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"Alright, rules are simple. Each trainer is allowed two pokemon each as agreed upon and the battle must stick to the designated area! For those that need a refresher, this means no-"

"N0 0N3 G1V3S 4 CR4P 4B0UT TH4T SH1T! W3'R3 H3R3 TO S33 TUBB3RS BATTLE 4G41NSTS SK1NNY!"

"Tubbers?" Charpie questioned dryly in response to the troubled Magnemite's statement. While she wasn't terribly offended by the statement (she had long ago admitted that she was "tubby"), she was quite disturbed by the pokemon that had said it.

"What the hell is it with everyone giving me nicknames?!" Keani snapped. "Can we cut this crap and get started already?"

Couldn't have put it any better than that, Charpie thought to herself. She shifted the pokeball in her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. She wasn't comfortable using Loretta at all, especially since she had very little time to get to know the pokemon before this whole tournament started. Loretta was strange. Really strange. And while Charpie was used to unique, she wasn't sure she could handle not knowing Loretta's personal battle style.

Charpie was so frustrated with the entire situation. She was entered without her knowing, asking to use a pokemon that she wasn't familiar with (and loathed), and being transformed into a walking advertisement. All for the sake of a tournament that she had a small chance of winning. Charpie was not a master pokemon trainer nor was she a complete genius. Her skills and experience were mere molehills when compared to the range of trainers that had entered.

But that's what training is for, Charpie found herself thinking, and no one made you agree to do it, nor forced you to sign that contract that's making you do this. In the end, it's all you own fault.

"Oi, Daydreamer over there, are you ready to battle or what?" Keani called to her
"I give myself the best pep talks," Charpie muttered. She was right. It was all her own fault, regardless of everything else.

"Huh?"

Charpie waved her hand. "Nothing…just talking to myself." She squeezed the pokeball in her hand. Yeah, she didn't know too much about Loretta's personal battle style but she was smart enough to figure something out. She just hoped that everything was good on Loretta's end. It was really ironic, that she was placing so much faith into something that she disliked so much.

"But I guess that's why they call it faith," she muttered, relaxing her hand and letting the ball fall loose in her palm. "Please don't disappoint me."

She looked over at Keani, "Yeah, I'm ready."

"G00D! N0W T4K3 0FF Y0UR SH1RTS 4ND ST4RT 4 C4T F1GHT S0 4L3J4NDR0 C4N V1D30 T4P3-" But Bert never got to finish, as Mike had used return to send him straight across the canals.

"Ahem—Ignoring the idiot over there. Both trainers ready? Yes? BATTLE BEGIN!"

Keani pointed straight at Charpie. "NIGHTHEAD, GO!" Keani's Dusknoir flew in front of her, stretching his arms out like he was about ready to grapple.

Pushing up her glasses, Charpie sent Loretta's ball loose. "GO LORETTA!"

The pokeball flew into the air, opening in mid spin and releasing a bright light that began to spin in tandem with her ball. As Loretta's form began to clear, Charpie could already sense that things were about to get ridiculous. And they did.

To her credit, Loretta's landing was graceful even with the old fashion bathing suit and floral swim cap on, plus the lacey umbrella that she held, all clearly labeled with the Bibarel Berry Company logo. But sadly Charpie was too stunned and embarrassed to even notice. And while in her head were a string of explicatives that would shame a sailor, Shaina summed up everyone's thoughts quite nicely.

"Just where the hell does she store those clothes?"

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"Alright, rules are simple. Each trainer is allowed two pokemon each as agreed upon and the battle must stick to the designated area! For those that need a refresher, this means no-"

"N0 0N3 G1V3S 4 CR4P 4B0UT TH4T SH1T! W3'R3 H3R3 TO S33 TUBB3RS BATTLE 4G41NSTS SK1NNY!"

"Tubbers?" Charpie questioned dryly in response to the troubled Magnemite's statement. While she wasn't terribly offended by the statement (she had long ago admitted that she was "tubby"), she was quite disturbed by the pokemon that had said it.

"What the hell is it with everyone giving me nicknames?!" Keani snapped. "Can we cut this crap and get started already?"

Couldn't have put it any better than that, Charpie thought to herself. She shifted the pokeball in her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. She wasn't comfortable using Loretta at all, especially since she had very little time to get to know the pokemon before this whole tournament started. Loretta was strange. Really strange. And while Charpie was used to unique, she wasn't sure she could handle not knowing Loretta's personal battle style.

Charpie was so frustrated with the entire situation. She was entered without her knowing, asking to use a pokemon that she wasn't familiar with (and loathed), and being transformed into a walking advertisement. All for the sake of a tournament that she had a small chance of winning. Charpie was not a master pokemon trainer nor was she a complete genius. Her skills and experience were mere molehills when compared to the range of trainers that had entered.

But that's what training is for, Charpie found herself thinking, and no one made you agree to do it, nor forced you to sign that contract that's making you do this. In the end, it's all you own fault.

"Oi, Daydreamer over there, are you ready to battle or what?" Keani called to her
"I give myself the best pep talks," Charpie muttered. She was right. It was all her own fault, regardless of everything else.

"Huh?"

Charpie waved her hand. "Nothing…just talking to myself." She squeezed the pokeball in her hand. Yeah, she didn't know too much about Loretta's personal battle style but she was smart enough to figure something out. She just hoped that everything was good on Loretta's end. It was really ironic, that she was placing so much faith into something that she disliked so much.

"But I guess that's why they call it faith," she muttered, relaxing her hand and letting the ball fall loose in her palm. "Please don't disappoint me."

She looked over at Keani, "Yeah, I'm ready."

"G00D! N0W T4K3 0FF Y0UR SH1RTS 4ND ST4RT 4 C4T F1GHT S0 4L3J4NDR0 C4N V1D30 T4P3-" But Bert never got to finish, as Mike had used return to send him straight across the canals.

"Ahem—Ignoring the idiot over there. Both trainers ready? Yes? BATTLE BEGIN!"

Keani pointed straight at Charpie. "NIGHTHEAD, GO!" Keani's Dusknoir flew in front of her, stretching his arms out like he was about ready to grapple.

Pushing up her glasses, Charpie sent Loretta's ball loose. "GO LORETTA!"

The pokeball flew into the air, opening in mid spin and releasing a bright light that began to spin in tandem with her ball. As Loretta's form began to clear, Charpie could already sense that things were about to get ridiculous. And they did.

To her credit, Loretta's landing was graceful even with the old fashion bathing suit and floral swim cap on, plus the lacey umbrella that she held, all clearly labeled with the Bibarel Berry Company logo. But sadly Charpie was too stunned and embarrassed to even notice. And while in her head were a string of explicatives that would shame a sailor, Shaina summed up everyone's thoughts quite nicely.

"Just where the hell does she store those clothes?"