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Tyson moved on slowly through the desert as the heat was unbearable and no water was in sight. "What kind of Death Island is this?" He said to himself as he kept moving. He was determined to continue. He wasnt gonna let this heat stop him and make him turn around. He was gonna push through this no matter what. Then all of a sudden he could see a figure moving in the distance towards him. He didnt know what it was. "Hello over there!" Tyson said as he tried to wave his hand but then stopped as he saw it wasnt a person, but a pokemon. "I Think i know wwhat kind of pokemon you are." He said to himself as he tried to think of its name. "Your a Growlithe" He said as he crouched down trying not to scare it away. He put both hands in the air trying to show it, he wasnt here to hurt here. Flipped his hands back and forth to reveal he had nothing in his hands, and then slowly reached out a little ways, showing the Growlithe it was ok to come closer to him. "Its ok, im not gonna hurt you." He said to it.

As one might readily expect, the Aerodactyl wasn't willing to allow such a helpless little morsel escape her grasp. Kicking sharply off the ground, and with several heavy beats of her wings, the ancient predator would rise into the air...and then almost immediately descend. Her intent was clear, to trap the child beneath her weight and prevent his escape!

[EDIT: Escape Successful]

Ms. Blackwood stepped off the boat, setting down her Snivy, once they were off. The girl shrugged off her coat, folded it, and put it away into a small, brown leather messenger bag, which she brought so she could carry the item her Professor requested of her more easliy. After adjusting the strap onto her shoulder, she set off into the island's forest. "Capture a pokemon, and find a Chrono Stone... whatever that may be." she thought to herself, thinking about her mission. The girl was familiar with the evolutionary stones, but she never heard of a Chrono Stone. Sensing his trainer was stressing out, already about finding the stone, Molly's Snivy, Kage nudged his trainer, gently. Snapping back to reality, Molly smiled down at her pokemon, as they continued to walk. "Right, let's focus on one thing at a time. After all, Professor Rook told her that I would know the stone, when I see it."

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The bushes ahead of the young girl would begin to rustle, a number of loud, varied cries greeting her ears. It was difficult to discern over the shear volume of the shouts, but they almost seemed like a militaristic cheer. Travelling further, Molly would be faced with a truly odd sight...yet one not so uncommon in the midsts of these woods. Gathered in a large clearing before her, was an immense number of Grass-Types, all clothed in things weaved from ashen black leaves. At their head, standing atop a large stump with his arms held together across his prickly chest was a Cacnea. Like the others he too wore clothing made of black leaves; a mask and cloak which added to his fiendish appearance. He grinned maliciously as he raised his arms, and once more the Grass-Types loosed a conjoined cry. ">This! THIS IS OUR FIRST STEP!<" He called out loud for all to hear ">We shall march from this forest and take our rightful place! Together my brothers and sisters, we shall rule the world! MWUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!<" The Cacnea cackled, his voice carrying surprisingly well. It would seem he was in the middle of some sort of speech...and thus, neither he nor the crowd had noticed the child. Molly had a choice; to pass the gathering by, or to step forth and interfere.

((Yes, yes it does.))

With the sound of that single thud the entire congregation would turn to face the girl. ">Intruder! GET HER! WE CANNOT ALLOW HER TO STAND IN THE WAY OF OUR PLANS!!!<" The Cacnea roared, thrusting one thorn covered arm outward. Molly, unable to understand the words, would simply find herself surrounded by a number of the widest, dewiest eyes she had ever witnessed. Though they dressed in a sinister fashion, each Grass-Type present was remarkably soft skinned, their bodies small even for one of their species. A realization would come to at least one of them...each of the Cacnea's followers were no more then children. Hatchlings, fresh from the egg and easy to manipulate to ones cause. All the fully grown Pokemon knew better then to follow the whims of this illusion Cacnea, but children could be easily swayed.

Eyes swiftly beginning to tear, the entire crowd would give a conjoined scream, then take off running into the forest. They had never seen a human before, and so to them Molly was no less then some horrible white haired monster. The Cacnea would be forced to breath a sigh, smacking one fist against his own head ">So hard to find good help these days...<" He would brush his cape aside as he spoke, stepping toward the end of his stage ">Very well, I shall take care of you myself! Wail in dismay mortals, for you are met with this worlds greatest evil!<" He could declare, grabbing the end of his cloak and pulling it over his face to increase his sinister appearance ">I am the Poison Shadow, the Lingering Plague, the Dark Blight upon this world, and the Infected Thorn Forever in the Side of Justice...I...<" The Grass-Type would fling his arms out, grinning broadly ">AM CACNEA CHAOS!!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!<"


Cacnea [M]
Lv 3
Nature: Naughty
Stats:
HP:16/PP:21/ATK:12/DEF:8/SPD:8/SP-ATK:11/SP-DEF:8
MOVES:
- Poison Sting
- Dark Pulse
- Nasty Plot

((You know, I sincerely though I'd replied to that. Apparently not...also, from now on, add what Page the post was on. Rolls are still a factor lad.))

[FUMBLE! -1 TO SNOVER'S ATTACK ROLLS!]

Unfortunately for the walking spruce, his icy attack would hit just about everything except for the Kecleon. Snow covering the branches and sliding off to strike the ground. The particular reason for this epic failure on his part would make itself known by the simple, yet sudden, appearance of the Kecleon two feet behind him. Almost as soon as the reptile had made his way into the tree, he'd jumped free to confuse his enemy. It wasn't about where you were, but where everyone else thought you to be!

Spreading out those savage claws, the Kecleon lunged forward. It was time to do a little logging.

Either luck or fate it would seem were with the Snover, the Kecleon's claws sweeping through the air only a fraction of a second after the snow covered fir had moved forward. Of course, the Ice-Type would never manage to jump over the Kecleon...or even really jump. Built like a stump...literally...with feet like roots, and a severe lack of legs, anything more then hopping was beyond a Snover's ability. Still, the Pokemon had managed to stumble out of the Guardian's reach; once more forcing him into the typical defense of turning invisible.

Ami blinked a couple times. What happened? She shook her head and turned to face the Shieldon. Her face started to blush... who was this magnificent creature? Her brown eyes brightened. ">You are absolutely stunning to look at.<" She bleated shyly. As she said that, the Deerling started to charge forward. She wanted to give him a warm welcome by gently hitting him on the side. But with the speed she was going at, and the momentum she was gaining... it would seem that this was going to be more of a violent act.

x1 Potion
x2 Pokeballs

Starter Pokemon: Deerling -Winter Form- [F]
Name & Level: Ami | Level 2
[Temperament] Gentle
Stats: HP:13/15 PP:17 ATK:8 DEF:6 SPD:8 SP-ATK:7 SP-DEF:7
MOVES:
- Tackle
- Camoflauge
EXP: 65/100

Injuries: 1/5
[6/10]