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Dust had, of course, a swimsuit packed. She had prepared a bag that held all the suitable clothing items for any possible event, and so naturally a pink bikini was hidden under layers of clothes and shoes. However, Dust had decided already that the bikini was to be worn only when she went on oceania routes, or when travelling across large lake upon her Lapras’s back. And even then it would be worn under her usual dress, in the slight case that she would be flung into the water.

So therefore Dust stood, under the blaring sun, fully clothed and boiling.

It was a bright sunny day, and the beach was packed with Zien holiday makers. Even their Pokémon were out and about, causing general chaos up and down the sand bank. A bulky Charizard sat at the far end of the beach, blowing fire unto a small meat grill. Some Rattata (the most useless Pokémon according to Dust) scuttled around making sand castles. Or sand lumps, really. Squeals and shrieks of delight pieced the steamy air as children played endless games. Some of them even paused in their merry making to look Dust up and down, before carrying on with some mindless entertainment. Dust hated each and every single moment that she was stuck here watching the sun-burnt tourists. Her face was crumpled into a distinct scowl, her hands clamped stiffly to her sides. Filly whimpered softly from behind, and Dust shut her eyes out of annoyance.

It hadn’t been her idea to come to the beach. Dust had wanted to travel Valiant Town, in order to meet some of the other soldiers and ‘suss out the game’ so to speak. But her Pokémon team was tired of training and travelling; they all had begged for a break. A great and violent argument had broken out from both sides, until finally Dust had unwillingly conceded defeat. She wasn’t stupid enough to be blind to their fatigue. So, with Chase leading smugly and oozing self-importance, they had waddled off to Marnia City.

Currently Mirage and Chase were engaged in a competition of sorts, in which the floating Lapras froze the crest of a wave and Chase was to slash it so that it shattered into the sea. From what Dust could ascertain, Mirage was trying to get the frozen crest to fall whole into the sea by using her ice shard move as late as possible, and Chase was attempting to prevent this. So far Mirage was leading 30 – 14. This infuriated the cocky Sneazel, who was more focused on the game than he had ever been in any battle. The all-important Celeste was roaming the beach, studying people with a certain critical gaze that generally served to unnerve or anger them.

And her Ponyta, Filly, was cowering behind her back, fighting his instinct to flee from the gigantic body of – gasp – water. This was all becoming a little too messy for the pink girl. She rubbed the bridge of her nose with forefinger and thumb, attempting to not turn around and scream her head off at the fire Pokémon. He was her most trained fighter, with speed and accuracy that allowed for fast battles and quick defeats. But unfortunately he had been gifted with the most pitiable personality, one that Dust utterly despised. He was still her favourite of the bunch through. Love is a funny thing.

Dust was getting hot, irritated and itchy. Not a good mixture by any means. And when Filly whined once more she flipped around, snapping darkly at him with one finger raised. “I swear to Arceus if you make one more sound I am going to let Mirage have her way with you.” This was no idle threat, and Filly shot a petrified glance at the Lapras (who smiled suggestively back), before clamping his mouth shut and lowering his head. After a few moments Dust uncurled her hand and scratched him behind his ear. The flames of his mane licked her hand, giving Dust that familiar, tickling sensation. “There you go.” The Pokémon only grunted in reply, his body still quaking with fear.

Satisfied that Filly had been properly chastised, Dust turned her bad mood once more to the packed beach. Such pathetic fools.

OOC }} bleh, first post in years, not happy wth it (Justify doth hate me T.T). open ^^
Words }} 709
Exhibiting }} Chase (Sneasel) ; Mirage (Lapras) ; Celeste (Misdreavous) ; Filly (Ponyta)
Moves }} Mirage = Ice Shard

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&. DON'T LIKE IT, TAKE A LONG WALK OFF THE SHORTEST PIER YOU CAN FIND .&

He hated the beach –it was too crowded, too sandy for his liking and the water, the water was salty and stingy. He supposed if he had a chance to take to the waves by himself with no one to watch or worry about, maybe even with his sibling by his side the whole situation would change, but at the moment it was him and a whole cluster of Ziens looking for some fun in the beach. There was screaming, squealing and the chattering was too much for the Latios –in fact it wasn’t even that it was all the damn emotions slamming into his brain, pulsing and crawling like ants. He tried very hard to block them off but if he left his guard down even once they slammed into him again making his visibly wince. This was what had led him to drag his little companion and himself into a little quiet corner of the beach under the shade of a palm tree and hidden from view by a sharp rock that cast even more shadows towards that patch of sand. It was from the shadows that he watched Kyoo splash around in the water –simply content in chasing after the waves then running away from them over and over again. Time and time again she had called Matt to join, but he had refused with a shake of his head and a small smile –this was an indicator to the Pichu that he was currently dealing with a headache and she would turn to the waves, only to return with the same question again every five minutes.

He leaned his bare back against the surface of the rock –it vibrated with heat but it was pleasant and didn’t sting. Or that could simply be due to the fact that the Latios replica was ignoring the feel of it. His mind roamed around the beach picking up feelings and trying to filter them slowly –the happy couple at the far end of the beach, happily curled up in the other’s arms, the Pokémon chattering merrily and squealing as the warm water touched their paws, slippers and feet. He closed his eyes and wondered about the beach, picking up stray signals and occasionally staying in someone’s head to try and identify what they were doing –knowing that doing this would make his headache recede, ignoring all the foreign emotions was what always gave him these headaches. He picked up joy, fear, fascination, anger, frustration, glee, anger, sadness, nostalgia. Without meaning to he closed his eyes to allow him to concentrate better feeling Kyoo’s delight at being brought to the beach –she loved the beach, but how she longed for Matty to join her, he could use some fun under the sun too.

His blue eyes snapped open again to catch the Pichu looking at him from a distance –letting the waves soak her short fur –ignoring how that made the electricity on her fur crackle and pop in tiny sparks. The replica smiled at her and the Pichu lifted her small paws and waved at him excitedly bolting into a full run when the Latios simply sat there. Her little paws kicked up sand charging ahead at such speed that even the replica was left a bit taken aback. She leaped when she was barely two or three feet away and Matthew was forced to catch her –holding the little devil to his chest. “Matt! Matt!” she cheered “There are two Pokémon playing with the waves over there,” she jabbed a tiny finger towards a place behind the rock –at the sea “we should play with the waves too,” she continued, looking up at her friend with a wide smile “I bet you could make bigger waves.” Here the Pichu paused, letting the silence be felt and the meaning of her words sink in before continuing “And you can make yourself look like a Pokémon like you sometimes do and scare some folk!” she finally concluded, stretching her forepaws wide as if to include the whole beach in her grand master plan. She loved causing trouble too much for her own good, but Matthew figured there was really no harm to be done with letting himself go along with her little request –she couldn’t swim very well after all and for reasons that were beyond him she loved high places. One of such high places being between Matt’s shoulder blades.

“Oh, alright,” he relented “but you don’t go tackling anyone,” he warned –giving the Pichu a stern look in hopes that she would obey, but of course there was none of that, instead Kyoo responded by cheering loudly and scrambling up to Matt’s head.

The replica stood up to give himself more space and concentrated on the light surrounding him –bending it to make himself look like his origin. For some mad reason Kyoo enjoyed watching the whole process of the light rippling around the Latios’ body because she squealed in delight. If anyone would have turned to look they wouldn’t have seen a blond boy with bright blue eyes but rather a full grown Latios, floating in place with a Pichu clinging to his back. Kyoo cheered once more and giggled in delight as she felt Matthew moving under her, the illusion craning his neck and sending her a look that was the equivalent of the words ‘this better be worth it’ before he launched himself forward with a speed that was either hold-on or be-blown-off. He let himself simply feel the wind against his skin, closing his eyes in delight and letting the beach behind him turn into a line in the horizon before Kyoo complained that she wanted to mess with people –not get lost out sea. With a chuckle the Latios made a sharp turn and flew back towards the beach –the speed of his flight making the water ripple underneath him. Kyoo cheered.

He stopped in midair next to a Lapras and a Sneasel watching for half a second in the direction they were staring before his body became covered in a blue shimmer –his eyes becoming blue orbs. The surface of the water a few feet in front of the pair began to shimmer too and before the Lapras and Sneasel could move very far away an enormous wave rose from the waters one that would bathe a large portion of the people on the beach if it reached shore and with that merry thought he left the two to deal with the wave and turned towards the sandy beach –he wasn’t about to get wet if they failed.

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It’s not easy to be critical of others without acknowledging and accepting your own flaws. Of course there were rare people out there who possessed this ability, but generally they too ended up confronting their own demons. And then out of that tiny percentage only a few were ever left sane. Dust, however, did not fall into this special category. Should she have scheduled a visit to her local shrink they would have cleared her as”medically sane, but with an unhealthy tendency to bottle negative emotions”- or at least something along those lines, and it would have been an inaccurate description of Dust’s current state of mind. It’s not easy to diagnose someone who has read books on the human psyche among a thousand other subjects, and had applied some of the theories herself.

So Dust indeed realized what she was lacking mentally and physically. Of course, it was the fixing part that was proving difficult, but in the meantime she could find happiness in silently exposing others flaws. Right now the subjects of choice were the tourists, and the Pokémon they were packing. It seemed that the Pokémon of choice on this beach were the usual set of starters; i.e. Pokémon that were considered to be loyal, strong and good with babies. Pathetic, really. What’s the use of having a Pokémon that every kid and their granny knows the moves of? Take, for example, that Squirtle over there; water gun, tackle, tail whip, mud sport, bubble, withdraw and so forth- only small variety of moves are available to the Pokémon; assuming that the soldier planned to evolve it as soon as possible. So an easy counter could be prepared before engaging in battle. The pink girl flicked her hair haughtily. Weaklings. Her team was different, albeit heavily flawed. Two of the same type, not enough variety and a water Pokémon that was pretty useless outside of lakes of oceans. But at least she had something that was sort of unusual, unexpected, and threw people of their guard once in a while.

A nudge on her back abruptly threw Dust out of her wandering thoughts and back into the crap mood. ”What?” Her hiss came out strangled, in a tone of utter exasperation and barely controlled anger. Another nudge and Filly’s head popped up in her peripheral vision. He was staring, wide eyed and shaking, at the expanse of water. Dust took a deep, calming breath, preparing for yet another verbal attack. But as she opened her mouth to let fly with a string of threats and accusations, Mirage’s desperate bellow ripped her voice out. As Dust turned towards her Lapras the screams of tourists (through somewhat pleasing to note) tortured her ears. Sand flew all around as Pokémon and Ziens alike scrambled frantically to get off the beach, leaving a wasteland of towels, bags and toys. Her long hair flapped around her as people brushed past, but Dust didn’t run away like the mob of people. This was mainly because she was quickly calculating exactly how her two Pokémon were going to escape calamitous humiliation from being dunked by the large wave. Chase was pretty useless in this situation, and he was already scrambling to get behind Mirage. It was too shallow for the Lapras to dive under it successfully, and her ice shard move was no blizzard; a frozen wave crest could be more trouble than help. Dust chewed her lip for a millisecond, and then smiled, even as the wave drew dangerously close. When her voice came, it was almost uncaring, detached and matter-of-fact. Just like a scholar reciting an answer to a tricky question he already knows. She leaned forward and called across the beach to them, above the cries of scared Ziens and moaning Filly.

”Chase, get on Mirage’s back. Mirage, body slam the wave- you’ll both push through it if you bother to do it right.” Satisfied that that method should do the trick, Dust settled her hands on her hips importantly. Immediately Chase leapt unto the Lapras’s back, and clung to a knob on the grey shell. Mirage heaved herself up, and slammed chest-first into the wave. The powerful water swelled underneath her blubbery body, trying to tip both creatures over, but the sheer force of the slam pushed it around her and mirage sunk heavily though the wave. No elegance was present, but no extreme embarrassment- Dust was pleased.

Until she realised that the move had backfired with terrible consequences; by dislodging the water from around the massive Pokémon, the rest of the wave had grown in size, and was hurtling to the beach with a startling intensity. ”Shit, Filly lets- Filly?” The Ponyta was nowhere in sight. Dust swore darkly again. In his defence Filly had stayed around long enough to see the move operated by Mirage, but the colossal wave of water had broken his nerve. Currently the Pokémon was fleeing with the mass of frantic tourists down a cobbled-stone road that led into town. So instead of being able to nimbly escape on a speedy Ponyta, Dust was reduced to jogging up the slope- where an amused Celeste hovered waiting.

Dust didn’t make it. The wave crashed onto the beach with a loud boom, and ran its way up the bank. It smashed into Dust’s calves, saturating her shoes and the socks within. Foam splattered unto her dress, and the Misdreavus chuckled softly at Dust’s plight. The soldier shot her own Pokémon a look to kill babies. The water resided with a sigh, leaving utter carnage in its wake. Broken deckchairs, bent umbrellas, blobby sandcastles- and the soaked Dust. Anger pumped through her, like lava in her veins. But anger at what? That was no natural wave. Maybe a Wailord had attacked?

As she bent down to remove her grubby shoes a flash of aqua-blue caught her eye. Looking up, she saw the fleeting image of a Latios speeding to shore, with a Pichu perched on its head. Dust’s eyes lit up, and her anger was tucked away for the time being, replaced by a shimmer of exhilaration. She knew that the legendary Pokémon was just that; a legend, hardly ever seen or heard. But here was one speeding to the beach. She could just imagine the power it held under its sleek bodice, and the control it could exert. Rapidly, and ignoring her two Pokémon that had finally made it too shore (Chase was dragging his feet up the sand towards her), Dust dug into the tiny pocket in her dress. She kept most of her supplies in a saddle pack, which was currently strapped to the missing Ponyta’s back, but had a bare minimum in her pocket. In case of emergencies, if you like. Her finger found the smooth object, and drew out the tiny Pokéball. An old, rusty one; she had stolen it off some weakling trainer a while ago.

Celeste shivered, staring at the Latio’s deep blue eyes. Something’s not right- that’s not Latios Dust... The ghost Pokémon nudged Dust’s arm, who scoffed at it. What did Celeste know? Chase joined them both, standing taunt at her side, waiting for him to be acknowledged. When the Latios was close enough, in a throws reach, she hefted the Pokéball. Somewhere Dust had read that Latios was flighty; pure luck was needed. Not that a tiny Pokéball would have a chance in hell of containing it- but it was worth a shot. What else did she have?

When the ball got close, too close, without opening to grab the Latios Dust’s face crumpled into a frown. Arceus, she hated it when Celeste was right. Probably an illusion of some sorts. The Pokéball continued its fatal arch, aiming straight for the head of the Pokémon. And with each millisecond Dust’s face grew sulkier. Chase grinned- this was going to be fun.

OOC }} Sorry for the delayed reply/ rant- school + life = hectic AND G@?!T!!1! Stupid coding/site hates me T.T
Words }} 1 214
Exhibiting }} Chase (Sneasel) ; Mirage (Lapras) ; Celeste (Misdreavous) ; Filly (Ponyta)
Moves }} Mirage = Body Slam

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&. DON'T LIKE IT, TAKE A LONG WALK OFF THE SHORTEST PIER YOU CAN FIND .&

The two did attempt to rid themselves of the wave –a trainer with pink hair was quick to command them and they gingerly obeyed. They moved just as quickly as the words registered in their brains and they worked as hard as they could to stop that wave, but it was useless, the thing was to big for them it seemed for a minute like it was about to draw back and at best scatter droplets of water across the sand, but it did the contrary –it picked up more strength and speed, growing perhaps a tad more than Matt intended. People screamed and a surge of panic hit him suddenly, making his flight tilt to the side as he took in the overflow of the emotions –they weren’t his own, they were the emotions of the people running away from the beach, absolutely terrified of the monstrous wave that would wash them away to the ocean. He even caught the girl with the pink hair running in a panic as she realized her plan backfired on her –it didn’t work. But she remained too long on the beach so when she ran it was with what Matt would think as hopes of not swallowing the salty water –he was right. Her legs got soaked –the water clinging to her clothes then slowly started receding –retreating itself to the deep trenches from which it came.

On his back, Kyoo was absolutely shaking with glee –she laughed loudly, clutching at her mouth to stifle the giggles but they would not be quieted. She laughed again, barely clinging on to the Latios’ back, several times almost slipping from his back. Matt moved much more slowly now, keeping his speed to one that wouldn’t make his body a blur –he still levitated and darted around just like a Latios would –a small burst of speed then a pause to look around at the suddenly empty beach –watching the wrecked mounds of and that had previously been sand castles, watching the wrecked chairs and umbrellas –the abandoned flips flops and towels getting carried away by the water. He even paused to look curiously down at broken chair. To everyone who looked at him, they would have seen a Latios, floating just above the chair and craning his neck to look at the damage that had been caused –hanging practically upside down as he inspected the damage then straightened himself and darted off to inspect some other thing.

“Latios, that girl is looking as us,” whispered Kyoo at his ear, nodding her head on the direction of the pink-haired trainer.

Matt’s head whipped around, looking over his shoulders (or wings) towards the girl –she looked as if she couldn’t believe it but then a hungry look crossed her expression and he saw the Misdreavous’s mouth moving as she tried to the trainer’s mind but the trainer kept looking on. Thinking that as long as he was looking like a Latios he might as well have some fun and act like one he turned himself around to face the girl, moving closer towards her and blinking his blue eyes, as if wondering what silly notion she might be up to. He should have expected what she did next –and he nearly did, the emotions she was getting form her, longing to catch him, willing herself to believe she could succeed. He ignored whatever her Pokémon was saying and instead met her eyes –floating in place as she drew out a Pokeball and attempted threw it towards Matt.

He still stood still, watching the thing loop and grow closer and closer to him. He waited until it was close enough to gather attention –to the fact that it wasn’t opening up to catch him and then using Psychic he made it seem as it did open up –make a wild grab at him. His eyes turned to blue orbs just as the Pokeball snapped open in what would probably be considered as him being “caught.” However instead it stopped in midair and snapped shut, his Latios guise’s expression remained simply curiously amused as he whipped his head back and then forward as if he had just caught the ball on his jaws and decided to lob it back at the trainer. The Pokeball did act just like that –it swiveled backwards somewhat and then was launching itself full-speed ahead at the pink-haired trainer’s face. Maybe this way she knew what it would feel like to see the stupid device being lobbed at you.

Satisfied with his path of action he made a tiny backwards loop on the air –forcing Kyoo to clutch at his back and dig her tiny claws into the flesh of his shoulder blades. But Matt hardly cared, turning to look back at the Pichu and meeting her eyes before turning around and meeting the trainer’s eyes with a mischievous glint. He closed his eyes once more, concentrating on the light around him and causing it to shimmer and twitch around him. Suddenly where the Latios floated now a girl with pink hair, blue eyes and a little dress stood. He had taken the appearance of the pink-haired trainer. Matt smiled back at the original and lifted his hand –waving his fingers around in a salute. Kyoo, formerly situated between a Latios’ wings now was clutching against the girl’s shoulders, briefly wondering what her friend was up to.

“Hi!” chimed in the Pichu –waving a small yellow paw up at Pink Hair and her Misdreavous. Matt nudged Kyoo –and indication to get off and she obeyed. She leaped down from his shoulders and landed on the soft moist sand of the beach, looking up at him and wondering what exactly was he up to. But when she looked up she could see no one, it seems Matthew was doing his little disappearing acts. Secretly the Pichu grinned –it was good to see her friend having some fun again.

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Of course Dust now knew definitely that the thing floating before her was no Pokémon, but rather some little prankster. Possibilities ran rife through her complicated brain as the Pokéball opened, almost as if admitting the Latios into its embrace. A Whisper Keeper? Alakazam or another type of physic Pokémon? Replica? The last two seemed to be the most fitting. If so, it was intent on infuriating Dust it seemed, first by humiliating her and then by proving her utterly wrong. Two things that didn’t fit very well into Dust’s tolerance system. No matter what was causing the mayhem, it was likely going to end badly. Very badly.

The ball snapped shut midair, as if confirming Dust’s conclusions; sounding the death toll for her. The floating Latios looked smug- as if it was totally unimpressed by this whole charade. She mentally groaned. After her recent training in the forests she was hardly in the mood for fun and games. Hell Chase was going to get a mouthful after this. It was the little Sneazel that had led them here after all. Dust took this apt moment to look down and glare at the Pokémon. A debate had sprung up in her mind; to put her team back into Pokéballs or not? She had already lost one Pokémon temporarily; Filly had buggered off without so much as a word of warning. But he would be back- he always was. That coward wouldn’t stray far from his rock-solid base; Dust. But he wasn’t the issue. Mirage and Chase were.

The ‘Latios’ almost gave a chuckle, and drew its head a little backwards. Dust almost physically sighed. After momentarily calculating all the possibilities... She had a feeling he was just going to lob it back towards her. She wasn’t wrong- the phantom Pokémon suddenly thrust his head forward, and the floating ball shot straight towards her. It spun furiously in the air, faster than any human could have thrown it. Dust was supremely lucky- which she considered was graceful, when she thought about all the seriously crap luck she had had so far- Chase had decided to redeem himself. The little Sneazel, with reflexes faster than any pitiable human, snapped up and raked the Pokéball downwards. It’s path was dramatically dislodged, and the Pokéball was flung into the sand with the force of a minuscule atom bomb, waves of sand flying from where it landed.

Dust’s mental debate was suddenly over; keep the Pokémon out. So far it was working to her advantage. When Chase landed she lifted one slight arm, and patted him neatly on the head. The Pokémon ruffled himself; suddenly feeling very chuffed with himself. But this hole debacle was not over; it seemed that the Latios-wannabe was not satisfied with just throwing some junk back to Dust. It did a little loop in the air –showing off as it were- then resettled, focusing on Dust. The tiny Pichu on it’s back was oozing mischief- it too irritated Dust to hell and back. She wasn’t enjoying being the punch line of some bad joke. Her face was still crumpled into it’s customary frown, concentrating. Like any school nerd, her brain worked overtime all the time- perhaps a little too much calculations went through it daily, casuing her to miss out on the big mistakes taking place. Never a good thing to do when someone else was taking full advantage of this fact.

The air around the Latios shimmered, and the small party before it widened their eyes. But only for a moment. After which they proceeded to narrow them dangerously.

There’s something rather enlightening about looking at one’s reflection floating above you. You get to see what you look like without the mirrors subtle changes; your eyes are right, your hair falls down perfectly, there’s no enlargement of the flesh. It’s unnerving as well. Dust wasn’t about to admit it out loud, but seeing herself floating above the ground, smiling in some comic grin, was terribly disturbing as well as interesting. It (she couldn’t picture it as being herself) waved it’s hand in salute. Chase growled below her, and Celeste shivered. Bloody overprotective Pokémon they were. Inwardly she smiled. Its moments like these that you remember till you’re 70, whether it be in happiness or shame. In this case it would probably be the latter for Dust.

The Pichu leapt off, landing neatly into the sand. And the girl above him disappeared, melting into the air like smoke. Dust frowned. What now? Was it all over? But she doubted this; whatever that latios had been wouldn’t leave its little friend here alone. Especially not with a bunch of strangers. Chase left Dust’s side slowly, creeping up to the Pichu. It was hard for Dust to tell his intensions; was just being a curious Sneazel (he loved practical jokes normally), or was he intending to do harm? But Chase simply went up to the yellow Pokémon, and sniffed it’s ear. What are you guys up too? His voice was level, hinting at genuine friendly interest, hinting at menace. But it was more of a curious question, one that Chase wanted to know. Always wanting to improve his own pranks. Celeste nudged Dust again. Chase is going to give us grief.

Glumly Dust nodded. Her anger hadn’t died away enough to let her speak without snapping at anyone yet- including Celeste. Instead she wordlessly took out a Pokéball and withdrew Mirage; the Lapras was about to go frantic in the waves. The pink girl didn’t want another thing to worry about. Not when there was an invisible foe running around. But she quickly turned back to the electric Pokémon before her. That prankster was coming back. “Celeste... Watch our backs, mkay?”

OOC }} Yeah, it makes no sense, sorry XD
Words }} 914
Exhibiting }} Chase (Sneasel) ; Mirage (Lapras) ; Celeste (Misdreavous) ; Filly (Ponyta)
Moves }} N/A