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Romulus thought about it. "Sure. My pokemon need more training before I get to Bastian anyways, so I'll exept."

"I;ll go first." Romulus got on top of Scarmory, and though tired, was able to bring him up to Obdraycere. "Okay," Romulus called. "Now it's your turn!"

"Woa! Cool view." Romulus looked over the pokemon and looked down upon the ground. Not far from Anchor now. Romulus nearly pulled out his Journal to write in it, then realized who he was with. With a little nervous, "Whoops" to himself, he asked Aaron, "Is there anywhere I could stay in Anchor for a while other than the center? Like, a motel or something? I guess I'll stay in town for a while to do some training."

"Thanks, Aaron. I'll have to rematch you later!" Romulus cheerfully got onto Scarmory and allowed it to head downwards. He looked around the now-familiar town as he headed towards Anchor. The temperature had gone up a few degrees and the breeze wasn't as chilling down here, but Romulus felt cold inside: Was he going to do it? Couldn't he just stay at the Center? But no, he wanted the peace you got at a hotel, a peace often broke by rowdy trainers and hungry pokemon and the sounds of healing injuries in the Healing Machine. No, he'd go to the hotel, but he wouldn't be proud of how he got in.

Still somewhat in doubt, Romulus handed over all his pokemon: Lupup, Ditto, Caterpie, and Bellsprout. They need nicknames, he realized, more so he'd stop thinking about his choice than in actual interest. Hm. Lupup should be. . . . Rei? Maybe. If I'm going by that idea, Ditto would be No-maru, Bellsprout Kusa, and Caterpie Konchuu. . . Meh, that sounds weird. I'll think about it later, he finished, and took his (now healed) pokemon from the nurse. "Thanks. Do you know were the Mart is?" he asked, still stalling for time before he did it again.

"Near the clubhouse over there," the nursed replied, gesturing vaguely. With a quick, "Thanks," he hurried out.

Walking ito the store, he went to the counter. "Do you sell TMs?"

((OOC: I'm not sure if they do, could a staff answer?))

Ugh, of course. "Sure, I'll have some Potions," Romulus replied, handing over some money. Taking the potions, he left the store quickly.

Meanwhile, the nurse was healing pokemon as a slightly bewildered Trainer ran to her. "My money! Some of it's gone! Disappeared!" he screamed, and then, thinking of a dramatic way of saying it: "Stolen." Now, the nurse had heard that kind of thing many times. When newcomers come in, you don't know who to trust. Of course, the nurse usually couldn't find the thief since they moved on from town to town, but she could usually make a good guess. "Do you know what the thief looked like?" This was always a first question, and she made sure she never said 'she' or 'he' - some over-reactive trainers found it to be a form of prejudice. "No! It disappeared out of no-where! But I looked everywhere! Everywhere!" The trainer, a boy about the age of 11, was now holding his hands up as if to make a point. His green shirt's sleeves, much to big for him, slipped down to his elbows, and the nurse knew he didn't have much money to begin with - his blond hair was untidy and his jeans were scratched and scarred. "Are you sure you didn't lose them?" was the next question that popped into the nurse's head, but she remained silent. "And I saw this guy, he could be the stealer, he had spiky brown hair and a pretty rad vest, and a pair o' black pants and a wristband around his left arm that said something that I couldn't read." The trainer, now overly excited, spurted this information so fast the nurse wouldn't be able to picture the suspect unless she'd seen him.

She'd seen him.

((OOC: I'm sorry Flarsable, if your pokemon can't get along with a criminal, we can't be partners, and I'm going to continue my story alone.))

A while later. . . .

A figure ran through the woods, zigzagging on and off the path. Behind him, a small group of uniformed men and Arcanine tried to keep up. "Come back! There's no use running!" Suddenly, the uniformed man that had talked fell over, and some of his colleagues tripped on top of him in a reverse-domino effect. "Good job Caterpie," the figure cried, trying to run even faster as the group reorganized themselves. "Caca!" it replied, jumping down from a nearby tree branch and quickly scuttling after its master.

"We know who you are, Romulus, and now we can charge you with more than just pickpocketing!" As if I care, Romulus thought, looking over his shoulder in time to see an Arcanine attack its own master. Ditto's doing its job well, even the real Arcanine were fooled, he thought, returning the "Arcanine" to its pokeball seconds before the other dog pokemon could attack it.

Ditto had Transformed into an Arcanine once Romulus had realized he couldn't get away by simply running - they had quietly dragged the Arcanine at the back of the party away and replaced it with Ditto, scenting it with a Cologne he had found earlier. Of course, this samll victory didn't mean much - if the men ever caught him, Romulus would certainly be sent to jail. Now he had done much more than simply stealing money. He had had a pokemon impersonate an officer's Arcanine, he had attacked the officer themselves, and if any of his other traps worked, he'd be in even deeper trouble.

The remaining officers looked to see what was wrong. Their colleague was on the ground, mumbling. "My god, Earl, what did you do, trip on your shoe laces?" one asked condescendingly. "Get u - " he started to add, before he too fell to the ground.

Then the officers saw her. "It's a Lupup! Attacking us! Arcanine, Fire Fang!"