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Itzal watched the entire commotion with the rest of the Caravan as he rested his sore paws. Others seemed to join the group, rolling in with different methods. The appearance of the Mewtwo had made the Raikou nearly get up and investigate it, however he had decided against it, for now. Possibly later he might check the other pokemon out.

He was about to close his golden eyes when he saw that, the one who given him food earlier was putting things away. The large creature moved to his paws and padded his way over to Shina giving her a slight nudge with a small growl. He was asking if there was anything that he could do to help.

"It is a lovely day," Shina answered Koorie.

Turning to the Raikou that nudged her, Shina gave it an absent scratch behind the ears. "Thanks, but I don't need help this moment. We'll get you set up with saddlebags tonight."

Delah was suddenly soaking wet, her 'hat' having flown away, leaving her hair a mess.

She gave her brother a glare that could probably be considered searing as he broke down laughing, pointing her out to his new mewtwo friend jokingly. And took a deep, calming breath. She loved pokemon. She loved pokemon.
“Thats... Allright. I don't mind being perched on” She glared at the Horsea, a less volcanic glare than what she had given her- still giggling and sketching- brother. Oh hell. He was sketching it. Now he would show some picture of her looking awful and humiliated to everybody. Wonderful.
“I'm not so happy about being soaked. I don't have that many spare clothes”
She supposed that, if she wanted to be a pokemon center physician, she had to get used to being soaked like this. But It wasn't entirely comfortable. And she had just bathed and dried out.
“SPERRA, NO!”

Sperra leapt into action! Her charge was in DANGER. That Horsea had clearly attacked her! Nobody attacked her human children! NOBODY.
She leapt forward, growling and sparking at the Horsea. “TRIC TRIC MANE!! (HOW DARE YOU!!!)”

Jan wriggled gleefully before sketching and modifying his picture to include all of the hilarious chaos.
“This is going to be a great picture, isn't it, uhhh… “ he said to his new mewtwo friend, the brisk, practiced movements of his pencil across the sketchbook's page interrupted by a quick glance at 89585.
He pouted a bit.
“I need something to call you so that I can call you and say fun things...” he said, grumbling slightly even as he delightedly doodled the scene unfolding in front of him.
“I can't just say 'Hey you' because that would be rude...”
He made a mistake, but he had to capture this scene before it faded from memory. No time to erase. He could always go back and make it even better (not that he ever did).


((0.0 How do I battle? Do I battle? SHOULD I battle?))

Natalie watched the chaos happen, "Hmmm..." she looked at Dusty, "Do you think they need help?"

"{It looks like that Rapidash has it under control.}" Dusty shrugged and opened her trainer's backpack and searched for more fruit.

"Was that a no?" Natalie let out a small laugh before she lifted Dusty out of her backpack and zipped it closed.

"{No! I want a berry!}" the Emolga started to chase the backpack around her trainer.

"I'll let you crawl into my backpack if you assist Rasha." Natalie reply to Dusty, You need to get to know other Pokemon anyway.

"{Fine!}" Dusty flew over to the Manectric, "{Clam down! Why are you so mad?}"

"Ummm . . . " the experiment replied, almost drawled, sliding a quizzical eye over the sudden disturbance and chance of a battle. Unfortunately, her sense of empathy only extended to that of humans and not Pokemon; she wasn't raised around them long enough to understand their need to protect and fight each other. Instead, she cast the battle off as something incredibly bothersome and shied away from Jan a bit as she continued her reply. "You can call be by my numbers though! Everyone seems to shorten it to 89585 . . . my real number code is really, really long . . . "

Cetus, minding her own like a few others in the caravan, was caught off guard by the sound of a haughty Manectric. It was a booming voice of authority, something she reflexively stood attention to and reveled with embarrassment that she did. Life outside Team Galactic and inside it were blending into one. She was getting so used to her duties as a grunt that commands outside the base were being reacted to on alert alone. Her life of an actor seemed to be floating away . . .

"Ah!" Mrs Pearls cried, rushing over with her Purrloin at her heel as she half-ran, half-walked to the upcoming battle. Half of her really wanted to see the two duke it out and rip each other apart. Her latter half, though, acted as if she was generally worried and wanted no boo-boos to kiss.

Her heel smashed and stopped right before the two and a few lengths from Rasha. Both her palms caught her forearms and she hugged them, swaying a little bit in mock concern.

"Oh, please don't battle!" she cried gently, scrunching her face up. "Someone's going to get hurt!"

((XD It's okay Ryuu))

Doyle frowned and began to think of who to ask about a ride. It didn't appear that many had pokemon that were capable of carrying more than one trainer. In fact there were many bicycles scattered around. Apparently most people in this caravan were riding bikes. He then heard the pokemon call out followed by a command from the girl named Shina to break it up. Ah yes that Shina girl had said she was the leader of the caravan. Perhaps she would know what they could do to keep up as they traveled.

"Be right back Eliza." He muttered before walking over to Shina. "Um excuse me. I couldn't help but notice that most of the people in the caravan are either traveling by bike or by pokemon. My friend and I don't have pokemon capable of carrying us so we were wondering if there was something else we could use to keep up." His Archen, Archie, squawked a little as he tried to settle back on Doyle's shoulder. The quick walk had almost unseated him.

Sperra glared at Rasha and then at the annoying squirrel.
“RIKE! Grrrrr...” (I'm angry because this horsea tried to attack MY human pup! Get out of my way!)
She crouched, upset enough to try to take them all on, even though her actual battling ability was mediocre at best. Still, she growled and sparked, all the rage of a mother riled up to protect her pups.

Delah had no desire to get Sperra hurt. She had first aid skills, but these were all battle trained pokemon! Sperra could get VERY badly hurt. And Delah, for all her bluster and grousing, loved the Manetric that treated them as her own pups.
“Sperra... Stop.” she said, softer now. She approached her Manetric slowly.

Jan stared at the drawing he had sketched out. It was good, okay even... He would have to go back to it, but here was this touching moment about to happen between his sister and Sperra! He couldn't MISS it!
He flipped a page.
“8...9... uhhh...” he looked up at the mewtwo “Why do you have numbers for a name?” he asked, his face perplexed.
“Its hard to remember...” He pouted... then his eyes widened.
“Oh, sorry! I mean, If you want me to call you that, I guess I can try, I mean I'll mess it up a bunch 'accause I cant remember numbers so well but...” he flushed, embarassed and hoping he hadn't hurt the experiment's feelings. He didn't want to hurt her feelings: he liked her! She was fun! A fun new friend.
He didn't notice her slight shy away... if he had, he probably would have mood-swung over to hyperactive anxiety. But he didn't.
He scrunched up his face and tried again.
“8...5...9... uh...” This was HARD “8... 5?” He opened an eye hopefully.
“Did I get it right?”

Delah approached gently. “Sperra. Its okay. I'm okay, just a bit wet and embarassed.” she said, her voice soothing. She had practiced it, though she wasn't extremely good at it yet.
“Calm down, Sperra. I'm okay. You're okay.”
She reached out a hand and wrapped her arms around her Manetric's mane, hugging her gently.
Of course, being completely wet and then hugging a riled electric type pokemon was not the most brilliant thing to do. Fortuantely, it was just a nasty static shock that singed her clothes and made Sperra's floofed-out staticy fur fall considerably flatter from the release of the shock. Delah winced, but pretended it hadn't hurt. She had to calm Sperra down before someone got hurt! Besides her. She would need some burn salve...

Jan, seeing it out of the corner of his eye, was briefly distracted from his attempts to remember the frustrating name of his new friend, to draw the touching scene. He smiled to himself. Sometimes Delah could be a hard time, but this picture would show that she was a good person. He made it simple, focusing on the mood of love in the picture and on the manetric and girl. He thought it was adorable.

Sperra was surprised out of her battle preparations by the hug and resulting grounding of her electric charge. She turned around to nuzzle Delah... then realized that all these pokemon and humans were staring at her with concern. Her ears went down. She nuzzled Delah again, seemingly reassured, though part of it was a sudden realization of how outclassed she was. She had to pick her battles, otherwise the bad pokemon would get her pups as well!
She gave the Horsea a look that definitely implied that she wasn't going to forget its actions... and moved so that she was equidistant from Jan and Del. For some reason, she just couldnt get a charge going, and so her mood was... calmer.

Jan smiled at his picture. It had turned out well.

Del knelt down to the ground a bit, fatigued somewhat.
“Ah... Does anybody have some Burn salve I can use? I would be grateful.” she asked, calmly, primly, and politely. Back to her old self and somewhat regretting her course of action.

They had their own bikes, too. Somewhat rusted, but well loved and equipped with things to put their items in.
Jan was certainly in condition to ride... but Del... She was tired. She knew she needed more practice calming pokemon, but this was the first time she had actually tried to calm a fully enraged pokemon with just words...
Even though it was a pokemon she knew as well as her brother, and one that adored her... it had still been taxing. And she had been injured.

“Ah...” she said, noting the packing plans, tiredly, “Are we... leaving?”

Jan, meanwhile, obliviously showed off his drawing to his new friend. He would think of her as 'Pretty' the pretty pokemon person, not the numbers... though he would try calling her that. So very hard he would try.