Ceruledge clings to Hitoshi like a shadow. Its blue eyes are calm, watching the world impassively as his trainer argues. Only when the cold robotic voice of someone far away cuts through the chatter does he stir. Alongside him, his trainer moves. The names on offer mean nothing to him. Names, as a rule, wash off his brain like water off a camel’s back. In his world of actions and their consequences, names don’t hold much meaning. He can’t even remember his own mother’s name, how is he supposed to remember the name of strangers?[break]
Naturally, their input on the team name isn’t required. Trotting forward like a small dog going to grab a treat, he snags up his bracelet. Locking it to his wrist, he looks at the screen waiting for his input.[break]
“Heh. Only one name worth taking. Sup, Team Sword?” He presses the name in before hitting enter. It becomes evident that he doesn’t know who his teammates are when he speaks to the crowd at large rather than any individuals therein.[break][break]
“Hope one of ya’s got a good brain on ya. Can’t really blame me if I don’t do good if neither of you are good at giving orders.”

Selena Desmarais Ashley Shepard

Hitoshi is an idiot, names the team Team Sword.

Saki glanced to Shred without turning her head to face him, mouth curling into a sharp little grin. "Well, next time, then, huh? And good luck."

With nothing more to say, the grey-haired girl sauntered off. Her assigned teammates were quite easy to find; one had already been in her mind's eye, and the other simply stood out in general. It helped that they were already in close proximity. She closed her eyes for one second to gather her thoughts, then approached with a calm smile.

"Hello! Or, hello again, heheh." After addressing the trio, she turned to Makoto with an apologetic look. "Sorry to break up your group over here. I wonder if the choices were random, or if they had some criteria...? If it's any consolation, I love your hair."

That was all the attention she gave them, turning to Amor and Violet and clasping her hands together. "It's nice to meet and re-meet you both! My name is Saki, but feel free to call me Yakumo." She giggled a little, at what seemed like an in-joke.

"So we have to pick a team name, huh...?" She thought for just a moment, then pointed at her teammates one by one. "Violet. Rose." Then, to herself. "'Bloom'. We could be Team Flower! I have quite a love of grass-types, you know. Although I... I, uh, ran out, a while back." She looked to the side, with an awkward pained smile.

"...well, on the topic of my team... My current physical friends are one Metagross, one Annihilape, and... errrh, and one of the weird Gallades that looks like a robot. From the Battle of Dewford, you know?" She reached up, timidly scratching the back of her head. "I don't really have a specialty or particular strength, sorry. On the plus side, I don't think I have a weakness either though! I guess I'm kinda boring like that, heheheheh."

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She makes brief comments to Shred Zeppelin and Makoto Kurumi , then introduces herself and her Pokemon to Amor Rose and Violet Fairbanks .
They'll be Team Flower if Violet doesn't put a stop to her.

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Guess they don’t like smart ass votes, eh?

For once a small and brief smile appeared on his lips. Oh well, it wasn’t like his single vote would’ve changed the outcome of this election, after all, elections were always rigged from the beginning, right?

But well enough about that.

The votes were tallied and C became the winner. Gerald listened to the cold Monotonous voice calling out. His eyes locked onto the imagine of Kyrum, a cold shiver ran down his spine, and a sensation he did not often feel. It was fear. Fear that this was something he could not beat no matter how much he tried. Gerald wasn’t a man of faith, but he had heard and seen what that monster had managed to do, so if he had to puth is faith in something then Kyurem was a pretty strong contender.

Next up came the teams. He quickly found his face and name alongside two others whom he did not recognize. But he quickly set to finding them in the crowd.

Once he had found both Makoto Kurumi and Ruby Garcia he would rather promptly state. “I don’t really care for fancy names. So why don’t we just call ourselves Team G?” Clearly the overseers of this whole thing had given them a perfectly valid team name.

TAGS: Makoto Kurumi / Ruby Garcia
TLDR:
- Gerald finds his team mates, and suggests a very original team name.

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"Hm? Yeah, sure, whatever."

Your response to Saki Shitachi is akin to a verbal shrug. You didn't really need to justify your flimsy attempt at taking the middle ground, but you suppose you appreciate the effort. Though, does that really count for much? After all, of the group gathered here, you two are the only ones who seem to share that opinion. Oh well. No bad ideas in brainstorming, right? And at the very least, you'll get uniqueness points.

Of course, uniqueness points probably means not many points, but it is what it is.

The monitors change, and your team is revealed. Team A, huh? They must think highly of you, for you to rank as an "A". Or, more likely, your name just happened to be on the third scrap of paper that they blindly pulled out of the hat. Whatever the case may be, you know your team, so there's no more time to waste. You take a short stroll over to your designated checkpoint, meet your team, and-- Ah, shit, they paired you with the screamy bitch. Fuck.

Yeah, you're done. You've failed. You can't say you didn't see this coming. Sure, Sylvia Cousteau might, MIGHT, be competent, but Xenon Antheil ? This glorified Pokemart manager trying to act like an Admin? And she's going to try and order you around like you give a damn what she thinks? There's no chance in hell. End of the line. It's so over...

...But, may as well see it through, right? Maybe you get a medal for participation or something. So, clearing your throat, you prepare to make nice and introduce yourself to your--

"OI!" With speed you didn't know you had in you, your arm shoots out, grabbing Xenon's wrist before she can hit the confirm button. Arceus wept, not only is she annoying and bossy, but she's got all the style of a Magikarp in the desert. "Are you dumb? No, really, are you a fucking dumbass? Are you? What kind of dumbfuck name is 'Superfuture Modernists'? That's the lamest name I've ever heard. It's so lame, I'm cutting you out. You've lost naming privileges. I'm picking the name now."

With that declaration made, you proceed to shove the girl out of the way, before entering in your own, better, cooler name.

Shred Zeppelin and the Shredettes

Yeah, that's a good name. Dare you say, a great name. Hell, it might even be the best name. Granted, you're not sure you want to claim Screamy Bitch as one of your "Shredettes", but hey, gotta start somewhere, right? You're in this together, so you'll play nice and give her half membership, and by your count, 1.5 Shredettes is still more than 1, so when you add it all up, the maths checks out. Now, all that's left is for you to hit the confirm button--

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TL;DR - The infighting begins NOW.

Sylvia Cousteau Xenon Antheil

Sylvia blinked, having been focusing out on something else in the room when the entire group had been asked to vote for something. She was caught staring off into space, although inside of her mind, she was busy wracking her brain around what her answer would be. Sure, the unknown was pretty scary and had a reason for people to worry about it, but the most dangerous stuff was by the things you always overlooked! Unless they weren't looking for that answer. Who knew? So when the buzz went out to show her lack of a vote, the red head jumped right back into things once more as the woman in charge of this little shindig would begin splitting the massive group up into teams of 3s. And much to her surprise, Sylvia had been planted with that one loud girl from before and some other person she never met before. So this would be interesting! But another guy was also with them! And he had sunglasses! That meant that he meant business. SYlvia wandered up and with a small wave, she'd grin. "I'm gunna call you Shredder. That's waaaay cooler than Shred."

She didn't need to wait too long before the other girl, Xenon Antheil , would approach them and the other guy before launching into another sort of dialogue about being the strongest of the three. Would she live up to being her own hype machine? Time would tell, but Sylvia was quiet as she hung onto every word. Once Xenon was done, Sylvia beamed at the girl, bringing both hands together. "Wow, you must be super strong then!~ I'll stay out of your way then, Xennie!" Was it sarcastic? It could have been. But There was a genuine sort of naivety that was embedded inside of the girl's tone of voice as she started herself. "I'm probably super weak compared to you two, just a lowly little grunt." She stuck her tongue out, giving herself a shrug while gently swinging around to pick up a bracelet. But she'd crack a grin while swinging the cute, fashionable accessory around her right index finger. "But I'm a pretty good spy! I used to work for the science division. But then I maaaaybe got placed elsewhere because I accidentally made an Electrode use Self Destruct inside of a research lab. But that's besides the point! I tried out because I was kind of bored and this seemed pretty cool to do."

She twirled around, juggling three Pokeballs between her fingers before her teammates while looking to Xenon. "I'm an expert of the best type of Pokémon. The creme de la creme: Bug types! I mean, I got them taken away for misuse...But I am! Little known fact, my Scizor is in the top percentage of Scizors~ Besides that, I have a Mawile and a Grapploct! And that's about it." She gave a pleased smile at her little elevator pitch to the two while Xenon went to plug in their name. It was futuristic like she seemed to give off that vibe. Her hand raised and ready to hit the accept button, Sylvia would watch as Shredder then interrupted the name confirmation and got into an argument with Xenon. He didn't seem like a big fan of her name and his own own selection out there. Sylvia leaned over his shoulder to go and watch what he might have typed inside. This one, compared to the last, seemed way more metal and kind of a one man star thing like this. Right as he would go for the accept button, as his finger hovered over the accept button.

"Boop!"

Sylvia and stepped in front of his finger, the man's digit poking into her cheek as she went for the naming box. "Hm, looks like I'll be the tie breaker then! Both names are cool, but this is a team effort, Shredder. So lemme just..." Typ, typ, typ. went the keyboard before the Rocket spun around to show off her name. "Feast your eyes on our name!~"

POSTMODERN SHREDETTES

"Pretty cool, right?" Sylvia said, then immediately slammed her hand on the accept button before either could reply. "Aaaaand we're done!"

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NOTES
• Blanks out while in thought during voting
• Meets her teammates @shredzepplin and Xenon Antheil
• Loves the team names
• Makes up her own team name combining both and hits accept

Sylvia Cousteau Xenon Antheil

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The nerve of this bitch...

Being annoying? Fine. That's not illegal. That's not a crime. Even if it was, who is the pot to call the kettle black? You've been plenty annoying before, and you'll assuredly be annoying again in the future. You don't like her, but you didn't have to like her. No, You just had to grit your teeth long enough to get through this, and odds-on, you'd never have to work with her again. Simple enough.

Insulting you? Fine. Are you supposed to be hurt by her words? You've spent all your life being insulted by people who think they're better than you, and in that tall, tall hierarchy of the rich and popular and powerful, Screamy Bitch ranks low in both influence and in wit. She's just another Rocket Grunt, like you, and if her idea of a scathing comeback is to call you "bone for brains", then her barbs are woefully blunt. She's trying to spite a mountain by throwing stones at it, and you couldn't care less.

Punching you? Fine! It's not even the worst you've been hit this week! You have to respect the sheer moxie of the move. If you were in her shoes, you'd probably have punched yourself, too. It's actually very Shredette of her, y'know? Very cool, very evocative, and very hot. After a showing like that, you might've even considered upgrading her to a full Shredette! Except...

Doing all of that, AND insulting your style? That was where you drew the line.

A part of you felt bad for Sylvia Cousteau , or as you know her, the better Shredette. Really, she's an innocent bystander to what's about to happen. Even now, she's going off about how she loves Bug types and scientific malpractice, without a care in the world. Alas, she got paired with the human equivelants of volatile chemicals and a lit cigarette, and she's got a front row seat to the fireworks.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life, you cunt."

Your hand settles upon one of your Pokeballs. Fuck your team, fuck Rocket, fuck S.P.E.C.T.R.A, and fuck Xenon Antheil . You're not going to let your pride be insulted like this. You want to talk a big game? Time to back it the fuck up.

"Slither Wing! H--"

CRUNCH! As you release Slither Wing from its Pokeball, it immediately attacks. Unfortunately, its strike lands not on her face, but your own, and unlike Xenon's flimsy excuse for a punch, this one easily breaks your nose. You flop down to the ground, stunned, as the Paradox Pokemon stands over your body, its tail wagging back and forth like an overeager dog.

With a groan, you quickly scramble to your feet, shooting the insect a scornful look as you wipe the trickling blood from your nose. This didn't go quite as you hoped, did it? Well, not much to be done about it now. You can't pick a fight when you've already gotten your ass kicked by your own Pokemon. No, loathe as you are to admit it, that's one warning that you can't just brush off. With your pride sufficiently bruised, you glance between Xenon Antheil and Sylvia Cousteau before you quietly walk over to claim your bracelet. The Postmodern Shredettes aren't disbanding just yet, and you can thank your bastard of a Slither Wing for that.

Though, that doesn't mean you're accepting defeat.

"...This isn't over. We'll settle this later, after this exercise is done with. Try not to die before then, yeah?"

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TL;DR - Shred seethes, copes, malds, tries to pick a fight, gets beaten up by his own insect, and decides to play """nice""" for the time being.

Xenon Antheil Sylvia Cousteau

THANK ARCEUS FOR MEMORIZING THE PANEL WITH THE PEOPLE'S NAMES; Selena doesn't have to ask people who she has been grouped with. But when she realizes who her teammates are, she takes time to ponder how the decision is even made. Honestly, she prefers people who she has already worked with, like Kouji Matsubara and River Marx, as she has pegged them compatible with her workstyle.

But maybe, perhaps, these people are too as well.

Hitoshi Inoue already claims the spot in-front the monitor to input a poorly thought name as she hears no contention from the previously outspoken Ashley Shepard .

"Got no fight in you left?" She teases but in a tone more persuading. "Don't be discouraged; there is no correct answer."

She walks past Ashley Shepard and then taps Hitoshi Inoue for him to sidestep, the Kalosian taking his place by the screen. "S.P.E.C.T.R.A. is a team. A question about the top priority is pointless when you designate work in a team, unless..." Selena makes a dramatic pause. "The question is more of a test of character."

She clears the word 'SWORD', pauses for a second, and then types in her own suggestion. "All it means is we've probably covered every blind spot in our time. You worry about the threats we already know and Hitoshi Inoue and I worry about those unknown."

She looks at the screen for one moment, and then to her teammates. "How does that sound, 'TEAM GODSLAYER'?

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EVENT: S.P.E.C.T.R.A. TRINITY TRIALS I
Hitoshi Inoue Ashley Shepard
Kouji Matsubara River Marx
#OPEN TO INTERACT

TL;DR
- SELENA wonders why she's teamed with her current teammates but decides to give them a chance
- Encourages Ashley Shepard
- Deletes Hitoshi Inoue's entry (SORRY AKJSDHBAS) and suggests 'TEAM GODSLAYER'