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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → Against Shroud - RP ThreadBella seemed confused "No one asked me anything. There was a weird guy with a sneasel though


Shroud listened carefully to the voices of the trainers as her hidden microphones transmitted their conversation all the way back to her Kalosian headquarters. She pursed her lips. So. Her executives had arisen suspicion, and Mew was on to her. Perhaps that first issue could be solved by Daemon's quick lie, but what of the Mew? It was clear now that these trainers knew even less than she herself did about the mythical Pokemon. But perhaps they could be of other use... A fraction of Arceus's power, according to the trainers, had been allotted to each of them. What if she could capture them once they'd claimed it, bring them back, experiment on them, and find a way to harness it herself? So, so many possibilities.

Bella watched, intrested in the floating phone. Is that a Rotom inside?

Spiri stayed silent throughout the various exchanges, observing as she did. She had nothing really to offer towards the discussion, her having never really bothered to hear about Sinnoh and the layout of the region. She simply had listened to Mew's message, and hoped the other trainers knew what they were doing. Sunny was out beside her, as she had been since last night. She had briefly allowed her Chandelure and Houndoom out during the night, but Sunny hadn't wanted to return to it's capsule, which was fine by her, as she quite liked having a companion by her side.
Bella raised her hand quietly "I-I don't have a flying type Pokemon."

Viola thought about it. Just how Agressive was Twilight? She thought about all the battles fought and the interactions with people. Would she be gentle enough? "I'm not too sure.."

Xaiver's mind flashed back to the memory. He was about 14 years old, and his father was training with his voltorb in the small area behind the apartment where they were allowed to. Xaiver had been sitting on the ground, watching his father. He hadn't wanted one bit to join in, but his father somehow convinced him to train. A few days later, Xaiver heard his father boasting to his friends that he was going to give his spot to his son, and that he was mentoring him, and Xaiver seemed to be so dependet on him for training. Xaiver had run away for a week before he was ready to come back. Returning to the present, he gritted his teeth. Do it for Mew, he said to himself. "I don't have any Flying Pokemon," he said quietly, though it seemed to be a tremedous effort.
