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"Nice to meet you," Blair said casually. "We're just working on some moves in case that kidnapper shows up again. Maybe we can paralyze them before they can teleport. Got a TM for Thunder Wave for Grumpig. Not sure what will work at this point." "Don't suppose you've heard anything about the...

A hit. Alakazam tensed, quickly evaluating. Effective, maybe, but not as much as he had hoped. Strong too - he'd put effort into that strike but they'd tanked it, and were still standing strong. Noro scanned the field, eyes narrowed and heart thrumming as Odette called an attack. Bitter...

"No its fine. I deserved as much, I suppose. I can't blame you for wanting answers, I hardly deserve an apology." She sipped idly at the drink, as if trying to distract herself. At his next question, she seemed to consider her words. She cast a side-eyed glance at her Roserade, as if for...

"I'll ask him to come by!" The waiter said cheerfully. He turned and strode purposefully away, vanishing briefly through the kitchen doors. A minute passed. The doors swung open again, and a Flygon emerged, wearing a chef's hat and apron. Despite the spring in his movements, his scales looked...

Blair turned towards May, seemed to evaluate her for a moment, and nodded carefully. "Yes. Name is Blair, yours?" she held out her hand to shake. Hatterene seemed to be studying Spirit and May both, while Grumpig hadn't taken his eyes off her necklace. After a moment, Hatterene dipped her head...

"Oh, I'm sorry I can't say I'm sure," the waiter said with a chuckle. "A few trainers now have asked around about them, but I'm afraid they can be very cautious. Or at least, I've never seen them. But you might ask the head chef? They know a lot of dragon types. Shall I get them for you?"...

Blair kept walking until she reached the far side of the lake, which was quieter. Grumpig and Hatterene followed behind her, periodically glancing around. She stopped in a small empty space and trned to her pokemon. "Alright, let's keep practicing, okay?" Grumpig puffed out his chest and nodded...

"Noro. Alakazam," Noro said simply, gesturing to Alakzam, who nodded in acknowledgement. "A pleasure, I hope," said Alakazam. His gaze shifted briefly to mild surprise as she gestured to the like...hairball bat-thing. In any other circumstance, he might have written her off as one of those...

Irene had mostly been staring at her drink for the better part of the last half hour, barely sipping it. Roserade was picking at her own food, but seemed more concerned, or perhaps miffed with her trainer's mood. As Steven approached, Ampaharos perked up and let out a warning pulse of light but...

Noro watched her, somewhat puzzled by her actions. What was that thing? No matter, he supposed. Off season, huh? So she was at least somewhat knowledgeable of battle then. At her next question, however, he gave her a baffled look. Noro narrowed his eyes. "A ploy, Noro. They seek information,"...

Xavian considered the question for a moment. "I'm afraid its a bit more complicated to find them than a list. I invited them, but they still operate by their own rules. But I can give you a list of the ones you can see! Clink tells me that they like to appear before trainers with a compassionate...

"Either keep quiet or get out. You had your chance," Noro said coolly to Jack and Zack, before turning back to Odette. So this girl thought she was- "Noro." Alakazam's mental chide cut through Noro's bad mood. Noro paused and evaluated the woman a little closer. Her demeanor wasn't like some...

Noro and Alakazam worked their way past the other training rooms, a few who had anxious or determined trainers pracitcing, probably anticipating the next attack. Trying to prepare. He passed all the rooms, hoping to avoid any trainers. He'd already had a few practice battles, but he found...

The brightly lit shelves were stocked to the brim with perfectly organized shelves of TMs. At first glance, everything appears meticulously kept and undisturbed. Whoever was in charge of stocking certainly did an impeccable job. Yet despite Wallace's sleepy brain, or perhaps thanks to it, they...

"There wouldn't be anything there now," Alakazam replied simply. "It has been days since that boy and his Xatu vanished. And you may have all the second guesses you want. I have no need to justify myself to you." And with that, Alakazam turned and levitated away to follow Noro to Officer...

"No. I have no idea why they're doing this, obviously. But they must need both pokemon and trainers for something, otherwise they would not take both." Alakazam's mental voice sounded impatient. "And I don't believe that where we're from means anything." Nosepass rumbled sadly and shook his...

"I tried to sense the kidnapper," Nosepass declared confidently, an angry edge in his tone - though it was clearly self-directed. The Flash dirupted my senses but I know I sensed another pokemon. Not Mightyena or the trainer. So I tried to block them but..." Nosepass rumbled in thought. "Hayes...

"Then don't think its me," Alakazam replied flatly. "The obvious answer is that someone is framing psychics, or they are creating a cover. A common battle tactic of a professional would be to misdirect your opponent, or disguise your intent. This is no different, just that the battlefield is of...

"I was so sure Steven," he said ruefully. "It should have worked..." Perhaps laters he'd research the move again more. There had to be a reason the kidnapper managed to escape. He'd figure it out. No matter what. His eyes widened slightly at Steven's next words, as if remembering. He nodded...

Honzo directed his attention to Zack. "Do you have an actual question for me?" he asked plainly, his telepathic voice carrying a note of dismissivness.