A lie and a......Cop!?

Ryuu immediately headed for the Pokemon Center the minute they were in town without a second glance. Her Pokemon were fine. The few wild Pokemon that had tried to contend with her Pokemon had little to no chance. Hi-kun hadn't even worked up a sweat. As she headed for the counter, a girl stopped her and her eyebrow raised.

This....kid....was a member of the SWP?

"Can't your agency just leave me the hell alone? I already got one of your goons following me like a lost puppy." She motioned to Youta. "Besides....ain't you a little young to be in the SWP? You can't be much older than Kai."

Ryuu was growing angry. With Manaphy hidden in her bag and with the number of SWP agents now around her, she was growing worried she was going to attract attention....but something clicked in her head. This girl didn't say anything about being here to protect her like Roberto did. She was here to help her get her father back. Something about the way Marina said that made Roberto's suppossed mission seem wrong to her.

Her eyes darted over to Roberto.

"What's your badge number?"

"Ack" he called when Ryuu shot him that deathly glare, gripping at his chest. "You wound me madam" He would grin then, his attention going to June when she said for him to not. "Man can dream" is all he would say as he made himself a plate of breakfast and eating in relative silence.

Thinking back, he probably should have nabbed Ryuu the night before when he had the chance. He had plans. Plans that required everything to be in place by a certain time. Plans that required having this little....water sack of a prince in his possession as soon as possible. And the only way that was going to happen was if he had the girl. Manaphy struck him as a baby more than a pokemon. A baby that wouldn't listen to anyone but its mommy. Curse his immoral desires....actually, screw that. He loved his immoral desires. He just hated he had put them before the mission.

The journey into town went relatively uneventful. He tried making small talk with the others while they walked, but it didn't go over too well. This is what he got for trying to be personable. Who knew trying to be the nice guy was so hard? Eh. It's not like it would last anyway. Once he had Manaphy and Ryuu, Youta was going to put the next phase of his plan in to action.

Entering the town Youta would begin to look around, noting the size of buildings and their locations, should he need to make a quick getaway. A habit he had developed from his years of being in the family business. One building caught his attention. It was nice and tall. Which meant a lot of floors. Plenty of places to hide should the need arise.

As the group entered the pokemon center, Youta would finally relax a little. There was just something about centers that put everyone at ease. Even Youta. Well, almost everyone.

"Cmon Cmon" One guy in the corner would say, seated in front of what looked like a video phone. on the screen was a 3D image of a Zigzagoon with a yellow background, the only thing breaking the monotony of the yellow screen being a pulsing white line that ran horizontally through the middle of the screen. To say the guy looked a mess was an understatement. His hair was sprawled out in every direction, and the trash can near full of snack bags next to him indicated he had been there for a while now. The screen would suddenly change to show the image of another male, with the line of text 'Hola, Coma Va?' above his picture. The screen would shift again to show his Zigzagoon on the screen, with the text 'Say goodbye to Zigzagoon!' "Goodbye Ziggy! You lil fucker" he muttered the second half of the statement, watching literally on the edge of his seat as the animation for his Zigzagoon went off the screen, and the 3D image of a Yanmega took its place. "Yes! Finally! Power!" He called, getting up and doing a half jig as the tray that was connected to the machine he was using slid out like a cash register drawer, a shiny new Dusk Ball in the container. In a flash the Dusk Ball was snatched up and the man was gone, literally jumping for joy as he crazily skipped out of the pokemon center.

"....What.....was that all about?" For the first time in forever since he met up with the group Youta dropped all facades, his British accent chiming in with his usual condescending tone. As soon as he spoke he realized he had munked it up, clearing his throat clearly and reverting his speech to what he had been using this entire time. "I mean, that was pretty....strange. That guy looked like he was hyped up on one soda too many if you ask me"

His attention went to the little girl that approached their group, an eyebrow raised. First off, what was it with little girls wanting to be near Ryuu? And secondly, surely this little girl couldn't be an agent of the SWP. But then again, there were only a few agencies in the world that even knew of its existence. "I wasn't informed of any backup" He would say calmly when the girl, Marina introduced herself, shrugging nonchalantly when asked his badge number. "Here. See for yourself" With that statement he would reach into his pocket and produce his credentials, badge and photo id. The badge was real, but it was a stolen badge. The credentials had the right information in the right place, but it was all fake.

Hana kept his face rigidly neutral and his eyes downcast as he approached the Pokémon Center. He had hung back from Marina, trying desperately not to seem like he was following her there; so hard, in fact, he didn't even notice it when the Center's translucent glass doors barely slid open in time to avoid a mutually unwelcome faceplant. He may have even kept going if the sudden din from the building's human and Pokémon occupants hadn't alerted him to his new location. He mentally kicked himself as he noticed his eyes had darted around and fallen upon Marina at the reception desk, as if her presence had been the first thing his mind had considered worth confirming. A lot of good his self-denial was doing him. He shook his head at himself. Why would it matter whether he had meant to follow her or not? The Pokémon Center was a logical first stop for any arrival to Fulvous Town as the town entrance bore a clear line of sight to it. Sure the town itself appeared much larger than the humble port town of Wisteria, but only by virtue of the vast expanse of farmlands and ranches that stretched out towards the horizon until sky and prarie blended together in a dull, distant haze. If anything, actual buildings were even fewer and farther between; where else was anyone going to go first? And none of this was making it any easier for him to push Marina from his mind and accept the fact that this very town was the announced-well-in-advance conclusion to their brief journey together, yet it was that very fact that compelled him not to lose sight of the very first human..."cordial acquaintance" he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, which was something both his eyes and his mind's eye had been all too happy to attempt...just not to her face, evidently.

Tired of arguing with himself in run-on sentences, he gave up and focused instead on finding a suitable place to sit down and rest his legs while attracting as little attention as possible. Unfortunately, experience had taught him the latter objective would be easiest in a place he was least likely to be comfortable: the middle of a crowd. He hardly cared, though; a little agoraphobia would at least give his mind something else to be anxious about for the time being.

He let his eyes drift across the lobby and take in the surroundings, one detail at a time. Reception desk straight ahead. Poké Mart area off to the right. Cerulean tile floor dotted with clusters of chairs and stools, benches and booths, and the occasional winding table, in varying states of occupation. A cluster of booths nearly equidistant from the entrance, front desk, and mart seemed crowded enough while still offering an enticing corner he could tuck himself into. Lowering his head to avoid eye contact with anyone, he made his way over to the empty corner and sat down with a sigh of relief from no longer having to stand. For all the thoughts that had just swirled through his mind, it felt like whole minutes had passed since he had regained lucidity just inside the front door. In reality, one wouldn't have run out of fingers counting the seconds before he had started moving again.

His legs were starting to feel better already, but his brain was still on high alert. Definitively not with regards to Marina, just as planned, though already that plan was forgotten as he awaited the inevitable angry glares and growls to get the hell out of the way or stop sullying the environment with his detestable face. For some reason, they never came. The noise of life and activity around him continued without interruption; he was a falling leaf phasing straight through the surface of a river without causing so much as a ripple. His brain began to relax itself as he realized his gambit to avoid attracting attention was succeeding. He was a twisted kind of thrilled; for perhaps the first time ever, he had taught himself a lesson in social skills and applied it effectively in practice, even if it wasn't being used for actual social interaction. But as seconds did turn to minutes with the people around him walking, talking, and going about their business as usual, he noticed himself starting to feel...comfort? Yes, indescribable comfort. He was, as literally as possible, lost in this crowd. Life was going on all around him just fine, and he didn't have to do anything or interact with anybody. He didn't have to exist.

For just one moment, he could pretend he didn't exist.

...Of course he had to exist. He was still a Pokémon Trainer on a mission for his Pokémon as much as himself. He snapped his mind back to reality with that thought, dismissing any complacent self-satisfaction. Not having anything to focus his mind on in detail was making it wander. He glanced back towards the still bustling reception desk. A checkup for his team would be appreciated, but it wasn't urgent at the moment. He could afford to wait until some of the other Trainers had dispersed. He sat back and closed his eyes, deciding the still-soothing din of the crowd around him was as good a distraction to focus on as any. He touched his fingers to his temples and smiled slightly, drinking in the acoustic input and letting his consciousness drift from voice to voice, tracking bits and pieces of conversation...

"...-evolved the other day, I thought I was going crazy when my last empty Poké Ball-..."

"...-like a lost puppy. Besides...ain't you a little-..."

"We hope to see you again!"

"Ohmygoshohmygosh RIBBON SALE!!..."

"Chanseeeeeeyyy!"

"...No, the girl in that poster, remember? I could almost swear-..."

"...What...was that all about?"

"...-pretty...strange. That guy looked like he was hyped up on-..."

Hana's eyes flew open. That was weird, he thought. The picture of his surroundings his mind was painting told him two completely different voices had just come from the exact same location, down to the lips. He turned his head to identify the source of the oddity, only to once again spot the dark-haired girl he had so thoroughly succeeded in forgetting about just a moment ago. And what else should he see around her but a rather...larger company of most likely Trainers. As if fate needed to painfully drive the point into his skull any further. All of a sudden, the back of the line at the reception desk was looking more and more appealing, as if it had spontaneously sprouted some kind of orange-pomegranate-grape vine. Tree. Plant. Thing.

In one swift motion, he was up and out of his booth. In another swift motion, he was on one knee clutching his shin in pain. How dare the invention of the bottomless levitating booth seat evade mankind to this day.

Breakfast was a combination of foods he had never had, but hoped he had again in the future. What had Ryuu called them? Pancakes? Well, whatever they were, they were delicious. His breakfast back home, as well as most of his meals, consisted of fruits and fish. These...pancakes were simply amazing. And that "bacon" stuff? even better! He wasn't sure what all other foods there were to try in this outside world, but he hoped to one day try them all out. He still found it hard to believe that she had no Promised waiting her return home. She was more than attractive, a very kind person, and if all her cooking was as good as their breakfast, then surely she had males lined up for as far as the eye can see wanting her hand. Even so, he couldn't help but feel himself be drawn to her.

Theo walked with the others in relative silence, his attention on the buildings of the small city as they passed them by. For what purpose did each of them serve? The land itself reminded him of the land on his island. It was battered and tilled, plants standing tall and preparing for their role of coming to full fruition and bearing fruit. Like Kai, Theo had done a bit more training on his way in to town, and now both of his pokemon rested soundly in their poke-balls on his belt. His Bulbasaur was exhausted, but his Scatterbug was even more so. He hoped he never had to fight again after todays training session! There was no way the little bug pokemon would be able to survive if things kept going the way they were now!

Theo flinched as the doors to the pokemon center opened, still not used to the whole "automatic doors" thing. Just wait until he saw a water fountain! Entering the building Theo was hit by that blast of cool air that always accompanied entering an air conditioned building, Theo waiting at the entrance for just a few seconds to allow himself time to adjust to the cool of the room before proceeding forward. It felt weird, not being out in the fields and working, breaking a sweat for the cause of helping to feed his people on the island. He could still imagine the calls and jokes that would be carried on. Could still feel the dirt beneath his feet. He could even still hear his best friend complaining that the work seemed to never end, with Theo replying that if the work ever ended, they would have nothing left to do.

Theo was brought back to the here and now when a male who smelled like week old corn rushed by him, Theo flinching away from the smell and almost bumping in to little Kai before she headed for the counter. At the same time their group was approached by another group, led by a child not much bigger than Kai stating that she, like Roberto whom had joined them the day prior, was part of this SWP and was here to help Ryuu in one way or another. Surely an even bigger crowd was the last thing Ryuu wanted at the moment. Looking to June, he could tell that she was uneasy with such a big group. He felt bad, knowing that he was part of the reason she was so uneasy. Maybe it would be a good idea after all to convince Kai the two of them should go on with their journey.

What the others discussed was completely lost on Theo, who instead mimicked the actions of Kai and approached the counter, handing his poke-balls over to the Nurse Joy on call so his pokemon could be healed. While they were Theo would rejoin the group, turning his attention to Roberto. Everyone else seemed to be doing the same thing, so the male must have something important to say, yes? He stood silently, glancing to the others. Whatever was going on, it was clear that nearly everyone else was very tense about this whole situation. And he sure as hell wasn't about to speak up and make himself look a fool, much less provide a distraction from whatever was going on.

Kumiko headed to the Pokemon center with the rest of the group. She had caught her first Pokemon from this region which was pretty special. Waiting till she went up to the counter asking the nurse to take care of her two pokemon.

"Please take care of them. I just caught Shinx so Fen is a bit tired. Thank you." Who would have thought that she would spot a Shinx right across from the campsite? Well luck was definitely on her side.

Yet that dream last night was weird. She wasn't the only one to wake up at that time, but this was new for her. Sure she may have experienced this before, yet only jumped into other pokemon dreams. This was the first time in a person's nightmare. But for now she shook it off.

Until she heard about SWP. What in the world is SWP? However it seemed like an issue she really shouldn't get involved, so she saw Kai go to the Mart. Might be a get some potions. Maybe even some cool looking scarfs for her pokemon. Looking over at Kai. "That's a lot of ribbons you have there Kai. Are they for your pokemon?"

She headed back to Ryuu and the gang noticing that it seemed the one who is a new SWP agent (whatever that is) and something was going on. But what?

Ryuu watched as Marina walked away. She could feel the worry surging inside her. She KNEW something wasn't right with this guy. Maybe that's why she kept feeling like she HAD to get away from him. The way he kept looking at her....she could tell he was a womanizer, but there was more to it than that and she felt uncomfortable. Her hand gripped tightly to the strap of her bag. She was NOT going to let him take Manaphy.

The moment Marina returned, Ryuu shifted into a defensive stance. ONE of them was lying and she felt it wasn't the girl in front of them. Marina confirmed her fears and Ryuu immediately took several steps away from Roberto....Youta. Even his name sent a chill down hwe spine. She grabbed one of her Pokeballs and summoned Hi-kun without another word. He was her strongest and had been with her since she was little.

"You lyin' asshole..." she growled. She looked at Marina. How was this girl going to arrest him? She didn't look like she had a firearm on her. Neither did Youta for that matter....that Piplup did look rather strong, though.

As soon as his name was spoken he knew the jig was up. That smile that had plastered his face slowly gave way to a sneer that seemed right at home on his features. His eyes closed some, adding to the eeriness of his expression. Even the aura about him seemed to change, from someone who was easygoing to that of someone whom you didn't want to meet in a dark alley. "Little girl" When he spoke, that condescending accent of his was no longer concealed, instead lacing each of his words with poison. He seemed rather calm, despite the anger of his little game he played being slammed to a halt bubbling inside him. "If you insist on arresting someone, you might want to list all their offenses. Murder. Theft. Kidnapping. Impersonation. Cruelty towards pokemon. Possession, and distribution, of illegal narcotics. And really, the list just keeps going" So why stop there? His crimes were long and his patience was short, now that his secret was revealed.

"And another thing" he continued even as Ryuu unleashed her Flareon, glancing towards the fire type for the briefest of seconds before to its trainer, then back again to the little girl who had given him away. "If you're going to blow the bad guys cover, you might want to do it completely. You called me by name, sure, but you don't mention what organization I represent? That's just insulting" And he hated being insulted. Unless it was from his sister. Then he took some sort of sick pleasure from it. Of course by now no doubt the woman he was after had figured it out, Youta turning his attention to her for her reaction. He spoke again, as if he needed to explain "Team Rocket. And my name is not Roberto. As the girl said, its Youta. Youta Koyama. Admin Youta Koyama. Second in command" Third. But what lies his sister didn't know he told couldn't hurt him. He spoke both the organization and his rank with pride, no doubt having fought and cheated and clawed his way to the position he currently held.

When Kai, the littlest trainer that could, spoke up about him being their friend he couldn't help but to chuckle, looking to her with examining eyes before again back to Ryuu and the tattletale agent. "To think, my advocate a little girl who knows not what she says. The world truly is going to hell in a hand basket, isn't it?" Turning to her then, Youta would offer a warning. "Do not try to befriend the big bad wolf little girl. You just might get eaten" With that he would take a bow, a small grey orb falling from his sleeve. How long had it been there? Likely since before they even met up on Route 1. An escape plan, just in case. You never knew when you would need something like this, and boy was he glad he had one on him. As soon as the sphere hit the ground an explosion of dense grey mist would fill the pokemon center, Youta's voice ringing out one final time. "We'll meet again soon enough Miss Ryuu. Of that, you can be certain" He words were followed by a faint evil chuckle, Youta vanishing before the smoke cleared.

The next sighting of Youta would occour back on Route 1, the Admin's demeanor a far cry from the calm he had displayed in front of his enemies. He was angry to the point of near snarling as he spoke to the holographic tech heads on his communications device. "Defend her? HER? Are you lot that bloody daft? Ryuu needs protection like I need protection! 3 months you lot worked on that cover, an a lil GIRL undermines it in 3 minutes? Are you kidding me?" For what was likely the fourth time since his tirade began Youta would punch the tree he was under, one of the tech showing how big his balls were by commenting. "Sir. With all due respect. Perhaps its wasn't the cover that was bad, but the one portraying...the..." He trailed off with the look Youta gave him, Youta placing his hand on the tree he had been punching. Without a word a blast of dark energy like a Dark Pulse attack would suddenly erupt from the other side of the tree for less than a second, Youta lowering his hand. When he did, it would reveal that a hole had been blast through the entirety of the tree, Youta saying calmly "The next time I see you, that will be your head" With that the call was ended, Youta turning his attention back towards town. "Bloody hell I can't act. I've impersonated old farts. I've impersonated fossil maniacs" He cleared his throat then, what he saying next not matching him at all. "I've even impersonated Nurse Joy!" the scary part being that when he said that, he sounded exactly like a Joy. "And if those wankers" He caught himself, clearing his throat again and hawking a loogie before speaking, this time again using his own voice. "And if those wankers think otherwise, they're even dafter than they look"