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The excursion from the previous night had not left him nearly tired enough to rest. He had spent so long in that cell of his that all he'd had time to do was sleep and plot. It wouldn't do to waste time with petty things like sleep right now. Once the feeling of tiredness actually took over him, then he'd rest. He'd come out this far after dropping Panther off at HQ simply to get some air, but now it looked like he'd get more than that. His icy eyes locked onto the trainer who was going to have her own Pokemon battle each other. He watched her for a moment though, not really interested in her Pokemon. He was sure he recognized her, he was just trying to remember from where. Then it dawned on him, she was on their first training mission, she was the one with the oddly colored Pichu if he recalled correctly.

He began to make his way towards where the battle would be, stopping not too terribly far off and leaning his back against a tree. Azra was out of his ball and had leapt his way up onto a branch and was lounging lazily. He was a wonderful pokemon, willing to push himself as long as his trainer continued to strive forward. It didn't matter if he was a little tired from the night before, it was a new day. Claris watched in silence as he anticipated the battle that was about to unfold. His money was of course on the Squirtle though, he believed anyone could overcome their type disadvantages through superior training and strategy.

Once Senka realized what happened, she sent a glare to her current opponent, irritated that her attack didn't work. Clearly, it had been a stalemate, and both just sat a second breathing hard. Than, Senka jumped up into the air and let out a cry, she let out a thundershock that directly hit the Squirtle.

Dima let out a cry as she fell back into the water, disappearing under the slushy waves and away from both Nadali's and Senka's view. Nadali took a moment to collect herself, realizing that the water pokemon probably wasn't down for the count.

Senka seemed to realize it too, for every wave that came in, she sent a sharp shock toward the surface. It was interesting to see the stalemate, and Nadali was interested to see what would happen next.

And once again, Dima didn't disappoint. Suddenly, when a huge wave seemed to roll in, she jumped up and let out a water gun that moved with the wave and sent a sharp blast right at Senka. Being distracted, the thunder pokemon let out a gasp before she was shot about twenty feet away from where they stood. Dima jumped onto the sand with a grin on her face.

Ugh, it was way too early. Niki was not a morning person, but this was her first day with a trainable pokemon and she wanted to get a good start on training Pyro. The little Charmander had started to get used to the idea of having a new trainer, but she was curious how he'd act in combat. The grunt debated a trip to the forest, but didn't feel up to the longer journey and decided to comb the beach nearby and see what it would reveal.

The trainer headed out, squinting in the early light before her eyes adjusted. After a short distance, sounds traveled her way: voices. Nikiana jogged over to see who else was out and about this early, coming upon two trainers watching two pokemon battle. Having arrived in the middle of the battle, her logical guess was that the two trainers were battling with the two pokemon and she kept her distance to watch. A Squirtle and a Pikachu. The electric pokemon definitely had the advantage and the girl glanced between the two trainers for a moment, trying to guess which pokemon belonged to each. Neither were shouting commands or encouragement (as she'd arrived after Claris' cheer), which confused the teen a bit. Trainers always gave orders to their pokemon, to help the creatures figure out which moves to use and when, right? Or was this some odd exercise? Either way, it would be an interesting battle, as the Squirtle seemed to be holding its own, despite the type disadvantage.

Great. It would figure that the day she chose to visit the beach, everyone else would be there as well. Pfft.

An irritable look was present on the blonde's face as she looked on from a boardwalk, noting the familiar faces.

This Nikki, the one with two ks, sighed and rolled her eyes to herself. Well whatever, she would just have to move a little further down the beach to avoid the others and their rowdy Pokemon.

Considering this was off time, she wasn't wearing a uniform of any sort. Instead she was dressed in black jeans and a top that was covered by a black windbreaker. She likes black, get over it. It was too windy and cool in the early morning to wear anything else.

Nikki's long strands of blonde hair were easily tossed in the wind, sure to be a mess to untangle later. Despite the cool air, she strode across the sand in sandals, making her way in a direction opposite of the others.

That is until she spotted... HIM. Nikki stopped and scowled when she noticed Hayes coming from the direction she was going. What. Could she not even the unwanted baggage known as her partner?!

Brown eyes stared down at the Pikachu with contempt for a few moments, before finally lifting to look at Hayes as he approached. Naturally he would greet her in that overly friendly way of his. Inwardly she twitched.

His greeting was not returned. Instead she just frowned at him severely.

"I think you must enjoy stalking me."

Like most of the others, Niki had abandoned her Rocket uniform for this trip. The chilly morning air had led to a grey jacket pulled on over one of her blue t-shirts. Jeans and boots completed the outfit, having forgone sandals due to the cold. She didn't like her feet to get cold.

Niki's attention was mostly on the ongoing battle, though when another Pikachu showed up to sniff at her feet, it caught her attention. This one had to be tame, as she hadn't seen a wild pokemon come this close to a person before. "Well, hello there." She glanced around to see where his owner was and realized that while she'd been watching the fight a few more people had shown up on the beach. The two were talking, but her money was on this Pikachu belonging to one of the two of them.

She knelt, extending a hand for Switch to sniff. She had hopes of getting a Pikachu of her own eventually. They were cute and a good electric pokemon.

Nadali nearly cried out when a voice interrupted the show, and she spun around with a wary gaze to catch sight of a familiar rocket. Letting out a breath she had been holding, she had the decency to blush before taking on a relaxed expression.

"Thank you, I guess, but it is really Dima and Senka who deserve the encouragement. This is a new experiment I am trying, just to see. I know a lot of pokemon need direction, but I think this is the best way to discover just who they are on their own, and possibly help them learn as well."

Nodding, she seemed to think for one more second, before adding with a grin, "Plus, I think it would intimidate anyone if I didn't talk...maybe even cause them to think I was some sort of psychic!" She laughed at that, though it quickly stopped as she realized just how many people were coming up.

Glancing back toward her pokemon, she noticed that Senka had seemed to gain the upper hand by shooting off an irritated thunderwave, and was watching as Dima tried to move and get out of the way. Yet, Senka showed a sign of pleasure from the actions because she didn't attack right away. Either it was that, or the pikachu wanted to keep the fight fair and help train the other pokemon. Nadali would never know.