The group trying to deal with Violet was handled rather easily. Underestimating the Eevee quickly led to their defeat at the hands of a well-placed Springtide storm.

The group focusing on Trevenant was faring just a smidgen better. The Pokémon expecting the Trevenant to put up resistance was somewhat prepared. But they all fell one by one at the angry fists of the Trevenant. Slowly the cultists realized they were losing. For once they started to see reason. They began to back off, fear and repressed anger painted on their face. Some of them turned to their springtide storm victim-compatriots. The group was ever so slowly dissolving until there was none left that wished to fight the Trevenant.

Meanwhile, group three was definitely the most panicky of the bunch right now. The sound of blaring sirens in the distance announced the soon-to-be arriving Ambulance. All they had to do was continue their battle of life and death. Johanna was quickly working up a sweat here, she hadn’t worked this much in, well ever, honestly. But she would make it, she had to. As a Joy it was her born duty to be able to deal with these things, there was no room for failure right now.

It seemed most had gotten some clue about the riddle. Well, all but her. She was lost, having naught the mind to think of answers nor the social connections to have friends here who did, or at least none that was near her right now.

And so Johanna chose to rely on simply watching those around her. One by one they spoke among each other, announcing where they were heading and went off on their own, and others had the patience to offer help to those who could not go to the Northernmost Whirlpool on their own.

For a short moment, she considered taking one of those offering help up on their offer. But realized that doing so would be rather egotistical of her. And instead headed to the water. Feet gently soaking in the salty ocean water as she summoned her Blastoise. “Alright Anat, we are going to the Northernmost Whirlpool, got it?” Johanna said.

Alas, the Blastoise looked at her a bit confused. Unlike a certain Pokémon, she was not born with a compass in her nose.

Johanna noticed the confusion and thought for a moment, then found the nearest trainer heading in that direction. She pointed towards Isaac Merlo being carried by…. Wait was that an Aggron crossing the water? Was she hallucinating? She shook her head. “Follow that Aggron.” Words she had never thought would escape her when talking about crossing the water.

The Blastoise nodded and then jumped in the water, letting Johanna jump onto her shell before starting their voyage towards the Northernmost Whirlpool. Perhaps being lucky enough to join up with The Blonde guy and his flying Aggron before they would dive into the Whirlpool itself.

"Hey, mind if I..." Johanna asked as Blastoise and her reached the whirlpool where Isaac Merlo and his Aggron were. However, it seemed her words did not reach him in time as he was unceremoniously dumped into the Whirlpool's current after a switcheroo between two of his Pokémon. She had hoped to join up but seemed like she wouldn't get the option. Instead, she took a deep breath and gave Blastoise a gentle clap signaling that she was ready to dive, and so it did.

TLDR:
- Johanna summons Blastoise
- Follows Isaac to the NORTHERNMOST Whirlpool
- Perhaps joins up with him before diving in?

She’d had been caught in a prison of her own making. Pondering the potential failure that she was about to embark on, rather than working towards avoiding it when her eyes caught the motion of someone waving. For a moment she thought it to be a mistake, but then she recognized the person, and the use of her nickname only solidified his identity.

With eager steps did she make her way over to angelo vestri “Hi!” She replied. Noticing the gentle pats he was giving the ground next to him. She took his cue of offering a place for her, nodded, and sat down by his side.

“Yeah, a little bit, and I figured it would be a good opportunity for me to help out.” She agreed a small relieved smile on her lips, knowing that there was someone there that she knew. Though she couldn’t help but wonder how she hadn’t noticed him on the boat.

“Oh no, I am here all alone.” She paused for a moment. “But that probably doesn’t make it any better.” She chuckled for a moment, as she pondered how she should go about asking the tough question. “So, I am looking for someone to share a tent with me. Would you be available for that?” Her words were nervously spoken, a nervousness which quickly overtook her and caused her to blabber on a bit more than she needed to.

“I mean if you’ve already found someone else to bunk with or just don’t want to that’s perfectly alright.” She took a deep breath. Halting herself from further speaking against the completion of her objectives.

Of all the things she had resigned herself to see today. Beached whales weren’t that. Alas, here she stood upon the beaches of Slateport. Watched as the poor Wailords and Wailmer’s sought refuge from predators by throwing themselves at an early end.

Wingulls were slowly gathering around some of the weaker Wailmer and Wailord. Their cries sounded an awful lot like they were proclaiming their ownership of the poor creature.



Johanna was not about to stand for that. And so, with a Pokéball in and what little gusto she could muster, she marched towards one of those ready to throw a Pokéball at the Problem, because that solved everything.

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She just barely got a few introductory words in before Eva Morales was pulled off in many directions by an onslaught of people that seemingly knew her. As so often happened, in situations like that Johanna resorted to becoming a part of the décor, just quietly shambling along between the various groups on the ship for the duration of the trip.

She was one of the first to leave the ship, her wallflower nature brushed aside by her own excitement. And as they made their way to the first camp, her eyes ate voraciously of the sights. Everything was so pink. Almost as if this very island was in some way connected with the Joy family. Perhaps they originated here? It was a fun thought, but probably no more than a fantastical thought.

Though with the Joy family in mind. She figured she would snap a photo for her mother to see. But when she tried to use her phone, it became unruly, what few pictures she snapped were blurry messes. She sighed. I suppose I will just have to tell her about this place then. She thought in defeat, placing the phone back in her pocket.

All of her thinking, sightseeing, and trying to take pictures, made for rather good entertainment. She barely noticed the time pass by until at last, they reached the camp where a supposed head-ranger welcomed them. Her greetings were rigid in nature quickly petering out into awkward silence. Though Johanna didn’t judge her for that. Instead, she merely followed along to their lodgings.

And it was here that she found herself with perhaps the biggest ordeal of this whole expedition. She supposedly had to find someone to share a tent with. She knew nobody here! With Deerling-like eyes, she peered around at everybody. She had noticed how most had been talking with each other during the boat trip, so of course, there was sure to be some whose tent partners had already been decided.

What do I do if nobody wants to share a tent with me? The thought made itself known in her mind. She didn’t much like the idea of sharing a tent with a stranger, but would she truly have the spine to force herself upon someone if they were equally as unwilling, or would she have to resign herself to sleeping under the stars in the soft cozy arms of her deadly Bewear?

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Ruby’s attempts at intimidation didn’t seem to work, in fact, they gave the boy a chuckle. Why would the ‘king of the playground’ have to fear these mice? “Pfft, rather unoriginal, don't you think?" He smirked at Ruby. Though she lacked originality, he did enjoy the display of guts and for that, he would reward her with his name. "My name is Adrian.” He answered confidently, before taking a heave of his cigarette and releasing a puff as he sat upon his throne leisurely. As if her request had been but a barely noticed notion, did he gesture for one of the other boys to hand her the lighter, which he did.

Never once did his gaze stray from Ruby’s, not even to see if his subordinate did as he was told. So sure was he in the obedience of his people—a well-placed faith. “Now, let’s cut the crap. You two didn’t just go over here to ask for a lighter.” His eyes finally moved over to Johanna. While she didn’t avert her gaze it lacked the confidence that Ruby seemed to have in abundance.

“So, what is it you two want?” He didn’t move from his throne, though he bent a bit forward as if finally paying attention to them. His movements didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the crew, some began to shuffle about. Mainly the few female members, perhaps seeing the two as a threat to their position or perhaps looking for a further their own agenda.

Johanna gazed upon the Riddle in the sand. It was one of the first things she had noticed, like so many others, upon her arrival here. Quickly followed by the whirlpools out in the waters. Maybe they were related in some way. The riddle pointing them in the direction of where they had to go? It was a curious thought, one that she had to mull over.

By her side the Mimikyu Cellach stood, gazing upon the riddle mimicking its trainer. Its worn and tattered Pikachu disguise stands in stark contrast to the bright neon purple hues of Johanna’s punk-rock crop-top and black hot pants. She seemed like she’d gotten lost since her attire screamed more city dweller than beach goer.

She turned away from the riddle and went to the edge between sand and water, Mimikyu following obediently along. She began to gaze upon the whirlpools. For a moment she got lost in their swirls. They were hypnotizing in their movements. Her mind began to wander. She could swear she heard a woman speak familiar words.

At first, she could not hear the words. But as she listened not only did she recognize the voice of Megan Whitmore but also the words she had spoken “Though, if you ask me, you are a mighty fine woman anyway. Expectations like those can’t ever be met anyway. Life is about achieving happiness for yourself.” Wise words indeed, and she had tried to take them to heart though it was difficult at times. Still, the memory burned bright, she felt her cheeks warm at the reliving of her past.

She shook her head. There was no way Megan was here and if she was why would she say those words once more. She looked around just to be sure. But she couldn’t see the familiar face. A small hint of disappointment appeared on her face, though she quickly hid it once more. As she turned around and returned to the gathering.

She came back, just in time to hear Andrea Vaneau speaking. Though she stayed quiet. She had no better suggestions to make. She sucked at riddles.

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If only Ruby knew how right she was when she thought Johanna hadn’t done a crime in her life. But alas that was neither here nor there. Still, Johanna noticed the disappointment and annoyance. It was looks she was all too familiar with.

“Sorry… That was kind of how I was recruited…” That probably told Ruby more about Johanna than what she needed or wanted to know. An apologetic smile was sent in Ruby’s direction, as a sense of helplessness washed over Johanna.

And so she allowed Ruby to take the lead. Following timidly behind. She watched as Ruby fished out a cigarette. Alas, Johanna had no such things upon her person, in fact, she had never smoked before. Like a nervous Growlithe did she follow Ruby towards the group of teenagers.

It didn’t take long for the group to spot the much older pair of women as they walked toward them. A few fingers pointed in their direction, then a few comments were whispered in hushed voices among the group followed up by some snickering.

When Ruby announced their presence to the group, asking for a light, the leader of the group looked down upon them from his throne of Mankey-bars. Making no attempt at hiding that he was giving them the elevator look. A young boy no more than seventeen, well-built and with short well-cut hair, and confidence to match his looks. He was clearly the type to spend more time at the gym than in the books, and so were the rest of the group. Clearly, the group consisted of a bunch of teenagers with more brawn than brains.

“Light? Sure we got light. But who is asking?” He blew out a puff of smoke from his own cig.

Johanna breathed a sigh of relief as Dorian proclaimed that their mission here was done. She took the money and followed him out to the car. She had to consciously compose herself or she felt the itching wish to start shaking from what little adrenaline was coursing through her bloodstream due to the tension in there.

“Uhm, thanks.” She replied meekly. Though she had to admit. Just his presence scared her a bit. How long would it take for him to turn on her? Sure she knew he wouldn’t do that as long as she was a good little Rocket. But still, the thought of it. The mental image of him being turned on her. It was enough to send chills of fear down her spine.

OOC: End post for Johanna

Even with the mask, Johanna could feel how the opinion that Ruby held for her dropped considerably. Nonetheless, Johanna was not about to let that stop her. Ruby obliged giving Johanna her actual name. Johanna merely nodded in response, showing she had committed it to memory.

Johanna “Yeah, let’s give them some trouble to cause.” Johanna paused realizing now that she had no idea how they would approach the situation. “Well, I figured we’d just go over there and ask them nicely.” Yeah, she hadn’t really thought it through, or perhaps she had simply never been a part of such a group, even if her clothing suggested otherwise.

“But perhaps you got a better idea?” She looked almost hopeful toward Ruby, since she definitely seemed like she would fit in among such a crowd.

Having caught yet another Pokémon. She turned her attention to the words Mint spoke. Now the state he described was not one unknown to her. Albeit she had little which would allow her to relieve him of either hunger or annoyance.

They reached an especially bad corner. Mold had claimed the corner or waited. Taking another look revealed that it was a Pokémon that they had confused for mold. Said Pokémon didn’t stay, chosen instead to waddled away. “Yeah, this place definitely needs an actual team of cleaners to go through it.” She replied. Her eyes returned to where the Gloom waddled away from. A hint of a lightish blue stood in stark contrast to the backdrop.

A wild Nidorina laid upon the ground, knocked out. She slowly approached it, kneeling down right in front of it before she placed a hand in front of its mouth and felt the weak sensation of the breath. Though she dared not touch it too much in case of poisoning. She retrieved an empty Pokéball. Her best cause of action would be to capture it and take it with her to the nearest PokéCenter since it didn’t seem to be physically hurt.


OOC: Capturing the Nidorina.