Pokemon Z : Outbreak

[Spectre]

Ok! Pokemon Z, seeing as Nintendo hasn't used the title yet and this game takes place in the X/Y universe, I figured it'd be fitting. Especially since there is a pokemon zombie virus.

This is a strictly pokemon RP, no crossovers please.This RP will start in the beginning stages of the virus.



Aquacorde Town Poke'Mart, early evening.

There is a large, stout man pushing a shopping cart with a mountain of pokemon food in it.



____Trainer Profile_____

Name: Rogan

Age:24

Occupation:Pokemon Ranger

Base of Operations:Santalune Forest

Home Town: Summerland; Fiore Region

Hair Color:Dark orange

Eye Color:Green

Height: 6'2

Weight:283 LBS

Likes: Candy, Fairy types, Strength Training, Familiar Environments and people, Eating, Swimming, the Outdoors, Exercising, Completing a job, Working with Pokemon

Dislikes: Metal Music, Social Situations, Being Alone, People with an Attitude, Politics, Math, Inconsiderate People, Apathy, Loud noises. Working with People

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Unlike Rangers native to Kalos, Rogan wears the official ranger outfit of the Fiore region. He's fairly tall and has a stout frame with a muscular build, He has short red hair and no facial hair.

Rogan:*looking at a grocery list* I think we got enough provisions for the month...What do you think Candy?

A Sylveon bursts from the pile of pokemon food bags and looks at Rogan, she has slightly brighter colors than most Sylveon and wears a little silver ID pin on the center of her bow.

Candy:*nods in agreement*

Rogan:Okay! *Walks over to the checkout and hands a card to the cashier* This ought to cover everything.

Cashier:Gotchya Rogan. *begins scanning the prices*

Candy:*leaps out of the cart and onto Rogan's shoulders*

Rogan:Anything you want, sweetie?

Candy:*Gestures towards an isle dedicated to treats and toys with a feeler*

Rogan:Ah-Ok! Your sweet Poffins, I nearly forgot. Sorry! *Walks to the isle*

There is a television mounted on the wall, the News channel(Its commercial breaks completely dedicated to store products) is on. As Rogan is browsing, a report catches his attention.


__TV__

Reporter:Team Flare's activity has mysteriously died down since their break in at the Ambrette Town Fossil Lab last week, stealing a clutch of viable Amaura eggs that were recently revived from the Nest Fossil discovered by Paleontologist Saul. Authorities have had little luck tracking them down, and the search has been called off due to a lack of information.
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Rogan:*Angrily* I'd better not find any of those bastards around Aquacorde...


__TV__

Paleontologist Saul: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! The search was called off after a week!? Fossils of Amaura are among the rarest of the already scarce fossil records of Prehistoric Kalos wildlife, finding a clutch of eggs, let alone SUCCESSFULLY REVIVING THEM was a critical milestone in the field of paleontology!

Reporter:It truly is an unfortunate event, but in order to assist the museum, Lysandre has donated a sum of 2,500,000 P to assist future research endeavors.

Saul:FUTURE RESEARCH ENDEAVORS!? If he really wants to help he can use that to help track down those eggs! There are only a handful of Amaura and Aurorus currently in existance, all of which are privately owned and MALE! We know almost NOTHING about them. Furthermore, the eggs were revived using experimental technology, and if they were to hatch successfully, we could apply it to future fossil revivals! THINK of the headway those eggs would have given us-

Reporter:-You're out of time Saul. In other news pokemon around Route 14 have been exhibiting unusual hostility the past two days. Although nobody has been harmed so far its advised to stay away from the route and avoid travelling unless accompanied by an experienced trainer or strong pokemon. An ordinance has been placed forbidding pokemon battling and capturing pokemon on this route until further notice, violators will be prosecuted.
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Rogan:..Hostility? I hope we aren't getting a rabies outbreak. You stay close to me, Candy!

Candy:*Concerned squeak*

Cashier:I'm done over here. *Holds out the card*

Rogan:Oh! Thanks Henry. *Pockets it*


Rogan takes the cart outside to his truck, its a standard issue heavy ranger truck with enough space in the back and a thick enough build to carry large pokemon. The back is filled with various grocery items and pokemon food. Rogan begins to empty the cart, piling the provisions in the back.


Candy:*hops into the window and sits in the front seat, using her feeler to buckle herself*

Rogan:*Pushes the empty cart beside the store with the other carts and steps into the drivers seat* All buckled up, sweetpea?

Candy:*Happily nods*

Rogan:*buckles himself*Alright, lets head home.


Rogan drives the truck through Route 2, admiring the scenery as he drives along, he turns on the radio.


"Its just strange that Team Flare would suddenly withdraw from all their operations like this, we haven't seen hide nor hair of them. Have they gone into hiding or are they plotting something big?"


Rogan:Grrr..Well, atleast the less I hear of those crooks getting away with their activities the better my mood, right Candy?

Candy:*Nod*


After about a half hour of driving, Rogan arrives at the Santalune forest, he looks out the window to inspect all of the wildlife and exploring trainers, making sure everythings fine, alot of the trainers his truck passes by wave at him. He arrives at a large ranger base and parks his truck, stepping out of it along with Candy. A pair of Machoke greet him.


Rogan:HERCULE, ATLAS, I'm back! Extra protein, Pro Fighter-Type Blend!


Hercule/Atlas:*Excited grunt*


Rogan:*Friendly tone* You'd better be grateful, I used part of my salary to pay for the brand name you love so much. Thats your treat from me this month.


Rogan and the Machoke begin taking the bags of pokemon food inside the base, moving it into a Kitchen area. The ranger's pokemon excitedly look on.


Rogan:*sets a few bags of treats inside the pantry* Thats all she wrote.


??:You get me anything?


Rogan:I went shopping for ranger provisions last week Gus, you know you have to make those last.

A tall, wiry fellow with a thin beard is lying back across a cafeteria bench, he has a Shaymin sitting on his head, effectivley like a Wig.


____Trainer Profile_____

Name: Gustafa "Gus"

Age:27

Occupation:Pokemon Ranger

Base of Operations:Santalune Forest

Home Town: Santalune City, Kalos Region.

Hair Color:Brown

Eye Color:Green

Height: 6'4

Weight:173 LBS

Likes: Spring, Grass Types, Wedge, Playing Guitar, Watching television, Sleeping, Surprising people, Bonfires, Jokes, relaxed days

Dislikes: Hard work, Bug Types, Summer Heat, Winter Cold, People who don't take their jobs seriously,people who take their jobs too seriously, horror fiction, blood, gore, censorship

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Rogan:Got something for Wedge though! *Holds a peice of white chocolate over the Shaymin*

Wedge:*Sniffs it, then softly grabs it, chewing it very slowly*

Gustafa:Ah, come on Wedge, give me a peice-*Whipped with a tiny vine* OW! Dick...

Wedge:*Snaps off a tiny peice with his vine and pops it into Gustafa's mouth*

Gustafa:..Thanks, even if it has some of your spit on it. *Eats it anyway*

Rogan:*walks downstairs and into a lab*

The lab is pretty large, containing nearly everything a ranger could need for researching the forest and all the creatures within it. There is a wall-mounted television playing quietly.


There is a red haired(Kept in a Chignon) woman wearing square glasses typing on a computer, she has a Charmeleon wandering around the lab, he perks up upon Rogan entering.


____Trainer Profile_____

Name: Lillian "Lil"

Age:28

Occupation:Pokemon Researcher, Ranger Vet

Base of Operations:Santalune Forest

Home Town: Summerland; Fiore Region

Hair Color:Orange

Eye Color:Green

Height: 6'0

Weight:162 LBS

Likes: Family, Charles, peace and quiet, field work, flowers, bug types, swimming, frozen treats, sunny weather, new discoveries

Dislikes: Metal Music, Inconsiderate People, Jewelry, Angry people, fashion, Big Cities, disease, Proffessional Wrestling, sport hunting, poaching

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Rogan:Hey sis! *Looks at the Charmelon and hands him a pack of mints* Heres your treat, Charles.

Charles:Char! *Happily accepts them*

Lil:Hey Rogan!*gets up and hugs Rogan* Get everything we needed?

Rogan:*hugs her back* Yep, all the pokemon in the base should be sorted for another month.You hear about the problem on route 14?

Lil:Yeah, It was on the TV just a while ago. I hope trainers in Lumiose don't try and brave the road, if theres a rabies outbreak that swamp is a deathtrap.

Rogan:Think Team Flare has anything to do with it? They up and vanished from the public eye.

Lil:Could be, no idea how they'd benefit from a disease outbreak though.

Rogan:You never know whats up with those guys. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the gym with Atlas and Hercule since the forest is quiet today.

Lil:Alright, I'll let you know if something comes up.

[Shadow Scryer]

____Trainer Profile_____

Garreth

Age; 25

Occupation; Police officer

Home; Lumiose city

Hair colour: Dark brown

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 65 kg

Likes: Strategy, thinking, kickboxing, professionalism, both his poke’mon, his siblings, his niece, silence, being agile.

Dislikes: The desert, overcrowded areas, Team Flare, babysitting incompetent individuals, the sea, idiots, disappointment, the sound of metal scraping against metal, high prices.




Garreth: *Standing just outside route 14, a Servine and Kirlia standing at attention either side of him, a list in his hands and a group of civilians in front of him* Okay. *Takes a quick head count* Seven… *Checks the list* Seven. Anyone notice anyone else missing? Something I didn’t notice?

There is resounding silence

Gareth: I’ll take that as a ‘no’. Stay as a group until you get to a town, we don’t know if the issue’s spread or not. *Heads back into route 14*

Kirlia: (I think I’ve seen one of them before)

Gareth: Yep. He was a member of team Flare.

Kirlia: (And you let him go?!)

Servine: (In her own language) Exactly what could he do, Psychette? If he claimed he left the orginisation, there’s no proof we can find to say they’re still with the assholes.

Psychette: *Sulks and crosses arms* (I know, but he shouldn’t be let free. *Looks up at Garrath* (What do you think? Do you agree with me or Nelka?)

Garreth: I think we shouldn’t be talking when we don’t know what’s out there.

Nelka: (Ah, it’s nothing we can’t handle)

Gareth: Nevertheless, the thought of loosing either of you doesn’t exactly fill me with joy. And once again, we don’t know how far this infection’s spr- *Is interrupted by an echoing roar* *Looks in its direction and barely manages to dodge a Drapion flying at him* THAT’S not normal!

Drapion: *Lands and swings itself around to face them. *

Nelka: (Confidently) (There we go! I’ll prove I can handle it!)

Psychette: (Nervously) (He just said it’s not normal. And it isn’t! LOOK at it!)

Indeed, the Drapion has a red substance frothing around its mouth and bloodshot eyes. It’s clearly enraged

Nelka: (Confidently) (If it’s angry, it’ll just make that many more mistakes!)

Psychette: (But-) *Is tackled by a Skorupi*

Gareth: *Grabs it off her and is tackled by three more* *Starts throwing them off and killing them as he can*

Psychette: *Tries holding them in place psionically*

Nelka: *Is tackled herself* *Grabs both its arms when they strike at her*

Drooler: *Rears it head back and strikes*

Nelka: *Barely manages to move her head to the side* *Uses the drooler’s own momentum to kick it off* *Sends a leaf storm after it*

Drooler: *Roars in pain as the leaves cut into it*

Nelka: *Grins triumphantly and leaps forward*

Drooler: *Catches her around the neck with one claw and immediately strikes down with the other, splitting her wide open*

Psychette: *Eyes widen and screams in horror*

Gareth: *Struggles with the last surviving Skorupi, eventually managing to rip in in half* *Turns towards Nelka and her enemy with pure hatred in his eyes and charges*

Nelka: *Grits teeth in pain* *Foliage gathers in her hand, forming the shape and sharpness of a dagger* *Thrusts the leaf blade directly up, through the jaw of the drooling scorpion and out through the top of its head*

Drooler: *Emits a surprised gurgle before collapsing, releasing Nelka in the process*

Gareth:*Catches her as gently as possible and starts urgently walking back towards Lumiose*

Psychette: *Starts dragging the drooler back, thinking scientists might have some luck with its corpse*

Gareth: Nelka? Nelka, look at me. We’re nearly home, alright? Just hold on for a little longer and we’ll be at a pokemon center. I promise you’ll get out of this alive, just stay with me for a few more minutes!

Nelka: (Sorry Gareth… I didn’t know… they were that vicious…) *Grins weakly* (But I still… handled… it.) *Goes limp*

Psychette: … *Eyes start watering*

Garreth: *Stoically stares at his friend’s corpse*

Drooler: *Stirs and growls*

Garreth: *Whirls around and stomps on its head, crushing it with a look of pure fury on his face* *Grinds it into the dirt* (Coldly) If we see another one of those things, it’s not going to get out of the experience alive… *Sighs* I’m sorry, Psychette. That was unprofessional. (Sadly) Let’s go home.

Miraculously, they get back to Lumiose without incident



Later;



Gareth and several others are gathered at the graveyard after a small grave has been dug and a small funeral has been arranged. SOMEHOW on the very same day.

After the funeral ends, they stay for a while before eventually turning and walking away.

??: (A pale, relatively solidly built, 40 year old man) *Places a hand on Gareth's shoulder* I think you should give the report while it's still fresh in your mind.

A little later, at the police station

??: So it attacked you out of nowhere and outright murdered Nelka?

Gareth: Yes chief.

??: (Annoyed) I'm your brother. Call me Vincent.




____Trainer Profile_____

Name: Vincent

Age: 40

Occupation: Chief of police

Home; Lumiose city

Hair colour: Premature white

Eye colour: Dark blue

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 90 kg

Likes: Smoking, his relatives, his position, long walks, times of peace, pokemon hunting

Dislikes: Side effects of smoking, the outbreak, Team Flare, apathy, incompetence, the lack of new recruits despite the current crisis, having to organize the force as an army in times of crisis




Gareth: It wasn't a normal battle, it just attacked us out of the blue with four Skorupi and tried to kill us. (Wearilly) And succeded.

Vincent: Hmm. The scientests are taking a looks at the corpse to see if they can learn something from it, but I've never heard of any condition like this. I'm making it so officers only leave the city with at least one other human and their pokemon as backup.

Gareth: Good decision.

Vincent: But I have someone in mind for you.

Gareth: (Confused) Who?

Vincent: A relative of yours. She's been looking forward to working for the force since she was ten.

Gareth: ... Okay, I'll protect her to the best of my ability.

Vincent: *Laughs* I think you'll find my little girl's become quite capable over the years!

The two walk back to Vincent's home

Gareth: *Listens* Erm... what's that?

Vincent: (Amused) Why I believe she's capable enough to start working. At least casually. *Leads him to the yard*

Rennay is fighting, unarmed, against a Toxicroak




____Trainer Profile_____

Rennay

Age; 19

Occupation; Unemployed. Looking forward to working in the same force as her father.

Home; Lumiose city

Hair colour: Red

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 69 kg

Likes: Her family, physical activity, fighting with her Toxicroak, the outdoors, new experiences, running (Better at sprinting, but working on cross country), the idea of joining the force, eating healthy, chocolate, the colour purple.

Dislikes: Bug types, attention, times of crisis, limitations (though she admits they sometimes make sense), the colour purple being associated with a certain group (Has lost herself and punched out several people for that very reason, much to her shame), being angry, the smell of smoke, being coddled. Slightly unnerved by ghost types.




Ren: *Ducks underneath a swipe and sweeps his legs out from under him*

Toxicroak: *Spits poison up at her*

Ren: *Dodges, giving her opponant time to rise to his feet*

Toxicroak: *Punches twice, each strike connecting* *Grabs her by the shoulders and delivers a headbutt* *Follows up with another punch*

Ren: *Recovers quickly and deflects that punch* *Delivers a hook to his face, followed by an elbow from the same arm* *Grabs his head and smashes it down into her knee. As he's reeling from the strike, she kicks forward with that same leg, knocking him backward* *Charges forward and delivers a haymaker, knocking him off his feet*

Toxicroak: *Raises an arm and emits a dazed croak*

Ren: *Helps him to his feet* I didn't hit too hard, did I? You're still okay, right?

Toxicroak: *Grins dizzily and croaks in the affermative*



Ren: *Grins and gives him a playful slap on the back* Great! Thanks for the sparring match!



Toxicroak: *Grins and croaks, relaying the same appreciation*



Vincent: *Smugly looks at Gareth's stunned expression* THAT'S why. Ren!

Ren: *Looks over to him* Hey dad! Hey uncle!

Gareth: *Raises en eyebrow* There’s six years between us, you can call me Gareth.

Ren: Yeah, but it just feels weird. (Ton Vincent, sheepishly) Sorry I started fighting without telling you, but… *Grin fades and she averts her eyes* Yeah.

Vincent: Yes… That’s actually what I’ve come to talk to you about, actually. With this condition, I thought we might need to have officers in teams. Have them and their mons watching the backs of their partners. I thought you might be ready, so I’m teaming you up with Gareth.

Toxicroak: *Croaks in surprise*

Ren: *Emits an excited, uncharacteristic squeal* *Coughs sheepishly* Erm… sorry.

Vincent: *Chuckles* I know, it’s exciting. *Smile fades* But as the same time, I can’t help but think other, less protected towns aren’t going to have much protection. Knowing the rangers, they might be mounting defenses, but… I’ll be completely honest, some of them can literally be fooled by someone holding a branch in front of their own face and saying ‘I’m a tree’. At any rate, I want you two to go to Aquacorde Town, check the situation there and report back once you’ve reached a conclusion. If things get too dangerous, only go so far as Santalune City and check the state of it instead.

Ren: Okay, dad!

Gareth: (Solemnly) If we’re checking the other towns, things must be worse than we thought.

Vincent: The scientists are still studying that corpse, but they can say they haven’t seen anything like it. We just need to make sure we’re all prepared in case this turns out bigger than we thought.

Gareth: Understood. Ren, grab your sparring partner and get in the car. You’re going to finally see the great outdoors. *Mutters* As much as they can be called ‘great’.

Ren: Woohoo! *Does so*

Gareth: *Gets Psychette and starts driving to their destination*

[Spectre]

That evening, In the Santalune Base Pokemon Lab

Lillian:*Working on her computer*

Charles:*Watching the television*...Char!

Lillian:Something happening? *turns towards the TV*

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Reporter:..On their way back from route 14 a police officer escorting a group of civilians made a disturbing discovery. The group was attacked by a wild drapion and a small group of Skorupi. After the pokemon forced his hand, the officer killed it in self-defense and brought the body back to Lumiose where an autopsy was performed, the results were alarming. Here's Scientist Gregory with the details.

(A picture of the Drapion is shown as a scientist begins discussing it)

Gregory:Alright, as you can see the Drapion has a sickly appearance, a red foam is seeping from its maw, eye, and nose. We've examined the substance and it appears to be a cocktail of blood, saliva, and an unknown virus. We have not been able to determine exactly what the nature of the virus is. However, we've tested it on lab-raised Ratata and it appears to immediately cause the host to become aggressive and hostile. We're still examining the isolated ratata for further symptoms. This virus does not appear to have any relation to rabies, and we are not sure how infectious it is or if there are any other symptoms, but we speculate it will eventually drive its hosts completely rabid. It is, however, reccomended to completely cease travel through route 14 until we're able to develop a cure. The virus appears to spread through blood, the oral and external bleeding likely being a symptom evolved to spread infection.

Reporter:Chilling results. We will be sure to keep you updated if any other discoveries are made.
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Lillian:This looks bad...

Rogan:*Walks in* Sis, did you see the news?

Lillian:Yes Rogan. Looks like we've never faced anything like this, we can't really afford an outbreak. Hopefully the Chief will send out a code-

A pop-up appears on all the base's televisions and computers with a Warning.

Lillian:-Green. That was fast...

On the Screen;

_____________________CODE GREEN_______________________
AN UNKNOWN DISEASE HAS BROKEN OUT. All ranger
Bases are to Isolate their resective patrol areas to prevent
spreading and steer migrations away from (ROUTE 14).

Travelling the above route(s) is prophibited. Only Policemen, trainers
With a (6)-badge trainer card or higher, or Ranger personnel
may traverse the route. Symptoms of the disease are
(SALIVATION, EXTERNAL BLEEDING, AGGRESSION, HOSTILITY)
Infectiviy is (UNKNOWN). (BLOOD) is the vector of transmission.
_________________________________________________________


Rogan:Good to see Chief Buck's being proactive.

Lillian:No kidding. *Puts on a headpeice* Flora, are you there?


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Santalune Forest;
There is a young female ranger surrounded by different Pokemon in the forest, she has a collared(Tag reads: Humphrey)orange-colored Ampharos standing beside her. She is putting collars on various mons.

____Trainer Profile_____

Name: Flora

Age:21

Occupation:Pokemon Ranger, Tech Development

Base of Operations:Santalune Forest

Home Town: Castelia City, Unova Region

Hair Color:Black

Eye Color:Amber

Height: 5'6

Weight:145 LBS

Likes: Nature, Forests, Stars, Quiet Neighborhoods, Gardening, Wild Berries, Camping, Birdsong, Academics, Invention.

Dislikes: Abusive people, Perverts, Depressing stories, Processed food, Ghost types, Pain, Big Cities, Alcohol, Rainy weather, Contact Lenses

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Flora is a young lady with an average build, she has black hair kept in a ponytail and wears a pair of standard glasses.

Flora:*Briefly stops fitting a Fletchinder with a collar and activates her headpeice* I'm here Lil. Need anything?
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Lillian:We just got a code green, we need you to get more eyes in the sky stat.
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Flora:*Fitting the collar* Thats just what I was doing, actually. Whats the situation?
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Lillian:Its a fast-acting virus that transmits by blood, pokemon infected are unusually hostile and may go completely rabid. It seems visual symptoms are a bloody foam from the mouths and eyes.
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Flora:*Lets the Flechinder go and begins fitting a Murkrow with a collar* Sounds bad. I haven't seen any pokemon acting hostile in the forest today, but I'll make sure to collar a few extra flyers to be on the safe side.

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Lillian:Thanks Flora.

Rogan:I hope she stays safe out there.

Lillian:She has Humphrey with her, she'll be fine. Anyway Rogan, I want you to take Gustafa and Wedge with you and head to Santalune City, make sure everythings in order.

Rogan:Ok, all the other rangers are out on patrol though...

Lillian:Ah, don't worry about me. I have my crew along with Atlas and Hercule here with me. *throws five poke'balls out*

A Heracross, Ursaring, Scyther, Feraligatr, and Staraptor emerge.

Lillian:Sorry to disturb you guys, but we need some mons patrolling the base while Rogan and Gus are out.

Pokemon:*Nod and spread throughout the base*

Rogan:I'm gonna head out, then. Please be careful.

Lillian:I will Rogan, don't worry so much. *Hugs him*


Rogan heads upstairs to the Lobby, Gustafa is sleeping on the couch while Wedge is trying to break into the pantry.

Rogan:Gus? You awake?

Gus:*Snores and grumbles*

Rogan:...*Lifts up the couch from one end, dumping Gus onto the floor*

Gus:GAH!! I'M AWAKE ROGAN!!!

Rogan:Did you seriously sleep through the Code Green?

Gus:It's freaking Thursday man, you can't expect me to pay attention to every- Wait, Code Green?! Shit, so much for my off day!

Rogan:Yeah, sis wants us to go and make sure Santalune City is safe.

Gus:Right, you're driving though! C'mon Wedge.

Wedge:*Sniffles and crawls up Gus' back, mounting firmly on his head*

Rogan:Fine with me.


The two head outside with their mons and get into Rogan's truck, they drive towards Santalune City.


Gus:So, whats this Code Green about?

Rogan:Theres a virus outbreak on Route 14, its a blood-transmitted disease that causes pokemon to become rabid.

Gus:That...Sounds bad.

Rogan:You're telling me. Evidently said disease causes them to bleed from their mouths, so...

Gus:...Oh SHIT, zombie apocalypse!?

Rogan:I'm...Pretty sure it won't come to that. The government's already taking action to quarantine and cure it, the code green means every ranger in Kalos will be on alert.

Gus:But all it takes for a zombie virus to reproduce is ONE stray host getting somewhere, just one bite...

Rogan:I understand where you're coming from with this, but I think its best to keep our cool and do our jobs.

The group drives into the city, everything seems to be in order.

Gus:Nobody seems to be freaking out, I don't see any zombie mons..


They patrol around for a little while, Its getting dark, the lights in the city shine.


Rogan:Hrm..Everything seems to be in order. Wanna take a break and grab a bite at the cafe?

Gus:Eh, I could go for a virgin cocktail. I ate earlier.

Rogan parks the truck in front of a cafe, they step inside and sit down on some barstools. A waitress walks over.

Waitress:Hey you two! *hands them some menus* What can I get for you today?

Rogan:*Reading through the menu*...My least favorite part of eating at a good restauraunt, having to choose...

Gus:I'll just take a strawberry-lime cocktail, no alcohol. We're on duty.

Waitress:Gotchya. *Goes to prepare the drink* I'll pick up your order whenever you're ready Rogan

Rogan:Thanks Donna.

Gareth and Ren are sitting at a nearby table, Psychette jumps up on it and starts panicking. Rogan and Gus turn their attention to her.

Rogan:*walks over to the table, worried* Is she okay?

Gareth: (Concerned) She's never acted like this before!

Gus:*Shrugs* Either she's sensing impending doom or having a hysteria attack, psychic types are wierd.

Psychette:*Looking around, shuddering, she yelps in a panic and runs outside*(THEY'RE COMING!)

Gareth:Ren, you're probably the fasted on here, guns are in the boot of the car. Go, NOW!

Ren:*Bolts outside*

A bloodcurdling scream is heard from outside the cafe.

A ranger screams as a Linoone drooler pounces on him and begins tearing into his neck. Everyone in the cafe begins to panic.

Rogan:WE NEED TO GET EVERYONE INDOORS, NOW! *Draws a handgun and charges out the door*

Ren:*Runs back in, arms full of guns and ammunition along with Psychette* Here!

Gareth:*Takes a rifle and some bullets, and hands a gun to Psychette* How bad is it?

Psychette:*looks at the gun in bewilderment* (Theres alot of them! I sense them coming in all directions!)

Outside;

Mons are emerging from the surrounding forests, all of them are drooling a red foam from their mouths, some are leaking it from multiple orifices. They're attacking people and pokemon indiscriminately, thankfully all the trainers, officers, and rangers in town jump into the action and begin fighting them off as civilians flee indoors.

Rogan:Candy, fight them off with Moonblast! If you have to, attack to kill!

Candy:*Makes a discouraged squeak, but nods and begins doing so*

Civilian:*Gets pounced on by a drooling dodrio*GET IT OFF!

Officer:*Shooting the Dodrio as it atempts to drive its beak into the civilians skull*

Dodrio:*turns to the officer after taking a few bullets in the torso, then shrieks and charges*

A Police Growlithe turns its attention away from the forest and nails the dodrio with a fire blast, it collapses onto the ground, flailing, as its flesh is rapidly burned off.

Officer:Good boy!

Civilian:THANK YOU! *Scrambles up and retreats into a house*

Gareth:*Angrily gunning down infected mons that get within range*


Rogan:*Sighs as he shoots a Furfrou* I hate it when it comes to this...

Gareth:*Killing them eagerly* Well I've had my other pokemon split open and killed because of this, so you'll forgive me if I'm a little PISSED!

Gus:*Shooting at infected mons* Wedge, how can you sleep through this!?

Wedge:*Curled up on his head*

Ren:*Aims a shotgun at an incoming Golbat* Okay, aim, steady...FIRE!!!*Pulls the trigger, which goes right through the Golbat's maw and sends her ragdolling*

Gareth:Ren, you have to remember the kick!

Ren:*Gets up* Sorry-*gets pounced on by a furfrou drooler*

Toxicroak:*Croaks loudly and charges it, impaling its skull with its toxic knuckle claw*

Furfrou:*Sprawls on the ground, rapidly dying of the toxin in its brain*

Ren:Whew, thanks bud!

Toxicroak:*Croak*

Gareth: As theraputic as this is, I have to wonder if the noise won't draw the attention of additional infected.

Rogan:*Shoots another* Not like we have much a choice, trying to melee a pokemon is a terrible idea.

Gus:Let alone zombie mons!

Ren: (Indignantly) You're the one who told me to get the guns!

Gareth: I know, and I'm not blaming you. I'm just wondering if it was a good idea on my part. (To Rogan) Was forced into melee combat against several Skorupi and survived that. .... Okay, point taken.

Psychette: *Takes careful aim and fires* *Yelps as she topples backwards, unprepared for the recoil*

Psychette: *Gets up and just starts blasting infected with psionic force*

The number of infected start to thin out.

Gareth: (Surprised) This is going better than I thought. Honestly, I suspected there'd be no end to them.

Rogan:*Shoots a straggler*...Is that the last of them?

Officer:All clear over here!

Ranger:Lets start rounding up the wounded.

Gareth: *Scans the area and looks at Psychette*

Psychette: *Looks back and shrugs*

Gareth: Contacts terminated.

Rogan:*Whew*...Candy, are you okay baby?

Candy:*Mirthful squeak*

Rogan:I know, I know...*picks her up*

Psychette: *Blinks* (Why didn't I think of that?) *Hops onto Gareth's shoulder, much to his surprise and amusement*

The group moves over near the pokemon center, where the wounded mons and people are gathered.

There are a couple of civilians that were harmed in the attack, a few pokemon were bitten.

Civilian:*Clutching a bite on his shoulder* It...It burns...

Civilian 2:*disoriented, deathly pale, has a bite on his neck* I dunno what all the fuss is about...I don't feel nothing anymore....

Gus:*Points to the wounded* They've been bitten! What do we do?!

Gareth: *Looks at Rogan* Can you check his vital signs?

Rogan:I...Don't really work with people much, I guess its the same principal as pokemon. *Attempts to check*....Theres no pulse-

Civilian:*Collapses, dead*

Rogan:*backs away, spooked*

Gareth: What? *Checks the carrotid artery, followed by the radial artery*....... *Grabs a nearby stethoscope and checks for any heart sounds*

Gus:Do we...Do we shoot him in the head?

Psychette: *Backs away warily, purple energy crackling from her head*

Civilian 1:I...its starting to feel cold...I can't feel my insides...I feel..*Turning pale as blood runs from his eyes and nose*...Hollow....*eyes roll to the back of his head as he collapses, dead*

Gareth: *Slowly backing away* I think we're out of our depth here...

Civilian 3:*has a bite on his leg* its burning..No..I don't want to die...

Gus:*Watching the dead civilians closely*..They're not turning..

Psychette: *Stiffens as she hears a vicious growl* *Nervously looks towards a bitten Raticate, who's eyes have turned bloodshot* (But THEY are!)

Trainer:*Cradling his injured Raticate* R..Raticate?

Raticate:*Twitches as it begins foaming at the mouth, bites ats its trainers throat*

Trainer:GAH-

Psychette:*Fires a bolt of psionic energy*

Raticate:*Squeals as the bolt hits it, killing it*


Trainer:Raticate!? RATICATE!! *Cries over his deceased mon*

Rogan:*Hugs Candy more tightly*

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The next morning, the news is being broadcasted.

Headline: HORRIFYING ATTACKS SHAKE NATION, EPIDEMIC RESPONSIBLE?

Reporter:Last night in Santalune City a large amount of pokemon emerged from the woods and proceeded to attack the town, where four people and ten pokemon were killed. As tragic as this is, the attack could have been alot more worse if the rangers, officers, trainers and their pokemon weren't there to repel the attack. In addition to this, pokemon hostility has massivley increased in route 14, the route being impossible to traverse without being violently attacked, and reports of violent pokemon are popping up all around the routes leading into Lumiose city. The pokemon responsible for all of these attacks have been showing symptoms of the mysterious disease that appeared just a few days ago. We have Scientist Greg with a new update.

Greg:We've done alot of autopsies on the pokemon responsible for these attacks, and we can confirm without any doubts that the virus is responsible for the maulings. All autopsied corpses have exhibited the symptoms of this disease and we've figured out how its transmitted. For starters, this is indeed a bloodborn disease. When introduced to the bloodstream it rapidly multiplies, polluting the pokemon's blood. It then rapidly travels to the brain, where it begins to attack it. Numerous parts of the brain are destroyed and tainted by the disease, wiping out the pokemon's ability to feel any sort of emotion besides a mindless rage that is further driven by a burning pain throughout its entire body.

Reporter:What about humans? How does it affect them?

Greg:We haven't been able to observe many human patients due to how quickly it kills them, but from what we've seen the virus has a similiar effect. However, when it reaches the brain instead of just burning away the parts it doesnt want, it sends it into a shock causing mass intracrannial hemorrhaging, or bleeding in the brain.

Reporter:Do we have any possibilities of a cure?

Greg:We...Have no on earthly idea. This is a disease that has never been seen. It is not related to any known pathogen in the world today. A cure is simply out of the question due to how fast the disease acts and the irreversible damage it causes, but hopefully we can create a vaccine in the near future.

Reporter:What do you think we can do to end this crisis?

Greg:At the rate it is spreading, we will have to do a mass pokemon extermination all around Lumiose and the Santalune area in addition to sending out patrols nationwide to cull out the infected population. Route 14 is beyond help, and will have to be firebombed if we hope to purge the virus and infected pokemon from there. The swamps have simply become too dangerous for anyone to go through unless they have an armored truck.

[Invader TAK]

The next day, a plane flying is toward Kalos. In a window seat is average looking man wearing a green t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a Mega Bracelet.


Trainer Profile

Name: Tai

Age: 25

Occupation: Former Hoenn Champion

Hometown: Lavaridge Town, Hoenn Region

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Light Blue

Height 5'10

Weight: 250 Pounds

Likes: Eona, Fire, Fire types, Electric types, Dragon types, Psychic types, Chocolate, Tea, Rock Music, Metal Music, Orchestral Music, Science

Dislikes: Most Rap Music, Team Aqua, Politics, Math


Tai: Shouldn't be much longer now.
Speaker System: Emergency report from the Kalos Region.
*one previously mentioned news report later*
Tai: Ah, hell. I bet some evil team was behind this.

*At Lumiose Airport*

Tai: *walks off the plane, lightly tosses a Poke Ball and a Latias wearing a band around her neck that holds a Latiasite comes out* We're here, Eona.
Eona: How long was that flight, anyway?
Tai: About 15 hours.
Eona: No wonder I'm starving.
Tai: Same. Let's go find a restaurant.

*at a non-battling restaurant*

Eona: *eating Poffins* Anything happen during the flight?
Tai: *eating a meal of his own* Before we landed, there was a warning about some strange virus going around the region turning Pokemon into ravenous zombies.
Eona: That's concerning. Did they figure out how it spreads?
Tai: By blood. After entering the bloodstream, it quickly goes for the brain and attacks. When it's done, the Pokemon is stripped of any emotions except for mindless rage which is intensified by a severe burning throughout its body.
Eona: Wow... That's horrible.
Tai: Understatement of the century.
Eona: Does it affect humans at all?
Tai: Sadly, yes. Only in our case, the virus kills when it hits the brain.
Eona: At this rate, I'm not expecting a cure.
Tai: Correct. The report also said Route 14 will need to be firebombed while the wild Pokemon in the Lumiose and Santalune areas will also need to be exterminated.
Eona: Anything we can do to help?
Tai: After lunch, we'll find the nearest Ranger station and inform Professor Birch and Steven.

[Spectre]

In the Santalune Pokemon Center;

Rogan is lying on a couch in the lobby with Candy sleeping on his chest. He's watching the news report on the TV.

Rogan:*Worried* What are we going to do about this...?

Gus:*Sitting on a couch, Wedge is perched on his head* I don't know Rogan. This probably isn't like the movies, but every zombie film I've seen ends terribly, and none of them had a virus like this.

Rogan:Well, they aren't undead atleast. Looks like enough bullets to the head or chest will put them down just fine..

Gareth:(Eyes bloodshot) How can anyone sleep after that?

Ren: *Slowly nodding off*

Psychette: *Slumped over Gareth's shoulders, dead to the world*

Gus:*Has slept* Exhaustion helps...

Rogan:*Petting Candy*I'd try and get some sleep atleast. I think enough of us are awake to send out an alarm if we get attacked again.

Gareth: Actually, we need to get back to Lumiose. We need to give our report as soon as possible-

Ren: *Grunts sleepilly*

Gareth: Hmm?

Ren: *Holds up her wrist, on which is a communicator... thing in the pokemon unierse*

Gareth: (Amused) Young people and their gadgets. (To Rogan) Very well.

Rogan:..I don't think we were ever properly introduced. My names Rogan. *Gestures to his Sylveon* This is Candy.

Gareth: *Nods* I am Gareth, *Gestures to Psychette* this is Psychette *nods to Ren* and this is my niece, Rennay. She prefers to be called Ren. *Points to the Toxicroak*... And she hasn't thought up a name for her Toxicroak yet.

Rogan:Ah, ok. Alot of people don't name their pokemon. He may be more accustomed to being called "Toxicroak" at this point if you've had him for a while.

Gareth: We were sent here to check the town's status, given the outbreak. From what happened last night, I believe it can use all the help it can get.

Rogan:Ah, I'm glad to hear it. Santalune doesn't have many actual trainers and towns in the south aren't accustomed to such violence.

Gareth: ... That's news to me. I thought it was better protected.

Rogan:No, things like this just never really happened down here. Pokemon in Santalune forest aren't known for their aggression, alot of trainers actually start their journeys in this region.

Gus:Police force isn't really that busy down here, Rangers see the most action since almost all problems are typically wild pokemon related, even then incidents are few and far in between.

Gareth: (Grimly) Then if we leave this place undefended, likely everyone's going to die.

Rogan:*Nervously* Most of southern Kalos is dominated by Wilderness, there are pokemon everywhere, if the infection has gotten down here it's gonna spread fast...*Buzzing noise*..?

Rogan reaches into his belt and pulls out a communicator.

Rogan:Hello?

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Lillian: *Driving alongside a convoy of cars* Rogan!

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Rogan:Sis!? Whats wrong?! I'm putting you on speaker.

Lillian:Pokemon just swamped Vaniville town, we were barely able to get out any of the civilians alive! They've formed a massive horde and they're working their way northward towards Aquacorde!

Rogan:Did you get everyone evacuated!?

Lillian:We were barely able to get anyone out of Vaniville, it just got completely swamped out of the blue! We managed to get everyone in Aquacorde in a convoy but the horde's already on the city outskirts!

Charles:*Incinerates an incoming fearow with a flamethrower*

Rogan:*Sounds panicky* What was that!?

Lillian:*trying to calm him down* We're alright Rogan, everyone got out of the base fine and we're keeping the mons off the Convoy. Look, the horde is going to follow us and hit Santalune. There's too many pokemon for us to kill off without alot of reinforcements. I need you to get everyone in Santalune evacuated, get them to pack their essentials and head straight for Lumiose! The city should be strong enough to withstand a massive pokemon attack! Alright?

Rogan:Ok..ok. I hear you. Please be safe!


Lillian:Don't worry about me, we have all the Santalune base rangers here helping us out, and I have Charles with me. At this rate, we're going to be fine. But you need to get the people of Santalune to Lumiose! NOW!


Rogan:Right.*turns the phone off* You heard her, we have to get everyone to Lumiose!

Gareth: Understood. Everyone with any experience using firearms, take one and set up in a truck to provide covering fire. What are you waiting for?! MOVE IT!

The officers and rangers in Santalune begin to organize the civilians, they pack their essentials and as many supplies as they can carry and ready their vehicles.

The convoy from Aquacorde can be seen coming in from the distance, the unnerving screeches of unseen infected mons echo.

Psychette: *Starts looking a bit uncomfortable* (They're still a little ways off. We MIGHT be able to get out of here...)

Rogan:(To Gareth)Did you contact your superiors in Lumiose about this? There are alot of refugees headed there.

Gareth: Hasn't been a whole lot of time. I'll do what I can when I can, but right now I can't.

Gus: *Watches the cars leave the city* Should we go and help out the Aquacorde convoy or stick to this one? Seeing as the horde is coming from the south...

Gareth: ..... (Grimly) Best to stick with this one. If something goes wrong back there and there's no-one to protect this convoy, it's going to be a lot more than one town's worth of casualties.

Gus:*Hops in and takes out his pistol* I hate having to use this thing...

Rogan:*looks at his* So do I...

Gareth: .... Your sister's back there. *Looks at Ren and Psychette* .... *Mutters* I must be insane. (Louder) Rogan, we're going to support the Aquacorde convoy. My earlier point still stands, but if there's a chance we can get everyone out of this alive, it's both our duties to do just that.

Rogan:*looks at the Santalune Convoy* If we can hold off the horde and protect the Aquacorde Convoy, that'll also keep the horde from this one...*earnestly* Thanks Gareth.

Gareth: I wouldn't want my niece in danger. As capable as she is, she's only nineteen and still close family. (To Psychette) Stay here.

Psychette: (But-)

Gareth: If things go wrong, they'll need everyone they can get to protect this convoy. We need to leave NOW if we want to be effective. *Starts heading towards the approaching trucks*


Rogan:*Drives alongside him* Alright, most of the pokemon in this territory are normal, bug, and flying types. Just a heads up.

Scryer: Don't focus too much on the ground, understood.

Rogan:Pretty much. And stay away from water bodies, we have Gyrados. You don't really want to even run into the uninfected ones on a good day.

Gareth: So I've heard. *Continues driving in silence*

The group approaches the front of the Convoy, the vehicles are the back are surrounded by rangers and a small amount of policemen fighting off infected mons.

Flora:HUMPHREY, USE THUNDER!

Humphry:*Bleats and summons a huge pillar of lightning that obliterates a small flock of mons*

Infected Talonflame:*Screeches and homes in on Humhrey*

Collared Heracross:*Leaps from a tree and smashes its horn into the talonflame*

Charles:*Roars and uses flamethrower to burn up any infected that come near the mid-point of the convoy*

Rogan:Candy, help them out with Moonblast!

Candy:*Glows and Fires a huge, white beam from her chest ribbon that fries nearly any mons it hits*

Gus:*Grumbles* Wedge, are you even awake!?

Wedge:*Still curled up, glowing slightly*

Gus:Ugh...*begins firing at mons with his pistol, hes a surprisingly good shot*

Rogan:*Drives by Lil* Are you alright sis?

Lillian:Rogan! Did you get Santalune evacuated?

Rogan:Yes, they're headed for Lumiose as we speak.

Lillian:*sighs* Thank goodness, we've managed to keep the convoy moving but the sheer size of the horde is slowing us down, alot of us have had to resort to battling the infected on foot to give us some breathing room.

Gareth: In the open? That sounds mildly suicidal.

Lillian:People don't usually pokemon battle from a vehicle for a reason!

Gareth: True, accuracy when on a moving vehicle is shot as it were, but you can learn. Staying still against a horde infected with a virus that kills humans within an hour of infection doesn't leave much room for error.

Lillian:*Dodges an infected Pidgeotto which is incinerated by Charles* Then teach us, plenty of pokemon to practice on!

Gareth:*Shoots an infected Fletchinder* Harder to explain than it is to learn on your own, honestly.

Ranger:*commanding his heracross while shooting infected, he looks up* Huh, is that a ledy*Carried off by a rather large, incoming spotted insect*BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Gareth: ... *Fires, the bullet going straight through the Ledyba's back and through the throat*

Ledyba: ... *Drops the Ranger, turns around and screeches in fury*

Gareth: (Alarmed) OKAY THEN! *Fires several more times, killing it after an additional seven shots*

Rogan:*looks at the Ledyba crash* What the- LEDYBA DON'T GET THAT BIG!

Flora:*Walks over the the crashed ranger along with his distressed Heracross* Are you alright?!

Ranger:I crunched my ankle from the fall!

Rogan:*Slings him over his shoulder and gstures for a car to stop, he puts the injured ranger in, his Heracross leaps in with him* Alright Heracross, you try and protect the car, we'll take it from here.

Heracross:*Hisses and nods*

Gareth: I have to ask, is there any sort of excape plan for... well you know, us? Because with the rate pokemon turn after infection, the amount of them there are in this area, the noise we're making and the fact that we're going to run out of ammunition sooner or later... Yes, I SINCERELY hope there's an escape plan in place.

Gus:We're just travelling along with the Convoy to keep the people in it safe, we'll be safe once the end of the convoy gets to Lumiose...I hope.

Flora:*Watching from atop a vehicle* Theres a thin spot in the incoming horde, we have a chance to cover some distance. Everyone kill off the stragglers and get in a car!

Ren: Uncle, there's a truck over there with an open tray. We can cover the rest from there!

Gareth: In case anything else comes through that we're not expecting, understood.

Ren: *Sheepishly* Not bad for an idiot, huh?

Gareth: (Wearilly) You're NOT- never mind, it's not the time for small talk.

Both climb into the tray and keep firing from there. Rogan and Gus get in the truck and the convoy continues moving.

Gareth and Ren efffectivly cover the convoy, easily killing off stragglers with help from their pokemon. The convoy manages to make it to Route 4, the Lumiose City gate is in sight. The vehicles of the convoy are making it through the gate.

Ren: *Breathes a sigh of relief* That wasn't too bad.


Rogan:We're almost there!

Gus:*looks back*SO ARE THEY!

The Horde is catching back up with the convoy.

Gareth: ... Oh dear.

Vincent: *Just outside the gates with what is effectively an army of officers and holding a minigun* Wait for it....

*The horde gets closer and the first truck of the convoy passes through the gates*

Vincent: FIRE AT WILL! *Plants feet and does so*

Gus:...Is that a freaking MINIGUN!?

Gareth: He never liked taking chances.

Rennay: *Grinning* That's my dad!

Their truck passes through the gates

Gareth: Greetings, Vincent!

Vincent: *Grunts in acknowledgement* *Waits until the last truck's through* INSIDE! NOW! MOVE YOUR ARSES! *Slowly walks to just in front of the gates and continues firing until the rest of the officers are in, then turns and runs in himself just as the gates close*

An infected Frogadier jumps in at the last second

Vincent: *Grabs the gun by the barrel, ignoring the searing burning and sbacks the infected acriss the head with it, knocking it to the ground* *Brinks it down on its head, crushing it beyond recognition* *Drops the gun and hisses in pain*

An albino woman in yellow clothes around Gareth's age grabs Vincent by the arm and begins dragging him.

Jackie: I swear, if I wasn't here you'd have killed youself on your first day.

Lillian:Alright, I'm pretty sure all of our pokemon are exhausted. Lets get to a pokemon center.

Psychette: *Warps beside Gareth* *Scowls* (Next time, I'm not saying 'yes'.)

The group parks their vehicles near a pokemon center, alot of the rangers and officers from the convoy are parked there, healing their pokemon.

Rogan:*Steps out of the truck and runs over to Lillian, hugging her* Are you alright sis!?

Lillian:*Hugs back* I'm fine, what about you?

Rogan:Fine..I'm just glad we can get some rest now.

Gus:And Gustafa is fine to. Thanks for asking!

Lillian:*Sighs and hugs Gus*

Gus:Thats more like it!

Flora:*Has already taken their pokemon inside while they were reuniting*

Rogan:*Panics slightly after being unable to spot Candy, then looks at Flora* HANG ON! I'M TAKING CANDY! *Rushes behind her and grabs Candy somewhat sternly* I need to know where she is at ALL times!

Flora:*Slightly alarmed* I just figured I'd go ahead and take them in for you.

Rogan:Thanks but...Let me know before you do anything with Candy.

Gareth: ... I understand how important pokemon can be to someone, *Pats Psychette on the head* but is she really that important to you that you need to know where she is at all times?

Rogan:I...I don't function well without Candy.

Lillian:Rogan has autism, Candy has been his therapy pokemon since he was six.

Gareth: ... Oh. I see.

Rogan:*Awkward silence* I won't bite though.

Gareth: I never thought you would. I'm just sorry you have such an affliction and wow, that came out badly.

Rogan:Its ok, I'm err..Kinda normal, so long as I have Candy.

Gareth: Understood.

Ren: ... So! Have you guys ever been to Lumiose before?

Lillian:I've travelled here on business, usually with our Ranger Chief. He should be here somewhere, but knowing him he's out in the field.

Rogan:Not me, I don't like big cities. *looks around, amazed yet somewhat uncomfortable* I'm going to take Candy inside now.*Enters the Pokemon Center*

Gus:Never really left Santalune

Wedge:*Stops glowing and uncurls, looking at his surroundings*

Gus:THERE YOU ARE! How did you sleep through all that!?

Wedge:*Whips Gus with a small vine*

Gus:OW!

In the Pokemon Center.

Rogan:*Waiting in the line for pokemon recovery, holding a rather tired looking Candy* This is the biggest line I've seen in a pokemon center...