect, and his breathing was very heavy. He didn't have very much fight left in him. The Dasfix fluttered her fins as a shrug to herself and decided to simply curl up in a ball to raise her own defenses; not that she needed it, but oh well. Briefly, the Lurker pokemon wondered what the other human thought of her own human's actions, or rather, inaction(s) this past round.
In a last ditch attempt to wash Titania away, Turistar's trainer called for a Water Gun, the star turtle spitting a stream of water that... didn't bother Titania all too much. The stingray simply curled into her fins, her body hardening as Turistar succumbed to the poison coursing through its veins...

"Guh, that sucked..." the crotchety trainer said with a huff, recalling his fallen mon, "Tur'star got some good trainin', but not good 'nuff. Could'n even take out one'a yours." The man looked down to his only other pokemon, the green sprite-like plant relaxing in the sun beside him, "Lily, mind wreckin' the girly for me?"

"Li~" the Petilil hummed as it scampered over, ready for battle.

The foe's Turistar used Water Gun! (-6 HP)
Titania used Defense Curl! Titania's defense rose!
The foe's Turistar is hurt by poison (-2 HP)
Foe Turistar fainted!
Máirín gained 100 exp! Máirín grew to level 11 and learned Roar~
Titania gained a boosted 124 exp! Titania grew to level 12~

Random trainer sent out Petilil!

[12] [sp=f] [sp=dasfix] 32/44 [Levitate] (Def +1)
[10] [sp=m] [sp=turistar] 0/35 [Draft Rider]
Last up: [8] [sp=f] [sp=petilil] 32/32 [Chlorophyll]
Shaking water off her fins from the Turistar’s last attack, a pressurized stream at water that she supposed was supposed to wash away her victory, the Dasfix lazily watched as her poison took its last toll upon the turtle. Still without the commands of her Trainer and the backup of her companion (not to mention the fact that she would be stuck in the battle unless she managed to rouse either of them), Titania eyed the new opponent that replaced the Shuriken pokemon as the turtle was Recalled.

She felt fine and she knew that she could easily take her opponent down, but she also knew that the Vaering behind her needed more experience battling than she did at the moment. Flapping her fins a little, Titania wondered how she would get the dragon type out of her self-imposed nightmare. Back-winging, the poison and steel type turned around and swept herself over to the curled-up brown mass beside their spaced-off Trainer.

Poking and prodding with her fins and the flat edge of her tail, the Dasfix attempted to gain the Vaering’s attention. Finding very shortly that these actions were having no effect what-so-ever, the Lurker pokemon finally poked the dragon quite hard with the tip of her purple-glowing tail. The Vaering immediately uncurled herself and snarled with a far-off hazy look in her eyes. Then the brown creature focused and her face went quite sullen at having discovered it was only the stingray in front of her. However, the Dasfix obliged for a moment and cleared away, swinging a fin out to the field where the other humans’ called-upon grass type waited.

Máirín snarled again, this time at the physical nightmare of her visions. And she leaped forth, putting herself squarely in the middle of field, right between Clara and the Petilil. Glancing back, the young dragon pokemon found that her Trainer wasn’t actually in the correct frame of mind to give commands. Sliding her gaze to the Dasfix that had conceded her the fighting position, the Rowboat pokemon realized she was on her own as the poison and steel type simply fluttered her fins in a shrug. Well, that wasn’t too much different from what she had been doing -- but it was a little bit more disconcerting now that she didn’t have the support of her new Trainer. The dragon and water type decided that it would be fine; Titania could jump in if need be, though the brown creature wanted the opposing pokemon all to herself. Turning back to the said opponent, the Vaering attempted to both growl and leer at the hated grass type, but although Máirín glared for all she was worth at the Petilil, only her growling seemed to have done anything to the green creature. Or, at least she thought it did.

OOC: Switching to the Vaering and Máirín uses Growl, not that it’ll actually do anything. XD Maybe she’ll be smarter in the next round. Lol.
Máirín's guttural growl send shivers through the plant's body, making her body bristle slightly...

"That it? Man, you had me worried." the Petilil's owner spoke with a chuckle, "Good think she don't attack much. Mind Leech Seed'n, Lily?"

'Lilili~" Lily chirped as a little white bulb shot from her body and latched onto Máirín, immediately going to work as it sucked her stamina away...

Máirín used Growl! Petilil's attack fell!
Foe Lily used Leech Seed! Máirín was seeded!
Máirín's health was sapped... [-6 HP]

[11] [sp=f] [sp=vaering] 25/47 [Anger Point] [Seeded]
[8] [sp=f] [sp=petilil] 32/32 [Chlorophyll] (-1 Atk)
As her Growl faded away, Máirín saw that it had done something to make her enemy shiver but then the human said some stuff (which she promptly ignored so focused was she on the grass type) and almost let out a screech when the Petilil attacked with a bulb of some sort that had grown from her body. Disgusting! Augh….! The Vaering thought as the bulb grew vines and wrapped itself around a portion of her body. The Rowboat pokemon snarled at the thing and thrashed, attempting to claw it off, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the young dragon felt extremely weakened and she sagged momentarily to the ground. The Petilil’s Leech Seed attack had sucked a good portion of her strength and left her huffing for breath a bit. Regaining her composure, the creature shook herself awake and drawing herself up, glared again at the loathsome grass type. Although, instead of keeping her glare, the Vaering launched herself at her opponent. In her mind, Máirín thought that the best way to beat this terrible thing would be to come down upon it with all her rage before it had a chance to attack back again.

OOC: Obviously, Máirín is going for a Rage attack… x3 Also... not even 200 words... : ( Terrible short post...
Máirín's raged, and raged hard, but was drained of health and robbed of it's prior efforts through a single absorb attack that struck a weak spot. The seeds that entangled her were also not very kind, taking more health from the dragon type and bringing the opponent to tip top shape already!

Máirín used Rage! [-4 HP]
Petilil used Absorb! It's a Critical Hit! [-7 HP] Petilil absorbed health! [+3 HP]
Máirín's Rage continues to build!
Máirín's health was sapped! [-6 HP] Petilil absorbed health! [+6 HP]

[11] [sp=f] [sp=vaering] 18/47 [Anger Point] [Seeded] (+1 Atk)
[8] [sp=f] [sp=petilil] 32/32 [Chlorophyll] (-1 Atk)
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As the hated grass type stood up, not even fazed from her attack, Máirín sagged from the sheer impossibility of it. She then dropped closer to the ground as the Petilil attacked her with some type of terrible grass-type technique that left her feeling drained and weary. This couldn’t be possible. Had the turtle really weakened her to the point where this thing was having a field day with her?! The Vaering snorted and tried to get back up on her feet, then slumped fully to the ground as her opponent’s Leech Seed sapped even more strength from the young dragon’s body.

Máirín rolled her eyes toward the green creature from her position on the ground and anger surged through her once more. But her muscles refused to cooperate. At once, the Vaering finally realized that she couldn’t do this on her own. She couldn’t take on another Trainers’ pokemon by herself, because they were more trained than she was; and it was two against her one. She was too weakened at this point. Nearly hating herself for it, the young Rowboat pokemon cried out at Titania, asking her to take over. The ray floated over and conversed slightly with her, but with a huff the water and dragon type dragged herself out of the field range and curled up next to her un-responding Trainer, feeling wretched about herself.

Titania then readied herself for whatever the grass type in front of her decided to do, taking a few moments to look back at Máirín and her Trainer (who as of yet still hadn’t come out of a completely silent “la la land” adventure). Turning back to the Petilil, the Dasfix readied her tail for a Poison Sting when she could get into close quarters with the Bulb pokemon.

OOC: Switching Máirín with Titania… again… x3 And terrible short post.. D : Clara is still daydreaming. XD
The horrible grassy attack that had given Mairin so much trouble didn't seem to bother Titania much at all, to Mairin's further rage and embarrassment. The mysterious Dasfix struck back with a well-aimed Poison Sting, and just like that the tables were turned as the venom coursed through Petilil's system.

Mairin, that's enough! Go, Titania!
The foe's Petilil used Absorb! It's not very effective... (-1 HP)
Titania used Poison Sting! It's super effective! (-8 HP)
The foe's Petilil was poisoned!
The foe's Petilil is hurt by poison! (-4 HP)

[12] [sp=f] [sp=dasfix] 31/44 [Levitate]
[8] [sp=f] [sp=petilil] 20/32 [Chlorophyll] [PSN] (-1 Atk)
Máirín wanted to cry. She wanted to rage at both Titania and the hated grass type. She wanted to explode against the entire world for being completely unfair. But all she could do at the moment was huff to herself and scratch at the vines that were still clinging to her hide. Thankfully, they weren’t still attacking her and aiding her enemy. Though she wouldn’t really mind, as it seemed the stingray was having far too much fun. She glumly watched as the Lurker pokemon easily handled an attack and then flung her own poisonous attack, not only dealing some good damage, but also quite easily sealing the hated creature’s fate in this battle. Had Máirín been there instead, the grass type would be gaining health, not losing it.

Was she good for nothing? Her Trainer really didn’t like her full-heartedly because she was a water type -- she was born that way; she couldn’t do anything about that. But she was weak on top of that? A complete weakling -- a creature who couldn’t hold herself up in any battle in her entire life. No, that was wrong… She had beaten that fish of the breeder’s to a pulp all by herself, but that fish was weak, weaker than her even. And then she had proceeded to bowel over that first stupid turtle. Really, what Had been the difference between the two? No. . . She knew what it was. It was probably the training that they had received, and Máirín just hadn’t gotten enough to beat this second one. . . That must be the difference between her and this other hated grass type. . . . . She didn’t have enough training. The dragon pup came full circle to the thought that had started it; she was weak.

And she had run from the next battle, bluffing at first, but still running back to the pokeball (that was now connected to her) afterwards without even doing anything. . . And after that, after that, Clara had tried to speak with her, but instead she had run out to get her face in another battle -- one that she had proceeded to lose miserably in. What good was she?

While Máirín spiraled into a self-hating mini-depression, Titania was busy taunting the Petilil. The Dasfix knew that the grass type would eventual fall from the poison, and she debated which of her attacks she should use. She could easily pound away with another flurry of Poison Stings, or she could laugh and idle her way through the battle by using Defense Curl. She might also try out a move that her Trainer probably didn’t realize she had, but the purple creature figured she would let her Trainer figure it out in time. The Lurker pokemon was patient. That was just the way she’d been bred and brought up, though she really couldn’t remember anything before meeting Clara. The Dasfix decided she really would go for another stab with her tail, and began to do just that.

Clara suddenly shook herself, as though she’d been in a strange stupor or trance. What had been going on? Oh, yes; she’d been trying to talk to Máirín, but the creature had gotten herself into a battle by angering a man and had, of course, dragged Clara into it. Then the girl had gotten to thinking about her money goal, and her “bond” with her pokemon. That then made her think of Máirín again, before leading her thoughts to the water and wondering about an attempt to leave the island. Which then reminded her of the battle she should have with that nurse-in-training before she left (or at least tried to leave) -- which resulted in her daydreaming about how that battle might end up going.

Casting her gaze around, the young Trainer found Máirín in a huddle next to her, looking very beat up and in some sort of depressed mood. Hadn’t she been battling? No, the girl had switched her for Titania, who was currently battling. . . but hadn’t she been battling a Turistar? The battle now looked nearly over as well, and Clara figured that perhaps the man had simply switched pokemon. Or had they won that other battle already? How long had she been thinking about things? As the girl continued to look on, the Dasfix in front of her proceeded to attack with a Poison Sting attack, even without any commands. It made Clara feel. . . . slightly hollow inside -- like she wasn’t exactly needed. But then how would she get enough money if her pokemon didn’t need her and she needed them? The girl shook her head again, jumbling those thoughts together for later. Right now, she should probably concentrate on the rest of this battle. She could think more about these things later. . . .
OOC: Forgive me for the not-text wall Kaelyn. I'm so rusty. x3

Another devastating toxic sting sent Petilil reeling. In a panic, it launched a small seed out of the trio of leaves protruding from its head! The seedling hit its mark, striking Titania's forehead and immediately sprouting. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, until the sapling began to drain the Dasfix's life force and sending it straight back to her opponent! Though Titania had started to feel weaker, she took pleasure in watching the poison quickly wearing down the green sprout. 

Soon. Soon it'll be at her mercy~

Titania used Poison Sting! It's super effective! (-8 HP)
The foe's Petilil used Leech Seed! Titania was seeded!
Titania's health was drained... (-6 HP)
[i]The foe's Petilil is hurt by poison! (-4 HP)

[12] [sp=f] [sp=dasfix] 25/44 [Levitate]
[8] [sp=f] [sp=petilil] 14/32 [Chlorophyll] [PSN] (-1 Atk)
OOC: It's perfectly fine. : )

Ick. That was all Titania could think of as the Petilil attacked her with the same clinging vines and strength-sapping power that the Vaering had endured. No wonder the Rowboat pokemon hadn't liked it. This might have changed the battle, had she not attacked again beforehand. She should probably do so again, but what about her Trainer? The Dasfix looked behind her and found Máirín in the same state, but her Trainer was bright-eyed and alert -- but with a slightly dejected look on her face.

Oh, no. . Had she done the wrong thing in attacking? Could it be? -- no it had to be something else. The poison and steel type waved her fins about wildly to get Clara's attention, eventually succeeding in drawing her gaze. The Lurker pokemon tried to look as meek as possible, before trying to indicate the question of what she should attack with. Evidently, she got the message across.

Clara was at first wondering what Titania was going on about, but taking a quick stock of the battle, Clara realized that the pokemon may have wanted her to take charge -- as what should have been the norm. The Dasfix was being zapped by some strange seeds and vines that must have come from the Petilil, stealing her of strength and energy, while the grass type was likewise being drained by Titania's poison. Another quick glance at Máirín told the young girl that the creature was going to take some hard work and time to come out of her funk. Case in point -- this battle should be wrapped up fairly quickly. Making up her mind, she called out,

"Okay, Titania. Use Poison Sting again!" It looked to be a pretty effective attack, after all. .
With a flap of her fins, the steel ray whipped her tail around and jabbed at Petilil once more! Titania quickly wrapped her fins around herself in a defense manner for her foe's next attack... But nothing happened. Her precise toxic strike struck a mortal blow instantly dropping the plant sprite. Baffled, Titania watched for a moment, and when Petilil didn't stand back up, she simply shrugged her and cheered for her victory. 

Without saying a word (not because I forgot the trainer's personality or anything...) Clara's defeated foe handed over some loose pocket change before fleeing into the distance... How anticlimactic...

Titania used Poison Sting! It's a super-effective crit! (-14 hp)
Foe's Petilil fainted!
Titania gained a boosted 67 exp... Titania grew to level 13!
Máirín gained 53 exp.

Poor forgotten opponent left 180p in pennies~
And down the grass type went -- along with the vines and seeds that had been sucking away at her energy. Titania hadn't even needed to prepare for a counter-attack at all. Thinking back on it, the purple stingray thought that the battle seemed to have dragged on for quite a long time -- though it couldn’t have been any more than some five minutes or so of fast-paced action. The Lurker pokemon shrugged -- lazily flapping her fins where she hovered -- and watched as some objects were passed from the one human to her Trainer. After that, the other guy left with his pokemon safely withdrawn in their capsules. Turning around, the Dasfix felt kind of sorry for her teammate, Máirín the Vaering. She was still sitting there, curled up in a ball still. Seriously, was she ill from the grass type’s attacks? The vines had disintegrated and all, so shouldn’t she be fine? Hearing Clara’s voice, the creature turned to give a Dasfix-smile to her Trainer before feeling the familiar lull of the pokeball’s Return call.

Clara returned Titania’s pokeball to its place, and sighed as she watched Máirín for a few more minutes. The water typed dragon pup was eventually Recalled and Clara looked at her pokeball for a while. The young girl hadn’t bothered counting the money the guy had handed over before leaving, simply stuffing it in its pocket with the rest of the cash she had collected so far. It wasn’t actually at the forefront of her brain right now. Clara had some serious thinking to do, really. Perhaps a talk with Máirín would do better to be inside, rather than anywhere outside where there were tons of distractions. Clara headed back to the Pokemon Center, allowed her pokemon to be healed, and then asked for a room, despite it being in the early afternoon.

The Nurse Joy on duty said “of course” (of course), and graciously handed her a key, telling her the directions and left the Trainer to it. Tromping up the stairs and down the hallway, Clara found the number she was looking for and let herself in. The first thing she did was drop her pack on the floor-- and then flumped face first on top the nicely made bed.

And she was out like a light. (Oops.)

It had only been a little bit past midday, but Clara slept the rest of that day and into the night -- waking up only when the sun hit her in the face. Surprised, the young girl jumped out of bed and wildly looked around -- her head in a whirl and trying to get things back into focus. It all snapped back into place however, and Clara sat down on the floor to concentrate on slowing her breathing. She sat there for a while in the silence, brain loosely jumping from one errant thought to another. Food; when was the last time she’s eaten? Funnily enough, though, she wasn’t hungry at all.

And then she wandered to think back on the previous day and all that had happened. She needed to speak with Máirín, but what exactly should she say? Sighing dejectedly, Clara figured she might as well try something, even if that something was simply letting the Vaering roam about the room. Pokemon couldn’t unlock doors, could they? Clara quickly went and locked the door anyway before sitting back down and taking Máirín’s pokeball in her hand. Holding it for a few seconds, Clara finally opened it and Máirín materialized in front of her.

The creature swung her head around and sniffed and shuffled her way around the room first, pointedly ignoring her Trainer. Clara sighed, but let the creature do as she wished. Several minutes went by before the Vaering finally turned and pinned the young girl with an unreadable stare.

How do I start this? Where do I begin? Maybe the Pokemon Center information would work first. Uhh… As Clara scrambled to think of how to say it, the water and dragon type crept closer until the two were only about a foot apart.

“Máirín, I --” Clara paused, choking on her words, trying to get everything out all at once. Her head was a whirl of activity, but she couldn’t get her mouth to work properly. Okay, let’s try that again. .

“Máirín, I know you probably don’t like me, and you probably know that I -- I don’t -- really like water -- not the ocean or -- or -- water pokemon. But, I tried to find your original Trainer, and there wasn’t any information at the Pokemon Center.” The Vaering gave a small growl, not sure how to react to this type of news. Was she fully hated by this human, or were they just passing each other by and allowing misunderstandings to get in the way?

“So, uhh.. I, I guess we should just work together for the time being, okay?” That wasn’t really it. Not exactly what she wanted to say. Not at all. There was so much to say, but no actual way to say it the right way.

The dragon pup growled again softly and then drew closer, finally settling her head on Clara’s knee and watched the girl’s eyes for any hints. Clara wasn’t exactly sure how to take this action. Had the Vaering accepted her as her new Trainer? Did the creature not care for her old Trainer -- whoever that may have been? Was the water and dragon pup willing to work with Clara together on things? Was this a sign that they could patch things up between the two of them, and work on helping to heal the other?

Hesitantly, Clara reached out with her hand, hovering above the young dragon’s head. Máirín didn’t make a sound, nor did she make any move to pull away. Settling her hand on the brown creature’s forehead mark, Clara found that the Vaering was making a strange dragonesque purring, the sound too low for her to pick up -- but she could feel the vibrations through her hand.

I think you are going to be a good Trainer; a good human. You let me do what I want, even if it’s not a good idea. I’ll stay by your side -- for the time being, at least. Maybe I’ll be able to get stronger; strong enough to beat any pokemon that comes my way! Máirín wasn’t sure if her thoughts were getting through to Clara at all, but the young Trainer seemed to decide something and smiled at her -- finally withdrawing her back inside her pokeball.

The young Trainer stood up and grabbed her bag, unlocking the room door as she walked out. Back down the stairs and after giving the key back to the Nurse on duty, Clara took in a deep breath and walked out the Pokemon Center doors just a little bit more confident. Hopefully things would work out (and she could get back home soon).

OOC: Hmm… Jayden and Máirín need a level or two, I think. A Trainer, please. And then. . . I guess I’ll have a look-see later. : )
Mod Note: Thanks to the busted spoiler, I didn't notice Máirín participated... *Goes to add exp* Máirín gained 53 exp and rose to level 12! Now let's give those two some teamwork training~

Naturally, being inside a pokemon center would leave Clara surrounded by other trainers (of course.) Some for healing, some networking, some working on their PC, and then the ones that just want to layabout all day. One of these trainers in particular noticed Clara as she started to leave, quickly walking over to stop her before she could pass through the doors.

"Hey, I mean hello. You're a trainer right? I mean, you have pokeballs on you, so you must be..."  the boy seemed quite frazzled and flustered as he spoke, "Let me start over. Would you like to battle have a pokemon? I-I mean have a pokemon battle!"

Once the messy-haired boy's nervousness toned down a little and introductions were shared, Clara found herself outside of the center in not just any pokemon battle, but a doubles match! The young trainer, now known as Nathaniel, or Natch for short, said he would only use two pokemon despite having a full set of pokeballs lining his belt. Two lights shone as he released an awkward-looking green bird who seemed to hum as it looked everywhere for no reason in particular, and some kind of floating seahorse with a large snoot.

"Okay you two, let's give it our best... right?"

The two pokemon looked concerned. Not for the oncoming battle, but for their own trainer, both knowing this mess of nerves could barely handle a one-on-one match.

Trainer Nathaniel would like to battle, please?
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[10] [sp=f] [sp=gowatu] 37/37 [Cacophony]
[12] [sp=m] [sp=skrelp] 45/45 [Poison Point]
OOC: Uhh.. thank-you, Orchestra, but I think you had already added that exp in the previous update post, hadn’t you? x3 (Which means that Máirín now has had double the exp given for that battle… x3)

Before Clara could get out the doors of the Pokemon Center, or even finish expelling her deep breath, a person quickly jumped in front of her to prevent her exit from the building.

“Hey, I mean hello. You’re a Trainer, right? I mean, you have pokeballs, so you must be. . .” The young man, who had appeared so suddenly before her from wherever else he’d been inside the main lobby, seemed to become flustered on the spot and continued to stutter before finally spitting out,

“Let me start over. Would you like to battle have a pokemon? I- I mean have a pokemon battle?”

Thoroughly confused by him, the other Trainer (whose really messy hair kind of distracted Clara for a little bit as well) managed to drag the poor girl outside and to an area that was appropriate for a battle. He introduced himself as Nathaniel, and then began a short monologue about “only” using two pokemon instead of a whole six (at that Clara was quite surprised, despite knowing she had six pokemon with her, herself). However, that wasn’t the only surprise of the morning for Clara, as Nathaniel didn’t send out his first pokemon, but both of them at the same time!

Clara questioned the boy, wondering if that was even legal, and he launched into a very long explanation of what a “doubles” or just simply a “double battle” was, its basic mechanics, some of its quirks and the dangers involved. At least he was well-versed in the subject and willing to explain something that seemed to be common knowledge to most of the populace. Clara began to work her mind through this new information, wondering if she should try it or not.

Glancing at the two pokemon Nathaniel had called upon, she didn’t recognize either of them. She didn’t like the looks of the strange brown thing, though. It appeared to be very much associated with water. She wasn’t sure of the green bird either. Giving a frown, the young girl pulled that darned pokedex out to scan both of the opposing creatures just for the heck of it.

Gowatu, the Noisy Bird Pokemon. This Gowatu is female with an ability of Cacophony.

Skrelp, the Mock Kelp Pokemon. This Skrelp is male with the ability Poison Point.

They came one after the other, and Clara took a steadying breath before thinking through it. One was grass and flying according to the pokedex, and the other was apparently poison and the dreaded water type. Water could potentially go up against water, couldn’t it? Máirín Did seem to have accepted her at least a little bit back in the Pokemon Center room, so maybe she should try it out? With the new information of a double battle, Clara wondered who to send out with the Vaering. Perhaps Jayden would do? He hadn’t had a chance to stretch his wings since the battle with Oswald before coming to Shrdlu town. Yes, that would do. Jayden needed practice for sure.

Looking over again to where Nathaniel stood with both his pokemon, she noticed that the two creatures seemed more worried about their Trainer than themselves and the beginning battle. Aww.. that's actually pretty sweet (OOC: in a cute way). This won't be too harsh of a battle, I think. . . maybe. Releasing both Máirín and Jayden from their pokeballs, Clara allowed them a good few moments to adjust to being side by side on the field.

"Okay, Máirín, Jayden. We are trying something called a double battle. Both of you would be working with each other against the opposite team, okay? It seems to be almost the same kind of thing as with a regular battle. . .just. . a little different." Clara paused, hoping her two pokemon would get the gist of it. The two stared at her, waiting intently. "Uhh.. okay. Máirín, attack the Skrelp with Rage, please. And Jayden, use Peck on Gowatu, please." I hope I called that out correctly. Nathaniel really did explain it well, though, so I think I've got it. Air to air combat would be easier for Jayden, and harder for Máirín. Likewise, since this Skrelp pokemon is a water type (eek), Máirín should have an easier time defending against him. At least, I'm pretty sure she will. .  

OOC: Máirín Rages on Skrelp, and Jayden Pecks the other bird.
Seeing the opponents his pokemon would be facing, Nathaniel pulled a small green notebook from his pocket, thumbing through it as he looked up the two creatures.

"Hmm... The Vaering is a dragon, but I don't think it'll be much of a problem. That Auriole though..."

Skrelp gave a grunt to get his trainer's attention, the boy giving a jump and fumbling about as he tried to catch his book.

"O-Okay! Don't rush me... Since the Auriole is the bigger problem, use Water Gun on it, Skrelp, and Gowatu..." Natch paused to go through his notes once more, "It won't do much, but try Razor Leaf. It should hurt them both, I think..."

Both pokemon huffed, Gowatu shrugging her wings and Skrelp shaking his head. With commands given, the two faced off against Clara's pokemon!

Leading the charge was Máirín, the dragon whelp jumping at and slapping Skrelp across the nose! Jayden swooped in, facing off against Gowatu in an aerial battle as he dove in and jabbed at the Noisy Bird, only for the grass avian to rain bladed leaves down upon both Jayden and Máirín! Knocked out of the air, Skrelp inhaled before spitting a stream of water at the black-and-gold bird, knocking him into the pavement. With the battle just starting, everyone seemed to be handling the double battle well aside from the poor Gowatu, nearly being felled in one blow!

Máirín used Rage on Skrelp! [-3 HP]
Jayden used Peck on Gowatu! It's super effective! [-18 HP]
Foe Gowatu used Razor Leaf on both targets! (It's not very effective on Jayden [-5 HP]) (Máirín [-10 HP])
Máirín's Rage is building!
Foe Skrelp used Water Gun on Jayden! [-9 HP]

Team Clara
[11] [sp=f] [sp=vaering] 37/47 [Anger Point] (Rage : 1)
[10] [sp=m] [sp=auriole] 23/37 [Big Pecks]

Team Nathaniel
[10] [sp=f] [sp=gowatu] 19/37 [Cacophony]
[12] [sp=m] [sp=skrelp] 42/45 [Poison Point]

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