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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]"Well, that was an ordeal." Dust still clung to her hair and clothes and a small rock had made its home in her shoe, digging itself into the arch of her foot. "I freaking hate caves." she muttered as she leaned against a nearby rock to balance herself as she took off her sneaker. She had just succeeded in dislodging the stubborn stone from the bottom of her foot when the boulder she was resting on began to move. "What the-?" she just had time gasp before the entire thing rolled out from underneath her. "Ow!" What the hell was a Graveler doing there?! She picked herself up from the ground and began to swipe away the extra dirt that had now gathered on her clothing. As if I wasn't dirty enough already. Stupid Pokemon. she thought as it rolled away. I freaking hate Gravelers. Bloody useless they are. "Doom?" Came a voice from beside her. "Doom?" "I'm okay Loki," She patted the worried Houndoom on the muzzle, "I appreciate the concern." Her dark eyes flickered around the rocky terrain, still adjusting to the harsh sunlight. "We should probably get going. All those lovely marks aren't going to wait for us you know." Kaila began to walk, ignoring the bright red Pokemon Center sitting off to her right. My babies don't need any healing right now. Mt. Moon may have been pretty tough, but I know these guys have still got fight in them. The wild Pokemon in the area were usually fairly weak, her Pokemon could handle them no problem. It's just the trainers I'm worried about. Some of them may be pretty strong. And I know Vol and Vin would probably like a rest. She sighed. Ah well. I'm almost to Pewter City. If I run into any trouble, I just won't use those two. The others can take care of everything. They're tough. She looked back at Loki, who was curiously sniffing a blade of grass shooting up through a pile of pebbles. "Ain't that right boy?" "Doom!" he howled happily. She laughed. "You don't even know what you were agreeing to you idiot. You're such a silly boy." She turned away from her Pokemon and stared ahead of the path. We're almost to Pewter, where the Festival is in full bloom. That place must be flooded with tourists eager to spend all their money on worthless junk. She grinned. Ah, we are going to eat well tonight. [/style]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]WHERE HAVE THE TIMES GONE[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]BABY, IT'S ALL WRONG.. WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWO?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none. NOTES personal team not set, although his houndoom will be in it.[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 115px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/PXfim.png); opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 230px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/PXfim.png); opacity: 0.6; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 345px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/PXfim.png); opacity: 0.4; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-left: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: -5px; width: 283px; height: 430px; overflow: auto; opacity: 0.7;] It's all wrong! The day had been uneventful for the duo. They had been lurking around the routes, looking to observe some interesting battles, but none had come their way. Cyrus was beginning to get bored, although Shadow was completely preoccupied with the environment around her. She was currently pounding her nose against a baby Ledyba, watching as it waggled its legs in frustration. The little bug Pokemon had been flipped onto its back where it was unable to get back up. Cyrus watched for a second, his eyes half closed with how bored he was. He reached up and twisted his left snakebite, still watching the two Pokemon. "Alright, Shadow, that's enough. Leave the little thing alone." Cyrus stepped forward, swatting gently at his duel type Pokemon. He reached down, trying to move slowly as to not terrify the Ledyba anymore than it already was. Realizing that it was impossible to not scare the little Pokemon, Cyrus sighed and flicked the baby Pokemon back onto its belly. Almost before it had even been flipped, it was straining its wings to get away from the trainer and Pokemon it saw as monsters. Cyrus watched the little bug flutter off to wherever it was headed; he continued to stared off into the distance for a minute or two before he looked down at Shadow. "It's okay, the poor thing was terrified though. You didn't want to torture it, did you Shadow?" The Houndoom lowered her head, a low grumble thundering in her deep chest. That was a no, but she was embarrassed. "It's okay, girl." Cyrus looked ahead and dropped his hand to his Pokemon's round head, avoiding the large horns that sprouted from her skull. Shadow hummed with eagerness. "D-dooomm.." Cyrus smiled briefly before pocketing his hands and walking forward toward the caves. After a while he noted that he was finally on Route 3, but there was still minimal trainers to be seen. The few ones that were available were bug catchers, and they lacked the luster in their fighting style to amuse Cyrus for any longer then a few moments. Becoming irritated with his situation, Cyrus ordered Shadow to scout up ahead for any interested individuals or Pokemon. Shadow nodded happily, eager to please her master. She darted off, her tail wagging profusely behind her. Within moments, Cyrus could no longer see her. He shook his head and smiled. "What a nut," He whispered, chuckling to himself. "DOOOOOOM!" A short span of five minutes later brought results. Cyrus heard his Houndoom howling, not very far off. He smiled, as he knew it was Shadow. He could tell her call from any other Houndoom's. Her was just special. He strained his eyes, trying to see if he could locate her and the trainers she had discovered, but he could not. Oh well, he could walk and still make it in a timely matter. Although eager to observe an interesting fight today, Cyrus took his time retrieving his Pokemon. He walked, not any slower than he normally would, but not any faster. A small smile touched his thin lips as he heard his Houndoom still, making neutral noises at whatever she had discovered. He reached the top of the hill, and looked down, to see two Houndooms and a woman. Two Houndooms? Cyrus furrowed his brow. He knew it was more than possible for their to be another Houndoom around here, but it just seemed unlikely. At least, it was unlikely for him and Shadow to meet the other. Shadow must have been thrilled. She barked at the other, who looked at her with confusion. "Shadow!" Cyrus called, narrowing his eyes and proceeding toward them. His hands were still stuffed inside his pockets as he looked the opposing duo up and down. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]"Do you hear something boy?" The pair of them had been walking along just fine when suddenly her Houndoom had frozen on the spot. Loki seemed agitated. No that wasn't the word, curious more like. Something somewhere nearby had piqued his interest. She watched as he tilted his head from side to side. His attempt to try and hear whatever it was better. "Is it a trainer? A Pokemon? What?" He didn't respond, just lifted his nose into the air and began to sniff. Whatever it is, it's certainly got his attention. She looked around the mountainous landscape. There was nothing there, at least nothing that she could see. What could he have possibly detected that she couldn't? She ran her fingers through her dark hair. He didn't seem to be tense, that was good, but still something just seemed to be off. "Seriously boy, what's got you acting like this?" Just then a black form shot into view. Was that a Pokemon? Her eyes narrowed as she tried to get a better look at the dark blur. Still, she failed to see it clearly, but as she continued to stare she became more and more certain her suspicion was correct. I think it was. Is that what's got Loki so riled up? This isn't like him. Why is he getting so excited over a Pokemon? She looked down at her Pokemon, then back up to where she had seen the movement. Now a form had come into view. Wait...Is that? DOOOOOM! Kaila jumped as the unfamiliar Houndoom let out a loud howl. Bloody hell. Where did that come from? I didn't think there were any fire Pokemon around here! She froze and thought for a second. Oh, of course, it must have come from a trainer. Again, she looked around. Okaay, but where is said trainer? I don't see anyone. As far as she could see, she was the only trainer around. Maybe they're hiding behind a rock or something. Trying to be cute. I'll show them. "Yo! Whoever owns this bleedin' hound better get their butt out here right now!" She glanced around. Nothing. "I'm serious buddy. If you don't get out here right now, there's no telling what I might do." Still her shouts did nothing. No one was coming. Her eyes fluttered back to the strange canine. It was continuing to make noises at her partner. Loki made a few back, but spent most of his time blinking at the newcomer in confusion. Well, at least he hasn't picked a fight already. Loki isn't usually this tame. She shrugged. Maybe he's just still tired from Mt. Moon. I know I am. She sighed and shoved her hands in her pockets. Maybe we'll just wait a little longer to see if anyone's gonna claim this thing. As if the other trainer had been reading her mind, right after she finished this thought she heard a male call out, "Shadow!" She turned to face the newcomer. His appearance was strange: he was tall, lean, and his face was covered with piercings. How unusual. was her first thought before she realized her mystery trainer had come. "So, I take it this is your Houndoom then?" she asked, pointing her thumb back at the creature he had called Shadow. "That's a bit reckless, don't you think, letting it run loose like that when the Rockets are all over the place? He could've been stolen you know." A devilish grin split across her face. "Hell, for all you know, I could be a Team Rocket agent." [/style]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]WHERE HAVE THE TIMES GONE[/style][style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]BABY, IT'S ALL WRONG.. WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWO?[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS none. NOTES none.[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 115px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BYezd.png); opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 230px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BYezd.png); opacity: 0.6; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 345px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BYezd.png); opacity: 0.4; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-left: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: -5px; width: 283px; height: 430px; overflow: auto; opacity: 0.7;] If I had you! Cyrus stood beside his happy Houndoom, who was now bounding from side to side, attempting to coax the other dark Pokemon to play with her. The slightest of smiles touched his lips before it faded from his complexion. The girl, the one that was probably the trainer from the looks of it, was looking him up and down, hesitating over his face as she took in his piercings and then finished assessing the rest of his body. His face didn't move much as he let her check him out, seeing if he was any threat to her. He probably was, but how was she supposed to know that? He had a cool composure and was good at holding his temper unless it came to certain situations, like Team Rocket. He remembered her words as he approached her and raised his pierced eyebrow at the trainer, assessing her. His hand dropped onto Shadow's head, lightly caressing her between her thick horns. "I find it hard to believe you would do anything to my Houndoom, even if I hadn't shown up. Does her presence bother you that much?" He asked, although he was not willing to return his beloved Pokemon to her Pokeball. She was out for a reason, and he would not apologize for having a friendly partner. The blonde tilted his head and watched her as she looked from her Houndoom to his. Her Pokemon was about the same size as his Shadow, giving the impression that it was a lower level then Shadow. He watched them interact as the strange Houndoom blinked with confusion at Shadow. "Calm down Shadow. What would you do if a challenger brought a Houndoom to battle us with? I'd have to use Nos or my Typhlosion." He rubbed around the base of her horns, knowing that she loved to have that area itched because she couldn't reach it herself. The female trainer spoke again, slightly rambling about Team Rocket. The thought made Cyrus' stomach clench, and he narrowed his eyes. "You're not Team Rocket -- I can tell. Team Rocket's Pokemon rarely love them as much as your Pokemon loves you. And she is a she, not a he." He said the last part with a protective tone, still petting his Pokemon who had finally settled a little. His eyes flared, still offended by the idea of Team Rocket being nearby. "Team Rocket wouldn't dare to touch her, if they know whats good for them.." He nearly whispered this part to himself, his heart flaring with passion. He looked back up at the trainer, letting his eyes soften. "I'm Cyrus, the Gym Leader of Cinnabar Island." He reached his hand out, long fingers looking even longer than usual compared to her small hands. [/style]

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A little enigma wrapped in a cool exterior, that's what he was. Oooh, it'll be fun to try and figure him out. She gave him another quick look-over, again taken slightly aback by his unorthodox look. I love mysteries. I just hope he's a good one. By now, most of the men she had run into over the years would have either asked her for a battle or for a date, yet this stranger did neither. I wonder if he's tired too. Or if he just likes to play with his food before he eats it. Her eyes grazed his face as she tried to read his expression. Nothing. He's unusual, I'll give him that. Her lips twitched. I suppose he could be worth talking to. His response to her earlier shouts was cool yet naive. "You know, you assume far too much. Come on, you have no idea who I am; you can't possibly have any idea how I would treat your Pokemon. Monsters can come in all forms in this world. If you don't know that by now, you really need to get out more. Maybe it wouldn't matter to me if she was bothering me or not. Maybe I'm just one of those psychotic people who kills for no reason." What the hell gives him the nerve to think that he knows me? Kaila snapped her fingers, calling Loki back to her side. She gently brushed her fingers along his side, her fingers scraping against the hard silver bands on his back. She felt calmed as she pet him; her irritation at the strange man ebbing as she stroked her Houndoom. As he spoke again, she flashed another look at his companion, this time noting the size of her horns. Even though the two Pokemon her roughly the same size, the man's Houndoom had smaller horns than Loki. Ah, so she is a she. My mistake. Not that she would ever admit it to him. Maybe that's why Loki was being so damn nice. Trying to be a gentleman for the pretty lady. Her hand moved up to rub the back of his neck. That's my boy. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, trying to decide just what to say. Look, no matter how you say what you wanna say, it's going to be unpleasant. So let's just spit it out and get this over with. It's no fun to just stand here and talk all day. "That's why you think I'm not a Team Rocket member? Because my Pokemon likes me?" She chuckled. "Boy, did you ever stop to think that I might be an exception to the whole 'bad people make bad trainers' rule? That maybe I'm a terrible person and yet my Pokemon love me in spite of that?" Another laugh. "Boy, you've really gotta learn to think outside the box a little. Trust me, those rules that people like to put their faith in so much, they're nothing in the real world. They're just lies people tell themselves to help them get through the day. They're not real." Kaila crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to change her stance even when he held out his hand toward her. "I'm Kaila and I don't do handshakes." The rudeness in her voice surprised even her. What was she so ticked off about? She let out a small sigh and dropped her arms to her sides, her hand still not reaching out to meet his. "What on earth is the Cinnabar Gym Leader doing all the way out here? Don't you like have a gym to look after?" [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 60px; height: 50px; background: url(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh219/black_bird124/dssds.jpg); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: -70px; margin-top: 60px; box-shadow: #bbbbbb 1px 1px 0px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 32px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #666666;]❝ YOU'RE NOT[/style] [STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 19px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #bbbbbb;]GONNA TAKE WHAT THEY'VE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]GOT TO GIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #bbbbbb;]LET 'EM TAKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE[/style][STYLE= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -05px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #666666;]BECAUSE THEY'VE TAKEN ENOUGH — ! ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #F1F1F0; width: 345px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #919190; padding: 10px; border-right: #666666 25px solid; border-left: #bbbbbb 10px solid; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 10px;]Honestly, she wasn't really certain what to make of him. He irritated her, that much was certain, yet he still didn't seem like the type of person she'd normally want to avoid. True, he seemed to have a fairly strong sense of right and wrong, a trait she normally disliked, but at the same time he didn't seem to be as narrow-minded as most of the idiotic idealists she had run into over the years. Perhaps this won't end in a battle after all. She ran her hand down Loki's warm neck as she considered this thought. Peace would probably be in my best interest. I don't know how much more fight my little ones have in them. I don't want to see them get hurt. She looked away from the man as he began to speak once more. His words were calm and reasonable enough. It certainly didn't seem like he was looking for a fight. Yet still she felt slightly unnerved by the stranger. She didn't often meet anyone as composed as him. She was used to people full of anger and passion; he just seemed so, so at ease. Is he playing some kind of game? If he was, it was a very good one. He was a closed book, impossible to read. A flicker of unease ran through her. She didn't like feeling this uncertain. Bad things always came with uncertainty. "That much you do have right," she murmured, her voice not much higher than a whisper. "There are always exceptions. To everything. Most people just choose to ignore them." She began to look at him more closely, trying to look past his unusual surface down to whatever he had hidden beneath it. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she had initially thought. Maybe he was just another proud soul unable to admit when he was wrong. "It's good to meet another person who knows that." She paused. "And, just for the record, I don't recall you ever using the word 'usually' when you spoke of Team Rocket." Trust him? Now that was a strange idea. What was he playing at? "You know, trust isn't really my strong suit. I'm more of a..lone wolf type of person. If you know what I mean." She grinned then paused for a moment. "Huh, guess I just admitted there that I'm not a member of the glorious Rockets." The last two words of her sentence dripped with sarcasm. "So yeah, you were right about that - hooray for you - but that still doesn't mean that I'm a good person." She sighed and let her eyes rest on the female Houndoom, not tearing them away until the dark Pokemon made a noise at her trainer. The sound was kind, loving, not too unlike the gentle grumbles she often got from her own companion. I suppose he can't be that bad then. "I feel the same way about my Pokemon." She hesitated. "Well, excluding one. He's still pretty young. But whatever." She shrugged, then looked back at him. Her charcoal eyes met his emerald ones. What, does he want a staring contest or something? "Trust me, you do need to think outside of the box more often. Everyone does, we're just all too afraid of change to admit it." As she said these words she returned his look, her eyes steady and unblinking. Not until he looked away did he let her eyelids shut. "I suppose that's true," she said in response to his words about vacations. Her voice carried with it a slightly coy tone. "But a vacation in Pewter City? Now that hardly seems fun. Why not Saffron or Celadon? Those cities are much more lively. I can't imagine why you would choose Pewter over them." [/style]

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