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Outside Medanda Town; 2nd of Monweek, 14 PC "The swamp better have something cool in it," Irwin the Feraligatr grumbled. "I like water as much as the next guy, but mud and bugs and Grass-types everywhere? No, thank you." His trainer, Lyra, patted his arm affectionately. "That's why you learned Ice Fang, remember? We're gonna be fine as long as we have each other's backs." Irwin grinned, showing off all his teeth. "Hey, check out that kid next to the tree over there. Do we know him?" Sure enough, a tall young man in an orange shirt was waving at her a short distance off. "No idea, let's see what he has to say," said Lyra. Once she and Ir

Trainer Character Name: Lyra Goldberg Gender: female Age: 25 Height: 5'6" Faction: Independents Town: Altumello Physical Description: A little more muscular than your average girl, brown hair and eyes, tanned skin. Usually wears her favorite white hat and red ribbon, a T-shirt with a silly pun, a homemade short yellow peasant skirt with a picture of Raikou on the front, basic white socks, and silver Merrells. She also wears a blue flower charm on a fake-leather cord around her right wrist; a gift from her best friend back on Earth, Ethan. Personality: Lyra is confident, adventurous, serious-minded, and never does anything halfway. When she

September XX, Galida Stadium. The arena has gone completely insane. Everyone yells attacks at the same time as everyone else, and their Pokémon attack Dialga in groups of four or five at a time. The chaos makes it hard for Judy to see clearly, but she knows all three of hers are alive and kicking. She wonders, briefly, how Vikram's holding up. He talked me through Walter's death. He deserves to live. A tremendously loud grinding noise, and suddenly they're in the middle of a desert. She punches the air slightly; Anna squeaks in happiness and dodges a Flamethrower. Gregory, however, lets out a cry of pain and tries to go for the nearest

July XX, day. Galida Stadium. This change just about tops them, Judy thinks. She's standing on a floating platform the length of a car over at least twelve feet of water. There are others floating across the surface, presumably for non-Water types to duke it out on. She straightens the collar on her blouse and does some quick shoulder stretches. Her opponent, looking very punk-rock in a black tank top and fang-patterned scarf, seems just as uncomfortable, looking around the room constantly. "Judy Richards vs. Azelfra Morsereg. Begin!" The girl with the scarf looks annoyed; perhaps the announcer mispronounced her name. (Judy can't blame him

June XX, afternoon. Same place. Not for the first time, Judy is grateful that her boots are both stylish and comfortable. She knows full-well they don't expect her to walk around the arena, but after learning of her rescheduled fight literally in that morning's newsletter, taking chances became an even poorer option than it already was Across the (currently mountainous) arena, her sharp-dressed opponent smiles pleasantly. "Congratulations on getting to round three, Miss..." "Judy. Judy Richards." And there's her stage fright coming on again. "Nice to meet you, sir. I hope the battle goes well for us." "Call me Kenton, please." He literall

NOCT2 Round 2: VS Louise Chamomile May XX, afternoon. Galida Stadium. The stadium is freezing. Literally; instead of dirt or rock, Judy’s standing on solid ice, and there are two enormous icebergs in the corners behind her. She’s beginning to regret not packing a coat of some variety. I hope my Pokémon will be alright, she thinks. They’re not used to the cold any more than I am. Her opponent across the field, despite the lime-green coat, looks only slightly more comfortable. “Cold enough for you?” the redhead says teasingly. “And half of Hoenn, probably,” Judy answers. “You think the aren

March XX, day. Galida Stadium "lobby". It's been...roughly one month since the bus disaster, Judy thinks. Being in an alternate (branching?) timeline apparently means your sense of time gets fuzzy. She's been able to start processing what happened--it isn't every day you sort-of-die and then get saved by a legendary you didn't know existed, after all--but she still gets a funny knot in her stomach when she thinks about it. Especially the "battle to the death" part. "Blu, blu," Katherine chirps from atop her head. "Doing all right, sweetie?" she asks. Katherine doesn't say anything, but Judy feels fluffy wings press down a little harder on

Chapter Eighteen: May All Your Rambling Bring You Joy May 1, day. Pokémon Center basement.“There we go, all healed up,” I smiled. PCs on a regional storage network have an unusual property—storing a Pokémon through them restores the little guy/gal to full health and PP. Since I’d forgotten to heal yesterday, doing this seemed perfectly logical. “Ready to go for a bike ride, Jennifer?” She licked her arm and thought about it for all of five seconds. “As long as you’re not gonna make me race you or something, sure, let’s roll.” Cycling Road turned out to be very productive

Judy Richards, 14, girl, Oldale Town Judy has tan skin, hazel eyes, and dyed-black hair (natural color dirty blonde) that she keeps in a Kalos (French) braid. She looks a little chubby for her height, but it's OK cause she's an endomorph. She's usually wearing a gold blouse, a blue-gray skirt over black bike shorts, and remarkably clean brown ankle boots. Judy is fairly concerned with how others perceive her, and so works to look/dress her best every day. Given that she spends most of every day outside training, this effort has had uneven results. (She particularly loathed Jagged Pass and Route 113.) Furthermore, she believes that battles s

Time: December 21, 2014 Place: Hearthome City (a hop, skip, and jump over the fourth wall) Allison's current team: Charlie (Infernape, level 43), Logan (Quagsire, level 43), Eve (Sneasel, level 43), Tobias (Staraptor, level 43), Mufasa (Luxray, level 43), Titan (Palkia, level 47) "Did you enjoy watching the contests, Charlie?" I asked, leaving the Contest Hall. He stretched his right shoulder idly. "Kind of, yeah. I still don't know why they're a thing, but you looked pretty nice up there. You know, for a human." "Gee, thanks," I said mock-sarcastically. "I guess with those standards of beauty, Jeremy really is the cutest of them all." "D