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Pokemon: The Ultimates (RPG Thread)

Kamotz

God of Monsters
Pokemon: The Ultimates
(Rated PG-13 for violence, language, and implied sexual situations)​


The Ultimates Initiative is approved.

Five words; five simple words. But they changed everything the moment they appeared on Steven Stone's personal communiqué. He'd been trying for years to put the team together, gathering and locating spectacular individuals from across the regions. It wasn't easy; his superiors and backers and SHIELD weren't all thrilled with the prospect of assembling a team of untrained civilians to combat threats that essentially might never manifest again. It would be wildly expensive, and open them up to a heap of liability.

But Steven had continued to press the issue, and slowly built up a database of possible recruits. From there he looked into ones that would help him get the funding and approval: the most reliable and impressive of these unique people. Through their efforts and the results they brought to various operations, Steven assuaged fears and gathered support from SHIELD officials and financial backers, and the five words put everything in motion.

"Steven, what's the word?" asked Lorelei Prima. The curvaceous, red-headed, former-Elite Four master was Steven's second in command; his confidant and the one he trusted most.

"The Ultimates Initiative is 'go for launch.' Approved by the upper echelons. We've got backing, funding, logistical support, even proper equipment," Steven answered. There was a steely glint in his eyes. "This is really happening."

"They just gave us everything we asked for?" Lorelei asked. She found it hard to believe it.

"Most of it," Steven said with a nod. "We'll get operational facilities in the Triskelion, our own crew, and helicarrier access." He double-checked his information just to be sure, and nodded again. "We're in business, Lorelei. You know what that means?"

"Assemble the Ultimates?" she asked, smirking.

Steven nodded, barely containing his grin. "Assemble the Ultimates."

===

Gideon sailed through the air the ocean and sky stretched out before him: an endless expanse of blue above and below. Everything was just so blue. So peaceful. And he could just float there, above the bustle and movement of the earth below. He could just float there, basking in the warm glow of the sun: drawing from its strength. Below him the ocean frothed with life. Wailord and Gyarados and Milotic surged through the waves. Above them flew Wingull and Pelipper. Here the world was at such peace.

"Gideon, word came through this morning," a voice crackeld over the tiny communications device concealed in his ear. He recognized it as Steven Stone, his immediate superior at SHIELD. "We're go for the Ultimates Initiative."

"Understood. Heading back to headquarters now. Any idea what the final team will be?" said Gideon. He dropped from the sky, plummeting at astounding speeds. He ripped through the sky, scorching the air in his wake. He freefell through the clouds: falling until he was just above the surface of the ocean. Then he abruptly stopped his flight and shot over the waves. Water sprayed up in the wake of his flight.

"You've worked with a few of them before," Steven answered, his voice clear despite the roaring rush of air and wind. "It might take a bit more time to collect some of the more remote ones. But I'm hoping to have the team assembled by tomorrow."

"Where are we meeting?" Gideon asked.

"We'll have a portion of the Triskelion set up for us within the week once all the support and technical crews are reassigned," Steven answered. "Until then we'll be stationed in a helicarrier. We're boarding in Slateport. Hoenn."

"I know the place," Gideon said. He smirked. "Can't imagine we'll be very hard to spot once the carrier lands. Does the public know about them yet?"

"If they don't they will soon," Steven answered, and Gideon could hear the smirk on his face. He knew this was a big win for Steven. "How fast can you get here?"

"Time me."

With a flash, Gideon rocketed high into the sky. He soared high above the earth, beyond the edge of the atmosphere in the dead silence of near-space. He then twisted and fired back down to earth, spiraling as he fell. The spiral helped slow him down, and he then flew leisurely through the air over Hoenn. He stopped above Slateport City and slowly floated down to land outside of the harbor. He spotted the enormous helicarrier, a new piece of technology (technically a flying aircraft carrier) in the waters there. Steven Stone was already headed towards him.

"Not bad. Fifteen minutes," Steven said. They shook hands. "I think you're getting slow though." Gideon rolled his eyes and followed Steven on the walk through the city. Steven handed him his smartphone. "That's the list of the core team."

"This is a lot of people," Gideon murmured, thumbing through the pages and personnel reports. "Could get pretty crowded on missions. Collateral damage. Casualties...who knows what else."

"I won't be putting everyone out into the field at once. I'll get a feel for their team capabilities and how well they cooperate with one another," Steven said, taking back the phone. "I'll probably rotate the active squad and set up some as support roles. Different teams for different missions." He sighed and ran a hand through his steel-silver hair. "It's a lot to do."

"Different teams?"

"Sure," Steven nodded. "Brute force, stealth and infiltration, reconnaissance, heavy combat." He counted off the list on his fingers. "And I'm sure I'll think of more."

"I'd love to do some stealth work," Gideon said, looking down.

"Maybe recon, but no stealth for you, Mr. Bradley," Steven said with a laugh.

"Why not?"

"You're six and-a-half feet tall and built like a marble statue of human perfection," Steven said, pointing a finger at the super-man. "I'd prefer to save your considerable talents for things that really need hitting."

Gideon shrugged and floated up into the air. "Whatever you think is best, boss," he said. "Or is it 'Commander' now? That has a pretty cool ring to it, don't you think? Commander Stone?"

Steven considered it carefully, turning the title over in his mind. He smirked. "I like it. There's a bunk at the carrier for you if you need it. Just stay around. The rest will be arriving soon."
 

Vern

Why not both?
Rhuna [Subject 63-A-962]
Driftveil City


Rhuna allowed herself a smile as she made one last check of her meagre possessions, which had been stuffed into a small sack, tied to her staff in the old-fashioned, tried-and-true method of carrying such things around. Like all those bratty kids running away from home, going on an adventure. A childlike sort of excitement that she couldn’t suppress surged through her, as if she were a young child being brought to a theme park for the first time.

“Perfect Dark, my dear companion, our master calls for us.” she murmured, holding her left hand over her left eye, fingers spread apart like a spider’s web. She had packed away her eyepatch, having decided to go without wearing it - she wanted to feel the ocean wind over her face. “In a few short hours, we shall embark on our journey.”

Yami did not respond, and her keystone remained unmoving in the embrace of Rhuna’s curved wooden staff. The Spiritomb never did respond to anything her master said outside of battle, but even so, Rhuna felt that her one and only companion was indeed lending an accepting ear to her ramblings. One of the advantages of talking to inanimate objects is that they don’t talk back and shatter any of your illusions.

A day ago, she had chanced upon a guy dressed in a rather strange manner while walking around on the drawbridge that connected Driftveil to Nimbasa. She had attempted to ignore him, but he turned out to have been looking for her. The guy had taken her for lunch - to a nice restaurant, something that Rhuna hadn’t managed to enjoy for years - and had explained the reason of his coming to her. As things went, there was, apparently, some sort of elite fighting force being assembled in the Hoenn region, under the command of Steven Stone, and that another product of Project Pantheon would be there. They were to assembled at Slateport City the next day, and the man wanted to see if she was interested.

When she had responded positively, he had arranged for a boat to take her there, saying that it was to arrive at noon the next day. She had originally been suspicious of him, but the allure of a superhero organisation and the chance to meet up with someone else who had been part of Project Pantheon was too large, and she had given in to her temptation. The fact that he had bought her a great meal also did help in that regard.

It was eleven thirty right now. “The time of our departure is at hand.” she said, standing up and giving her cloak a dramatic flip, then striding forward across the small clearing in which she was seated to pick up her staff and belongings. In her mind, there was no doubt that the ‘other product’ was Fern, who she had been hoping to find for years. “Let us begin our journey - our transport awaits us.”

Yami did not respond.

-~-~-​

Slateport City Harbour

The boat pulled into the Slateport City harbour a good while later. While normally, she would be looking around and admiring the city’s architecture and general difference to the place where she previously stayed, this time, her attention was wholly occupied by something else - the massive craft that was floating there, on the waters. The sailor in charge of the boat was the very same man who had invited her here, and over the journey, had filled her in on a few more details of the Ultimates initiative. Rhuna had said little, instead choosing to preoccupy herself with the feeling of having the entire ocean stretched out in front of her, blue waves connected with blue sky, all sorts of Pokemon she had only heard of in books surrounding the waters around the boat.

While initiatives such as these normally attracted all sorts of dangerous, arrogant, and annoying people, she had committed in a single impulse that she hadn’t thought through, and it was a bit too late to pull out. Joining such a program would mean that her abilities and actions would probably come under constant surveillance, and she would most likely lose a lot of her freedom to do what she liked. Already, this was beginning to seem like a bad idea. At least, that was what she thought until she saw that carrier.

Something vaguely resembling a human-shaped meteor blasted in from the sky, landing directly on the carrier’s deck. So, that was already one powerful, arrogant person concerned with showing off. He definitely seemed to be pretty darn powerful. Off to a great start, I see.

As the boat docked, she was already standing on the prow, staff held in her left hand, her right holding onto her hat to stop it from being blown off by the wind, which was causing her cloak to fly out behind her like some sort of superhero’s cape. The instant the motion of the craft slowed, she jumped off and landed on the harbour, making sure to soften the impact in order to prevent something from blowing up. The man waved goodbye to her and disappeared back into the cabin in which the boat had been steered, before she could bid him a suitable dramatic farewell and thank him for his service.

“Perfect Dark,” she said, a wide grin of a sort of manic exhilaration on her face, her eyes shining with a somewhat demonic light, “Our destination has been reached. We have heeded the call, and we shall reap the rewards. The spirit of the crimson demon stirs within me, my heart beats with a renewed vigour. Come, let us show ourselves before our new lord.”

Yami did not respond. Her keystone remained inanimate. Rhuna had already made up her mind to make a dramatic entrance, and the fact that someone had just fallen out of the sky like a meteor did little to dampen her enthusiasm.

She let out a small, high-pitched cackle, before lifting her right leg and then kicking the ground, hard, while jumping up with her other leg. The resulting explosion was small enough to leave only some barely visible char marks on the ground, but it sent her flying through the air in a massive, backwards arc, directly onto the deck of the helicarrier, a few meters behind where Steven was standing. She landed softly on her feet, her cloak still flying in the wind like a battle standard, the witch’s hat deliberated tilted down to cast a shadow over her face, emphasising the red glow of her eyes. Her left hand held her staff horizontally behind her back, her right arm crossed over her chest as she bent down in a sweeping bow.

“I have arrived, my lord. The crimson demon awaits your command.”
 

Treeconator11

Ultranumb
James Quinn
Slateport City

"Its good to be back in Hoenn, isn't it Rory," James said with a smile, as he stepped off of the large cruise ship he'd been on, putting on his sunglasses. Rory stomped behind him, his massive Charizard body and large scars serving to scare off even the most devoted fans, allowing James a little peace. Normally it would have been too expensive to afford an ocean liner on a last minute basis, but money wasn't really a problem for himself. Still, thinking back, it was hard to forget what exactly brought him back to Slateport in the first place

Welcome to the Ultimates Initiative

It seemed strange that less than a week ago, he'd simply been relaxing on Hano Beach, kicking back and drinking fruity drinks with little umbrellas, the expected vacation stuff. But, it'd already been a few days, and he was starting to get antsy. He'd been probably a day away from booking a flight to another region for more battles, when he'd received an invitation from a man in a black suit, who had offered him a free drink. James had never been one to turn down a free drink before, so he decided to take the man up on the offer, and the man had given him an offer. SHIELD had been trying to create a team of super heroes, essentially, and he'd been put on the short list. James had been stuck as to what he would do after vacation, and here was a job that had everything he loved, exciting action, new people, and probably interesting locales. He took the offer almost immediately, and set off to find a boat ride to Slateport City, where he was set to meet Steven Stone in their mobile base in the harbor.

Rory gave a quick snort, bringing James back to reality. James gave a glance at his phone, and saw that the time he was supposed to find Steven was rapidly approaching. "Yeah yeah, knock it off Rory, I was paying attention," James muttered, looking around the harbor. "Anyway, keep your eyes open, the guy said that we're looking for a large ship, called it the Helicarri-" James cut off, as he turned his eyes and saw a massive ship, a little ways down the harbor. The agent had told him how large the ship was, but seeing it in person was intimidating. "That's so cool Rory, do you think that's what we're looking for?" James asked. Rory gave a roll of his eyes, and even though he couldn't speak Pokemon, James very much understood Rory's "What do you think?"

"Alright Rory, let's head over there pronto." James declared, as he started walking, but immediatly stopped, as he saw someone dressed in robes launch themselves from the pier onto the deck of the ship. "Rory, we can't allow this." James declared. "We can't allow anyone to have a cooler entrance than us. That'd just be, well, uncool. Besides, we need to show how strong we are to our fellows, can't have them thinking we're just weaklings right?" Rory, while rolling his eyes, did accept that James was right. "Now, Rory, let's show them what we learned in Kalos and Alola," James said, brandishing the rings on each of his arms. We quickly checked to make sure each of them were ready to go, and smiled.

"Alright Rory, first step, Kalos. Let's Mega Evolve!" James shouted, putting two of his fingers to the ring on his left arm, as Rory's body began to glow with an etheral light The light shielded Rory from view, and when he emerged, his body changed, with additional spikes and ridges on his wings, arms, and tail. Rory leaned down, allowing James to grab hold on his back, and took off. Rory started to fly away from the carrier to build up room, and then looped around and started racing towards the helicarrier. As Rory approached the Helicarrier, James lept off his back, landing with a roll onto the deck, while Rory started moving into the sky. "Stage two, Alola, let's do this." James whispered under his breath, as he got to his feet and began the dance moves he'd memorized back in Alola. Rory felt his body began to grow more powerful, with both the energy of the Mega Evolution and the Z-Power flowing through him. He let out a powerful roar, and inhaled, as James yelled the name of the attack. "INFERNO OVERDRIVE" James screamed, as Rory turned his head to the sky, and unleashed his attack.

A column of flame tore across the sky, raging reds and oranges that felt like they lasted years instead of seconds. As the attack died, James turned his head, and saw the two people on deck. One of them appeared to be a middle aged man, who he remembered from photos was Steven Stone, meaning he'd been right this time. The other was the robed person he'd seen jump onto the helicarrier a few minutes ago. She appeared to be actually still a child, wearing what looked like a witch costume, and maybe fourteen or fifteen years old. It was a little younger than he thought, but still, he had seen her literally jump all the way to the top of the carrier, so maybe he would cut her a little slack. Besides, now it was time to make introductions, which was the point of his whole presentation.

"Agent Stone I presume, James Quinn, I'll be working under you from now. Witch girl, I assume we're going to be comrades now, I hope we'll become friends as well."
 

VampirateMace

Internet Overlord
Mace
Pokemon: Bellossom (Blue), Absol (Stormy), Stableye (Glimmer), Houndoom (Scorch), & Pear (Minior)
Location: approaching Slateport (from Alola)


Mace stood against the ship's rail as it approached Slateport. The light wind fluttered her hat's brim and her trench-coat, and a small Bellossom clung to her neck and shoulder, looking out at the city as well. Mace rubbed the dark purple envelope between her fingers.

It had been so long. She hadn't told her friends and family she was returning to Slateport already though. How could she? She was joining the Ultimates, so the less they knew the better.
She couldn't risk making anyone a target. . . Realizing she was crinkling her memento, Mace quickly slipped it into the front pouch of her satchel. It only had emotional value now, but when she'd gotten that party invitation she'd knew she'd arrived as trainer, and now, now, look how much further she'd gotten then that. Last week in Alola, she was approached by a man dressed suavely in black, who informed her she was up for consideration to join the Ultimates, she just had to say yes.

That was the pivotal moment in this. She could have continued battling gyms and regional leagues, competing in contests, showing off her Pokemons' power as one of the top trainers. But she could also use that ability for fight for their world.

The ship had stopped. The dock workers were catching the heavy ropes thrown from decks below now. In the distance something rocketed over to another massive ship. Gazing at this majestic hunk of steel, she was pretty sure it was the carrier the recruiting agent had described to her. Something else arced through the air onto the carrier.

Once cleared, passengers begin crowding to get off. One impatient fellow even rocketed off with his Mega-Charizard, blazing towards. . . the carrier. Ah, was this one of her teammates? She'd have to be sure to talk to him about mega evolution. She knew she had multiple pokemon capable of mega-evolving, and that was on her personal list of potential improvements her team could make.

She glanced over at the crowd around the elevators and stairs, she didn't need to get in that mess though. Nor could she ride any of her pokemon through the air. Scorch could probably jump her own to the docks easily, but there was no reason to. She looked back over the city and waited for things to clear out a bit before heading down the stairs to the gangway.

She strolled off the cruise dock and onto the carrier's dock. Her teammates seemed to be set on making an entrance. But there were different ways to make an entrance. She passed some guards, she thought they'd want ID, but they did some strange electronic checks and waived her through. She wondered about those she saw arrive before her. Apparently rocketing onto the boat was it's own credential, and it certainly was faster.

She ascended the carrier's gangway, coat flapping in the wind, and gazed over those that had assembled so far. Steven Stone she recognized right away, but there was also a guy around her age, a younger guy, and a younger girl, who was dressed as a witch. . . odd as that may seem, not that Mace had any room to judge if she thought about it, since she had a red and black battle costume complete with mask in her bag.

Silently she approached the group, calm gentle expression, almost a smile. Mind games were fun. Would they think anything of her quiet entrance? Would they wonder what sort of person didn't show off their power when arriving to join an elite team? Blue didn't quite get the exercise, looking around excitedly, “Bell-bell?”
 
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Vern

Why not both?
Fern [Subject 63-A-917]
Slateport City Harbour


Fern let out a content little sigh as the boat pulled into the harbour. The journey hadn’t exactly been a tiring one, but there was still a sense of satisfaction to be had when one arrived at their destination after a long wait. The harbour itself wasn’t exactly the most impressive thing - she had seen plenty like it - but the massive craft that was parked there certainly was. The hulking behemoth of steel that was the so called ‘Hellicarrier’ was quite a sight. She had seen numerous crafts on her travels, but this was the first time she had ever seen something so big.

She shrugged her shoulders slightly and readjusted her overcoat so that it fit more comfortably. The sailor who was in charge of the boat had been quite a nice guy, and he had filled her in on everything she needed to know. All she had to do was to show up and introduce herself to the guards, and they would let her onto the ship. Then, she just needed to take a right, climb the stairs, and go up using the elevator to the deck, where everybody else would be waiting.

Where, if her intuition was correct, she would be waiting. The sailor had told her all he knew about whoever was going to be there, and amongst the list was ‘a girl who could cause explosions’. in all of her research and wandering, she had never come across anybody else with such a power.

She got off the boat and thanked the sailor, who gave her a hearty wave before turning the boat around and sailing off to who-knows where. Behind her, a vaguely human-shaped figure fell out of the sky like some meteor, landing on the deck of the Helicarrier. I guess that it’s only natural to want to make a spectacular entrance. Fern thought, as she weaved her way through the crowds, watching as another figure sailed through the air, and a booming sound echoed through the air. An explosion.

The figure was familiar to her, and she sped up her pace. There was no point in showing off her own talents. It was better to just go through the necessary processes - no need to cause whoever was doing the administrative work more trouble tracking down who was leaving and who was entering. There was a reason they had guards on the docks. A normal entrance would suit her just fine.

The guard halted her and waved some scanners over her body, making no comments about the dozens of knives, two guns, and other weapons he had no doubt detected. She wasn’t even asked to reveal her name. The guard who had been using the scanners waved her through, and she entered the ship, following the directions the sailor had given her. The elevator took her up to the top floor - the deck. As she turned the corner in order to walk back out into the open, she quickly put the knives she had been playing with while the elevator was moving back into their sheaths. Walking out onto the deck with several knives in her hands wasn’t exactly respectful, although it was obvious that none of her other would-be teammates cared about that.

She glanced around at the people who had already gathered there. A young, fairly handsome man, presumably the one who had fallen out of the sky. A woman, who she had seen go through the gates moments before she had - at least there was someone else who was content with making a normal entrance. Another, blond guy, who had a Charizard next to him. He must have made his entrance while she was still in the elevator. Steven Stone, was easily recognisable. And, lastly, standing a good distance away from the group, a familiar girl dressed in witch’s robes. Her mind ticked through all of the characteristics - black hair. Red eyes with a manic glow. Pale skin. Short, skinny. There was no mistaking it.

Rhuna. The witch costume suited her well.

Fern stepped out onto the deck, her hair and overcoat flapping in the wind. She didn’t exactly run, but she made haste - it would be rude to keep them waiting. She slowed her pace slightly as she approached the others, resisting the urge to go straight to Rhuna and give her a hug. The witch’s hat cast a shadow over her face, making it difficult to see her facial expressions, so Fern had no way of knowing if she had recognised her or not. But catching up with her friend could wait - it had to wait. The job came first. It wouldn’t do to put her own personal desires above the current situation.

“My name is Fern.” she said, softly, glancing around at all of the other people gathered there once again, trying to commit their faces to memory. “I look forward to working with you all.”
 

Schade

Metallic Wonder
=-------------------~~-------------------=
Silas Denver
Ferry to Slateport City

The ferry ride from the Johto region was a rather enjoyable one. He had spared no expenses, and had gotten one of the finest rooms on one of the finest ferries available in Olivine City. The weather was nice, unfortunately, and both Silas and Souma was in a relaxed mode on deck as the ferry scuttled forward towards their destination in Slateport city, Hoenn. They had found their own dark little corner under a parasol, where Silas was reading a book about a Pokemon trainer, waiting for his Smeargle named Sketchie, to return from some sort of artistic "Finding yourself"-journey. That was the last time he'd let his mother pack him books for a travel.

Speaking of his mother and his reason for traveling. He put his book down and picekd up the letter from its purple envelope. "Welcome to the Ultimates Initiative", it read. He had accepted an invitation to join up with some sort of elite squad in order to do... something. The sketchy guy in the dark suit had been very persistent. It had taken 13 tries before Silas had accepted the invitation with a huge, demonstrating sigh. He really wanted to focus on his dancing and the upcoming preformance at the Ecruteak Dance theatre, but his mother had insisted. "With great power comes great responsibility!" she had said, although Silas suspected that was because she had binge-watched Spiderman on Billflix the day before. He knew very little about the initiative, but he figured there might be other superpowered people there, which was what made him want to go after all in the end.

Souma too, was skeptical to the whole superhero ordeal. "What if you get shot on the first day?", he had said. Nor very reassuring, but still. there were more questions than answers at this point, and he wouldn't know until he got there. Slateport city in the Hoenn region, eh? He had been there before, participating in a dance competition. Nice climate, if not a bit too sunny after his personal taste. The letter had instructed him to meet up with other recruited at the docks. That shouldn't be too hard. He was a little excited to find others like himself. It got lonely being the only one literally able to recreate the moveset of a Gengar without actually being a Pokemon. Maybe he'd get some answers about his own past? His mother was very secretive about the topic, and he always suspected she knew more than she let him in to...

His train of thought was then interrupted, first by a tired-looking young girl followed by a Lampent eerily muttering the word "Murder", and then by the captains voice on the speakers. "We have arrived in Slateport City in Hoenn. Please move to the exits in an orderly fashion. Thank you for sailing with us". souma let out a huge yawn. "Are we there yet? Splendid. Everything seems to be going according to schedule. Are you ready to depart, Silas?". Silas nodded in response and packed up his stuff. He'd normally talk back, but he had experienced that havign a conversation with a Pokemon made people think you were weird. Weirder than deathly pale, ominous yellow eyes and naturally purple hair would already make you.

~~~

Once he got off the ferry and was cramped into the masses of people at the docks, Silas and souma was pushed around, making it quite difficult to do anything. He then decided to go incorporeal, and instructed Souma to sit on his head for better view. that was better. Sure, people looked rather weirdly at him once he quite literally walked through them, but he didn't mind that now. The letter had described the vessel that would be greeting them. Was it another ship? There were many boats around, but none that matched the desc.... Oh. How did he miss that? The thing was huu-uuge, looked very Black-Ops and was most definitely not a normal cruiser. His attention was then shifted to something falling in the distance. Was that a person? It sure looked like it. The.. person landed on the vessel, somehow without ending up like scrambled eggs. That must have been another superpowered individual. Silas was excited now, and walked slightly faster towards the vessel.

The person didn't seem to be the only one making an entrance. Silas now watched as a minor explosion launched a... witch? towards the carrier. A person with a mega charizard also blasted off towards the carrier. "These people really didn't care about making a scene.." he said, spacing out while looking at the fireworks. He could almost feel the irony from Soumas silence. "Says the one literally walking through the crowds.". "Touchè", Souma said as he picked up his pace.

Walking towards the entrance tot he huge carrier, he was greeted by a guard who motioned to him to stop. he didn't say anything, and Silas obliged, still incorporeal. The guard looked at a list, probably with an image, then back to him. He then grunted and waved him through. Weird guy. Silas walked up the rink and saw a few people standing there. He recognized Steven Stone from television, but the others looked rather ordinary, if you didn't count the witch-outfit worn by the girl with the Spiritomb and the walking image of male beauty.

"Hello." Silas said. He didn't bother much with an awesome intro, but he knew well enough that first impressions were important. He bowed gracefully to Steven Stone, which Souma mimicking his gesture.
 

Monster Guy

Fairy type Trainer
Veronica Lance
Ferry to Slateport


The ferry ride was mostly quiet for Veronica. She didn't mind having the blowing in her face as she sat on deck reading her book. Waiting For Sketchie a dramatic novel about a trainer and his beloved Smeargle, written by her idol, Shauntal, of the Unova Elite Four.

She was hesitant about this whole situation. It's not everyday that people come to her parents home to ask her for something other than answers about the whole school burning incident. A man dressed in black asked her to join the Ultimates. The whole thing sounded like something she would read in a science fiction novel. She decided to join after giving it some thought, and figured she could probably put her abilities to better use than burning buildings to the ground, and making people uneasy.

Meanwhile, Celeste was having the time of her life on board the ferry. Talking to passengers, who immediately backed away from the ghostly chandelier, and seeing everything this vessel had to offer. "Veronica, look at all that blue stuff! What is it?" The Chandelure said to her trainer.

"It's called the ocean, Celeste..." Veronica said dully without lifting her eyes from the book. "It's just water, you've seen it before." She did give any attention to the other passengers giving her weird looks because she was having a conversation with her Pokemon. Plenty of trainers that couldn't understand Pokemon still talked to theirs all the time. Besides, people already thought she was strange already. It usually meant they left her alone and didn't ask her any questions, which was good.

"Wow! Has it always been this blue? It's so pretty!"

Veronica simply nodded, and kept on reading. From anybody else, Veronica would have found this type of enthusiasm annoying, but Veronica had gotten used to Celeste's antics by this point.

Just as Veronica was finishing the third chapter, the captain's voice came up over the speakers. "We have arrived in Slateport City in Hoenn. Please move to the exits in an orderly fashion. Thank you for sailing with us." With that, Veronica closed her book, gestured for Celeste to follow her, and made her way off the ferry.

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After getting off the ferry, Veronica had to navigate through the crowd of people leaving the docks. The noise was overwhelming, and she suddenly became aware of every single eye looking at the small young woman with lavender hair. She knew she could set this whole wharf ablaze if she wanted to, That would certainly quiet things down. What good what that accomplish? It would only make her bad reputation worse, and she'd probably be thrown into prison for it anyway. It was times like this, she wished she could become incorporeal, like a real ghost, but that was beyond her abilities at this point.

Veronica was releived when she finally made it through the crowd. She was then greeted by a large carrier that matched the description of the one the mysterious man told her to find. Did these people know nothing about being subtle? It wasn't helped by someone landing on the ship from the sky. As Veronica got closer, someone dressed even witchier than herself came in with an explosion, and another man flew in on a Mega Charizard. Veronica couldn't help rolling her eyes at the sight of it. Only two other women bothered to show up like a normal person, and not draw attention to themselves.

Walking towards the entrance to the carrier, she was greeted by a guard who motioned to her to stop. She stood quiet for a few moments until the guard let her through.

As soon as she arrived, a few of the people present caught her attention. There was Steven Stone, the Champion from Hoenn. She couldn't help thinking he looked rather handsome in person, but then immediately shook off the thought. This was not the time to be thinking such things. Then there was the red witchy girl who looked she stepped right out of a cartoon. She even went so far as to adopt a pointy hat. She looked ridiculous in Veronica's opinion, but she knew she wasn't in a position to judge someone else's clothing choices. The young woman had a stone with her that she immediately recognized as belonging to a Spiritomb, which Veronica was interested in, but she didn't linger on that for too long. Finally, there was a pale skinned man who looked a lot like herself. Lavender hair, yellow eyes, he even dressed in purple and black. Veronica wondered if he could be powered like herself? Was he related to her somehow? It can't be. Her parents never mentioned anything of any others like her. Then again, they never told her of her origins until she had burned her school down, and the police got involved.

Veronica shrugged it off, walked up to Steven, and did a small curtsy. "Veronica Lance." She introduced herself. Then, she stood in the corner, and continued reading the book where she left off back on the ferry.

Meanwhile, Celeste was fascinated by the lavender haired man, and floated right up to him. "Oh my Giratina! Hi! I'm Celeste! Who are you? You know, you look just like my friend over there!" She exclaimed, gesturing to Veronica. "Are you her brother or something? She never said anything about having a brother. Can you understand me like she does?" The Chandelure hovered around him for a bit, saying all of these things, then turned her attention to the purple bird the young man had with him. "Hello there little birdie! I've never seen anything like you back home! What are you?"

Veronica was aware of what her Pokemon was doing, but didn't bother stopping her. It wasn't like he could understand what Celeste was saying, right?
 
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TheCharredDragon

Tis the Hour to Reload
Zeta and Cecil York
Cyborg and Rescue
Dritfveil City -> Slateport City, SHIELD Hovercarrier


To say the least, Zeta and Cecil knew they would eventually attract interest from people who weren't tourists or just wanted to research her. After all, she was legally registered, if the birthdate likely inaccurate, and she did have a job. What was more, her job was a bit public seeing as they looked for and rescued people. There was no way people won't notice someone who was basically a cyborg. And yet, she was still surprised, and worried, to have a man in a crisp black suit while she was doing the groceries come up to her and ask if she was indeed Zeta York, Subject 06 of Team Plasma's experiments of mechanically upgrading organics and wife of Cecil York.

Her first reaction was to reel her fist back in preperation of punching him, but the man quickly raised his hands in surrender and said he would explain. Though Hervor wasn't exactly happy at the lack of a fight, she didn't look like she didn't believe the man so Zeta agreed. She was glad she did as he went on to explain what he wanted. They wanted her to join in on this Ultimates Intiative, along with others who were picked for it. It was essentially a task force made to prevent all those disasters with those villainous teams of the past few years. Of course she jumped--literally--at this chance, until she realized one thing and asked with a grave face,

"Can Cecil come along?"

To her surprise, he said yes and he was, in fact, was going to ask him the same. So, after a series of discussions, they had arranged to get to Slateport by ferry. To say the least, she was pumped. She couldn't wait for the battles she knew she was going to get into. Oh, she could imagine all the swings, the blasts, the adrenaline, the victory, and it was going to be real fantastic. Of course Cecil was somewhat apprehensive. He never was on for conflict but, while holding his hand in assurance, told him it will be fine. This way, they can help people in something not everyone can do. Zeta smiled when he did, glad that did the trick.

The trip itself was uneventful, save for one of many...tiny misunderstandings between Hervor, her Bisharp, and strangers. So the port of Slateport (she found that amusing and clever) was a welcome, though it didn't take long--only a day or so--to get there. It didn't take much time either to find their destination. It would be really hard to miss a giant, military grade ship by a port, after all. Zeta smile got a whole lot bigger. If adventure had a scent, she could just smell it right now. She felt her husband roll his eyes, whether it was because of her behavior, the ship, or both, was hard to tell. She guessed it was probably both.

"They really know how to show off," he said as they made their way through the vessel.

A quick check with security--seeing as she was easy to distinguish when she's not trying to hide--and they eventually reached where apparently everyone was gathering several feet in front of her and Cecil. If it was even possible, Zeta's smile got even bigger, and more "toothy". She could see the Steven Stone right in the center of attention. She may not be sure if he's still the Hoenn region's Champion, but that did little to dent her excitement, which grew as she observed the others. There was a man that looked quite strong, and statue like. There was a girl wearing a witch's costume. The last three didn't seem too out of the ordinary, until she noted how two of their appearances weren't completely normal, particularly this girl who had a Chandelure. After the girl introduced herself, Zeta's smile turned mischievous and she jumped.

She landed right beside the girl with a bow. "Steven Stone in the flesh," she said before standing straight. "Nice to meet you. In case you don't know, the name's Zeta; Zeta York. Now when's our first mission?"

After years with her husband, she knew he was rolling his eyes as walked up to her side. But she knew he would also have a small smile of amusement.

When he reached her, he said, "I apologize for her enthusiasm. She's always like this at the chance of a battle." He did a smaller bow out of habit. "I'm her husband, Cecil. Like my wife, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zeta just chuckled at his behavior and leaned a little bit against him subconsciously. He in turn did the same. All the while, Hervor was eyeing everyone, analyzing them, particularly the Pokémon, with a critical eye.
 
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