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Nearly done with mine! Did you care about having a balanced male/female ratio, though? Because I'm currently making another girl.
Can't wait! :D
I might update my CS later, to add abilities and a little more detail for Juliette's Pokemon.
Hi! :) Would I be able to reserve light, or has Nobody taken that spot?
I made Juliette specifically as a sideline character, so I hope it's alright that I went this direction instead of opting for a normal trainer.

Noah ignored the prickling feeling that ran through her body, brushing it off as a sense of excitement rather than one of foreboding. It was probably just a weird temperature dip anyway; everyone else looked like they felt it, as well. Shrugging, she shaped her hands into two circles and looked through them as though they were binoculars. She joined Dirge as he looked around for their missing partner, although it was a little difficult looking for someone shebdidn't know. There weren't that many still without a group, but she couldn't find one that looked like a 'Hao Ryota.'

"I don't see him either," she said, just as Viva called for everyone's attention.

Noah turned to Viva to cheer along with everyone else and hurriedly dug into her Aipom backpack for her capture styler, following Viva's instructions. She mimicked the experienced ranger's actions, raising her styler high up enthusiastically. The pledge that came after was a little harder for Noah to follow, but she managed to repeat the most important parts. She grinned widely, suddenly feeling a surge of resolve and zeal. To protect the innocent; people or pokemon. That was what she came here to do!

She watched in awe, starry-eyed and mouth agape, as all of the rangers' capture stylers began to glow, covering the area with a constellation of light that reminded her of a group of Illumise. Her quick reflexes kicked in when the styler emitted a slight electric shock, and she was throwing her styler up before she realized, but she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground. Noah turned to Dirge then, just as he received their mission from Annemarie. He was pointing at something behind her, seemingly at the hooded boy slowly approaching them.

"Ah, you think that's really Hao?" She waved at the boy excitedly, calling him out. "Over he-"

A shiver ran down her spine, and the prickling feeling from before coursed through her once again, but with ten times the intensity. She was going into a fighting stance before she could comprehend what was happening, digging her feet into the ground and lifting her arms into position. Noah looked like a Zoroark ready to pounce. Her eyes darted this way and that, scanning for whatever danger was looming about.

There was nothing at first, but then she saw it. It started out as a strange distortion, slowly taking solid form until it was completely visible. Driven by instincts, Noah was running toward it before she could even tell what it was. A ghost Pokemon! she realized as she neared it, although she hadn't known what it was called. All she knew was that it evolved from a Duskull. The ghost Pokemon let out a terrifying moan, and she watched in horror as it left a trail of ruin in its wake.

"Hao, get back!" she called out, as she realized it was fast approaching the hooded boy. "Hurry!"

The Pokemon attacked before Hao could react, and it sent him sprawling on the ground. Noah threw herself at the Pokemon with a strangled battle cry, but she had simply gone through. Too startled to roll in time, she landed on her stomach, just across Hao's body. No… Hao's corpse. Noah choked back a sob and tried to move out of the Pokemon's reach, but she was frozen. She couldn't take her eyes off the poor boy across from her. He was going to be in her squad. He didn't even get to go on his first mission.

Noah only realized that the other rangers had taken care of the Pokemon after someone ran up to Hao to give him CPR. He's dead. She repeated the girl's words. Dead, and she couldn't do anything to save him. She was right there, and she couldn't save him. Didn't she just vow to protect the innocent?! Noah pushed herself up weakly and ran straight to Dirge, tears welling up in her eyes.

"H-Hao, he--" was all she could say before she burst out crying.
Shhh... Blaz can't prove anything.

Pro
24/7 access to stories
Easier to destroy from inside
Hawthornes not so hard to get to

Con
24/7 around shitwads

After spending his first full day on campus yesterday (his dad wanted him to get used to the layout of the academy), Jack Riley was beginning to rethink this whole infiltration thing. He weighed the pros and the cons repeatedly, hoping that he'd eventually find that staying in Caelbury wasn't really worth it, even though he knew that it was. It's just… these people were annoying as fuck. He honestly didn't know how long he'd last around them. Everywhere he went, there was a friggin' heirling crying about something stupid. Dad's only getting me a BMW. Oh, my god, should I get Prada or Gucci? Ugh, my custom Santoni boots won't arrive from Italy until tomorrow. Boo-fucking-hoo. Listening to their griping wasn't even the worst part. He was forced to spend a lot of his time around the pretentious Wallenberg son. Jack thought they'd at least round up all the "commoners" and stick them all together, but no. He had to be roomed with one of the few people who knew about his dad's "business."

Jack groaned as he reached for the silver phone on his side table, struggling to keep his eyes open. He looked blankly at the screen and had to blink a few times to get his still hazy vision to focus. It was past seven, and he had six new texts and three missed calls from his dad. Fuck me. His dad probably wanted him to scope out the students in the assembly. With a sigh, he opened his messages and scrolled through the new ones.

Mon, 4:20 AM
that Wallenberg kid shouldn't be a problem.
4:21
just don't leave your shit out.

He noticed the time and frowned. That was in response to the text he sent Sunday afternoon, after learning of his roommate's identity. If his dad was responding in weirdass hours, that usually meant he was all caught up in writing another story. It always worried him when his dad got like that. He'd just sit in front of his computer, writing and editing all day long, and forget to do anything else. This was the first time he wouldn't be able to check up on him, to force him to eat and take a break once in a while, and he wondered how that would affect him.

6:37
i'll call you later so I can teach you to encrypt your phone
7:03
fuck, are you still sleeping???
7:31
go to that damn opening shit.
7:31
fuck, jack.

He groaned again but typed up a quick reply anyway: go eat something and go to sleep. I'm going. Well, not exactly that second, but his dad doesn't have to know. Jack took his time showering and getting ready, stretching his morning routine as long as he can. By the time he finished, the bell that signified the assembly's end rang, so he made his way to his first class instead. Or, that was his plan. It would've helped if he knew where he was going.

"Oh, shit." Jack grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from the side pocket of his backpack and hastily unfurled it. He skimmed over the names and list of subjects, taking note only of the room the class was held in, and made his way there. It wasn't like he really cared about going to classes. As far as he was concerned, the only reason he was in Caelbury was to bring it down. He's only going to class to not look suspicious until that happened. Didn't really matter what class it was or who taught it.

Well, that's what he thought at first. But then he went to his classroom and saw a quick glimpse of his homeroom teacher.

Jack bolted out of the room before anyone could notice. Of course, it wasn't enough that his roommate was one of their few victims in the know (they usually do a pretty decent job staying anonymous, but even they couldn't completely hide from the Wallenberg's expensive PI). His fucking homeroom teacher had to be Pierce, of all people. Since when did he become a teacher anyway?!

Whipping out his phone, Jack sent out a hastily typed text. fcuk pirce is here
Won't be able to post until Monday, but whoa. Sen's right, it'll be interesting responding to that!
Just wanted to let you know I'm still here! :D
Skybreaker said
No, she (or he, whatever) is allowed to take another slot, just not on the same team.


She. ;D

And yeah, it'd be less fun if Sky or I were to play two out three members of a squad. It'd make for less interactions!
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