"Yeah..." Was all that Ezra could manage to say before the man gestured for them to move forward. Following close beside him, the ends of his lips quirked up into a smile, appreciative of the man's offer to help. Was he his personal guardian angel today or what?

"I'm Ezra," He looked over with him, smiled again, then turned back towards their scampering babies. At this point Treecko had reached the torchic. They were giggling together like two school children evading their teachers during recess. "And your name?"

"Ah thanks," Ezra offered the man an appreciative smile, though, he was far too tired to do much more. With a shaky breath, he reached out and accepted the glasses from the man. "It's...it's," He huffed each word between breaths of both stress and weariness, "it's been like this all morning."

He used the back of his hand to wipe the trail of sweat tracing the curves of his face. Then, with that same hand, he readjusted his glasses so they were securely planted on his face again. The world was much clearer when you can actually SEE it.

x1 Type 2 Evo 50 PD (used on my charmeleon immediately)
x1 gachapod 50 PD (used immediate cause im an addict please help)
1x TM/TR  60 pd(teaching Breloom Bullet Seed)

Total: 160 PD

Man oh man was Ezra tired. Due to a job related quest, the man had been trekking through the wilderness for a few days, forced to experience the relentless mood swings mother nature had to offer. But that was over now. He could finally return to Rocket HQ to take a relaxing hot shower - maybe even treat himself to a bubble bath for once.

A soft whistle left his puckered lips as he sauntered down the cavernous hallway of the submarine. Only excited thoughts of relaxation fluttered inside his head. "I wonder what I should start out f....irst." Stunned, Ezra had reached the entrance of the communal bath expecting one, maybe two rockets lurking about. Not a whole party full of them!

"Wha... Huh??" His confused eyes darted across the room, desperate to find the hidden reason these men had convened at the baths. But alas, the only information he gained was that several attractive men now flooded his vision, including that of his underboss. AKA the only man in rocket he actually liked.

"Sorry for interrupting...this bath party...?"

"PLEASE STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!" The wild cries of man could be heard as a small, snickering Treecko dashed away, leaving Ezra in the dust. The treecko would run a bit, then look behind and mock the blubbering man, then continue forward. Like a snobbish kid running away from his babysitter. As this spectacle continued to unravel, The baby treecko eventually scurried right by MATIAS SILPH , heading the same direction as the torchic. Ezra, of course, continued to follow a far bit behind. But, due to his lack of perception (as his glasses has fallen off while mid chase), the rocket eventually found himself pressed against something both tall and solid. "Oi, my bad..."

Like a prisoner to his own worries, Ezra shuffled towards the gym, shackles clung to his ankles. Attached to these chains were the weights of overwhelming pressure. Pressure to succeed. To come out of this gym a stronger man. If he was being honest, it was his dangerous shenanigans at Rocket that brought him here today. Meeting the idea of death face to face was enough for Ezra to discover a new desire to develop himself outside of the organization. To remind himself that he's more than the Rocket grunt façade he puts up on a daily basis.

Swallowing  a ball of mucus and saliva, the man shoved the doors of the gym open, pushing himself into the luminous building. The bright neon lights caused him to blink several times before continuing forward. He wasn't quite sure of the proper challenger etiquette he had to display. Should he call out for the gym leader? Say hello? The fear of uncertainty bubbled inside his stomach. "Hello? I'm here to challenge the gym leader..."

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glitch maverick

Don't think. Just keep moving towards safety. Towards another tomorrow, far away from the devil's playground he was in right now. Far away from the heartless bastards that could pull a trigger without flinching. Far away from the monstrosities that fought in the sky, whirling unknown powers that a simple boy like him couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Ezra chopped at his bottom lip. No matter how much he attempted to maintain his attention onto the objective that is safety, his thoughts would still continue to wander back to what he saw. What he just witnessed. Those things...what were they? Why were they there? Thinking back, he remembered being told about something called avatars? People who harness the abilities of legendries, demi-gods in their own right.

"Choi...were those avatars?" The words were light. Like droplets of rain pattering on the window during a quiet night. He understood their position, and that those questions weren't truly warranted right now, but he couldn't help but ask. To receive at least one answer to his plethora of questions. Though, when the answer was received, his reaction wouldn't be positive. Rather, a contortion of frustration and anger and hurt would appear across his features. He would quietly curse to himself, shake his head, and continue to fester in a pool of his own thoughts.

What a world they lived in. A world where Demigods played with the lives of the mortals around them, flinging about their godly powers without consideration of whether it's appropriate. To be blessed with such gifts and use them here. He knew, due to his rank, that he couldn't begin to wrap his mind around the tiny details hidden behind a simple acquisition mission. But damn did he know that there was absolutely no need to risk the lives of innocent workers by carelessly calling upon such unworldly powers. That there was no need to flaunt their strength through purposeless battles. There was no need to further bloodshed, yet here he was, barely escaping with his own life. Useless. Unable to even begin to compare. He hated them. Despised them and anyone else who would use their strength in such reckless ways.

“She can heal him, or teleport you away, but not both.”

His head shot up. Before he knew it, Lulu Flint was in front of them again, through the use of another unknown ability. He nodded to her words, though, it was clear he was in no state to receive them. Silent resentment was flowing through his veins. The type of resentment that could destroy or reinvent a man. Still, he nodded and accepted the Poke ball from her without much a fuss. There wasn't much he could utter out between ragged breaths anyways.

After she left, Ezra quickly returned Sol and Ty back into their balls, leaving only Mushy out for protection. "I-I, uh, let's teleport us out of here, yeah?" He slapped on another grin for Chu-e. It didn't do much to hide the clearly evident emotions he was feeling, but it was all Ezra could afford to do.

The sound of Mushy's cries suddenly cracked the stillness around them, warning the two of the incoming foe. Eye brows raised, Ezra turned his head back, barely granting himself the enough time to witness Mushy come out to block the incoming attack by meeting it with a Mach Punch.

"H-hey now, uh, no need for violence! We're, uh, just hikers that are trying to head home." Rattled, Ezra knew to discreetly slip Chu-e Choi Lulu's Poke ball, as he would know how to use the Gardevoir better than he would. To heal or to teleport - that's something choi had to decide, not him.

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TLDR;
- Still runnin' away
- goes through inner thoughts about avatars
- Takes the Pokeball from Lulu
- suggests teleporting over healing
- Breloom (Mushy) blocks/meets Kazimir Wynter 's fist with Mach punch
- told Kaz that they (chu-e and him) are just hikers cause uhhh
- Hands Chu-e the Gardevoir poke ball Lulu gave them

character tag: Ezra Zeke [break]
Challenge: TRADITIONAL
Pokémon:  

An eerie silence fell over the submarine. There was not a sound to be heard on this slumbering submarine, as most of it's inhabitants were fast asleep, dreaming the night away. Ezra, on the other hand, was left alone in this silence, tasked with the mundane duty of patrolling at night. At first he thought the idea was quite fun-- being left alone to explore this villainous lair allowed him plenty of opportunities of map out the area and gather some intel for his eventual next leak. But, this newfound excitement was fleeting, as he had thoroughly explored the area within the first two hours of his shift. Now he was left hopelessly bored with nothing left to take his mind off the mysterious sounds he would randomly hear. Each time he did hear one, a shiver would crawl down his spine, causing him to shudder. Still, a task was a task, and there was no escaping this one.

Back pressed against the cold steel walls of the submarine's corridor, Ezra stared back at the empty abyss, unsure of what to do. "one hundred bottles of moomoo milk on the wall, hundred bottles of moomoo milk..." He started to sing, his voice hushed, "Take one down, pass around, ninety-nine bottles of moomoo milk on the wall..." The song, while quiet, filled the emptiness of the area. It was just enough sounds to put his cowardly heart at ease.

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peggie vela

Notes: for clarity, he's in the corridor near the cafeteria right now

Alas, a cowboy did come to his rescue!

Following the trail left by the sudden voice, Ezra's eyes drifted to his left, a sense of wallowing sadness behind them. The chuckles of those around him really did a number on his already fragile ego. "Uh..." There was a hint of visible embarrassment spread across his cheeks as he immediately averted his gaze back to the ground below. "I'm the one who's defective," He muttered, head hung low, "I...I can't seem to stay on."

His eyes eventually returned to steal a glimpse of the strangers face. Damn. Not only was he being approached by someone during an embarrassing moment, but that someone was attractive too. That just made the situation a double whammy.

In the meantime, his umbreon approached the incoming duo, replying to the mightyena with a low pitch bark back. Then, when shooed, he continued to follow the Pokémon, tail waging. The only thing that was on his mind was the possibility for play time.

"Nothing, nothing!" He offered both of his hands up in surrender, a wide smile spread across his face. Though, this expression didn't last for too long, as her question reminded him of his situation. The same situation he was hoping to forget for a few hours.

Rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze slowly drifted away from the girl and onto the meadows to their right. Rough was an understatement. These past few weeks had been filled to the brim with the toughest experiences Ezra ever had to go through. Shit that'll stick with him for a long, LONG time. "Ahh..." His voice trails off for a moment, "It has, uh, been quite the experience, yeah. But at least it's different!" He tried ending his sentence with a sprinkle of positivity, as he didn't want to disappoint his friend too much. Besides, it's not like he could explain WHY his experience had been so shitty, and he wasn't much of a liar.

"But, hey! At least we got to meet." He softly tapped her arm with his curled up fist, offering a playful punch to lighten the mood. A tinge of worry could be traced in his words, as he hoped his words didn't dampen the mood too much.

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Yui Fujin Silph

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"Oh." Plopped out of his mouth like a string of drool. The first Pokémon he spotted was standing a mere few feet from him: a dancing Oricorio. She was doing her little dancey dance in front of him, flapping her three fingered hands to the beat of some unknown source. A flame flickered in her eyes as she continued to sway her bird hips in front of him, growing more and more aggressive with her movements. It almost scared the trainer, as he was unsure of what to do. Usually he would just walk away, but...

She kept dancing faster.

And faster.

Was she approaching him??

She was definitely approaching him.

Moving back, Ezra looked for a method of escape, but there were none. The only way was through her. But she was still dancing. "Ahhhhh, don't mind me," He sputtered, inching his way around her. Once it was clear, he sprinted away, ready to find any Pokémon other than that one.

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