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Well... there it was. Moloch's new squeaky toy was broke. Newton fainted. He was all of maybe eleven levels, and the loving crunch attack was a one hit K.O. Unconscious Newton deflated and flopped like a soccer ball that needed more air. No more squeaking.

Oh hey! A Jolteon! Those were cute! Nyx leaned over to pet the silly-bow having pokemon.
"Aren't you a cutie!" Nyx coo'd.

"Sounds good to me!" Cal couldn't help but shift in her seat, it was a habit. She would begin in a relaxed manner, for the most part, and end up standing up by the end. Her toes curled on the floor and she shifted a little again. She was sitting up, moving the joystick anxiously for the match to begin. It was time to block out anything that didn't involve the game and get in the grove of things. She hadn't played for a while but she wouldn't let that handicap her.

Squeaksqueaksqueaksquea-pop!

Mouth half-open, Moloch pawed at the fainted Drifloon experimentally and bit him again, just to be sure.

Yes, it was sad but true. His squeaker was gone.

The Arcanine rolled to his paws, rumpling bedding, and stood with the Drifloon in his teeth. Newton's strings hung down from the corners of his mouth, giving the dog a mustached look. Maybe he could find someone to play tug of war. Let's see.. he briefly considered his owner, decided she was busy, then trotted off.

"Five lives with medium rate of item drops-"

A damp, deflated Drifloon plopped on Nyx's head. Moloch went 'whurff' behind her, feathery tail wagging hopefully.

Meanwhile, under the couch, something rustled.

The dark Jolteon's velvety nose twitched something fierce as her the rest of her muzzle seemed to crinkle under the stench. Those humans thought they had it bad? Try having the nose of a Pokemon and smelling it. Though an expression of distaste seemed to lingering upon her features, Battery did note the invitation from the brown haired girl. Though she lifted her haunches and padded over, there was this sort of air to the dark maned Pokemon that seemed to hold some sort of distrust. All the same, she crept onto the couch cushion, looking at the girl with the blue eevee on her lap. Her fur ruffled and stood on end when a human with fluffy white hair touched her. Her red eyes looked up.

"Jolt...?" She wasn't particularly shy, but she also was not used to such attention. It was almost like she had completely forgotten her life prior to her current human, the one called 1337.

The short girl marched, leading the way for this "Serena" to the bathrooms. When they were far enough away from the Rec center, she began to speak in a very business-like manner.

"Agent, I have to say, that is the shoddiest attempt at undercover work that I have seen."

It would seem that "Serena" was getting called out.

"You are aware that one of my specialties is as an undercover agent, yes?" He probably didn't, since Kunai was not exactly the most social of the Elite Agents. They continued to walk, the small pink-haired girl leading the way. Yet, it soon enough became more evident that she was not leading him the right way. When they both stopped, they were standing in front of the men's restroom.

"Hurry up before you explode, Agent." The sharpness of her voice was hint enough that this was a direct order.

Even the Arcanine had no affect on her as she commenced in the battle. This was so exciting! They should do this more often. Damage was dealt and taken, increasing the tension in the air-the air around her at least. She kept a straight face but let out quite obscenities as her character was hit. "Oh trust me." She laughed out, "You will be the one with the butter on your hands."

Lilith chuckled. "Please. You two are gonna be the ones with butter on your hands, while I'm gonna be high and dry." She grabbed a item that was falling and released it, only having it miss Jen's character. She growled and continued tapping the buttons furiously, doing her best to ignore the Pokemon around the couch.

Sorano's back went an angled 118 degrees to a full vertical 180.

"Y-Yessums, ma'am!" he cried just out of fear. Holy Miltank, was the room filling with invisible Wailords or was his pressure just rising?

Hands clenched at his sides, he once never took his eyes off of the leering piece of sharpened metal the Elite played with like a toy. Mental images of him popping like a Drifloon and flying off like his once beloved annoyingly lime green speedo popped into his head. Oh, he wished he would not end up under the same fate. He listened with his lip somewhat quivering. This little moment was felt no better than his times with dear old mamma. Arceus, rest her soul . . . even if she isn't dead yet. Just rest her soul soon . . . please.

Glancing at the bobby pins, Sorano clasped them between forefinger and thumb. He stared at them timidly before directing his attention back to Kunai. Oh goodness, that weapon again. Towards her statements, he nodded vigorously until his brain jumped and bounced against the sides of his skull.

"Y-Yessums ma'am!" he repeated. It seemed to be the only statement his throat could mutter out.