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"EEEEEAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Ninik screeched, hastily zooming away from the screen as a slimy, off-color tongue appeared, almost caressing the other side of the screen. The owner of the tongue, an albino Pikachu, advanced on the camera recording his antics, an almost maniac expression dancing across his face. In the background of the video, a voice called out "Jack, no, that's not for eating! Ah, no, not tha-" The voice was abruptly cut off as camera was swallowed. Ninik looked down at her trainer, who was laughing uproariously at the Pikachu's antics.

"Ninjask? Nin nin jask nin?" Her chirpy, metallic query sounded doubtful, and at the sound of her voice Alissa looked up from the computer.

"Oh come on, Ninik, you know this is amazingly awesome! I mean, look at how stupid that thing is!" She turned back to the screen, clicking on a link to 'Jack attempts to eat burrito'. "And besides, this is good prep work for when I get to be the best battler ever! Take this as your first lesson in how to be crowd pleaser." She tapped the mouse impatiently, waiting for the internet to load. "C'mon, why are you so slow...". Behind them, the screen door opened and Jordan, Alissa'a little brother walked in.

"Alissa, its your turn to get the mail." He said as he walked towards the fridge, grabbing a Faygo and opening it.
"I got it yesterday. Its your turn."

"Nu-uh. I did the dishes, and bro got the groceries, so its your turn."

"I'll give two bucks." Alissa tempted, not bothering to turn around.

"Don't make me get mom."

"Fine, Jeez, I'm going!" Alissa pushed herself out of the chair and made her way to the door, glaring all the while. Jordan seemed unconcerned, settling down onto the couch and turning on the TV. As Gligarman's boisterous voice bounced about the room, Ninik followed her trainer out of the house, looking back longingly at the sugary drink in Jordan's hand.

Alissa walked down the length of her driveway, Ninik buzzing along beside her. Although it was a beautiful day, she couldn't help the unwarranted anger she felt surging through her. When her brother was her age, he had already become the Hoenn champ! And she hadn't even been able to beat the sixth gym!

And what's even worse is that by his age he was already being invited to join competitions. He had almost gotten in to the PCBC! He had been invited to OS! And what have I done? Nothing. At this rate, I'll never do anything. I've never even been invited... Ninik zoomed ahead, settling on the North's mailbox. Alissa jogged the rest of the way, patting Ninik on the head as she opened the door of the metal box. Flipping through the tax forms and magazine subscriptions, her eye was drawn to a vibrant pink envelope. Scanning the front, Alissa noticed it was addressed to A. North. Cautiously, she opened the envelope and examined the contents.

Dear Esteemed Trainer, we here at the Holon Island Research Facility would like to cordially invite you to... Alissa continued to read the letter, her mind whirling. Over her shoulder Ninik attempted to read the letter, her wings twitching in impatience. Abruptly Alissa dropped the letter, grabbing Ninik by the claws and swinging her around as she chanted

"I got invited, I got invited, I got invited, I got invited!" Ninik blinked, then looked down at the letter, her quick reflexes allowing her to read the black font despite her changing perspective.

"Ninjask! Ninjask jask ninjask!" Ninik burst out of her trainers grip and sped towards the house, proclaiming the news for the rest of her team to hear. Alissa cheered, then followed. Just wait until her brothers thought heard about this!

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A week later, Alissa found herself on one of the two cruise ships bound for Holon Island. While at first she had been enjoying the crisp sea spray, Alissa was effectively now in lockdown due to a certain grass type's antics.

Earlier she and her team had been enjoying sizing up the competition, a task that at the time had seemed harmless enough. While enraptured with watching a strange man converse/swoon first with his Rufflet (Seriously, who brings a unevolved Pokemon like that to a battling competition?) and later with a tall guy with multiple piercings and vibrant hair, Alissa failed to notice the majority of her team disappearing. It wasn't until she was in a heated argument with an ex-Team Magma member that Koloma decided she could no longer put off telling her trainer.

"Phh, everyone could tell that Team Magma didn't stand a chance. I mean c'mon, water vs fire, everyone knows which side to route for. And really, activating a volcano? How would a meteor help with that?" Alissa spoke with as much condensation as she could muster, not noticing the Magma's Yamask attempting to soothe him. "And lets not even get started on the-" The tapping on Alissa's shoulder made her turn around, completely oblivious to the pokeball in Leo's hand and his Yamask's cries.

"Oh, what is it Koloma? I'm kinda busy here, could you get Ninik to give you a han-" Alissa scanned the deck, suddenly noticing the absence of her team.

"Sceptile. Scep Scep tile." Koloma sounded resigned, and she steered her smaller trainer to the dining area.

"Why are you- oh no. They didn't?" Koloma nodded, then backed away. She had alerted her trainer, and was now freed of any and all obligations. Her trainer had brought her teammates, her trainer would have to deal with them. She settled comfortably onto the deck, enjoying the sun's rays as her trainer raced into the dining room.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!" Alissa stopped, immobilized by the sight before her. She had entered the fanciest dining room, complete with chocolate fountain and silk tablecloths. And whilst before it might have been fit for a Nidoking, Alissa was sure that even Grimer and Muk would have been insulted by the room's current state.

Above her, dangling from one of the many magnificent chandeliers, Fiona was singing. And while to humans the Clefairy's voice might sound nice, soothing even, Alissa could only guess what it sounded like to a pokemon's ear.

"" Fiona crooned, her light, flitting voice horribly off key. Alissa grimaced. Probably a horrible, vulgar song. It was probably In Sync.

"Fiona, return!" A bright beam of red light enveloped the Clefairy, who booed before disappearing. Alissa sighed. One down, four to go.

As it turned out, it was surprisingly easy to track down the most of the team. Ninik had been located, zipping around the many chandeliers with a bottle of champagne clutched in her claws, the cooks had had to be rescued from Lamasu, and Alissa's hair (as well as several of the diner's) was covered with cream pie thanks to Cytoplasm, but for altogether it had been a fairly painless process. All that was left was Dizzy, and several other guests had cited him as running out into the cabin area. As Alissa walked through the hallways, she could tell where the mischievous Whimsicott had been; the various plants were twisted into obscene shapes and images.

I guess this is why bro sent Dizzy home as soon as he was captured... Alissa was beginning to get frustrated. The hallways were like a maze, and Alissa was sure that she had passed that...plant... before.

As she was passing a flowering cactus (Alissa had to give Dizzy credit, it was very inventive to use petals like that) the P.A. system crackled to life. While Alissa would have been fine to ignore the system, the light, trilling noise that it made attracted her attention. Oh man, there's no way. But Alissa had heard that sound before. It was the sound of Grass Whistle.
As Alissa sank to the green plush-carpeted floor, eyes closing against her will, she eyed the petaled cactus with loathing. Dizzy, when I wake up, you are so dead.

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When Alissa had woken up thirteen minutes later, Dizzy's pokeball had been shoved into her hands, and she was quickly escorted to her cabin where she was told "We'll infrom you as soon as we arrive at Holon Island." And She believed them to. The sooner she was of the boat, the better. Sighing, Alissa sank onto her bed.

"This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, I could still be sizing up the compitition." Alissa sulked to the pokeball. Not that she would ever admit it, but she was slightly nervous about releasing Dizzy again. It didn't seem like a good idea. As she was about to put the pokeball back on her belt, Alissa heard the door open.

"Um, Allison, right? It's time to get off the boat, and one of the employees told me to come get you..." Alissa looked up into slightly nervous hazel eyes. "My names Nami. I was wondering... was it your Whimsicott that put everyone to sleep?" Nami's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she was eyeing the pokeball in Alissa's hand with awe.

"Uh, yeah, he's mine." Alissa cursed inside her head. This was not the notoriety she had imagined.

"Omigosh, that is so cool! I wanna be a ninja, and sleeping moves are really, really useful if you want to be one! I wish any of my pokemon knew sleeping moves!" Nami reached for Dizzy's pokeball, and Alissa wordlessly handed it over.

Maybe she had gotten off to the right start...

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"EEEEEAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Ninik screeched, hastily zooming away from the screen as a slimy, off-color tongue appeared, almost caressing the other side of the screen. The owner of the tongue, an albino Pikachu, advanced on the camera recording his antics, an almost maniac expression dancing across his face. In the background of the video, a voice called out "Jack, no, that's not for eating! Ah, no, not tha-" The voice was abruptly cut off as camera was swallowed. Ninik looked down at her trainer, who was laughing uproariously at the Pikachu's antics.

"Ninjask? Nin nin jask nin?" Her chirpy, metallic query sounded doubtful, and at the sound of her voice Alissa looked up from the computer.

"Oh come on, Ninik, you know this is amazingly awesome! I mean, look at how stupid that thing is!" She turned back to the screen, clicking on a link to 'Jack attempts to eat burrito'. "And besides, this is good prep work for when I get to be the best battler ever! Take this as your first lesson in how to be crowd pleaser." She tapped the mouse impatiently, waiting for the internet to load. "C'mon, why are you so slow...". Behind them, the screen door opened and Jordan, Alissa'a little brother walked in.

"Alissa, its your turn to get the mail." He said as he walked towards the fridge, grabbing a Faygo and opening it.
"I got it yesterday. Its your turn."

"Nu-uh. I did the dishes, and bro got the groceries, so its your turn."

"I'll give two bucks." Alissa tempted, not bothering to turn around.

"Don't make me get mom."

"Fine, Jeez, I'm going!" Alissa pushed herself out of the chair and made her way to the door, glaring all the while. Jordan seemed unconcerned, settling down onto the couch and turning on the TV. As Gligarman's boisterous voice bounced about the room, Ninik followed her trainer out of the house, looking back longingly at the sugary drink in Jordan's hand.

Alissa walked down the length of her driveway, Ninik buzzing along beside her. Although it was a beautiful day, she couldn't help the unwarranted anger she felt surging through her. When her brother was her age, he had already become the Hoenn champ! And she hadn't even been able to beat the sixth gym!

And what's even worse is that by his age he was already being invited to join competitions. He had almost gotten in to the PCBC! He had been invited to OS! And what have I done? Nothing. At this rate, I'll never do anything. I've never even been invited... Ninik zoomed ahead, settling on the North's mailbox. Alissa jogged the rest of the way, patting Ninik on the head as she opened the door of the metal box. Flipping through the tax forms and magazine subscriptions, her eye was drawn to a vibrant pink envelope. Scanning the front, Alissa noticed it was addressed to A. North. Cautiously, she opened the envelope and examined the contents.

Dear Esteemed Trainer, we here at the Holon Island Research Facility would like to cordially invite you to... Alissa continued to read the letter, her mind whirling. Over her shoulder Ninik attempted to read the letter, her wings twitching in impatience. Abruptly Alissa dropped the letter, grabbing Ninik by the claws and swinging her around as she chanted

"I got invited, I got invited, I got invited, I got invited!" Ninik blinked, then looked down at the letter, her quick reflexes allowing her to read the black font despite her changing perspective.

"Ninjask! Ninjask jask ninjask!" Ninik burst out of her trainers grip and sped towards the house, proclaiming the news for the rest of her team to hear. Alissa cheered, then followed. Just wait until her brothers thought heard about this!

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A week later, Alissa found herself on one of the two cruise ships bound for Holon Island. While at first she had been enjoying the crisp sea spray, Alissa was effectively now in lockdown due to a certain grass type's antics.

Earlier she and her team had been enjoying sizing up the competition, a task that at the time had seemed harmless enough. While enraptured with watching a strange man converse/swoon first with his Rufflet (Seriously, who brings a unevolved Pokemon like that to a battling competition?) and later with a tall guy with multiple piercings and vibrant hair, Alissa failed to notice the majority of her team disappearing. It wasn't until she was in a heated argument with an ex-Team Magma member that Koloma decided she could no longer put off telling her trainer.

"Phh, everyone could tell that Team Magma didn't stand a chance. I mean c'mon, water vs fire, everyone knows which side to route for. And really, activating a volcano? How would a meteor help with that?" Alissa spoke with as much condensation as she could muster, not noticing the Magma's Yamask attempting to soothe him. "And lets not even get started on the-" The tapping on Alissa's shoulder made her turn around, completely oblivious to the pokeball in Leo's hand and his Yamask's cries.

"Oh, what is it Koloma? I'm kinda busy here, could you get Ninik to give you a han-" Alissa scanned the deck, suddenly noticing the absence of her team.

"Sceptile. Scep Scep tile." Koloma sounded resigned, and she steered her smaller trainer to the dining area.

"Why are you- oh no. They didn't?" Koloma nodded, then backed away. She had alerted her trainer, and was now freed of any and all obligations. Her trainer had brought her teammates, her trainer would have to deal with them. She settled comfortably onto the deck, enjoying the sun's rays as her trainer raced into the dining room.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!" Alissa stopped, immobilized by the sight before her. She had entered the fanciest dining room, complete with chocolate fountain and silk tablecloths. And whilst before it might have been fit for a Nidoking, Alissa was sure that even Grimer and Muk would have been insulted by the room's current state.

Above her, dangling from one of the many magnificent chandeliers, Fiona was singing. And while to humans the Clefairy's voice might sound nice, soothing even, Alissa could only guess what it sounded like to a pokemon's ear.

"" Fiona crooned, her light, flitting voice horribly off key. Alissa grimaced. Probably a horrible, vulgar song. It was probably In Sync.

"Fiona, return!" A bright beam of red light enveloped the Clefairy, who booed before disappearing. Alissa sighed. One down, four to go.

As it turned out, it was surprisingly easy to track down the most of the team. Ninik had been located, zipping around the many chandeliers with a bottle of champagne clutched in her claws, the cooks had had to be rescued from Lamasu, and Alissa's hair (as well as several of the diner's) was covered with cream pie thanks to Cytoplasm, but for altogether it had been a fairly painless process. All that was left was Dizzy, and several other guests had cited him as running out into the cabin area. As Alissa walked through the hallways, she could tell where the mischievous Whimsicott had been; the various plants were twisted into obscene shapes and images.

I guess this is why bro sent Dizzy home as soon as he was captured... Alissa was beginning to get frustrated. The hallways were like a maze, and Alissa was sure that she had passed that...plant... before.

As she was passing a flowering cactus (Alissa had to give Dizzy credit, it was very inventive to use petals like that) the P.A. system crackled to life. While Alissa would have been fine to ignore the system, the light, trilling noise that it made attracted her attention. Oh man, there's no way. But Alissa had heard that sound before. It was the sound of Grass Whistle.
As Alissa sank to the green plush-carpeted floor, eyes closing against her will, she eyed the petaled cactus with loathing. Dizzy, when I wake up, you are so dead.

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When Alissa had woken up thirteen minutes later, Dizzy's pokeball had been shoved into her hands, and she was quickly escorted to her cabin where she was told "We'll infrom you as soon as we arrive at Holon Island." And She believed them to. The sooner she was of the boat, the better. Sighing, Alissa sank onto her bed.

"This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, I could still be sizing up the compitition." Alissa sulked to the pokeball. Not that she would ever admit it, but she was slightly nervous about releasing Dizzy again. It didn't seem like a good idea. As she was about to put the pokeball back on her belt, Alissa heard the door open.

"Um, Allison, right? It's time to get off the boat, and one of the employees told me to come get you..." Alissa looked up into slightly nervous hazel eyes. "My names Nami. I was wondering... was it your Whimsicott that put everyone to sleep?" Nami's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she was eyeing the pokeball in Alissa's hand with awe.

"Uh, yeah, he's mine." Alissa cursed inside her head. This was not the notoriety she had imagined.

"Omigosh, that is so cool! I wanna be a ninja, and sleeping moves are really, really useful if you want to be one! I wish any of my pokemon knew sleeping moves!" Nami reached for Dizzy's pokeball, and Alissa wordlessly handed it over.

Maybe she had gotten off to the right start...