(UGH, I wrote up a real nice starting response and then I hit backspace too many times and went back a page and it got deleted. So this is a shortened version. Sorry for taking so long :P)

Adrian Ife - Cyborg
Canalave City, Sinnoh
Affected RP'ers: none

Adrian stared out from the deck of the cruiser, waiting for the captain to announce their leaving. He'd already been waiting in the city for a few hours after getting his ticket for Slateport city. He had decided, not too long ago after watching a rock turn into a bubble, to head back to the Trick house. His reasoning was simple, if all the miserably enigmatic trouble had come from that house and its basement, then the solution for getting rid of it must have started there too.

So now he was waiting to head out from Sinnoh's main port to Slateport city. If only the damned captain would-

"RAISING ANCHORS! THE S.S. PHIONE IS NOW LEAVING THE HARBOR!"

"Finally" Adrian muttered, watching the water begin to move as the boat started. It changed from blue to green to pink as he looked. And large cupcakes were ballooning out of the boat's exhaust and floated away into the sky. He wondered if cupcakes could be classified as pollution.

Rowan Summers - Dragon
En route to Verdenturf town from Rustboro City
Affected RP'ers: none

Rowan sighed, being a dragon might have advantages, but it was really rather difficult to convince people that he wasn't some monster conjured up by this strange new world. Rowan had been chased away three times by the residents of Rustboro before finally giving up and heading out. He'd always heard verdenturf was a very relaxed town, though in the world's current state he doubted anyplace could really be relaxing.

The mixed sound of hissing, spitting, and furious wing flapping reached Rowan's ears and he turned his scaly head to see where it was coming from. His eyes fell on two oddly large and horribly disfigured Swellows chasing after him. Minions of the trick master. Trying not to panic, Rowan took a deep breath shot a large ball of hot flame at his chasers, forcing them to scatter. As they dodged the fire, Rowan busied himself with putting as much distance between himself and them as possible. It only partially worked. He was now a good long distance ahead, but he was still within their sights and neither bird had given up its pursuit.