Trainer Name: Brandon
Pokemon:
Skipper - [11/16]
Marshtomp - [16/16]
Nidoran - [8/8]
Pidgetto - [7/18]
Primeape - [30/30]
Riolu - [0/25]
Items: Pokeball x4
Healing counter: 18
Points: 13
*Max is my battle a confirmed win? Is there any points for winning?*
After the battle, Brandon began heading towards Vermillion City, as he walked he took of his survivial pack and scrumged through it for another bottle of water and granola bar. He found one of each and then re zipped his pack and put it back on, he ate the granola bar and drank some of the water, then he put the water bottle, half filled in a un closed side of his pack for eady reach. Next to Skipper and Marshtomp walked quietly next to him. Soon they were getting close to Vermillion City, Brandon could see the entrance to the city. He stopped dead in his tracks, his pokemon having realized this after a few more steps walked over and looked concerningly at their trainer. Skipper and Marshtomp looked at each other confused to what was going on, then the 2 scanner the area for any possible threats, but could see none, then they looked back at their trainer again. Brandon noticed the city seemed to be swarping with soliders and federal agents. Brandon was immediatelly concerned, he was the only one in the group not disguised and would be recognizable if the soliders were told of all their descriptions. Brandon decided he needed to try and make himself look as far from himself as possible. He started with his pokemon, he loved Skipper and Marshtomp to death, as did they to him and would love for them to be able to enter the city by his side, but they were known as his travel partners and he simply couldn't risk it. He picked up Skipper and Marshtomps' pokeballs from his belt and as hit the button on each he said to them "Sorry about this guys, but their are soliders and federal agents swarmed around the city, they would recoginize you as mine and blow what chance of cover I have. It is only temporary, I promise. Rest now and I willsee you very soon". With that each pokemon were sucked into their pokeballs. Brandon clipped the balls back to his belt and then decided to send out Pidgetto. The flying type was injured enough to make it convincing that he was going to heal them and wasn't directly associated with him. As the bird came out, Brandon explained the situation to him "Try to look as injured as possible, give the guards your best 'begging eyes' and chirp in agreement when I say I am headed to the pokemon center to heal my pokemon ok?" the bird type nodded, but remain silent. Next Brandon took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair, messing it all up. He placed the cap deep in his pack. Then he took off his hooded sweater and stored it deep in his pack as well. Then Brandon rummaged through his pack, trying to find the single, spare t shirt he had packed, just in cade. He finally found it, then looking around to make sure no one was around, took of his current shirt and put on the other one. He then buried the shirt deep another pocket of his pack. Then Brandon folded the very bottom of his jeans up 2 or 3 folds, making it look like a fashion style. Then, having done all he could, he motioned for Pidgetto to fly onto his shoulder, which the bird type did, then said a silent prayer and hoped the gaurds didn't know what he looked like or else wouldn't recoginize him. After the Brandon, took a deep breath and set off towards the city's main entrance.
*Left open for you to set up Max if you want*








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