Try Paradise (open OR mod)

[shades]

The sun was warm, the ocean beautiful, people laughing and kids playing. Pokemon enjoying a break from battling. It was summer, the time of relaxation. Mika had never paused to try a break, but it was a new day for everything. A new time. A new region. Anything was possible. And since she was not ready just this momment to start hunting, why not relax.

After digging through the deepest pockets in her cloak, she found summer clothes. A nice pair of black shorts, and a tank top. If she wanted to go in the water, she'd just go in those clothes. She'd clean up later. But she wasn't all to sure of the salt water yet. So she'd relax to today. She sat on her cloak like a towel, and watched Spinarak as she scurried along the beach, exploring. Serperior wasn't coming out today.

Spinark came back, and quckly made a web depicting certain pokemon she found. "Very nice" She responded, and Spinarak nodded, proud of herself. Mika was already deep in thought. "Keep exploring, or do something. I need time to think."

The pokemon merley dug a nice little hole in the ground, where she hid herself from the wind and the sand passersby kicked up. She also began weaving a web, as she did when bored. She weaced in very thick, and placed Above part of her hole for shade, and relaxed there watching the ocean. The whole relaxing thing was new, and not productive. But she felt it would be good for Mika. Her trainer was such a hard worker, but a break would really give her time to think and plan, instead of consantly push. And spinarak personally knew she herself worked better after resting. Thats why mika always had her exploring first. And probably why she was out for this vacation instead of Serperior. She could lighten things up a bit, Serperior would only want games or actoin. No laziness. its good thing She was around.

But Mika's head, meanwhile, was else where. She was admireing thte beauty of the ocean, and smugly thinking to her self that Spinarak would be proud of that. Maybe she would do this more often. It make things better in the long, even if it seemed so unproductive now. Maybe she'd play some chess with serperior later. he Loved games.

[Sam]

Isabella was flying into Valedsea city, her wings tiring. She was in Flygon form and she had a serious craving for some warm beaches. She had recently been frolicking in the Sierra Mountains, but the high mountains had begun to get old. She wanted flat land and water to the horizon.

Now she was nearing the beach. The ground was becoming closer and closer. Then it curved away as she swooped into a landing. Immediately, she launched herself behind a tree and transformed into morph form. As she was stepping out, her wings contracted into her body and her tinted green hair became brown again. Finding a deserted area of the beach, she found a spot to sit at the beach and started constructing a sand castle.

As she built, she thought. What would she do next? She could stay in Valedsea for a while and act like a trainer. No, then she could get caught in a battle she wouldn't win. Then she'd have to give herself away as a Pokemorph. She could fly over to Cryse Town and get a Pokemon. No, because then she'd have to train it. She could go find some Pokemorphs and hang with them. Then what? No, she would stay here for a while and check on the Pokemon around.

She looked around to make sure no one was around, failing to notice Mika, then released her wings and let her hair tint again. Being a morph was a lot more comfortable then being a human or a pokemon, but if she was flying long distances, she had to be a full Flygon. And if she was in a populated area, she had to be human. She thought she was alone, so she guessed that being a morph now was safe.

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Mika was still laying back, unsure of what to think about. Not sure of how to plan. She did come to one conclusion. Get some stock together. She'd need at least 20 pokemon to start. Perferably of higher class pokemon, so she get a bit of a name thrown out there before she starts with easy to obtain pokemon. probably an evolved pokemon then. Or ones who aren't just around every corner. It was then she realized that she was at a hot spot for flying types.

And Mika's attention was soon drawn to the girl, who really just materilized from no where. She watched the girl on her little spot on the beach, just in front of Mika closer to the water. Spinarak smiled to her self at the little girl. She was very cute. Young. Innocent. But Mika just studied her. The girl was so young. She began to wonder where the girls parents might be. Then something wonderful happened.

A pokemorph. Mika had found a pokemorph. They were quite rare. But trade on them was often looked down upon since they were part human. But pokemon were human like as well. Mika knew that from her own pokemon. But trade on humans was possible. She had thought it over before, but it was alot harder to cover your ass when trading humans. But this girl had power. And maybe Mika could pull off a huge load from some sob who feared this little girl might be mistreated. That she knew always worked with child ransoms, or human trade. Maybe een with really adorable pokemon. This pokemorph would be a sure hit.

Mika though up a quick stratagey. She rose quitley. Spinarak noticed her and crawled up to her should imediatley. Mika came up behind Isabella. Instead of going for the catch, Mika decided to try a different route.

"That is a very powerful skill you have."

[Sam]

Isabella jumped, knocking over her sand castle, when Mika spoke. As quick as lightning, her wings folded into her back again and her hair resumed a normal color. That, easily, could have given away too much, but she wasn't really thinking about that. She was already discovered. She remembered what she was always told from the minute she took control of her powers. Don't let anyone know. Now someone knew. And this person had a Spinark over her shoulder.

She noticed with her sharp eyes, another Pokeball in this women's possession. Isabella hadn't practiced real battle skills as much as control and secrecy. She wouldn't survive against two Pokemon, especially both at once. She'd have to try, anyways, only if it came to that.

She stood up, abandoning her little structure. She backed away from Mika a bit, slightly nervous. Her mother had always told her not to talk to strangers, most of all, ones who gave you the feeling of danger. And this women did. She really wanted to slap her in the face, for some reason, but she knew what troubles would come out of that. So she held herself back.

Then a sudden, terrifying thought hit her. What if she lashed out like she did her brother? She never, ever wanted to experience that again. She could still remember the crushing guilt and horror as she saw her brother's mangled corpse on the ground, the work of her own. Even after years of working on control, Isabella was still wavy on the anger piece. It would take all her self control to stop herself. And even that may not be enough.

So she decided to play it sweetly. She looked to women in the eyes, putting on her cutest, most innocent face she could muster. "Yeah, isn't it cool?"

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Mika noticed very quicly this girls mood change. nervous to sweet. Hiding her talent. She was good. Young, obviously from her mishaps, but she knew what to do in a jam it seemed. But Mika knew al to well she had an adbantage. She noded slightly.

"Yes it is indeed... cool." Mika's way of speaking was very oldfashioned. Her father said Old fashion would intrigue clinets, and demand attention. But that wouldn't work on a young girl now would it? Especially a nervous pokemorph.

And all of a sudden, Mika lost her train of thought. Now what? She had devised the whole plan, but skipped the capture step. She never had to worry about it before so now when she really needed it, poof, she had none. shait. But her recovery was quick.

"Why are you out here all alone?" Mika asked. It was something she wanted to know any. She skipped the where is your family question. Its a red flag of about to get kidnapped. So mika tried to be casual. She also had a slight caution in her voice for her next comment. She thought a motherly tone might win over such a young girl.

"It is not safe, especially with your ability." Mika then did a neck twitch. Spinark blinked and began to yawn, strectchin her many legs. or she was pretending to anyway. She was actually sending out tiny web strands out around mika in all directions, little ones thin and unseen. If the girl moved right or left, she'd be caught. However, there was no place for spinarak to attach an arieal web to, and couldnt shoot behind the girl, for the water was right there. And Mika knew that. So mika saw something Spinark didnt. Something was up.

[Sam]

Mika's tone was soothing to Isabella, the kind her mother used to use when she would be left alone. It made her feel...unafraid. Maybe this women wasn't dangerous. Maybe she was just...a women. Or she could be every bit of an evil-spirited monster that Isabella saw her as in the back of her mind. Or maybe it was just Isabella. Who she was mistaking it for a civilian. What was wrong with her?

Spinark suddenly caught Isabella's eye. Every bit of movement would set her off to suspicion right now. Even if it was just a bug stretching its legs. Seriously, what was wrong with that? Everything. Isabella could just feel the danger from a small movement, but it was not something she could see at all. So, for now, she ignored it.

She turned back to Mika. Her questions sounded perfect. She was good at this. And Isabella didn't know if that was from practice, or just charisma skills. She hoped to death that it wasn't the first. So, now, there was just the questions to answer. In just a couple of seconds, she formed the words in her mind. "Oh, I come here a lot alone. See, I live just inside the city. And I'm a master at hiding."

Oops. Isabella suddenly realized that she had given away too much. Well, hopefully this strange women didn't give too much thought to it. And, there was no way to prove her home theory false without sounding like a stalker or a kidnapper.

[shades]

Seeing Isabella calm made mika change her mind with webs. She could do this herself. Without Spinaraks help. She strecthed her neck again, and her pokemon confusdley yaawned once more, stretching her legs, drawing all the webs away. Mika the noted Spiark was tired, and brought her pokeball up. Spinark gladly went iside. Mika wasbeing to indesicive right now.

But Mika turned back to Isabella. She listened to he girls easy answer. Either a good lie or a free coming truth. She doubted it was true, this girl was too good for that. Most pokemorphs were. But who knew, maybe Mika's buisness nature teaching her how to be charasmatic and serious was paying off. She was good.

But she meerley nodded to The girls answer. She then had a spark fly in her mind, though she showed to hint of it.

"Well at least you know that you are safe, then." Mika replied. "I am new here you see," She continued, turning to grab her cloak, showing its wear from travel. She folded it as her sentence continued, "But you seem to be Local. Do you mind showing me around? I am Mika, also. Mika Noir." Mika never used a fake name. She wanted word of her to be spread. You can't take credit for something under a fake name.

[Sam]

Isabella sighed in relief. Mika didn't really think about her comment about being a master of hiding. She couldn't use that knowledge if she didn't know it...she hoped. Finally, that Spinark would leave her alone. She didn't like the look of him.

Now, she really wasn't liking Mika. That worn jacket, it was just too much. A regular, kind, Valedsea civilian wouldn't have some accessory such as that. Then again, what did she know. Not that she really came here often. But she came here often enough to know her way around rather well. And Mika seemed to know that.

So, her answer, and a plan, were all ready to second Mika stopped talking. "Yeah, sure, Mika. I'm Isabella by the way. I can't be too late, though, my parents will be wondering what had happened to me." There was a slight edge to the last word, as if indicating that her parents really would come after her. It was a warning to Mika. That she wasn't alone.

[shades]

And Suddenly, Mika was done. The edge in the girls voice. Her quick responses. It was a battle of the witty and the better bull sh**er. And this Girl was winning. And besides, Mika wouldn't have a chance to get the girl in the wide public. but calm conversation must have driven the worry away from any passersby. but there were none.

Mika also sighed. This girl was very good. And she had a new idea. Just go in for the kill. She shrugged on her cloak, and put her boots on. Her prreppy mom voice slipped away. She was a woman of harsh polotics again.

"Listen. Two ways to do this, because out smarting each is not working. Come calmly, and i can arrange things for you. I know you dont have reason to trust me, espeially in my buisness, but i can make deals with any body, even you. And you get things from a buisness deal. Other option, run. Make things hard. But it will be routine after that." For affect she brought out Serpireior. He looked meanacingly at the girl. Heres the game Mka missed so much. She made the attack more for own needs of hunting than for lack of progress. Oh well. Its the game.

[Sam]

Isabella froze. Mika was exactly who she thought she was. Well, not exactly. But she was bad...in a way. Isabella, knew however, that there was no such thing as a bad person. She should know. If killing your own brother didn't make you 'bad', then being a hunter, as she could now see Mika for who she was, didn't make you 'bad'. But, Isabella was afraid. Afraid of what Mika would do.

Two options. Come quietly, the easy way. Or run, the hard way. Well, Isabella wasn't ready to give up hope so easily. She was determined to prove herself better then this hunter. To get away. So, she'd either take flight or turn around and battle. She would do both, if she had to. So, she quietly spread her wings, keeping them behind her back, but kept her hair the same. She looked straight into Mika's eyes, betraying nothing, then turned around, fast as lightning, and shot into the air, morphing into Flygon at the exact moment of flight.

[shades]

MIka rolled her eyes, realizing she shouldn't have lost her paitence. But she really was deprived of the hunt. She'd just have to get back in the swing of things. Then it would be easier to wait. Plus, what kind of buisness makes no mistakes? And even more, little risky ventures help. This was one. Of course the girl flew. Alright, time to move. Mika whistled, and jumped up in the air.

Serpeior slid underneath her, and slithered at a great speed with mika on his back. The girl became a full flygon, Mika noticed. Very intriguing. Time to move. "Basic knotting" Mika instructed. her great snake pokemon acted imediatley. he shot long vines of grass out, using grass knot. He tried to shoot them, and cross them in the air.

They either would contact the flygon and tie her up, tangle above her and drag her down. Or the sides, and could swing her in the oposite directoin. Not as good as the first two but good enough. Finnaly, it could shoot underneath the girl, and would do nothing. In that case, the game would continue.

In Mika's opnoin, any would do.

[Sam]

Isabella was having a rough time jumping into flight like that. She'd never really practiced it and sort of stumbled in the air as she did it. She knew it was over before she could even get far into the air. Vines wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to the ground.

She struggled for a moment, screeching as loud as her hoarse Pokemon voice would go, then had an idea. Flapping her wings ferociously, she looked down at the vines wrapping around her. She could hurt herself, but it would probably work anyways. Taking a single claw, she lit it with Dragon Claw and swiped down.

She was right, her own claws scratched along her body. She cringed as she felt the painful sensation, but heard the snap of breaking vines. Triumphant, she flapped her wings some more and burst into the air. Some vines got in front of her, but she slashed them quickly out of the way. She was gaining speed and altitude. She looked back at Mika, smirking, arrogantly believing that this was over.

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The broken vines zoomed back too Serpior and he continued to slither underneath the flying pokemorph. And Mika was very proud. Paitence would come in handy again. The girl had left blood on the vines, showing she must have been hurt. She'd have to land evmtually. And Mika would be waiting when she did.

Quickly changing behind a tree into pants, but keeping the tank top, mika got her tools in her cloak ready. She pulled out her bonoculars, and began peering at the girl. She was trying to see the next approach. She sent Spinarak out. "Track her." Mika then sped out around the beach with serpior, Trying tose ll the good landing places, and ducked into the city.

That left Spinarak witha great missoin. Follow the girl. Mika knew how to find her webs easy, so Spinarak got right to tracking. She found the girls shadow, adjusted to the angle, so her long, and this time thick and noticeable webbing would be found by Mika. Maybe they would find patterns, or predict her next move, or serve use to follow her.

But Spinark had her own ideas. And Mika always approved of her ideas, she was much wiser than the headstrong Serpior. So Spinarak was setting small stick balls against the webbing. if the girl tried to move the webbing, shed get stuck, or would stretch the webbing and have it unwind to a nice thin followable trail. But these marks were spread out. the was always the chance the girl would grab a safe part. But spiark wasn't going to waste all her string. So she set her traps at large intervals, and continued to map the girl.

[Sam]

Just as Mika had predicted, Isabella began to wear out. The scratch in her side was deep and was burning like hell. She had tried everything she could during a chase to stop it from bleeding, but nothing was working. It wasn't bleeding a lot, but it was sucking out a lot of her energy. And that was a bad thing. Definitely a bad thing. Along with that, her wings were having trouble holding her in the air, after such a long journey and then a sudden flight.

The only idea she had was to switch to morph form. But there were a couple of reasons why she couldn't do that. One, was the only thing she was ever told not to do. And that was reveal herself were she knew others would see her. Flying above a super populated city in morph form was not a good idea. At all. The second was that her wound would be worse as a human then a Pokemon.

She'd have to stick with being a Flygon for a while. She was growing a little more confidence as she saw the edges of the city line. Then she realized. She was losing height. She couldn't go on anymore, with her blood-stained leg and worn out wings, she couldn't carry herself any farther. Then she thought, what's the worst that could happen with Mika? Why create all this trouble if she knew she would have lost anyways?

So, she gave in to her weariness and her wings stopped moving. Immediately, she plummeted for the ground. Scared, she pulled out her wings with an effort and slowed herself down before landing messily onto the ground. She looked back. She had gone very far, the beach a ways away, the city just to her right. But she wouldn't go any farther then this.

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Mika was whatching the skies. When she saw the creature start falling, she new it must by the girl. She urged Serpior to turn around, and he did. The object had fallen closer to town as well. So she urged Serpior to go as fast as he could slither. She atracted Quite some intentin with her intimadating pokemon. But every person seemed to scared to follow her. Good for mika.

Back at the beach's edge, Spinarak sped over to the fallen Flygon. She imediatley began weavingwebs over... The cut. She weaved kindly and softly. She did it tight enough to stop the bleeding. At least until Mika got there. She then took a big breath. She had exahusted her webs today. She would need to wait until her body refreshed the chemical.

Soon Mika arivved. She undid the webs carefully, and pulled out a healing agent. She put some on her hands, and offered to gently messaged the cut. She knew how to heal wounds. She then pulled out banages and asked to wrap it up. Then she looked at Isabella.

"How does it feel?"