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((Hey y'all, how have you been? Good? Well, despite what she wants you to think, Salieri's not doing so well. Sal's going through a weird point in her life. So naturally, her theme song is going to change as well. I've updated her profile with the new one and kept in the old for your listening pleasure. So here's the new song, which I think has a pretty accurate name))

Before Hexum even found Zack in Nacrene City, he felt Jump's Aura leap from one area to another. Tracking down a speedster was difficult for anybody, although Aura based trackers had an easier time. From a distance, he could tell that Jump had reentered the Pinwheel Forest. So the Lucario made his way back to where he started from, walking at a normal pace. If he used his own Extremespeed, he might miss his trainer.

On the way there, he felt a bubbling negative emotion coming from a lone child in a field. Most Lucario could read minds as well as emotions, but telepathy was an ability Hexum lost in the same accident that made him blind. In turn, his empathy was increased.

It was tough for Hexum to ignore such a pained feeling. He had learned over the years to go about his day without intervening in the lives of everyone that was upset around him.

This was a special case. For one thing, a forest fire just burned down a national forest. And this boy sat just on the outskirts. Perhaps it had effected him personally? In times of disaster, Hexum found that human emotions spiked to very high levels.

Jump can wait.

The blindfolded Lucario approached Luka, then remembered the reaction Zack's son and his friends gave him when he began to speak. Ah well. This would just be another person freaked out by his behavior. Hexum was used to being the black sheep among both humans and pokemon. It was the burden that came with his power.

"Are you alright?" asked the pokemon.

Hexum stood perfectly still, blinking a few times under his blindfold. Usually, it was humans that were taken aback when they first talked with him. Being in the reverse situation -for totally different reasons- was awkward for him to say the least.

...Uh...I did not see that coming.

The Lucario rubbed his chin.

"That's...erm...wow."

He scratched the back of his head.

"Well, uh...oh, Castelia? My trainer has a car, if you want a ride. To Castelia." Hexum gulped. A short silence ensued.

"He's a good person to talk to about this...uh...kind of...stuff."

Hexum sighed. "I don't know. Would it hurt to try?"

The Lucario reached out, letting the blade of grass weave through his fingers. "I'll be honest, I felt your emotion from the entrance to the city. Sorry if you think that's a private sort of feeling. It's just what I do."

The blade of grass danced around his paw, and he moved his paw through the air to guide it through the wind. "You aren't the only one I feel. There are many people around who are hurting from things that happened this afternoon. Their auras flow unnaturally, stuck on bad feelings like driftwood caught on a rock in the stream."

Hexum put his hand down, and the blade of grass was freed from his grasp. The air current carried it away. "But they will not stay that way forever. They have already begun to unlodge themselves from what was crushing them before. They continue to flow."

"I cannot pretend to know the depth of what you're stuck on. But I can assure you that you won't feel that way for as long as you think you will. Like the rest of them, you'll fix yourself again. It's human nature."

Luka smiled at the Lucario, "Thanks." He sat quietly for a moment and then stood up. He held out his hand to the Lucario, "My name's Luka. What's yours?"

Just then, Luka realised something. He was talking to a Pokémon. A Pokémon that could probably communicate just as well with other Pokémon. Maybe he could find out what Kai, Tayla and Squirt were thinking. That N guy said that he could talk to Pokémon and that had made Luka really want to know what his own Pokémon talked about considering he couldn't understand them.

"Hey, can you talk to other Pokémon too?"

Henrietta jumped a bit at Kijin's arrival and she turned to face him. She was tired - and it showed. Top it off with the scab that ran down her face and across her fingers. She felt it, too. Sore, tired, she didn't have time to deal with this guy. She hadn't been given a badge for him either, as he hadn't gone to Pinwheel Forest to take part in the recovery of the skull.

The tired girl squeaked quietly at Kijin in response, like she didn't have the energy to humor him with actual words. Her eyes shot down to her C-Gear, seeing wherever Eunmi was.

"Who the ******** opened the ball!" shouted one of the officers.

Had it never been locked? It didn't matter, the ******** was running around, tearing them new assholes. Kor had an evolved Earthquake. He could emit the seismic waves through a persons body, thoroughly destroying them on touch. He was doing that now, taking out Pokemon that contacted him, tearing apart attacks as they touched him. They were simply vibrated apart, like resonance. It was like fighting scalar waves.

[Come on, ********!] shouted the Pokemon who had recovered enough stamina to trash the non-factor interpol agents that had arrived on the scene courtesy of Luka. His ability kept him going, kept him from taking a direct hit.

"Driffie," spoke a woman's voice. She stood at the end of it all, purple cardigan on her small frame. She wasn't like other people, trained and fit. She didn't qualify as that, but she still boasted the world's strongest punch. What was that, you ask? Well, for another day.

Kor turned his attention toward her when she spoke. The frail looking woman with light brown hair and a Drifblim at her side.

"Release."

And then Kor felt his lungs shred and collapse, torn apart by some invisible force that force passed his lungs, ripping apart his organs and insides like they were candy. He thought he was having trouble breathing because of his injuries. It never dawned on him the reason for it.

Bridgette approached, for once having arrived in time to save the day. Luckily she'd gone by transport this time and not by a stupid evil map. She stepped casually over to Kor, the dead Krookodile, as he collapsed.

"Evolved Gust," she announced the move to the baffled people who had survived Kor's onslaught. A move that held the power of gust still, the air littered with Driffie's aura, to be released after it was breathed in by the opponent. Brutal execution.

That wasn't all, Kor wasn't the only one that had been released. From her left came Blitzle, charging with all his speed.

She twisted around to face him, a punch headed in his direction. A glow emitted from her palm, and that was all Blitzle saw before he was smashed into the police station, crushed flat and dead against the wall.

And Wailord fell to the ground with a shake of it as he was released. The secret behind the move not seen by its victims. The worlds strongest punch was no more than the release of Wailord when it was too late to dodge.

The last one came, Trubbish. He charged from behind and Bridgette released a coin with her other hand at it. Forged of Steel Aura.

"Railgun."

The Magneton at her other side responded to the order, using a magnetic rail created of aura, invisible to the naked eye, to send the coin into the opponent. Trubbish was thrown back as his momentum was overcome, hitting the floor with the coin stuck in is body.

But that wasn't the devastating part. The coin was a catalyst for moves. Such as - "thunder."

With no way to dodge it, Trubbish was destroyed by the Thunder that started from the coin, dead in an instant.

"You guys can handle the rest, right?" she asked. It was a silly question, all they had left was Albert stuck in cuffs being loaded into the transport vehicle.

Bridgette scanned the scene as she recalled Wailord. "Yep, that about does it."

((I got bored, this is a standalone post, don't go replying to it please.))

Jackie folded her arms and sighed. "This might surprise you, but even I've had trouble taking people out before."

She didn't mind giving this advice. It was something she was more comfortable talking about than most other things, actually. Besides, she'd never really liked Artemis anyway.

"Sounds like it's a confidence thing with you. You're going from being friends to trying to take her out; that's a big leap. And you're probably worried about what people are gonna think of you afterward. In my experience, their opinions don't matter.

"Look, you're just gonna have to bite the bullet here and do what you have to do. Just remember to clean up once you've got it over with."

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"Hey Sal!" Wayne grinned and the nurse crept away. Her work was done here. "Yeah, yeah... I look a mess. I fell in some mud and stuff. Probably gonna have to get some new clothes in Castelia. Once I can afford to anyway..."

He pounded his fist onto his palm.

"Oh yeah! You still have my pokémon, right? I must've passed a million wild pokémon on my way outta that forest and I couldn't train against any of them."

Kids? True, sometimes a target's children might come looking for revenge. Generally, it was a pain to deal with.

"You do it right," Jackie said, "and you won't be held responsible further down the line. I've had kids come looking for me in the past, but because I approached it right in the first place they were off my trail before they even started looking."


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Burgh?

"Did you...?" Wayne fought back a smile, "Did you just burp?"