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Kohl nodded a mute greeting to the other trainers, and shrugs at Zeke's question. She isn't going to cage Worf unless she has to, so she can't say no if someone else wants their Pokemon out.

She'd just finished constructing a carry pack using a beach towel pilfered from the ship, and was securing it to her electrike's back when the grunting calls started echoing up the corridor towards them. She stood, testing the edge of her knife.. "Worf, you're a father now. You're responsible for that egg. Don't give me that look. Get int there. Follow that raichu's lead. Don't get too close. Bidoof are nothing, but eggs are delicate."

"Eh, it's not so bad here." The hiker says, stretching her arms above her head. "If we run out of food, there'll be plenty of bidoof if we ration them properly."

Worf: 95hp

Bidoof 1: 0
Bidoof 2: 10hp

((dang, too slow, first pair refer to an already unconscious foe. Ok to refer to 2nd pair only for damage?))

((I am so sorry, guys. I was out for most of the day without meaning to be, so I didn't see this part until late evening and I fell asleep reading it. >_>; Hopefully today won't be the same.

EDIT: Aaaand it seems like I was a little too eager to catch up, so I'm going to read everything before re-rolling and re-posting. If I'm already too late to be interacting (seeing as I passed my time limit), please just go ahead and ignore my post(s).))

Why had he signed up to go on this trip again? Right, because it was free, he thought it would be interesting to explore, and that it would be safe. Somehow his incorrect assumption of the last overruled the benefits of the former two. After all, what would any of it mean if they never came back alive? An island dense with foliage in the middle of the ocean - breathtakingly beautiful or not - was no place for a city kid who'd grown up on the streets.

As the 16-year-old slowly recovered from the second (literally) earth-shattering event, Shawn heard faint voices close by. At first he thought they had belonged to a group of native cannibals or something, but soon enough his vision adjusted to the darkness around him and he recognized the voice of at least one other person.

Attempting to get up, he was relieved to find that he had still had the bright red lifeguard floatation device strapped diagonally to his back like a sword. At first it'd felt kind of silly to be carrying around, but by now he was glad to have had it. It had broken his fall when the earth had crumbled beneath them.

What was more was that the pokemon egg he'd been given by a child at the Daycare Center was safe, nestled cozily in one of the larger pockets of his over-sized long coat. He sighed heavily in relief as he felt for it and found it still in once piece. So far, so good. He hadn't quite wanted to be responsible for another's life, but he worried what would happen to it if it was left behind and never claimed. Maybe once whatever-it-was hatched, he could let it go. Hopefully it would be independant enough to do so.

((And once more, I demonstrate my inability and forgetfulness to count/read/remember/roll. sweatdrop ))

Lifting the black strap across his shoulders, Shawn took the narrow, bright red floatation device and swated at the Bidoof. What he hadn't counted on was that his lack of a pokemon also meant a lack of proper defense. With no pokemon to take his damage for him, he had to endure the attacks of the wild creatures himself. Whatever, he thought grimly, trying not to sink any deeper into the despair he already felt. At least if I die here, they won't have to worry about burrying me. We're already below ground-level and this place is enough like a tomb as it is.

The cryptic message that Jeo had sorted out earlier repeated himself earlier. No matter how he tried to rationalize, accept, or numb himself to the idea of it, the teen did not want to die here. He was pretty certain none of the others did either, but at least they were pokemon trainers. He realized with some resentment that he happened to be the weakest and least-prepared out of his whole group.

Miraculously, however, the kid managed to beat the willpower out of the last, weakened wild pokemon so that it fainted. Whew. he hoped there wouldn't be any more anytime soon. Glancing at the rest of the group, he hoped they would ignore his odd, wimpy attempt at an attack, there. Smiling sheepishly, he gave a small, single wave before stepping back among the others in an attempt to shake off any attention he'd happened to draw to himself. That was embarrassing...

Shawn: 100 hp

Bidoof 1: 0 hp
Bidoof 2: 0 hp

Kohl is silently impressed by the teen's performance with the flotation device. The marmot-thing is defeated, but she doesn't make move to catch it.

((pass))

(Pass)

Finally! They were unconscious. But probably not for long. Plus he knew nothing about these pokemon. What if they hated trainers? Better not use his one pokeball on this creature.

"Sorry," he apologized to the rest of his teammates, slipping the flotation-thing under an arm. He didn't know how soon he would need it again. "I'll try to be quicker next time."

(( Waiting on Neko_no_Yami to reply to the bidoofs, but whoever's next to roll a random event can go ahead and do so. ))

When the bidoofs scatter, 5 mysterious coins were left behind, one for each of you.

(( Dah! Neko, your sig art is so cute!! *___* ))

The bidoof rolled back into the shadows from whence it came, vowing to return again. It left behind 5 mysterious coins, one for each of you... how odd.

Xander pocketed the new coin by him and started to walk in the direction that Shadow has suggested only for a trap to activate. He yelped and fell on his rear end when an arrow came by and gave him a sizable gash on his arm.

(HP: 75 ~ Eats a Sitrus Berry to bring it back up to full health)