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It had taken a great deal of courage for Kofuku to have come up to the Elite; she was rather on the scared shitless spectrum of feelings towards the much taller man. Shrinking a little under his glare, she bit her bottom lip, watching nervously as he slowly took his time getting to his feet. Watching him, her stomach flip-flopping, she relaxed a little when he actually spoke to her.

She wanted to ask him if he was sure, but thought better of it; of course he'd be sure, this was his pokemon after all. Following behind him at a decently safe distance, she watched him call out to his pokemon. "Narmu...?" She muttered softly under her breath, now putting a name to the monstrous water pokemon. Watching the large whale-pokemon, she noticed that it looked rather... confused maybe? Yeah, it looked a bit confused.

And then Faleen was spit back out, covered in saliva. "Faleen!" Kofuku squeaked out, running to her best friend's side to check her over. "Ohmygod, are you ok?"



Gizmo recovered from being mooned by the grunt's pale bottom and got up onto his hind paws. Using his front paws, he balled them into fists and rubbed at his eyes, ears folded back. [He better not go anywhere near my trainer, or Imma zap him real good...] He grumbled out unhappily, his tail twitching and his cheeks crackling a little.

Hayes was pulled halfway down the shore before he remembered his feet.

"Nikki, hey- hold up," the blond agent laughed breathlessly, putting up a bit of resistance and tugging the arm she held back to signal her to stop. "What's the matter?" When she did - if she did - he took the opportunity to push his glasses back up.

The scene on the beach came into focus. Unfortunately, so did Sorano.

Hayes quickly focused on the commotion going on around the Wailord instead, his attention pulled away from Nikki. "The hell-"



Nadja stayed where she was in the water, more interested in the reactions to the event once the initial surprise had passed. Her gray eyes scanned over the crowd. Let's see.. Who knows they eat plankton? And who's running for their lives? She looked rather unimpressed by the whole bedlam, including Sorano, but Narmu's cluelessness made a corner of her mouth twitch upward.

"All right." It was a command of some sort; her Kingdra twisted and dove, surfacing near Emilie and the Pikachus as its trainer shook out her hair and then calmly began to wade for the shore.

There was once a lovely girl who went by the name of Donna. She was like any typical girl -- pretty, intelligent and with a wit to strip a man to shreds. However, the loneliness in her heart prevented her from doing so. She had never been with a man before until she was amazingly bewitched by the charm of Mister Sorano Izaak Dinkley. He was ten and she nine. She was naive and he wanted her pudding cup. After a small exchange of words, Donna found herself completely in love . . . until he took said pudding cup and ran off with it. That is when Sorano earned the first lesson of life about women and the first lesson of pain that occurs when hit in the place where the sun does not and refuses to shine. Those first lessons seemed to repeat themselves over the years but though Sorano was much of an eager student, he refused to learn. However, there was always an alternative called turbo undies. This amazing pair of undergarments were double padded and inflatable shorts that were practically Sorano's only extra piece of clothing while on the beach. They were also best in cases when needed to protect one's . . . erm . . . manhood.

While Sorano hop, skipped, jumped, doggy-paddled, belly flopped, butterfly . . . something, threaded, flailed, kicked, wailed, flailed again and climbed to shore, he called "Neva, code'a C!"

The Flareon yawned. He expected him to touch that thing? With his mouth? Not having hands prevented the Flareon from avoiding the unavoidable option set in front of him. In a very slow pace, Never fished the purple colored shorts out of the bag and took it in his mouth and dragged them across the sand to the slippery slope of tide. When the teal haired man finally made it to shore (it took him a long time, it was surprising he was eaten by now), he pulled the pants from his partner and slipped them on.

"Turbo on!" Sorano screamed and the shorts inflated to a monstrous size. Voice activated shorts . . . when the hell to people come up with these things? But it did not matter, Sorano was now clothed. Yaaaay.

In the darkness she could feel what she guessed was the tongue under her, it was still for the most part, and she slipped over it making moving very difficult. All at once however, the tongue move upward, her limps slipped out from under her, losing the little control she had managed to get back in her movements.
The Wailord was doing something, and it happened fast.
She was being moved up, there was a flood of light, she felt herself in the air for a moment after a pressure, then –Whump!-
Hitting the beach on her side, Faleen rolled… and she could have swan she might have bounced a couple of times.
When she fell still once again, the slimed grunt rolled onto her back with a sharp gasp, trying to catch a breath from the air was knocked from her lungs.

There she was… covered in saliva and sand, sprawled on her back with her chest heaving as she tried to fill her lungs back up.
She heard voices, and could feel people coming toward her so she slipped her hands under her to push herself into a sitting position, trying to keep her expression normal, despite the fact that her face was burning red with embarrassment.

“I’m fine,” reassuring Kofuku when she came over, holding a hand up to her to calm her down “he didn’t hurt me, I’m fine”
Lifting a hand to try and wipe some of the smile that was oozing down the bridge of her nose, only to find her hand caked in sand,
sniffing sharply instead to combat the itching, until she found a towel being handed to her.
“… Thank you” quietly glancing up at Zach as she took it from him, dabbing her face off first.

Umbreon snapped at the Wailord a couple more times when his master was spit out, before turning and bounding through the water to get back to shore where his master had been deposited.

"Ew.... you look like a ball of snot, Faleen. No offence though." Looking around for her pokemon, Kofuku instead got an eyeful of nudist-grunt running to the shore. Quickly, she turned away before she went blind. "Oh flipping great... we have a freakin Nudist in Team Rocket...."

Physically turning her body the other way, she blinked, seeing Hercules and Hiromi playing in the waves. "HEY! You two are supposed to be watching Gizmo!" Glancing at Faleen for a second, she sighed. "Hercules, get over here... Faleen, you might want to drop the towel." She might as well use her pokemon to clean off her best friend from the Wailord-spit she was covered in.

Hercules trotted over to his trainer, stopping and staring at Faleen. "Dile?" What had happened to this girl?

Hiromi, however, was busy pawing through the sand, looking for pretty shells and rocks to collect and maybe have her trainer bring home. A little farther up, something sparkling caught her eye and as she started to approach it, she felt her fur begin to stand on end and her skin prickle. "Vee....."

'Faleen you might want to drop the towel'

This statement raised the question "why?" but in conjunction with Kofuku calling her Totodile over, it didn't take long to understand what she wanted to do.
"ah, no no no" holding a hand up and shaking her head in a clear gesture to the pink haired grunt.
"I'll take care of this myself."
Her grin was a little weak as she handed the towel up to Kofuku, and started to work to get her boots off. it was difficult, considering how slimy her hands and laces were.

Tossing them higher onto the beach so they would not be washed away by the tide, Faleen pushed herself stiffly to her feet, keeping her eyes down, trying to smooth off some of the sand still clinging to her, she made her way back toward the beach to get rinsed off, not looking to happy about the situation.

The squirtle was surprised by this sudden Pidgeot attack. Those weren't supposed to be around here! She waddled back towards the water as quickly as she could when the bird attacked, she launched herself through the air to dodge.
Good thing the cooler wasn't far from the water... The albino squirtle managed to get herself turtle-waist deep into the ocean before she turned and launched a bubble attack at the bird.

The albino Squirtle was not expecting to be hit from behind. The powerful jet of water launched the tiny turtle pokemon further down the shore, away from the gathering of Rockets.

Nyx was bent over, stuffing another nice big shell in her bag, when she heard a loud splash. What was that? She stood and looked out at the water.

A large white-ish shell poked out of the water. The scientist waded into the water to investigate.

"Sq-squiiirt?" A curled white tail stuck out from one end of the shell and a head poked out and looked around in a daze.

Nyx gasped. A wild Squirtle! And an albino one! Nyx grabbed a spare pokeball from her bag and threw it, not remembering that she'd have to weaken it first.
Amazingly, though, the Squirtle was sucked into the pokeball and remained inside it.

"Wha.... WOO!" Nyx snatched up her new pokemon's ball and ran clumsily back to the group.
"GUYYYYS! LOOK WHAT I GOT!!!"