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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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Dawkin Trustram



It seemed the harsh conditions made even infamously determined Pokemon trainers to be in spare supply here. Dawkin shook his head and- huh? A voice from below alerted him to the presence of a girl trapped in the sand. "Ah, of course." Dawkin said in response to her request for assistance, and carefully helped her up. She then immediately proclaimed that they had to battle after making eye contact, although she seemed nearly apologetic. Whatever, Dawkin had been looking for this anyway. "Alright, then battle we shall." he said, taking a few steps back.

He would send out Atlas to defeat Azurill with Metal Claw.

He would send out Tyrunt to battle Sandile with... **TACKLEEEEEEEEEE**

If Tyrunt can't get the job done Whooper can clean up with water gun







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Dawkin was pleased with his Pokemon's efforts. Wooper was, as always, very excited as well and practically glowing with happiness since he was able to handle the training easily. It was harder to judge Cacena as it was a new addition and didn't seem particularly expressive but both those things would likely change with time. Perhaps now was the time to practice against another trainer. It should provide good practice, and perhaps they'd even be able to offer him a helpful tip or two.

Action: Find a trainer to battle







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Dawkin listened to Amelia finish, for the most part, the remainder of the business she had here. He meanwhile, was deciding what he should do next. First and foremost he wanted to train, he'd been doing entirely too much slinking around of late. Seeing as Amelia was rather busy Dawkin deemed it best for him to simply skidaddle. It was the desert so perhaps Whooper and Cacena could get some training done. Then he would worry about getting his lower level Pokemon so experience as well.

Actions: Move to route 7 and find Pokemon to train against, (Whooper and Cacena probably, although if the chance came up he'd use his lower level pokemon as well)






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Dawkin withheld a sigh with some effort. He'd liked the idea of hanging onto it but couldn't bring himself to deny Oscar's request. "Of course." He said, forcing a polite smile as he handed the staff over. "Abra would be the better choice, let's get going." Once again Dawkin saw fit to let Amelia handle the ghosts and merely watched in case his help was needed. This whole event had been really crazy and Amelia's ghost prowess had been undeniably impressive, it made Dawkin a little jealous really.






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Well he couldn't really expect anythin- oh shit. Dawkin's disappointment at his failure was interrupted by Cresslia swiftly moving towards him with nothing short of murderous intent. He barely had time to take two steps back before Darkrai intercepted his opposite, negating her attack with seeming ease as Dawkin watched, in a bit of awe at the two legendaries right before him. Cresslia looked around with something akin to panic and her face and soared away, at a speed that was simply impossible to react to. Darkrai had drifted back down to his original position.

Dawkin simply stood still, fully processing what had just happened. He had just participated, albeit lightly, in a battle between two legendary Pokemon along with the leader of Team Virtue. It was only when Amelia tapped him that he realized he was staring where Cressalia had vanished into the clouds. "Y-yes, I'm fine." Dawkin said haltingly. Oh, he was still holding onto the staff as well. A souvenir perhaps? Maybe, much much later, he could use it again successfully? Ah, a silly hope, for now at least. For now.

Amelia stepped away and Dawkin staggered a bit as the power imparted to him suddenly left, making him feel as though a tremendous weight had just descended upon him. After a few moments on one knee, he felt like he could move again, though there he still felt weighty. Hopefully the feeling would pass soon enough. "I have an escape rope, I can take us back to the entrance if that will help." Dawkin added onto Amelia's statement. He glanced at Joshua and Darkrai. Was Joshua really going to catch Darkrai? Dawkin wasn't perhaps overly found of Joshua but he couldn't say he wasn't curious as to the result of this encounter.






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... Aw shit. Dawkin moved out of the way of the Moonblast, not seeking to test the limits of his powers in such dangerous fashion. Thoughts raced through his mind as to what his next action should be, and they all clicked together on seeing Hydregion swoop behind Cresslia. Upon Hydregion attacking Dawkin instantly activated Cresslia's Pokeball in an attempt to force her to return to the Pokeball. At the very worst it should stall things out. At the very best it should resolve the situation. Sometimes you just had to shoot your shot right?






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Attacks and commentary were flying everywhere, but Dawkin still managed to find a way to weave through and obtain his goal. However its previous owner, after overcoming his surprise, was quick to inform him that the staff wouldn't help him any. The man also proclaimed Cresselia as 'gentle', however from Dawkin's, admittedly limited experience, she was anything but; so perhaps this man wasn't the most reliable source. It was worth a shot at least, in the worst case scenario, surely he could still stall a little? Cresslia was currently gathering power for another moonbeam, the last having been barely blocked by Joshua's Pokemon. Dawkin tried to get closer to Cresselia without being in the way of the attack she was charging. "Cresslia! Stop this fighting at once! You're being manipulated for evil gains, is that what you want!?" Dawkin shouted, holding the staff high above him in hopes that it, combined with his words would do something helpful.






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This whole situation was a massive mess and Dawkin could barely put together his thoughts enough to figure out what he should do. His eyes roamed over the chaotic scene that was forming and they latched onto the pokeball at the top of the the man(Oscar's) staff. Was that Cresselia's Pokeball? If he got a hold of it perhaps he could do something about the situation at hand? There was that small bit about talking to the pokemon inside not just having the pokeball but hopefully that part could be completed after. With that in mind Dawkin silently and swiftly skirted around the edges of the situation, trying to remain out of sight as best he could with his new found physical prowess, his eyes on the staff. Even better, Joshua's Pokemon could keep the man distracted. Dawkin would get closer and closer until he saw his chance and attempt to steal and staff and retreat.






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Amelia was understandably confused upon waking up and Dawkin took a deep breath as he pondered where to start with his explanation, but before he could do so Joshua showed up. "Huh?" Dawkin asked in simple confusion to Joshua's comment, feeling as though he was missing something. Joshua continued talking to the Darkrai, sounding a bit pretentious about it if you asked Dawkin. "I think I can do something. Some gentlemen got his Pokemon to charge me up before leaving and I'm feeling pretty strong." Dawkin said. "Oh I nearly forgot, can you stand alright now?" Dawkin asked Amelia, carefully setting her down. He wasn't sure why she was so red in the face, perhaps something to do with the Pokemon induced sleep? "I'll do whatever I can to help, and it feels like I should be able to do something at least." Dawkin said confidently.






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Dawkin eyed the old man warily. Not limited to targeting Pokemon? Wouldn't that mean- Dawkin recoiled suddenly as the man's Pokemon appeared in front of him. Predicting he would have no time to dodge an attack Dawkin merely whirled to present his back rather than Amelia to the attack. However the surge of energy, rather than leaving him in pain, left him feeling good. Better than good actually. A temporary superhero he'd said? Dawkin felt like one. He glanced down to reassure himself Amelia was still in his arms, as he suddenly felt as though he was weightless. Then a dark energy slammed into the barrier that was trapping Darkrai and Dawkin was forced to run through his options.

His own strength had been magnified, though he wasn't sure how much, he was sure that he was stronger than any of his own Pokemon at this point. Now Darkrai was breaking free and someone named Roderick was bringing trouble as well. What in the hell was he supposed to do? Sealing Darkrai seemed both implausible and slightly immoral. He didn't know anything but Roderick and/or whatever was trying to get in while Darkrai was trying to get out. It was this time that Amelia began stirring. Dawkin, taking great care to be gentle, shook his arms every so slightly to encourage her to wake up.

"Amelia! Amelia! I got superpowers from a strange man's Pokemon, Darkrai is free, and someone named Rodreick is bringing something to take care of him. What do I do?" Dawkin asked, a tinge of desperation in his voice. Maybe it was unjust of him to pile this on her. But she was the Ghost Whisperer, while Dawkin barely knew that Darkrai was a Pokemon let alone what it was, even the Pokedex had conflicting information. How could he be expected to make the perfect decision in a situation like this?






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