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(OOC: I just don't want to feel left out )
Marcus watched as Youthistle hit Holliguana heavily in the chest, not managing to knock the leafy lizard back but actually showing some discomfort itself. It was cruel how Fushigi used his Pokmon for power, as tools. If only Marcus could free Youtistle. But it was not to be. Marcus would go to almost any ends to help a Pokmon in need. But Fushigi would go to opposite ends to keep that same Pokmon under his control.

(OOC: Why do you want to stay longer?)
That night...
Tim, Marcus, Chris and Sukida are sitting around the fire, roasting marshmallows.
"I wonder what's in that package?" said Chris out of the blue.
Tim and Sukida frowned simultaneously.
"What package?"
Marcus took out the brown package that Scott had entrusted him with.
"Some guy called Scott gave me this box, said to give it to his nephew. He said they were 'symbols'."
Tim choked on his marshmallow and Sukida gave him the Heimlich manouevre.
"That Scott guy, must be the owner of the Battle Frontier in Hoenn!"
Marcus blinked.
"Of course, the one that got burned down by Team Magma because the guy that shut them down had become a Frontier Brain... Then, this package must contain Battle Symbols!"
Marcus stared down at the package.
"Should I?"

(OOC: Marcus was angry? I thought I made it blaringly obvious that he was reluctant about it. I'm actually a little bit insulted really.)

The nexy day...
All the tents and sleeping bags were packed up and strung on top of backpacks. The motley crew of young Trainers were setting off for the Decorus Woods.

Suddenly, a Castform swooped down with a small bag attached to one of his small appendages. It dropped the bag to Marcus. All the others looked bemused at the abrupt and sudden arrival. Marcus turned, the bag still clutched in his hand.
"That was my Dad's Castform, he was just dropping off my birthday present."
"It's your birthday?" said Sukida.
"No, not until the 20th but he's going on an expedition to Orre and he won't be able to contact me for a couple of months."
He opened the bag and smiled.
"A new iPod! 80GB! And its already filled with my favourite music according to this note."
He turned on the small white device.
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress

That night...
Marcus and Tim are sitting by the fire. Chris is in a nearby clearing, training Hide And Seek against Sukida's Comolten.
Marcus's iPod was hanging loosely from his side, and a single earphone was hin his left ear, at low volume so that he could hear the song playing...

Well i know that it's early and it's too hard to think
and the broken empty bottle's a reminder in the sink
but i thought that i should tell you, if it's not too late to say
i can put back all the pieces, they just might not fit the same

cuz nothing's worth losing
especially the chance to make it right

and i know that we're gonna be fine
and the tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time
as long as we live times passes by
and we won't get it back when we die

well i know it's been years now and i don't look the same
and the hopes and dreams you had for me you thought went down the drain
and the room feels so empty where my pictures used to be
and i can't say that i blame you.but you can't blame me

cuz nothing's worth losing
especially the chance to make it right

and i know that we're gonna be fine
and the tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time
as long as we live times passes by
and we won't get it back when we die

come over, come over
cuz i gotta know if i am doing this all on my own
come over, come over
how can't i show you if you're not here?

and i know that we're gonna be fine
and the tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time
as long as we live times passes by
and we won't get it back when we die

come over, come over
i gotta know

well i know that it's early...

Suddenly there was a rustling. Chris and Tim leapt to their feet, Tim unfortunately tripping over Holliguana and falling on his tent. Then the thing climbed out of the bush. It had pale yellow skin, a dark brown head, several long limbs and slime oozing form its every edifice. And the Grubva let out a weak cry. Marcus raised his eyebrow.
He flicked out his PokDex:

"Hmmm...this one is shiny! Riolu, Leprechaun Taint!"
Riolu leapt down from the tree where he had been resting and landed beside Marcus. Marcus decided to use the new technique he and Riolu had been practising.
"Unicorn Turds!"
Riolu crouched and leapt upwards in a graceful backwards arc. His left foot momentarily connected with a tree behind him before he launched himself at Grubva. He grabbed the little Pokmon in his hands and did a flip before landing and tossing the oozing insect into the air. He leapt into the air imediately after it and landed on top of it at he peak of the ump. Then with all his strength, Riolu pushed down, driving Grubva back into the ground. Marcus tossed one of his special black-and-red Pokballs and Grubva flew into its Pokball.
"I think I'll call you...Tweezle."