Accepted by Joshy

Character Name: Catori Onatah
Legendary wanted: Latias. <3
RP Sample: [from a digimon site]
Yue kept the same polite smile as Patrica spoke to her, all the time wondering to herself how this girl could find it so amazingly easy to speak to someone she'd only just met. And Yue found herself wishing she could do the same once in a while, too.
Well. This seemed like a good place to start trying, right? "I lived in New York for a little while." she smiled. "And, uh... England, Spain, France... and New Zealand, too, briefly." she added, counting off the places on her fingers as she spoke, without realising what she was doing. Smiling uneasily and laughing a little, she continued, "We moved around a lot because of my parent's work." That seemed, to her, a good enough explanation for all the places she'd been.

As Raramon spoke to them, Yue's eyes turned to the small, plant-like Digimon, and so did Lunamon's. Perhaps surprisingly, it was the former who answered Raramon's question to them both.
"It's been about a year for us." she stated slowly, thinking about it carefully and nodding. "Right, Luna?" Yue asked her partner. 'Luna' was what Yue often referred to her Digimon as, even when she was at a different level. It was just easier that way, and Lunamon seemed perfectly fine with it.

Right now, however, she was slightly shocked. Yue was actually making decent conversation with this girl, even though Patricia was the one asking questions. It was still a step in the right direction for the usually anti-social human. The rabbit Digimon smiled, a hint of pride in the expression as she glanced up to Yue and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds right." Lunamon answered, realising how quickly a year could pass by. Even if it had sent your life spiralling in a whole new direction.

Yue had started to fidget a little, feeling uncomfortable. So much for making an effort to be more confident. she thought to herself, letting out a small sigh. Clearly, she just wasn't cut out for this. What people said about old dogs not learning new tricks was apparently true, at least in her case.

Lunamon was picking up on the girl's feelings. "Sorry, Yue's not great with meeting people and the like." she explained to Raramon and Patricia with a small smile, placing a reassuring hand on Yue and smiling like she was the most innocent thing in the Digital World.

Yue blinked, and turned to look at her friend, eyes narrowed. "Lunamon..." she hissed. Well. That was ever-so-slightly embarassing. Right now, Yue felt like she ought to dig herself a nice, large hole. Although, she kind of guessed that the other two had already picked up on what Lunamon had brought up. It was just the fact that Luna had actually said it that made her cheeks flush the same red as the ribbon in her hair.

Character Name: Reese Black
Legendary wanted: Mewtwo
RP Sample: (from another site)

Picking himself off the ground, Atticus did his best to shake off the sludge. It didn't work so well. Once luxurious tawny coat was now completely covered in a thin film of grease. Eevee was in a rage - eyes burning like embers, he tried to catch Golbat off guard with a surprise Return.

"Air Slash." A crisp voice called from behind Syl. Figure cloaked in shadows, it was hard to make out a face.

Winds traveling at the speed of sound rushed passed Syl and Atticus. One of them cut so close it tore the sleeve off of his coat, slicing it cleanly in half.

Golbat never stood a chance. It tried to avoid the attack, but at such a low level it was nearly impossible. With a strangled cry, it was KO'd instantly.

Alighting on the ground beside Atticus, a powerful Shiny Charizard roared, eyes proud and vengeful.

"Trainer." Naru tapped Syl on the shoulder, "I assume you're not with Team Plasma, which is why the grunt attacked you. You should really be more careful."

Her Charizard, Kyu, roared in agreement.

"I didn't want your help," Syl snapped, whirling around to face the Gym Leader. "Who the hell are you, anyway. Why are you even here?"

In a rage, he recalled Atticus. Golden eyes scanned the girl from head to toe quickly, taking in her features. Red hair. Slutty dress. Ugly shoes. God, she was like the transvestite version of him. "I would have handled that situation just fine. And as for your question, no, I'm not with Team Plasma. But I'm no part of The Resistance, either. The Resistance preaches good and peace and harmony, but it's unrealistic. What good can come of the constant fighting?" He snarled, withdrawing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

It was the only thing that could have calmed him down.

Naru frowned, permanent wrinkles etched into delicate features by scum bags just like Syl. "We're trying to free Anrui from Team Plasma's control!" It was a struggle to keep her voice steady when Syl was so nonchalantly deeming her life's work useless. "It's people like you, people without a cause, that are ruining this country. The Resistance needs all the members it can get. You don't look like a weak trainer, so pick a side already!" Her shrill voice echoed off the cavern walls.

Kyu's nostrils flared, smoke spirals mixing with the noxious cigarette.

"You want to come a little closer and say that, little lady?" Syl did his best to sound menacing, but it ended up sounding like a sexual advance. Taking the cigarette between his lips, he reached into the black and red bag resting at his hip and withdrew a pokeball. "Jin may not have evolved, but I'm sure he can take you on."

He tossed it, and in a flash the Shadow Charmeleon faced his Shiny future. He stared down Kyu with hatred in his eyes.

"Let's not waste time, Smokescreen and Thunderpunch, go go go!" Red head ordered, taking a drag of his cigarette. Ahhh, soothing.

Jin did as he was told. In a split second the cavern was filled with obscuring smoke, so thick that not even Syl could see what was happening. He heard a crack, and assumed Jin's Thunderpunch had hit it's intended target.

She scoffed. "The smoke of a glorified campfire and a little fist? I was wrong, you're pathetic. Hit me again, if you want. Hit me with everything you've got. Kyu and I will wait."

One arm was folded across her body, grasping the wrist of the other arm. Her face had gone from angry to bored in 0.5 seconds.

Her words meant nothing to him. Syl was familiar with empty taunts, and brushed them off. "Thunderpunch! Outrage! Go!"

Jin paused. He wasn't sure which attack to use, so he flipped a coin in his head. Outrage it was. Nostrils flared, smoke finally starting to clear, he caught sight of the great Shining Charizard and rushed for him.

Kyu stood firm as Jin raked his sharp claws across his belly. Black Charizard hardly batted an eyelash, and only yawned instead of crying out in pain.

"Kyu, show them the real power of the Charmander family. Shadow Claw" Naru hissed. Her eyes locked on Syl, trying to get a read on the man. He appeared not to be motivated by Team Plasma, but he wasn't interested in taking them down, either. One thing was for sure, she knew it wouldn't be the last time they crossed paths.

Lifting into the air, Kyu flapped his mighty wings. As he moved through the light, his scales shimmered a slight violet, with traces of teal and even red. It was a sight to behold. He circled Jin, letting out a snicker as he noticed the Charmeleon was too short to reach him.

All at once, he swooped, claws infused with the power of dead ancestors. Shadow Claw was a terrifying move to learn, and devastated Jin.

Jin never stood a chance. He flew backwards, bleeding from the chest. Large claw marks criss-crossed his chest and belly, blood seeping from the wounds at an alarming rate.

Syl said nothing. Recalling the Charmeleon, he turned his attention to Naru. "Are you happy now? You humiliated me in front of my Eevee and that pathetic grunt, and now Jin is critically injured..."

There was no pokemon center to retreat to with his tail between his legs, so Syl would have to make due with the revive he had found on the ground in Hyo City. Gaze shifted to the bag at his hip, wondering if Jin would be okay to fight again soon.

"And another thi-" Syl blinked. Naru was gone. How the hell had she vanished so quickly? "Damn. She's gooooood."

<sup>Character name;
Courtney Hoover.

Legendary wanted;
Shiny Shaymin.

RP Sample;</sup>

<sup>She was weak.

Courtney had been wandering for quite a bit now; she guessed that pokemon didn't really come out this late at night. Well, really, she didn't blame them. She wouldn't waste her precious sleeping hours unless it was something extremely important, and this obviously was. She was weak; her body had been weakened by the lack of food, and she felt tired and groggy all the time. Her arm was healing up, but it kept getting infected. She wondered when the effect of Amity's memory would finally leave her; they had all gotten over it. The four of them had a good relationship again; Liz, Regan, Kelsey, and her. Hell, Regan and her were even in love. That had to count for something, right?

Smiling as the warm, tingly feelings errupted in her heart, making her want to scream in excitement, she soon shook these away with a small grin on her face, and a chuckle. The curious 'vee' that soon entered her ears was a reminder that she still actually had Mozart out, and the little shiny Eevee was happily walking next to her, yet still somewhat alert. It was hard to be alert when you were tired out of your mind. Courtney smiled, and scooped the Eevee up; the night was chilly, like winter, and Mozart's warm fleshand fur against her skin felt great. The Eevee snuggled in close, giving a small yawn, with a whimper in between it. "Hey, now. Don't get too sleepy on me. We need to buff you up." She placed the Eevee on her head, the little pokemon's favorite spot, and continued to gently walk through the tall grass that belonged to Millenia Plains.

The night was cold, however, the silence was very comforting. The whole scene around the two was dark; the trees casted shadows darker than midnight itself, and even then, the night sky blanketed the earth, causing an eerie darkness over the plains. Courtney was freezing, just like the night where Regan and her had danced together on the S.S. Kaito. Well... maybe not as cold as that night had been, but it was still enough to make the girl daydream she was in a nice, warm bed, with layered covers next to a fireplace, and-

Chittachittasssshhhh....

W-what was that?! Courtney's eyes widened, as her heart began to pound in her chest in fear. Could it be Kona? No... no. He had already failed at getting Kelsey. There was no way he was coming back, and if he did, Courtney would rip him to shreds this time. She was sure of it. However, she still held fear, and remained still, like a bunny rabbit. Still. Paralyzed with fear. And most impotantly, unnoticiable. Then, as another rustle came out, she was bunny rabbit Courtney again, racing through the plains as fast as her long legs could possibly carry her. Mozart squealed and grasped her trainer's head as tightly as she could. The girl reaached up to grab her little Eevee, but soon enough, she tripped, losing her balance since her arms were above her head while she had been rnning so hard.

Down came Courtney, Eevee and all.

Mozart hit the ground first; she bounced a bit, before landing on her side. Courtney landed on her palms, but luckily, they didn't burn like they did if she had landed on concrete. Instantly flinging out an arm and grasping Mozart carefully, she pulled the pokemon close to her chest and waited, breathing heavily.

Maybe leaving the group at night to train and returning by morning wasn't such a good idea...

Word Count; 619.</sup>

<So there I was. Surrounded by this thick, black smoke that just, like, completely consumed the area. And then there was that trainer's fat Pokemon rushing towards me. And I mean, I was exhausted, right? But I stood firm.>
Emyr's vivid blue eyes were wide, even for an Aron, as Ria continued on with her epic tale. He assumed it had been about a Snorlax, and that was unbelievably impressive to the little steel type. It had actually been a Munchlax battling the Magby, but the live coal had purposely left that little detail out. Munchlax... Snorlax... Not too big of a difference, right?, she rationalized, though it wasn't hard for her to get rid of that feeling of guilt. Guilt meant very little to her.

<So, anyway. I sent out this Ember attack. And he just kept on flying right at me, with that Tackle attack. I mean, I'm in shape, you know - I'm thin. Trim. And this brute was anything but. I mean, I could have been swallowed whole by his stomach and, like, suffocated right there!>

Ria stopped for dramatic effect. The Aron nodded with rapt attention, practically begging Ria to go on with her tale of valor. Finally, the live coal "caved" and continued.

<But I stayed where I was.>

<Wow-ow. How were you that brave, Ria?>

<I had to protect my trainer.>
Ria said solemnly, nodding her head and closing her eyes to emphasize her point. The little Aron stared at the Magby like she was God's gift to Mysste. The two Pokemon had been sent off for berry picking, because Ally wanted to try cooking for once - namely, a pie. (Ally was actually a pretty good cook. She'd taken Home Ec classes in high school, simply because they never required any class speeches.) But so far, they hadn't gotten much done. They were too busy discussing Ria's fight for her life.

Ria started idly picking Oran berries from a bush, pretending to not notice that Emyr was basically worshiping her at this point. She placed them in the wooden bucket Ally had given her in such a way that they wouldn't need to find too many of them. She had better things to do with her time than pick berries. Like become a legend in the mind of a gullible Aron. Just for example.

Wow... So that's what a selfless Pokemon looks like... Wow!, Emyr thought. He sighed in adoration as the Magby quickly filled her bucket to the brim. Emyr's bucket lay beside her, completely forgotten. She was amazing. His heart was fluttering; it was an odd sensation. One he'd never experience before. His mother had once said that he'd feel for it another Lairon, or perhaps Aggron, "when the time was right." Well, Ria was certainly not a Lairon or Aggron. She wasn't even a steel type. But there was that feeling.

<I see y-you...>
That happy feeling was forgotten when he heard a haunting noise emanating from somewhere in the forest. He couldn't quite make it out, but it had sounded like a voice. N-no, you're just being silly, Emyr, he comforted himself. Ria's stronger than anything in this forest, Emyr seemed disinclined to admit that he was fairly strong himself; he much preferred idolizing the Magby. Regardless, the forest suddenly seemed a lot more foreboding. The Aron wanted to get out, but they still had an empty bucket to fill.

Emyr heard the noise again, and shivered. Ria hadn't heard either of them and interpreted the shiver as the Aron being cold. She let out a small Ember attack right over Emyr's head, hoping to warm the one teammate she could actually stand being around. Pele wasn't that bad, but Pele was also a water type. Ergh. And after that battle with the Munchlax, in which Pele had used a Hail attack, her opinion of the bivalve had been dropped significantly. Sure, ice wasn't all that effective against her, but it was the principle of the thing.


<Boo!>
Emyr jumped in the air when a ghost materialized right in front of him. He knocked over his empty basket and ran behind Ria, who rolled her eyes. The Aron was a good listener, but a crappy teammate. Then again, no one would ever make the perfect teammate - at least not to that Magby. (Maybe she was being a bit picky, but who cared?) Ria sighed and dropped her bucket of Oran berries. She flexed her tiny arms, took in a deep breath, and prepared for a very long, very hard fight. No difference in level would make up for battling your first gho--

What in the world is that ghost doing? Apparently her battle stance had been wasted. The Gastly held no interest in battling - or at least, she didn't appear to. Instead, she had popped over just above the basket of Oran berries. She grabbed one between her sharp teeth and then disintegrated. Based on the little blue berry that now appeared to be hovering midair, though, the Gastly had not disappeared.

<Cruel - I mean, cool - trick, yes?>
The Gastly asked this question before reappearing. (Apparently ghosts did not require solid vocal chords to communicate.) Ria shrugged. It was fairly cool seeing it, but, like a lot of things, lost its "shine" once its creator revealed that they had wanted it to be cool. Emyr nodded before the question was fully out of the ghost's mouth. Based on his quivering lip, though, it was less out of actual enthusiasm for the trick and more out of fear. Fear, and his desire to not be eaten alive, or something to that effect.

<I'll be blunt. I need a trainer. My old trainer abandoned me. This is a cool place, but woods are full of stupid Pokemon. Pokemon unappreciative of my creativity and so ignorant of fashion and--

<Fashion sense? Oh dear goodness. I don't know if I can handle another vain Pokemon. That stupid duo - Pachirisu and Ledian - are pretty much all I can handle.>

<If I fill these buckets, can I meet your trainer? That is what you have to do, yes?>
Ria blinked, causing the Gastly to chortle - which was quite an odd sound, coming from an entirely gaseous being. She did love it when people were completely unaware they were being followed. But finally, Ria shrugged. Gastly smiled widely, revealing that the gums that were hidden by its lips were coated in rows of sharp teeth. They were eerily similar to a Carvanha's, causing Emyr's eyes to widen even farther. Ria's eyes just sparkled when she saw them - finally, a tough teammate!

Within a few minutes, the Gastly had filled the buckets entirely. Thanks to having a virtually endless supply of space in her "mouth," it wasn't hard. They returned to the camp Ally had set up, one bucket in Ria's hand, the other in the wild Gastly's mouth. Ally was busy making s'mores; she had given up on the berry pie. The chocolate was melted and the graham crackers were kind of stale from having been sitting in her backpack for so long, but they were good, nonetheless. She looked at Ria in confusion who shrugged and nodded her head. (Ally had never had a silent conversation before, but she kind of liked it.)

She decided not to question the Gastly. Ria was her starter Pokemon, after all. If she couldn't trust her Magby, who could she trust? So she took the basket out of the Gastly's mouth and offered him a s'more, burnt marshmallow and all. He grinned again, though this time, the rows upon rows of extra teeth did not appear. Perhaps those had only been an illusion. Who knew?