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Name: Tedan (Hunter)
Golem: A very stereotypical female witch. Seriously, she has a pointy hat and broom... "She" is calling herself Cara
Profession: The broom is still with "her" and she is a part-time trainer but works in a Pokecenter
Team: Litwick (starter), Skiploom, Hawlucha, Starly, Flaaffy, Ekans

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OPTION 2

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Cara frowned at the computer, the message, the fact that the person wasn't answering... the mystery of it all. "This is stupid," she muttered, very close to just leaving the lab entirely and getting on with her day. She had wanted to go outside down and maybe try to do some Pokemon hunting...

Suddenly, the Professor moved. And started talking, rambling really, about who knew what. Cara rolled her eyes and started to push past people, just... done with all of this crap by now. The man was obviously not even doing his job right.

Just about the time she was almost to the door, the pager started beeping frantically and the Professor screamed for everyone to get out. Turning with a frown, Cara tried to see what was going on ... and was knocked off her feet by a huge wave of pressure. She fell just outside the door and so got a prime view of the chaos outside the lab. Explosions. People screaming. Buildings crumbling to dust in seconds, cars upside down, Pokemon and people both running around frantically.

At first, she didn't even look toward the source of it all, the Legendary Pokemon now at the gym. Instead, she focused in on on older man that was halfway trapped under a car, scrabbling at the concrete. An older woman, probably his wife, was hobbling toward him, sobbing. Cara scrambled to her feet and went to help the woman get over to the car. "Wait, wait. Just... hang on a second," she muttered to them both, as the woman fell to her knees and tried ineffectually to help somehow. Yanking out a Pokeball, she threw it in the general direction of the car. "Hawlucha! Come help us out."

The Pokemon appeared and looked around, focusing instantly on the Yveltal. He stared to spread his wings to fly in that direction when a shout from his trainer and partner stopped him. "Hold on, we'll get to that in a minute. Can you lift up the car?" The Pokemon looked at the car and nodded decisively. Easy. It grabbed the back end and lifted up with a bit of effort, allowing Cara and the woman to drag the man out from under it.

"Thank you, thank you so much, young lady..." the couple babbled.

"No big deal, we should..."

"Wait!" the man called, and pressed something into her hands just as Cara took off toward the battle. "Thank you again!"

(( Obtained ATK UP. On your next battle move, add +10 more damage to your final tally ))

[ Maple - worst pokemon trainer ever
team - Deerling, Braixen, Mismagius, Vivillon, Deino ]

Maple immediately regretted coming here. There had been the hope that maybe taking a few extra days to travel to a further city, battle a few trainers along the way and buff up her team could maybe finally result in gaining a badge. (She wouldn't embarrass herself at a local gym, yadda yadda).

But now instead of stepping into a new city that she had expected to be full of lights and sounds, the young trainer was walking into utter chaos. People were screaming, there was a gaping hole where something used to be, so much running and gigantic looming Pokemon above them all.

Yes, she wanted to turn around right then and there but as she tried to remove herself from the chaos, the cries of someone nearby caught her attention. As much as she wanted to escape, how much would she totally suck for just totally leaving someone behind that was in dire need.

Maple groaned as she scampered to where the young boy had found himself trapped under some random debris that had been covered with the weird tar like substance and a little bit of fire. The groaning of her's didn't stop, she had no time to really assess the situation and figure out the best plan to get the child out except grab his arms and pull. Thankfully with his little body, getting him out hadn't been too difficult; his inability to rescue himself had been more from shock and being scared that something had fallen on him.

However, as simple as it had been, as soon as his foot gave way and found itself free the rest of the small structure came down completely. The bits of wood and tar clattered everywhere and Maple's groans turned into cries from the contact that resulted. It wasn't severe but it still hurt like hell (and she was regretting this decision).

"I'm so sorry!" The little boy squeaked, managing to come to his senses when he realized what had happened and quickly rummaged through his burnt and torn bag for that potion thing that relieved burns. "You-you helped me.. and you got hurt," he too looked like he wanted to cry as he fumbled with the little spray and managed to apply it to her arms.

"I-it's okay..." Though part of her didn't believe that exactly, at least the spray was doing its job now and it didn't hurt as badly. "P-please g-go somewhere s-safe... f-find your f-family maybe?" So maybe she could also flee.

He didn't say anything at first, but then maybe he didn't have to as realization struck Maple. Oh, he was on his Pokemon journey as well, obviously younger than she was but first starting out maybe. "Oh... um..." She stammered, ready to apologize when he shook his head. "No.. i-it's okay. I think... do you think it would be okay to stick with you?" Honestly, she couldn't think of why he would want to. "And... I want to make sure you're alright..." Oh, he still felt bad. That made more sense.

"A-alright..." Maple mumbled, also unsure of why she agreed.

Although it was the extensive low rumble that initially caught her attention (was.. was that a groan?), Lareina's eyes fell upon that of a woman with a boy, her arms looking worse for wear. "You haven't fled yet?" She asked the duo incredulously, "If you're staying to fight, need me to look at your arms?" Chansey gave a trill of encouragement, indicating that she was ready for any work, and Lareina herself always carried her med pack around featuring an assortment of bandages and potions.

The healer wondered what happened with the rest of her newfound acquaintances, hoping to run into them through the chaos if only to ensure their survival. Not that she cared, of course. Just, uh, curious. Yeah. She kept her eyes open for spotting any other injured passerbys.

Crimson-Artist//Team: Smergle, Scyther, Scrafty//Option 2

Crimson had been wrong about things before, but boy, they were wrong about this. The madness that was the professor's lab was nothing that could have readied him for the madness that was soon to follow as the legendary pokemon seemed content to make it's own way into the building and-

Smergle somehow got out of their pokeball. "Oh hey buddy." The pokemon just lifted their tail and opened their mouth, a while before pointing towards the currently rampaging legendary.
"Hrm yes. It's a bit avante guarde but you know how these things can be."

Taking stock of everyone the Artist looked to their pokemon then at their pokemon pointing at the many people needing help.
"Right-o. I'll help get some of these people out of here miss!" He called to the birdkeeper who'd been at the computer. "Then I'll back you up. Smergle no, we can paint an epic battle later-"

Lure-Ranger- Charizard, Chimecho, Roselia, Azumarill, Magnemite
[Option 2]

As a pokemon ranger, it was in the sort of unwritten code you didn't mess with legendary pokemon. If you saw one, you left it the heck alone and let it do it's thing. Didn't matter if it was rampaging in the woods but in the city? Okay, different story. Lure was 99% sure that as a ranger he wasn't supposed to let this be happening. Pokemon belonged free in the wild and not bothered and legendary pokemon not uh-
well.

Destroying the city and killing people. That was kind of a huge downer. So far, the only one who seemed to know what was going on or how to possibly defeat this thing was one cherri berry beer soaked pokemon professor so-
"Hey, Professor fermentation!" Lure still had the photo of the one other legendary on hand.

The problem was they had to find where the professor went then ask if the guy knew what was the up and up- and if there even was a way to beat a legendary pokemon that currently was dead set on wrecking the city. (not entirely likely) The smoke was thick but they had to at least try.

"Professor! Hey- Professor!"

[[Trying to locate the Professor]]

Faction: Sin (Hunter) / Pokemon Ranger
Golem: Vampire
Team: (To be added/changed)




Pokemon. Professor. Lab. City. The mental checklist led him to one conclusion. Was this... Pokemon? POKEMON? Sin's expression resembled an excited child, a rare expression on the usually mature male's face. There were even poke balls....?! Best world reincarnation ever, suffused with childhood amazingness. He should have given himself an A+ to opening the book that would have led him here. He was so dazzled that the destroyed lab and the odd professor wasn't enough to deter him.

But.. that large pokemon attacking that city might have been enough to jar him back onto the dangers of reality. Of course.." He told himself, tilting his head to the right with a dry smile. Shielding his eyes, he recognized the attacker as a legendary pokemon. Not quite sure which legendary, as that was beyond his generation gap, but he was pretty sure the danger level remained the same. Crazy antics would include the fire, laser beams, lightning strikes, and what not. Come to think of it, was Pokemon that different from his daily life? In terms of oddity, weirdness, and powers, they might have been tied with each other. Which probably made Sin well-equipped to deal with their current circumstances. Instead of immediately choosing to fight, he surveyed his surroundings. There were still civilians, which would be one casualty too many if they weren't given time to escape.

Covering his mouth from the damage and smoke, he quickly shielded an elderly couple with his larger form. "Let me help you out." He gestured as he led them to safety.

"Uh- no.." He struggled to give back their prized item as the lady dropped it into his hands to show their gratitude. When they retreated too far for him to return it, he rubbed the back of his neck- realizing that there might be some use for it. Come to think of it, in the games, didn't random people give you random stuff? Was this an NPC interaction?!

Who was that- Oh right. Sin recognized that umbrella. The golem was a different story. If you could still call that a golem. Trying to rearrange his eyes to see October as an actual human (since that golem was seriously resembling something from a horror film with his sludge-like movements, like Sadako from the Grudge), Sin tried to remember the issue at hand.

"Pokemon. Legendary. Burning City. Missing Professor. Duck." Putting a hand on October's head forcefully to push him down before he could try to get up from his earlier fall, they narrowly missed a laser beam followed by a flying chair.

Keeping an eye out for any more flying projectiles, Sin had to ask. "Seriously. are you still functional? Don't tell me you just woke up from a nap. Or were you sleeping throughout the whole thing??" No, don't answer that October. POKEMON WAS SUCH A COOL WORLD, NOBODY COULD SLEEP THROUGH IT ((╬●∀●) Best let Sin think October had another reason..

Faction: Sin (Hunter Trainee) / Pokemon Ranger
Golem: Vampire
Team: (To be added/changed)



"There's no difference." Sin's expression was the flattest expression that one would ever see on his face. Those dead eyes that belied that all of his expectations of October had just gone out the window, in a different direction entirely.

But then came the finishing question. Why are we catching pokemon? Sin gave him an aghast look that asked: Did you really just ask that?! He should have just.. thrown the hunter into the fray. But since Sin valued his friends, he probably wouldn't do it.

"Please.. just tell me what you have in those poke-balls. It'd probably help to decide whether or not we should attempt to fight and probably not die.." Cue another rock slide from the battle, and Sin pulling away the umbrella-wielding sludge-person in the nick of time.

Dying would suck. But if they died in a fictional world, was it a fictional death? Or a real death? What were the rules of fictional worlds anyways? Somehow, Sin had an idea that October wouldn't be able to answer that question either.