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Tristan Glory













By this point Tristan's nerves had been pushed to its limits, his body tense and rigid with fists clenched balled tight, the knuckles white while his palm burned red threatening bleeding. The teen's focus squarely on the small orange bird; a small twang of guilt stung at seeing the scared chick forced to charge at such a terrifying beasts, to this torchic especially, cruelly so.

The order had been given and with it, Tristan attempted to keep track of the next chain of events as best he could though as expected, couldn't keep track of such a small object bounding towards a human-sized tree gecko (might as well be a tree wall). As such, the actual finishing attack was missed, the sudden flash of fire unfazed him unlike the others watching, his concentration and stressed-out mind merely had him flinch from its momentary heat. He did so, thinking if Ace had to do this, then he shouldn't look away.

Ace falling to his feet after the clash hurt to see, but he could not pull his eyes away from the Grovyle. Expecting to hear Ace's loss or something, he could not hear as the world around him turned muffled when his gaze became affixed to his opponent. A mix of fear and admiration at the Grovyle's struggling refusal to back down, even with each attempt only served to tire and hurt itself.

This left Tristan frozen in place, unsure of how to approach this. Even before it was announced, he knew. They won...right? That question rang in his head, uncertain happiness, a bitter aftertaste.

"That's enough Grovyle. You have fought well."

Ramos's words pulled him from the momentary frozen lapse. He finally let loose a huge breath, hardly noticing having been holding it. With it came a quick chill of goosebumps as the events of what transpired finally hit him.

Hearing Louis announce with that bitter scowl brought a small smile to his lips as he took in the cheers and praise. And normally he might have bragged boisterously following getting his first official trainer batter. * Then why doesn't it feel like I did?* His teeth grit in frustration as he gazed at the spot the Grovyle had been; victory when the opponent never actually fell. This reminded him all too well of the disappointing sensation felt from his last battle at the farm albeit in a slightly different sense this time.

"Do you feel better now, Tristan?"

So engrossed in his thoughts he failed to notice the older gentleman make his way over to him, having him jump a bit in surprise." W-wh-what? I-I mean, ahem. Pardon?" Blinking a few times to help get his mind settled back in place." Ah, y-yes. Of course, I feel great. For I..er.. we have won!" Stammering and struggling at first, the silver-haired teen was able to recover, in thanks to needing to stay on guard around a bunch of rich preppies all the time back at home.

To cover up his awkward little victory cheer, he moved to check on Ace, doubting such an impact was at all pleasant. Might as well have been chucking a nugget at a rhino." Got to thank Ace for giving it his all...thank you." Gently petting the orange chick before recalling him to his ball, mentally promising to reward them properly. Even if he did not feel like he won, his pokemon did after giving their all....he was simply shown a tiny glimpse of the gap ahead of him.

The realization with it came a fear of the possible threats; if this was just a friendly opponent then what if it was a force that wanted him dead? Like the Forbidden Forest? A haunting chill ran up his spine as the image of the forest opening formed clearly in his head, feeling like he was back there. For a brief moment he thought to abandon such folly, he was not built for forest trekking!

The mystery of lady Aria, however came back full force with a strong curiosity, somehow feeling it being driven even more after Ramos pokemon's determined demonstration.

With a screw-it hop and spin on his feet, regaining his composure crossing his arms." And with this, I do believe I am owed a flower?" A satisfied grin, a hint of smug; allowing himself to revel a bit in this victory even if a little. And now, with his mind calmed down, he recalled Faye and how she sought the forest first and now the knowledge he could rub it in her face brought actual joy to his smile.
D'angelo Schultz




@Lunarlord34 Akemi @twave Ariel @zarkun Aylin Blackreach




Following along from the rear, mostly to know which car they would be staying in to keep track of in case something was to happen. Taking this opportunity to get a good look of the train's interior; admiring the decor and so as his clouds made train use unnecessary.

It wasn't long before they arrived and already he could see Akemi trying to befriend the young lady. Pleasant to see as he glanced around the car, taking in a quick look around, until Lady Aylin looked in his direction.

" Hey! By the way, miss, the name's D'angelo. I'm mostly just here for observin so don't mind me. I will be putting up a backup in case of an emergency. Should form in a few minutes, if anything bad should happen, just give it a little whack and poomf!" Miming an expansion with his hands." Hope everyone has a safe and fun ride!" A double thumbs up before moving to prep.

Whistling and bouncing atop nimbus while gently whipping up a handful from the golden cloud, where he worked and shaped it into a puffy golden snowball." Pitcher winding up and..." With a fair number wind up of his arms, the chubby male chucked the ball upward, having it land on the ceiling near the car's center with a faint and gentle squish where it then settled and took root to start growing with each passing second exposed to the air, like a plant forming small tendrils; thin, waspy golden smokey trail slithered to both sides of the train. Over the next few minutes, at the center base, it would sprout into a softball-sized puffy yellow orb hanging partially down like a wobbly chandelier, enough for most to reach with little trouble. (while certain shorter individuals may find requiring need of jumping to reach)

With that done, D'angelo drifted off with a departing wave back out and towards the front of the train; drawing up to the side until he was leveled with it. A wave of the hands to have a waft of white cloud form and be shaped into a helmet then draped over his head, finishing with a whispy cloudy scarf." Can't forget about safety...Oops!"

A slap of the head forehead, nearly forgetting as he reached into his cloudy companion to pull out a pair of goggles." Phew, don't want to go losing an eye to some bird out jayflying or anything." Shaking his head at such possible humiliation before even on an actual job. With a snap and a small ow, goggles were on. Not to mention a bad look for a first not-job job to boot.

" Ok, this is it Nimbus. Just remember this, winning isn't the goal so just do your best and see how we fare to the epic power and might of science!" HIs arms out wide in amazed wonder towards the massive mechanical beast; a hiss of steam almost as if in acknowledgment of the strange human's challenge."This is so cool isn't it, nimbus? Getting to not only see beasts and meet new people, but new mechanical wonders of all sorts too, all of it just waiting for us to see..and it all begins officially down this track!" HIs body bounced giddily in place laughing with elation.

Soon hearing the train gearing up to set off, the pudgy young adult shifted into a sitting position, moving his hands to click in place a seatbelt to better hold him down." Let's show everyone what you can do and most of all..a good time!"
Tristan Glory













Ramos words wrung true, of course, and Tristan wouldn't normally dismiss him, but he was in a heated-up state going through his first proper battle. One that proved far more intense than a trainer that only started just the other day but guess the divine forces of Arceus decided it cruely funny to toss a huge ass bipedal lizard at some tiny birds and a flower. Hard not to see that rather hard finisher as bullying too after the fact.

Still, he appreciated the words for they did help calm some sense back into him, affording him to catch notice of the white flash from Ace. Not only had it been a succeess but it had also reminded him of his Torchic's ability, speed boost.

Even with it, the grovyle was still faster, but only for so long. Considering that Ace was mostly fine with type advantage, yet, that detect was an issue for Ember. Trying to do it in r-

Suddenly an idea came to mind, a risky one though at this point, Tristan started to realize risk was the only way to win with the advantage he had right now. It came down to if Ace could pull an indirect hit.

Gritting his teeth, hands clenched as he prepared to order his torchic to do something he knew the bird hated." Quick, Ace! I know it's scary, but just charge at the grovyle! Don't think about anything else and keep going...at the last moment shift into a flame charge and ram as hard as you can!" Called out the teen, the last bit given shortly before Ace would clash to try with a surprised ambush.

Hardly a sane idea, but simply running could only serve to tire Ace out. Better to try and get some damage and hopefully, the speed boost needed, assuming the orange chick survives.
Tristan Glory













King had been putting up a great fight and for the bird's first actual trainer battle, had done more than Tristan ever imagined. Sadly, that luck came to an end and with it, the murkrow's inexperience proved too lacking.

Seeing his Pokemon lose wasn't what hurt, but seeing King getting slammed down so hard, almost as if the Grovyle had done it on purpose. Unlikely that it did, but for the teen still new to all this, felt his blood boil with a fiercer gaze at the green bipedal dead stain. With restrained anger, Tristan got out King's Pokeball to recall the fainted mon.

" This was meant to be your redemption, but you did great. Rest now." He whispered to the ball, unsure if King could hear them though they were just as comforting to him as they were meant for the bird.

A brief supporting squeeze, he pocketed and grabbed his next then aimed a fierce gaze at the Grovyle." Panic? I'm going to teach that lizard brain manners to bully small pokemon so!" Shouted Tristan in challenging Rebuke as then called out Ace, the orange chicknugget jumping with a frightened chirp at the sight of the imposing opponent looming like a giant.

He knew sending Ace against such a scary opponent was not ideal, but having him be the last pokemon felt too risky. There was also King's last hit; hopefully dealing enough to slow Grovyle for Ace to manage and one thing was clear, a direct fight was bad for the little bird." Alright, Ace! Don't worry about getting close! Focus on using ember burn for attack and use quick attack to escape, doesn't matter if the ember misses, just keep firing and running!" Tristan called out his strategy, sweating like crazy, his orders sounding strange like one doing a desperate measure, but the silver-haired teen looked like he had a plan in mind.
Attempts to wobble in only to trip and fall, rolling into the server."w-wah! Ugh, I got a cs in mind. Working it out and will try to get something up tomorrow." Struggles to get back up, resigns and with a flustered sigh rolls back out.
Tristan Glory













What Tristan witnessed left the teen stunned momentarily at the wild maneuver King had managed to pull off. How that small bird pulled it off with that onslaught. A breath of relief followed.

Brief as a snowflake landing on one's palm, then his stress spiked back up as he saw the Grovyle still standing strong, even if looking damaged. Only to be betrayed by it's crazy speed which left Tristan little time to think up something.

It was clear that King could never hope to deliver an attack that could overpower the lizard barreling at a bird less than half its size. Attacking now would be foolish." Damn it all! Just take the deepest breath you can and focus on dodging! Wait for a chance to slip past to deliver a peck!" Tristan called out, frustrated at being constantly forced on the defensive, but against such an opponent, little else he could think to do. The silver-haired teen no longer took his eyes off the Grovyle, fearing losing sight of it could throw King off.
Tristan Glory













How frustrating it was for Tristan to see King struggling to barely avoid just getting blasted out of the sky by green spheres. The bird had no long range moves and both too slow and inexperienced to get to Grovyle fast enough. The stressed teen was grasping for a route or plan out of this, but each second made his scope narrower.

Tristan had always struggled at making decisions alone; quick and on the fly decisions tended to throw him into a panic fit typical of a spoiled rich brat. And that urge was bubbling as thoughts of how unfair this was throwing such an overpowered opponent this early. His mouth twitched with the urge to complain. (another lifetime he may have done so and worse)

But for King's sake, he bit it down, Freya, a hovering chilling reminder. Not to mention the fact he achieved such a huge advantage and like hell he'd ruin it.

Then King took a hit; nothing too hard, but showed that King wasn't gonna make any headway, especially all out of breath and frantic. His hands clenched, appearing as if ready to shout and instead exhaled slowly and loudly for those nearest to hear. As if his way of letting out the hot air instead of shouting." Quick, King! Throw up a haze to obscure! Use that time to catch your breath and get a shot to land your hardest peck!" Ordered Tristan as he turned to Ramos with a fierce glare, showing he wasn't stepping down.
D'angelo Schultz




@Lunarlord34 Akemi @Cello @twave Ariel @zarkun




D'angelo drifted happily as he waited, delighted at getting permission to race the train as he listened to Ariel talk about introductions and magic starting with herself. Having had a first hand look at her magic, he got it pretty.

Then Akemi spoke up."Can anyone ride...umm...'Nimbus', or just you?" Prompting him to float over, where she would suddenly have his bright smiling pudgy face encompassing most of her vision." That's a great question! Glad someone asked and the answer is yes..and no." Holding his finger up as he paused as if intending to end it there before giggling like a kid unable to hold their secret anymore." Anyone can ride Nimbus, but only with his or my permission...mainly cause the needing a touch of my magic to get on and all." Pondering for a moment before leaning in closer." Plus, Nimbus just doesn't like letting jerks ride, prodding and bouncing all over." Pulling away with a satisfied hum and soft pat of his tummy." Just be respectful and ask... offer a treat doesn't hurt either, seeing as he's carrying someone's butt." Laughing at the acknowledgment of his own rear hardly being easy. A rumble as if agreeing." Hey, I feed you plenty...a bit too much I'm starting to wonder." Said while poking the cloud admonishingly.

Noticing Akemi wanting to give her introduction went quiet, ignoring the cloudy fangs now biting his finger. Soon getting to witness the seemingly exhausted girl demonstrate her take-over magic and with it came sparkling awe in his eyes." Whoa ho ho ho! So wicked! Yes! Yes! We must race sometime!" Excitement boiled as he had nimbus zoom around in a tight circle leaving a screw cloud trail slowly drifting bits of snow.

He then attempted to focus on making cloud angel wings onto his back." L-Look! Angel twinsies!" Said through strained teeth as he tried flapping them to fly. Doing so left him to look like an egg on flimsy made fluffy cloud wings wobbling a few inches in the air before dropping back down onto nimbus, the poor cloud appearing visibly strained, somehow." Oof..I..I'll get it. And have..that race!" Puffing from being a bit winded; taking this time to float back to catch his breath.

It appeared to be good timing as the client soon arrived. "You all will do fine, since I'm just going home from a trip to my cousin's. Don't make any trouble for me and my daddy will make sure you all get paid handesomely."

Now sitting back up; anxious to get going." Ooh, look Nimbus. Think we just met our first spoiled teen heiress...seems like picking the observer job was a good decision." Snickering to the cloud while giving a friendly wave to the two, deciding it best not to bother the girl unless addressed.

Going forward, he knew to keep out of the way." Can't wait to see where this story leads to, ol pal." Whispering his final musings as he prepped himself for racing the train.
Tristan Glory













Tristan could be seen visably sweating, the grovyle's intimating presence and that insane speed was proving difficult for him to keep up with. A small relieving gasp left him upon witnessing king somehow narrowly dodging the attack, his flight certainly coming in clutch.

Not that things became any easier; now racking his mind what to do as he saw the balls of green energy." Tsk. Q-quick! Fly up to create distance and dodge." He shouted out, gritting his teeth, biting back a bout of panic threatening to overtake him.

The distance should make dodging easier and give him a moment to try and think up something, but they had barely fought a proper opponent before and now this?!

A frustrated groan, hand clenched as moved to speak with a nervous gulp." W-wait for an opening and..and try go for a peck!" Tristan called out, unable to think up anything better and his frustration clear to see as the silver haired teen barely held himself together, for King's sake as the memory of Freya burned a vivid painful reminder.
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