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Bus Stop, Fight Area – Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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Draven looked at Nate with some confusion. He noticed him returning his strange Zorua (he's only seen the black and red kinds, so seeing a Zorua white and fluffy had him wondering if it was a new variant or if it was just using its Illusion to look different). Studying Nate's face, he noticed clear signs of exhaustion.

Did something happen to his Zorua?

He hesitantly reached over to pat him on the shoulder. "Hey, Nate. You okay?" He looked at the bus that arrived, then back at Nate. "Let's get you sitting down. You're not looking too good." Concern filled his words. Their third teammate wasn't already looking too well, but he wondered if it was the Synchro Bond with his Zorua. Whenever his Hoothoot got angry and wanted to fight, he found his own Fortitude dwindle.

If Nate needed it, Draven will help him into the bus. Otherwise, he'll leave him alone if he wanted distance.

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9:33 a.m. – July 1st
 
Fight Area – Battle Zone





The feeling of eyes on her wasn't exactly new as she preformed her push-ups. The intent was something she couldn't place though. They were in a public place so she didn't worry about it too much. The shift when the bus arrived however, was felt immediately. The intent of frustration, rage, and malice was pouring into the area like a broken fire hydrant.

She pushed herself up into a balled position from her push-up position. Her eyes locked on the Zorua's eruption of violent emotions and clicked her tongue. That wasnt a good sign. Odds are those emotions could bleed into Nate. It could have been triggered by the unknown intent she felt earlier.

"Emotional Outburst, it's a dangerous if not a useful tool once controlled." She turned her gaze to Nate and observed his reactions to his partners emotions. He seemed unaffected for the moment it could be adrenaline or shock keeping him in line from the emotional flux that comes with the Synchro Bond. It's a two way street, it's either that or he holds the same emotions and is better at containing and controlling himself.

The benefit of keeping Nate around has just gone up. She might be able to help him control that considerably if her own experimentation with the Synchro Bond proves to be a success.

She stood up and put a steadying hand on Nate's shoulder in preparation of possible backlash regardless of her presumptions. "Please tell us if you feel anything different. If I'm guessing correctly that was the first real Emotional Outburst you've experienced. They have a chance to really shake you up."



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9:34 a.m. – July 1st
 
Bus Stop, Fight Area > Route 228, Battle zone



Nate wore a mask of feigned weakness and exhaustion; it wasn’t too far from the real thing since the sudden drain on his fortitude had taken him by surprise. He wasn’t sure what to think of these two oddballs. They were hostile and snappy one minute and then concerned ‘friends’ in the next minute; they purported to want to share information so the team could work together and then brazenly claimed the opposite and labeled fellow teammates as future competitors. Were the sick in the head or just plain two-faced?

Whatever the case, the bus had arrived, and Nate didn’t plan to backout. These two might not be trustworthy, but they’d do for now. Zera at least seemed to know a thing or two about Pokémon and how to train them, so he wouldn’t mind picking up a few tips and tricks.

After waving off his teammates’ concerns with a smile, Nate pulled out his notepad, his eyes falling on the information he’d written down about Hisuian Zorua.

The spiteful fox Pokémon…its ghostly fur allowed it to project its malice and resentment as illusions… had the trigger been his own ill-intent or…

Nate gazed down at Jue-Jue’s Pokéball. What had her life been before she had died: before she had been smuggled to Orre?

The answers to those questions could prove…concerning, but Nate shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind. His time was better spent resting and restoring what fortitude he could. They were headed into the wild and he’d need all the strength he could muster.


The first bus-ride was just over an hour, and the second bus-ride was half as long. At some point during their second ride Jue-Jue had awakened—Nate felt the stirring of her consciousness through their bond. The ghost-fox was oddly quiet, perhaps coming to terms with whatever had been awakened within her.

After nearly two hours, the group arrived on route 228. Nate held an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sandstorm-winds that raked the rocky route. Forget finding a Trapinch, with conditions like these Nate could barely find his own arms! Of course, whether or not they found a Trapinch didn’t really have any impact on him. Draven was the one who needed to worry about that.

“I don’t suppose either of you has a plan?”

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9:33 a.m. > 11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 
Bus Stop, Fight Area > Route 228, Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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Emotional Outburst?

Draven could only wonder what that was, and Zera's own thoughts on the matter didn't help Draven discover what it could do. He'll just have to ask later.

Watching Nate though, he could tell that the guy was at least wary, even if he was trying to seem like he wasn't. Draven caught sight of the notepad and glanced at it, walking past him to take a quick read.

Hisuian Zorua... Ghostly fur...

Something told him it wasn't a mutated Dark-Type Unovan Zorua.

Either way, a glance was all he needed to understand that Nate was dealing with an enigma of a Pokemon that most people didn't fully understand yet.

Draven simply walked into the bus, presented his ticket Zera bought for him, and chose the back seats. Sighing, he was playing on his Rotom Phone, getting used to what its services were and potential security benefits it gave him. He also played with the bond on his Hoothoot, letting her experience what he was briefly, even though it was a bit tiring to do so. After an hour, he decided to let it rest and get a nap in before they made it.

When they did make it, his eyes shot open when the bus stopped and he walked out of the bus to be greeted with... sandstorm winds...

Great.

"I have something for this but I don't have everything for it. It'll just have to work." This was where his training came in with his father. His father had used his Swanna on the beach to kick up some sand for desert survival training. It wasn't a lot, but during the summer? Man, did that suck.

"Moisten a scarf or shirt and wrap it around your head. Your noses will get dry and it might not fully protect our eyes, but it'll be enough." He quickly pulled out a scarf he used for winter. "The style is called a shemagh. Normally, you'd have a really big square cloth for this, but a damp scarf would have to do." He poured a bit of the water from his canteen, then shook his scarf. "Just wrap it around your face." He went through the motions slow enough for the others to follow along. He pulled the scarf taut against the upper portion of the back of his head to make the top part of the visor, pulling one side under his chin and over the other side, and then pulling the other side over his face. It created a snug face mask over his mouth and nose and he quickly tied it behind his head, making a knot. Adjusting it, the makeshift shemagh would help at least keep some of the sand from his eyes. "There. I think I have a few extra clothes in here too that could help, but if you have a large bandanna that can wrap around your head or goggles - or maybe even simple reading glasses, that works too. Hell, I could probably cut up some tights I have and use that to help shield our eyes while also allowing us to see."

Did... he just... Fuck, he was probably going to be given weird looks. But he just ignored it, trying to keep down the embarrassed flush that dared to redden his cheeks.

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9:33 a.m. > 11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 
Fight Area – Battle Zone > Route 228, Battle Zone





On the bus Zera was quiet and dug around inside her bag for a bit. The place they were going was loaded with sand and it was going to get everywhere. So she took a tally on her clothing. While it wasn't exactly what she needed the blizzard gear she had might be useful, especially the eye wear. Even if it would be far more bulky than a pair of Go-Go Goggles. She didn't have the right to complain and they'd work even if not perfectly.

She took in Nate and Draven's actions on the bus and took very little from her observation. She approved of Draven's decision to get a light nap. It seemed like Nate was resting so she didn't engage in any conversation for the sake that he may still be in a shaky state due to the Outburst.

She'd have to write down what she knows about those and give it to the two of them. So she did just that, since she had time during the ride she'd give it to them when she got an opportunity.

'From what we know of pokemon, like us they are emotional creatures. Explosive emotions have effects on the psyche of pokemon and people depending on stress and trauma. These interactions greatly effect not only the Pokémon but the trainer as well due to the Synchro Bond. These intensities can and likely will have a grand effect.

This is especially true when pokemon are young. They have yet to adapt to the bond effecting their own way of thinking. Our emotions effect our partners and vice versa. So when one feels overwhelming rage, anger, resentment, passion, or even the desire to protect if this feeling is strong enough it can overwhelm your partner or your partner can overwhelm you. The overflow of emotion due to the lack of preparation causes something akin to a feedback loop. The unrestricted emotion builds and causes an explosion of emotion and that raw emotion can in theory be channeled to fight akin to adrenaline's fight or flight response. Resisting pain, removing some limitations on strength, and some other miscellaneous effects can happen. The cost is debatable as mental health can suffer and the more it is used the less effective it is due to the ability the Synchro Bond gives us to adapt to our partners over time. Ultimately it's really only usable in the short term and shouldn't be relied on but it is a tool that one can use if backed into a corner and you have no options left.

The varying levels of Outburst depends on a few varying factors. If you have any questions later you can ask.'

Once she finished writing this down, she nodded and reread it just to be sure the understanding of what an Emotional Outburst is and the theory behind it she had the Rotom in her phone send it to Nate and Draven, after showing the Pokémon who she was talking about, titled 'Emotional Outburst'.

Upon arrival she was glad she had her snow goggles and had the foresight to put them on before leaving the bus. The idea of using a scarf and some water to keep us from cooking was a brilliant one. She decided to ignore the comment Draven made about using some tights he owned for the job. Nothing too embarrassing about owning Yoga tights. She had some that she used when training and in appropriate weather. They are comfortable, sue her. A plan however takes president.

This is where some general knowledge about Trapinch comes in handy. While she wasn't anything close to a Professor, pokemon near her old home was something she knew about. "From what i know about Trapinch they aren't called the Ant Pit Pokémon for no reason. They tend to stick around sand traps, quicksand, and the bottom of sand dunes. Once they go to sleep they can stay that way for a few days. As for battling it, if you can knock it onto its back it has a hard time standing back up due to its huge head. If I remember right there used to be a computer game where there was various survival tips for desert Pokémon like Trapinch, Sandshrew, and a few others."



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9:34 a.m. > 11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 
R228, Battle Zone


Had he made a mistake?

As Draven & Zera revealed that their great plan to catch a Tapinch during a sandstorm was ‘make up some shit on the spot’, Nate couldn’t help but question his decision to join them. Honestly, it would’ve been an okay plan if it had been discussed in-detail beforehand—like he had asked. Then at least, he would’ve been able to prepare something. Unfortunately for Nate, he’d smuggled himself into the region with nothing but the clothes on his back, he had one other set of clothes in his pack and he certainty wasn’t going to ruin them here. That left his options as…Draven’s...tights?

The thought alone visibly made him cringe. Nate wasn’t one to judge another man’s passions. So what if Draven like to sniff some tights or whatever? It had been a pretty lucrative business back in Orre; the small clothes of some popular female trainers were hot commodities. While Nate wouldn’t judge Draven for his proclivities, he certain didn’t want the man’s ‘comfort clothes’ anywhere near his face and, in fact, he was a bit offended the boy had even offered. It was time to improvise…

Nate thumbed Jue-Jue’s pokéball, plying their bond with cursory brushes of his intent. The fox stirred, slowly at first and then with sudden alertness! A distorted rush of memories flowed through their bond: the soft caress of sunlight in some far-off meadow; the chilling bite of the desert’s night; the sweet mirthful laughter of a mischievous child; the stolen warmth of a sharp wind and the pain of sands carried therein; the bitter regret of a life forever changed… he didn’t know when it happened, but when awareness returned to him, he was on the ground tossing his lunch onto the sand dunes. The memories were far too broken for Nate to gleam more than passing insight into each, but it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. These were the impressions Jue Jue held before her ‘rebirth’.

A piercing numbness filled Nate’s soul as those fragments which could vaguely be called ‘positive’ were overwhelmed by repeated impressions of sand and chill. All at once Nate was brought to epiphany—Jue Jue had expired during the cold of night in an Orrean desert. The experience had clearly left his scars and bringing her back to a desert was perhaps the single dumbest thing he could’ve done. Was this some kind of Poké-PTSD? Fuck! What did he do!?

What had the Sister at the Orphanage said…the key to calm a crying child was…a lullaby…? No, that wasn’t it—he was a terrible singer anyway. It was…that’s right! A soft touch and comforting physical contact! It helped ground the child and blah, blah, blah—Nate had never paid that much attention to the Sister’s lectures. Finding the pokéball’s button with his thumb, Nate released Jue Jue into the wind and gasped soon-after—her distressed spiked, phantom images twisted through the air. He should’ve expected that…

He swiftly stuffed the vulpine under his shirt and hugged her to his chest—he plied the bond with thoughts of comfort, latching onto those happy memories he’d been shown. A windswept meadow surrounded by lush forests, a forest that danced in impossible ways, the laughter of friends as they worked together and confounded travelers fool-hardy enough to trespass…

Slowly but surely the trembling settled…it wasn’t gone, but it seemed to be under control… He could tell, even without the bond, that it would be an exercise in futility to even try to move the fox. So instead, Nate improvised.

A minute later and Jue Jue had moved from beneath his shirt to wrapped tightly around his face. Nate flipped up the hood of his sweater to protect her from the sand and adjusted her voluminous fur so that he could see. What had Draven called it… Smegah? Well, a Zorua-Smegah was close enough.

Nate picked himself off the ground and dusted the sand from his clothes. Then he cleared his throat lightly and—
“Sorry about that, she had a minor reaction to the desert air. Where did you say we were going again?”


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11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 
Route 228, Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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Draven was aware of the buzz on his phone back on the bus. Seeing it was Zera and there was a huge load of information in the preview, he deigned to read it later. He would love to read it then, and now, but there wasn't a good way to do that, especially since he woke up as soon as the bus stopped at their destination and him trying to make a shemagh with a scarf.

Apparently, Zera was more built for this kind of weather than he initially thought. She even spoke of how Trapinch worked. He grinned. "Well, I got a plan for that. Thanks."

If Nate looked concerned, he didn't look the part so Draven didn't notice, and he didn't even see the young man flinch either. But he was being quite the sport about it. Draven felt a lingering feeling that Nate didn't like being with them, and that was going to happen. Honestly, Draven's mind was frazzled right now, which didn't help a lot of things.

He looked with some concern as Nate threw up beside them, a concerned eyebrow raised as he was about to help him, only for Nate to release his Zorua, so he stood back and let them bond.

Still, it was amusing seeing Nate put on his Zorua like a scarf, and he chuckled. "Oh, that works too."

Right, Nate did ask for a plan earlier, didn't he...?

He sighed, wanting to get this out of the way now. "Sorry for not giving much of a plan earlier, by the way. I just got to the Battle Area. If you have any problems we can work on, let us know. By the way, you alright?" Even if Nate tried to dismiss it with an apology, he was still worried. Once Nate gave an answer, he gave his own answer in kind. "Anyway, we're going in there." He pointed deeper into the route. "I know, not exactly promising, but I'm certain we can find a Trapinch and get out before the end of the day. Luring it out of its domain and then knocking it on its behind should be easy with my Hoothoot, given we don't run into any snafus, which we'll just have to watch out for because this place can be unpredictable, so even a plan might not help. I just uh..." He looked at Zera sheepishly. "I'll have to be carried. I will definitely pass out grabbing it."

He looked between the two. "Everyone ready?" He asked, making sure everyone was ready.

That's when he realized... Nate didn't have much on him... His eyes could be seen staring at the young man with some concern. "And once we get back, we'll get you some more stuff. Or..." He looked at Zera sheepishly. "I will."


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11:31 a.m. – July 1st
 
Fight Area – Battle Zone > Route 228, Battle Zone





Zera's face scrunched up as Nate tossed up the contents of his stomach. She turned her attention away from the vomit. He just threw up a bunch of fluids and it would be less than optimal for him to walk around just to end up dehydrated. With a swift movement she adjusted her duffle bag so she can access the main zipper. Opening the bag, a bit she shoved her hand inside and pulled out a bottle of water offering it to Nate. "Drink some of this and keep it. You just lost a lot of fluids. Can't have you dropping from dehydration especially not out here."

After handing it off to him, she listened to the plan Draven came up with. It wouldn't be the easiest thing. Then again, she did have a rope... if she got into a game of tug of war with the Trapinch she was confident she could pull it straight from the ground with just her strength. Trying to battle a Trapinch in a sandtrap is more or less asking to be ambushed. However, considering there is a vast number of them around this area due to the swarm, it's likely to find a few while they are on the move or trying to find a new spot to set up. "We would do well to find a target. Once we find it we can do one of three things, have our Pokémon dog pile the Trapinch. Second, lay a trap and knock it unconscious with a large object. Third, we find one wait till it falls asleep and catch it while it's out."

'Sensei, Sensei, I like the first one!' The voice of her bunny partner piped up in Zera's head. 'I've never been in a dog-pile before but it sounds like fun!' Zera rolled her eyes before looking down at the Pokéball on her belt. "Lukina it isn't for fun. It is a serious thing. I know you want to play and you'll get the chance if we find a appropriate playmate, okay?" She kept her voice low but still audible if anyone tried to hear her. At her answer Lukina fell silent. The pout coming from bunny Pokémon could be felt over the connection but Zera tried to ignore it as she looked across the sand covered expanse. She begain to examine the area critically. If they were to act on any of the options she put out she'd need to find a target. She'd just have to follow her intuition and what knowledge she had about Trapinch before pointing in the direction of some more pronounced sand dunes. "If we are going to start we should start there. Odds are much like us the trapinch will be tolerant of the heat, but any opportunity for shade would be a priority for them just like it is for us. The shadows of the dunes would be an ideal spot for a Pokémon to set up a pit trap for others seeking refuge from the sun. If I were a Trapinch that's where I would set up shop."​



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11:32 a.m. – July 1st
 
R228, Battle Zone


How truly strange…

Nate accepted the offered canteen and spilled some of its contents into his palm. The water was clear and didn’t seem to have been tampered with in any way, the eyeball test was hardly conclusive, but Nate hadn’t the tools to do more than that. Thoroughly confused by the offer, Nate took a moment to reconcile the behavior of his ‘companions’. The preponderance of evidence suggested they were decent people, so he couldn’t for the life of him figure out where all their initial hostility came from. Nate liked to think he was pretty good at reading people; at least, he was good enough to navigate the undercurrents of Pyrite and not end up with a knife in his back.

With all this evidence, Nate could only draw one conclusion. Zera had resting dick attitude, which was exactly like resting bitch face, but where you acted like a dick for no apparent reason and without any ill intent. Maybe that’s just what happened when you were 99% beef cake. As for Draven? Maybe he was just really uncomfortable about and around women or something; it would explain the tights and the discomfort around the insinuation he had a girlfriend.

After a shrug, Nate used the water to wet his face and Jue-Jue’s fur. The fox stirred but remained practically comatose.

Mildly refreshed, Nate pursed his lips. There was something a bit off about the plan, but Nate hedged his concerns.

“Alright thanks for the water, let’s get a move on, the desert will only get hotter as the sun reaches its zenith.”


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11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 
Route 228, Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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It seemed that Nate seemed to be getting a bit better, especially when Zera gifted him the water. Draven wondered just how distrustful Nate was, or maybe it was their first impressions (it was pretty rocky, Draven had to admit).

As for Zera's plans, he hummed. "Well, they're not too bad, but our Pokemon lack cohesiveness with each other. We'll have to train our Pokemon alongside each other as they would end up hurting each other if they're not careful. Finding one is going to be difficult through this sand, but going to the shadowed part of the dunes should give us some reprieve as well as give us some ability to see further ahead."

With that said, he made sure everyone was ready before setting off into the route.

The sand buffeted against their skin and clothes, their DIY shemaghs helped in blocking a large majority of the sand from hitting their faces, if the wind was blowing straight towards them. The wind was unpredictable, whipping about and creating vertical funnels of sand before the funnel gets destroyed by another bout of wind coming from somewhere else.

Draven could barely see ahead of him, but he knew his Hoothoot had Keen Eye. She wouldn't be as impaired by the sand, her eyes having a protective membrane that keeps the sand out of her eyes.

"Ma'a, help me see!" He shouted, sending out his Pokemon. The Hoothoot cooed, only to squawk from the winds. Draven hugged her close, and he activated that bond again. Finally, he was able to see through her senses. It was a bit disorienting, but just as long as she was close to him, he could focus where he was walking. Her eyes gave him the ability to see, the expanse before them seemed a lot less dusty in her eyes and a lot more clear. He could even see further ahead, but he was starting to feel tired. "Fuck..." He cursed. He stopped the Synchro Bond after just a few minutes. They were getting close to the dunes from what he saw. He conveyed it to his partners. "Almost to the dunes."

Once they made it to the dunes after twenty minutes of walking through blistering heat and whipping sand, Draven focused on searching around the dunes. There didn't seem to be any activity, much to Draven's surprise. The sun was now bearing down on them, and Draven was starting to wonder if the website was wrong.

The sands shifted underneath their feet, and a huge sand pit formed right underneath them.

It was sucking all three of them into the center.

Yelling from shock, Draven returned his Hoothoot to prevent her from getting hurt as he curled up into a ball. He tried to see where Zera and Nate went, but he couldn't see, even as the sand swallowed him up in the center.

Having held his breath and the shemagh-scarf covering his face, he was at least saved from accidentally inhaling sand.

Then, he felt his bottom hit something. Solid ground? His hands felt around where he sat and he could feel... cool grass...

Was he dead?

Opening his eyes, they widened at the sight before him in awe. He slowly got up and walked forward a few steps, the large cavernous room opening up to them. The ceiling was twenty feet above them and the room was wide and long. Sandstone made up the ceiling, and there was a thin underground river that ran through and gave life to the flora below. Grass grew from under the sand, and there were some sand pockets where grass didn't grow. He could see some orange bodies burrowed in the sides of walls further away from where he was at, probably a nesting place for Trapinch.

In the sandstone ceiling, some parts had fissured open, sand pouring through in a slow stream of sand, allowing light to filter through. From here, they could hear the whistling and roaring of the wind above become drowned out by the Trapinch's clapping of their jaws further ahead and the rushing of the water, which seemed to lead to the southern end of the route.

Turning around, he saw where he had come from. Sand was pouring from a low part of this ceiling, the sand underneath having given them quite the cushion from the surprising distance he fell. The sandstone that should've been there had broken away. It was likely their walking around had caused enough pressure to cause the sandstone to crack and give way.

Huh... Interesting.

Either way, he awaited for Zera and Nate to fall through, as he was sure they wouldn't have been able to get out. Once they fell, he'd make sure they were okay.

Once he did see them, he'd tell them with a relieved smile, the scarf around his face pulled down under his chin to show off his smile. "Hey, look how pretty this is."

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11:32 a.m. > 11:55 a.m. – July 1st
 
Underground Labyrinth [R228], Battle Zone


Fuck! Nate should’ve known better than to stay silent. Despite intentionally lingering behind the duo, the Orrean still found himself caught in their stupidity when the sand beneath his feet started slipping away. Now he was waist deep in some right plops, probably about to get eaten by dessert ants and all because he let these idiots lead the way! Oh, Trapinch live underground and like to create sandtraps? They’re also likely to have set-up hunting grounds in the shade of those dunes? Why don’t we go stomp around and see what happens? What could possibly go wrong?

Arceus so help him, he was never trusting these two to make plans again. Despite all his struggles it was futile, the sand devoured his every movement. In the end, he could only scream out in frustration.

“If we end up eaten by Trapinch then Zera, I want you to know—you were a total bitch.”



By some miracle a myriad of jaws were not what awaited them. Nate found himself spitting out sand as he took in the underground caverns all around. Although they were lucky, they were only barely so; the sound of snapping jaws bounced off the walls. Trapinch were nigh. Nate’s lips pressed into a line.

“Not to put a dampener on your sightseeing or anything, but those Trapinch sound hungry and I don’t like our chances against a group. Let’s snag one quick and then get the hell out.”


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11:35 a.m. – July 1st
 
Route 228, Battle Zone





Following behind Draven at a steady pace, she scanned what she could see of the area. The eye-wear she had was doing its job and keeping sand out of her eyes making it a bit easier. If easier means that she's staring into the sand filled wind that is blowing all over the place and she can only see about 4 yards ahead at most, now that it's getting worse.

A shift in the sand beneath her feet made her stand perfectly still for a moment and she was about to say something about staying still when the sand moved violently flowing downwards pulling her and the others. She did the best she could to move out of the sand pit but it was futile. Her eyes shifted to Nate when she heard him say she was a bitch. 'A bitch? So, I am a bitch even after I was nice enough to give him water? I guess I won't share anything of mine with him again.'

Taking in a deep breath just before she was submerged she clamped her eyes shut and put her hand over her mouth and nose. It was only a few seconds before she felt gravity take hold of her and she hit the ground with a grunt. It was either she was dead and Arceus had a sense of humor or she was alive and was in a underground cave.

Taking a cautious breath she opened her eyes and took note of her new surroundings. It was a remarkable sight from what she could tell. Pulling herself up off the ground she shot a look filled with venom at Nate but didn't say a word about what he said to her. Instead she looked to Draven, "Let's get this over with."​



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11:56 a.m. – July 1st
 
Underground Labyrinth, R228, Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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Did Draven hear that right?

When he was being sucked in, he had heard Nate call Zera a bitch. Right?

Well, that's just great. But Nate did have a point. He just shrugged, making sure to be between Zera and Nate so she didn't sock the poor guy in the jaw. "I know. We'll be quick. Thankfully, I know how to catch a Pokemon. Let's find one that's away from the group. If we don't mind getting wet, we can use the river to get out of here. Unless one of you finds another exit. From what it looks like, it runs south, which means we'll pop out on Route 229, which is along the way to the Resort Area. A nice place to recuperate and gather supplies. Nate, if you got the strength and you feel like we need a distraction, I know that Zorua has some Illusionary ability. It's close enough to the ones I'm familiar with in Unova. I've never seen one like this before though, but assuming its ability doesn't knock you out, a brief distraction could be helpful. But let me try and catch a Trapinch if it's alone. I'd rather not be interrupted by its friends, so I'll be trying to be as quiet as possible."

Draven led the two further in, keeping to the edge of the cavern and keeping his eyes peeled for a lone Trapinch. Eventually, he managed to find one within a cavernous alcove. It was within twenty feet of what Draven figured was the hibernation hall (or whatever it was), but just as long as they were fast, Zera and Nate could get out.

Releasing Ma'a, he started first, spooking the Trapinch with their first move as he telepathized to Ma'a as he planned on keeping the noises quiet. 'Okay, Ma'a, let's not alert the other Pokemon. Hypnosis.'

Before the Trapinch could make any noise, a surge of sleepy psychic energy reverberated from Ma'a's glowing eyes. The Trapinch's maw hung open, then it snapped shut, and he fell asleep. Sighing in relief, Draven continued, feeling a part of him get sapped away. 'Confusion.'

Hoothoot's eyes glowed a brighter blue as she glared at the sleeping Trapinch, the psychic energy created a blast of seemingly concussive psychic force that had the Trapinch cringing in his sleep. Draven took a deep breath as he felt his knees wanting to buckle.

'Peck.' Hoothoot's beak glowed and she charged forward, slamming her glowing beak into the Trapinch's body, incurring a bit more damage, but not knocking it out. The Trapinch shook his head, struggling to stand, showing it was weak.

'Hypnosis. Keep it asleep, don't attack.' Understanding wordlessly, Ma'a utilized Hypnosis again, the barely awake Trapinch falling back to sleep.

After four moves, he was feeling quite tired. But he shook his head to keep himself awake. He pulled out a Pokeball and threw it. The ball landed, it wiggled thrice, only for the Trapinch to break free. He used a second Pokeball, the ball landed and sucking the Trapinch inside, but it broke immediately. He tried again with a third one, getting slightly agitated, but didn't realize the Trapinch was already waking up when the third one hit. It wiggled once, and then it broke free again.

'Hypnosis.' Ma'a was about to use the attack, but the Trapinch turned dark and shifted over the sand as if it was floating before slamming into Ma'a with a Feint Attack. Sands under the Trapinch began to shift, yet it was unable to capture anything near it as Draven was far enough away from its Arena Trap.

Draven choked, his hand over his heart as Ma'a had been slammed in the chest. His alarmed noise and that of the distressed coo of his Hoothoot caused the nearby Trapinch to grow curious. Some of their snapping got closer.

Ma'a recovered and used Hypnosis, Draven feeling dog-tired now that five moves were used successfully. Yet, the Trapinch fell asleep, and he threw his fourth Pokeball.

Once...

Twice...

Thrice...

It clicked. Draven felt relief as he returned his Hoothoot.

Then, he felt nothing, as his vision turned black.

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Nate rolled his eyes as Zera gave him the stink-eye.
“Oh please, you can’t threaten someone and then NOT expect them to think you’re a bit bitchy. Getting all up in my face, talking about how your Pokémon would send mine to the hospital?”
The Orrean shook his head and maintained his stance.

The Underground Labyrinth wasn’t too large, maybe a factor of the Trapinch swarm being recent immigrant and not having the time to set-up something larger. Either way, the result was that they found a lone Trapinch not too long afterward. While Draven got straight to battle, Nate stuck back to watch the corridors and prevent them from getting swarms by Trapinch.

The battle wasn’t long, but it must’ve been grueling because moments after the Pokéball clicked Draven tipped forward and ate sand. A second bond was known to be stressful, especially one made so soon after the first. Maybe it would’ve been wiser to wait till the middle or end of the week, so Draven could’ve acclimatized? Regardless, the deed was done, and it only cost $800 …yikes!

Nate strolled over to the comatose boy and picked up his pokéballs—including the newly caught trapinch—and his bag. He stuffed the pokéballs into Draven’s bag and his curiosity got the best of him. While he stored Draven’s Pokémon the Orrean couldn’t help but the presence a pair of feminine-looking tights. Hmmm…

Without comment he turned to Zera,
“Well, I’ve got his stuff. You got the body?”


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12:10 p.m. – July 1st
 
Underground Labyrinth, Route 228





Instead of talking and having a fight break out between herself and Nate, Zera kept her mouth shut. She said what she said so he'd know to stay clear of her Pokémon. Was she not supposed to tell the guy her Pokémon saw other Pokémon like playthings and/or training dummies? Assuming she's threatening him just because she got closer so she could keep it more of a secret? It's not like she was grabbing hold of his collar and physically threatening him.

Rolling her eyes, Zera just nodded to Draven following his lead and doing her utmost to be as quiet as possible. They skirted the edges she swore she saw one that had a teal color near a few other normal ones, but it wasn't worth the risk even if she did want it. She had to give Draven some credit, he kept it rather quiet in the task of trying to catch the Trapinch without much noise. Once he managed after four Pokéballs, to catch the ground type and recalled his HootHoot he fell face first into the sandy ground. Thankfully she didn't hear anything resembling a crunch, so his nose isn't broken. After an adjustment of her duffle bag and strapping it to her front, she moved to Draven and pulled him up onto her back with a slight bit of effort. The guy was much too light, it was actually a bit concerning that he wasn't all that heavy. Something she'll definitely need to fix. "Yes, let's go. The sooner we get out of here the better." She gestures with her head shifting to get Draven into a more comfortable position on her back. "Lead the way."​



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12:11 p.m. – July 1st
 
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