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[After a conversation with N, Batgirl came to the embarrassing conclusion that she had been sleeping on top of the local Pokemon gym since arriving in town. She wondered if the training she had done with Spoiler and Oracle was enough. It seemed as though most Pokemon trainers carried near the maximum of six Pokemon with them. Before she nestled in for the night, she looked over at her Pokemon who had already fallen asleep. She returned them to their balls with a satisfied sigh.]

In that dream... my memories of the real Stephanie and Barbara seemed to influence my two Pokemon... or perhaps it was somewhat the other way around. Unlike the wild Pokemon people capture, these two appeared for me... perhaps their natures could sense how important my friends are to me and were drawn to me because of that.

[She looked up into the moon, and was reminded of home, when so often a second circle of light would appear in the sky.]

I will locate Team Plasma; and I will stop them if they prove to really be a threat to this world.

Batgirl VS Cilan )

Batgirl then exits the gym, and while standing right outside it, opens up her communicator, but then stops herself. She puts the device away and looks out at the city for what may be the last time. She also felt around in the pouch she had just designated for money, happy that she could finally buy civilian clothes in case they were needed.   

I was going to announce my victory... in order to show that I am becoming a trainer worthy of respect. But perhaps it's best if I head to Nacrene unannounced and wait for Team Plasma to act.



((Cassandra will then head to the Pokemon Center, and various shops in Striaton in order to prepare for her journey via Route 3+Wellspring cave. Not sure if anyone's still in Striaton, but if so feel free to poke Batgirl or something. XD))
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[Right before most people would be heading to bed, those who check their video feeds see an indication of a broadcast/message. A dark silhouette appears on the screen. A face veiled by a full mask with pointed ears and stitches outlining the eyes. Inside her mind, she was nervous. Not being skilled with words, she had gone over what she had wanted to say in her mind, and thought back to her lessons... but she could not hesitate any longer. Without so much as moving, a voice behind the mask speaks.]

This is Batgirl. I know what I am about to say may put my search; as well as my future actions at risk. However... it has become clear to me that even with training, I know little of this world. I should not... take action on my own. So I speak to you all today to share information, as well as my help if anyone else is pursuing the same goals.

[She suddenly shifts out of frame to reveal a simple building's rooftop, where a Sableye was repeatedly striking at a Natu as it attempted to flutter out of the way. Batgirl then turns the camera back to her masked face.]

Since I arrived here, I have been training against the wild Pokemon in the area; as well as teaching the two in my care to the best of my abilities. While my own skills may be useful... it is clear that Pokemon are key in this world.

As many of you are aware, there was a group a while ago. A man with a partial mask, he spoke of liberation; but I believe their may be something beneath what he said. There was a Pokemon creature there, it had what seemed to be blades not only on its head, but also two protruding from its stomach area. It was humanoid enough that I could read it's actions; even though it looked still.

It was not the pose of a simple peaceful guard.

I have more observations. But for now I will simply ask anyone with more information about this group to please contact me. And for those like me from other worlds; I would advise caution if you encounter this group.

[And then, without any sort of formal closing, the turns off the feed. She stares up at the moon from her vantage point on the strange blue roof of the building she was using as the base of her very limited operations. She had discovered the strange building nearby was called a "Pokemon Center" and would heal her Pokemon without cost if they became fatigued, and were open all night so she could avoid suspicion. The building she was 'living on' also seemed to be a restaurant of some kind, and as such, leftover food was easy to come by, and even left out, presumably for some nearby Pokemon, at night. For now though, she waits for communications from others, hopefully communication which would lead to information she could use.]
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[Cassandra found herself walking amongst countless people. It was a crowded city...her city, in the middle of the day, and though clouds hung low in the sky, it was still bright, too bright. Worryingly, she looked down and was at first relieved to find she was not wearing her costume. But upon focusing her eyes on the light colour she saw, she soon was filled with dread that she was wearing one of the dresses her father used to make her wear when she was... training...]

oh no...

[She looked at her hands, no blood, but then again, her father had trained her to be efficient and clean. She looked around, everyone was still standing, walking, going about their lives... but something was wrong. They all towered above her. Suddenly tears, the tears of her older teen self, and not the emotionless tears of her childhood welled in her eyes as she ran to one of the many random strangers. She tugged on his shirt, but as she did, the man stopped walking. Taking a few steps back in shock, she spun around, and struggled to remain grounded and composed. Despite hundreds of people around her, none of them were moving. She ran to a shop window and looked at her vague reflection. Despite all her memories seemingly being in tact, she had regressed to being a small child. She took her hand gently to her face and then turned around, hoping it would all just be come type of dream.

But the forest of mannequin like humans remained. With human body movement as her first language; she reluctantly, and with a great deal of fear, stepped out into a world of true silence.]


((Of course, if anyone wishes to enter, please feel free to move around and speak normally.))