~~TEAM AQUA CAMP~~
The return to camp was a joyous one, for sure. Once the idol was placed on a high spot away from the fire, the tribe could focus on more pressing matters. The puzzle solvers both immediately walked over to the shelter and lied down, not having the energy to engage in raucous celebration. A few players tossed them some Berries, which they were quick to bite into. They were some juicy ones, too, so they helped to keep them both fed and hydrated.
"Great work, you two." Cleffa was quick to jump up and hug the both of them. "You did great, I'm so proud…"
"Ah… thanks, Cleffa." Mawile rolled herself over to face the smaller Fairy-type. "You seem a lot less energetic than usual, is something the matter?"
"No, I'm just tired is all. That walk and that run took a lot out of me. I hope you don't mind…"
Cleffa proceeded to plop herself down in between them and began taking a nap. She was pretty small, so the two other nappers still had space, just a fair bit less of it. Still, they couldn't complain; at least they were getting any rest at all. The shelter got pretty crowded last night, so any space at all was a blessing. That was pretty much it for those three that day, just napping and trying to prepare themselves mentally for the road ahead.
Back among the fully conscious, a trio of contestants began to sit around the fire and hold a polite discussion. There was Magneton hovering in place, Oddish bobbing for Berries, and Ditto with her hunger already satiated. Each of the oddly shaped competitors looked down at the fire, thinking about the future.
"Ditto." Magneton began. "You identify as female, do you not?"
"You're sure right. I know it's not common for us 'Genderless' Pokémon to have a set identity like that, but it's the truth. How about yourself?"
"Me? I'm in the same situation. I am a male, and whether I am biologically sexless or not does not matter in that regard." Magneton began to apply a magnetic field to a small Cheri Berry, which he used to pick it up and levitate it in front of him. "I merely asked because, as you say, it is uncommon for both of our species. I understand it is more common among some than others, but not especially common among ours."
"Woah…" Oddish's body began to bob side to side. "All this talk of 'biology' and what's common and stuff is making my head spin. Haha, sorry I'm not very smart, there's just… so much stuff I don't understand, you know?"
"I'll forgive your lapse in intelligent thought." Onlookers could watch as the Berry appeared to disintegrate right in front of Magneton's eyes. Then, a faint hum of happiness. "Satisfying."
"Yeah, I'll let it slide, eheh." Ditto then sighed for a moment, looking up at the sky. "But yeah, I guess I am a bit of an oddball among Dittos, aren't I? At least, how most Pokémon see us, anyway."
"I don't know, I've never met a Ditto before, how do others see you?"
"Well, as… well, I'm not allowed to say it out loud, but uhm… I'll use a metaphor. So, you know how we can Transform into any Pokémon, right? And, well…"
"…oh." Oddish hopped up to his feet. "But hey, I don't see you that way. You're a pretty cool girl, and it's great having someone around my size to actually get to talk to. Especially since Cleffa's usually hanging out with her fellow Fairy-types over there."
"Aww, thanks. And, uh… the Fairy types, huh?" Ditto turned her gaze to face the others napping. Their group soon included Marill, who rested on the ground nearby. Magneton was quick to notice as well, and Oddish soon followed.
Ditto is under the shade of a tree, chatting up the camera 'mon.
"We've been noticing that there's a bit of a mini-alliance going on among our Fairy-type teammates, those being Marill, Mawile, and Cleffa. And I'm not one to engage in conspiracy theories, but I definitely think they're a trio to watch out for, especially considering how long they were gone for yesterday."
"Intriguing." Magneton squinted as he slowly absorbed this new information. "If they are going to be together, then perhaps we should align as well. Whether to work with them or against them is up to you two."
"An alliance, cool beans." Oddish chuckled quietly to himself, sitting back down on his log. "Let's give it a name. How about something cool, something dangerous, like, like… The Heads."
Both Ditto and Magneton were dead silent.
"What, we're all like… missing limbs. I got my legs, but they're all… stubby and useless for anything but walking, can't even get any arms until I evolve. We're all just heads, basically, so we're just… The Heads. Plus it makes us sound real smart, 'cause what's in a head? The brain, duh."
There was continued silence. Then, they both began to think about it some more. Magneton began to rationalize it just as Oddish put it. Indeed, the brain was inside the head, and Magneton was something of a genius, as far as he was concerned. The Heads was nothing short of simple, and he was willing to go along with it. Ditto, meanwhile… well, she couldn't think of anything else, so she was happy to go with whatever the others liked.
"The Heads it is, dude and dudette." Oddish's smile widened. "Us three? We're going places, I can see it."
"Indeed. What places we go, we shall only know once we get there, but there will be places that we shall go."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to working with you guys, aha…"
Oddish is standing up, smiling.
"I'm so excited to be at the head of an alliance this early in the game. That's a lot of power, and with that kind of power, I think us three can get super far in this game. Look out world, we're gonna win this game!"
~~TEAM MAGMA CAMP~~
Just as Aqua had returned to their camp, Magma did the same, simply without an idol in tow. They knew they didn't have the time to celebrate, not yet at least: Tribal Council was tonight. It was either be there, or be ejected, and no one really wanted either, but they wanted the money enough that everyone collectively chose the former. Everyone was left, effectively, to fend for themselves. While some huddled together to strategize, others, such as Sableye, ran off into the woods.
Sableye is leaning against a tree, smug as can be.
"Eheh. You know how yesterday I was planning on searching for an advantage in this game? Well, now I remembered! There's usually a shiny little trinket hiding in these woods somewhere, and I… well, I like shiny things…"
Sableye's search, however, was not the most subtle, not by a long shot. In fact, a pair of onlookers, Gardevoir and Honchkrow, were quick to notice the small lad shifting through bushes and trees to find something shiny.
"What in the world…" Honchkrow shook his head. "I'd get involved, but I frankly don't want to deal with him right now."
"Hmm…" Gardevoir sighed. "I talked to him yesterday, perhaps he trusts me enough to tell me what happened."
"I'll wish you good luck. Get over there, I'm going to strategize."
Honchkrow is perched up in a branch on one of the trees, sighing.
"I think Sableye realizes he's on the block tonight, because the moment we get back to camp, he is scrambling like a madman to find something that can save him. As if he has any shot…"
Nodding, Gardevoir began to approach the much smaller Dark-type, hoping that her considerable size advantage would be enough to get him to talk. Sure enough, by the time Honchkrow was gone, Sableye finally noticed her.
"Hey- what? Come on, don't cause a scene, I'm looking!"
"Looking for what, exactly?" Gardevoir turned her head to look around, seeing that there were others nearby. She then lowered herself to whisper to him. "Listen, I know what you're looking for, but if you don't keep your mouth shut, you're going to be the one making a scene."
"Okay, okay, sheesh. But you'd better not tell anyone if I find anything, alright?"
"…of course."
Sableye continued to search that same patch of land for the next several minutes, Gardevoir watching impatiently. If she was going to be allies with this guy, then she was going to have to put up with his shenanigans. It wasn't exactly a fair trade, but any alliance was better than no alliance. It was a process of digging up dirt and sticking his hand through holes in trees, scavenging for whatever he could find that might be able to help him. It wasn't until he saw a glimmer near a rock that he got really excited though.
"…I think I got something."
Sableye began to dig through that spot with his bare hands, hoping that whatever this was, it was something big. Sure enough, once he had it in his hands, the excitement began to overtake him.
"Yes! Yes! I found something! Haha!'
"Sableye."
It was Gardevoir looking down on him. Noticing her stern look, he gave a sheepish grin and began to take a look at his new find. It was a small, decorative piece of wood on a string necklace, and with it came bundled a piece of parchment. The shade made things hard to read, but thankfully with his gem eyes, he was adept at seeing in dark caves and corners. He beckoned the larger Psychic-type over to join him, and for once he began to speak in a more whispered tone.
"Congratulations, you've found the… Hidden Immunity Idol. This is a one-time-only idol, which you must use before the votes are read. This can be used all the way up to the final 6." Sableye took a deep breath, before chuckling with glee. "Safety until the final 6. Aren't I the luckiest guy in the world?"
"I suppose so, if you're the only person on this team who has it. I suppose you'd like me to keep this a secret?"
"Oh, heck would I. No one needs to know about this, okay? We good?"
"…we are good, yes."
"Cool. Then maybe I won't have to use it, and we can get that stupid guy out!"
Sableye was quick to celebrate his achievement, yelling once more, before Gardevoir was forced to shush him again. Back at camp, Pikachu appeared to have picked up on Sableye's screaming earlier. As a result, he soon found himself discussing the matter with a few of his tribemates, those being Minun, Kadabra and Braixen.
Pikachu has his arms crossed, even as he's sitting on the beach near the water.
"I remember hearing this loud, horrible screech coming from the woods. I turn to look, and it's Sableye, and he's all 'Yes! I found it!' or something like that. I dunno what he found, but I'm just thinking that I don't want whatever that is to be a problem goin' forward."
"Sableye is, uhm… well, he's pretty loud about his discovery, ain't he?"
"Quite. Whatever it is…" Kadabra was meditating as he talked to his fellow contestants. "…I wish he would shut up about it."
"Oh, what do you guys think it is?" Braixen started using her stick to draw something in the sand below. "Maybe it's an advantage. Hmph, he should definitely share it with me, I could use some safety."
"Prolly." Pikachu shrugged. "I remembered he was talkin' about searching for something yesterday. Guess he never got around to it 'till now, when folks got their eyes on him."
"Makes sense." Minun hopped up onto a log to sit down with the others, humming between sentences. "I think that guy could be pretty dangerous going forward. He has a shiny new toy to play with, and who knows how powerful that new toy is?"
"Hmm… I suppose we won't know until we see it in action."
Kadabra is staring through the forest, looking cross as ever.
"Sableye apparently has something that could be quite useful for himself, but potentially not so useful for us. This could make him a great target to be taken out, but at the same time, nothing is stopping him from using it tonight. Then who goes home? Me? I hope not. I suppose that's just something I'll have to work around."
Honchkrow, meanwhile, soon found himself in the company of Breloom and Sneasel, who seemed to be having a deep, intellectual discussion on the ethics of battling. He immediately hated what he was seeing.
"What are you two doing? You remember the vote, right?"
"Oh, hey Honchkrow. Yeah, it's Sableye, I know. Was just talking about my old career as a star battler. Started right when I was ten, the legal starting age and all that, and quit just last year." Breloom threw out a punch, hitting nothing but the wind. "My jabs are still strong as ever, and I still practice once in a while in case I need to defend myself."
"Defend yourself? From what, hitmen?"
"…yeah, actually. I annoyed a lot of people with my retirement, and though it ain't happened yet, I gotta be ready just in case."
Honchkrow shook his head. That was ridiculously silly, now wasn't it? Hitmen didn't go after ex-battlers anymore, not after the Charizardite Incident. He was more just annoyed with the fact that he was so casually talking to Sneasel about all this, someone who he simply couldn't stand. And clearly the feeling was mutual, judging from her expression upon seeing him.
"…buzz off."
"That's no way to treat a teammate, Sneasel-"
"And yet you were the one who told everyone to avoid me? Don't lecture people on good behavior if you aren't going to follow your own rules."
Honchkrow did not say anything. How could he, when any possible phrase he chose would only dig his hole deeper? He instead chose to walk away, leaving the two to continue their discussion.
"Hmm. What a weirdo." Breloom breathed a deep sigh of relief, that they weren't going to be interrupted again for the next several minutes. "So, uh, tell me about yourself. How'd you get into, uh… hermitting?"
"…hermitting? That's a new one." Sneasel shook her head, before sitting to rest against a tree. "I guess I just wasn't cut out for society. Always was one who preferred living off the land, as our ancestors did. I'm not totally isolated, mind you, I'm more living on the outskirts of a village on Mt. Silver."
"Oh, I see, I see. That's some cool stuff right there."
"…you think so?"
"Yeah, definitely. You must be pretty good at what you do, really." Sensing that there wasn't much left to talk about at that angle, Breloom decided to change the topic. "So, uhm… the vote tonight. What do you think you'll be doing?"
"Oh, isn't it obvious? I'm voting for that damn bird. He's been nothing but a pain in the rear end to have around from start to finish. I don't care if no one else votes for him, I just want him gone."
"I see… to be honest?" Breloom looked around, making sure no one else was around first. "…I think most of us agree with you."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Just a thought, 'cause like…"
Before Breloom could finish, he noticed that the sun was starting to set. If he remembered correctly from the rules, that was a sign that they needed to get ready to leave. He beckoned Sneasel to follow before proceeding to return to camp. The hike was a short one, thank goodness, but the uneven elevation made traversing quickly a real pain. Sneasel was in total agreement, especially considering her short height, but eventually the pair made it back in time to see the rest of their tribe waiting for them.
"Ah, we were waiting for you." Sudowoodo chuckled. "I hope you weren't involving yourselves in any shenanigans."
"No shenanigans to be had here, sir." Breloom held a hand to his chest, as if to swear on an oath. "So, we getting ready to go now?"
"Indeed, good friend, indeed. Let us depart, for the host awaits us."
With that in mind, the tribe began their long hike to Tribal Council, one of many these players would be taking throughout the course of their time here. The cameras helped to lead them on, as did a conveniently laid out path to the west of camp. Unlike most of the ground around it, this path was clear of debris and was lined with smooth stones, ones that could actually be walked on. And so the players would march on, silently but steadily, with a bit of hope in their hearts. Hope that their friends wouldn't blindside them, that they would actually have a chance to win this game, and that none of this was a waste of time.
Petilil's mouth might not be visible at the moment, but it's clear she's not in the greatest mood.
"It's time I figure out my fate in this game. I hope that I'm fine, since our pace definitely got faster at the challenge once I was up there, but Pokémon are so finicky, you never know what they're going to say or do… I should know, I am one."
~~TRIBAL COUNCIL~~
It wasn't long before Magma found themselves staring their destination right in the face. It was already dark out, but thanks to a series of flames they could still see clearly. Tribal Council was a roofed shelter with no doors, lined with seats for everyone to sit at. They could see Marshadow standing on a stool at a podium, with an odd device to his side. This device was called a "Snuffer," and served a mostly symbolic purpose. Speaking of Marshadow, once he noticed the others arriving he grinned and waved to greet them.
"Hello guys. Do you see those unlit torches behind the seats? Go ahead and dip those in the fire, please. In this game, fire represents life. Lose your fire, you're out of the game."
Upon being prompted, every player proceeded to grab one of the torches behind them, or at the very least tried to. For those who couldn't pick theirs up, such as Sudowoodo and his nonexistent hands, Braixen was convinced to light them for them. Once the torches were lit, they were set back in their original slots, and each player sat down in a random seat. There were fourteen of them in total, more than the twelve players there, leading them to begin speculating why there were extra seats. There wasn't much time for speculation, however; the questioning was about to start.
"Sad to see you guys here, you put up an honest effort at the challenge. Honchkrow, you dropped out in the middle of it, can you tell me what happened?"
"Hmph. I remember Sableye and I were staring at the puzzle, and something had clicked inside me that said 'This is too much.' I had promise Sableye I would quit the challenge if things got too hard, and he was perfectly okay with it."
"…Sableye, is this true?"
"I mean yeah, it was true, but hey, we got there well before Aqua did, I thought it was gonna be fine until he actually did it!" Sableye crossed his arms and frowned, occasionally tugging at the small satchel he was carrying. "But I wasn't about to stop him because, I mean look at him. Most Honchkrow are like, three feet, but he's almost as tall as Gardie. And I know I'm pretty big for my species, but come on!"
"…alright. Now let's talk about camp life. I heard things were a bit rough around camp, would you say that still holds up?"
"Yes," responded Sneasel. "There are some Pokémon here who don't quite get along, and it's making camp life a real pain. No, I'm not naming names." She then looked around at her fellow competitors, squinting as she did so. "…but I think everyone knows what I'm talking about."
"Really, then?" Marshadow leaned against his podium, intrigued. "So, it's only been two days and we're already dealing with folks just not getting along. Wow, that's not a good sign. Are you guys thinking, maybe we should do something about that?"
"It's crossed my mind," Glaceon admitted. "Sure, we have some weak links I'd like to get rid of so we can do better at the challenges, but… hmm. I guess I'll just have to figure that one out for myself."
"…forget it out? Glaceon," Marshadow responded, his voice showing a hint of exasperation, "we're voting in a few minutes, you don't have much time left to decide! Are you sure now is the best time to decide, 'Hey, I know who I'm voting for, this is who I'm voting for?'"
"Probably… probably… I found it hard to get any strategic discussion done. There was a lot of, say… silent agreement. Like everyone I talked to was on the same page, and there was very little budging."
"I mean, to be fair," Petilil spoke up, "I'd argue this is a fairly easy vote in general. And don't you think it's better that way, that the first vote is something simple that everyone can agree on? Your big strategic moves can wait, Glaceon, we need unity, especially this early."
Glaceon didn't respond. As much as she wanted to, and knew she was very much allowed to, she had a distinct feeling that doing so would be a bad idea. It was about swallowing her pride, letting herself go down one peg so she didn't have to go down several later. If everyone was going to be on the same page, then so be it. She might as well go along with it and keep the boat unrocked.
"…very well. Do you have anymore questions, dear Marshadow?"
"…well, I had a few, but if you're all ready to vote, I think we can hold off on those. Are you all ready to vote?"
The players were slow to respond at first, wondering if maybe they could stand to hear a few more questions. After a while, though, some heads began to nod, and then some more. It seemed that everyone was starting to get a tad bit impatient and just wanted to get this show on the road. Marshadow soon took notice, and allowed the others to be on their way.
"Alright, it is now time to vote. Breloom, you're up."
Being the first to be called, Breloom was pointed to a short path behind Marshadow, one of two paths to the contestants' left. Walking down that path, he found himself on a stone path lit by torches, with wooden guard rails to his left and right. At the end, there sat a table with a group of assorted trinkets, all valuable in the voting process. There were several pieces of parchment, more than any of them would ever need, along with some black markers and an urn with a closed lid. With this setup, he had no problem guessing how the process was going to go.
"Alright, so I just gotta… do this…"
Breloom quickly grabbed the marker and wrote down a name onto the topmost parchment. As he did so, he noticed a camera pointing directly at him. He figured he was supposed to explain his reasoning for his vote to the camera, probably for entertainment value. Oh well, he might as well give the producers what they wanted.
"Uh… sorry dude, I'm sure you're a cool dude in real life, but uh… camp life's gonna be a lot happier without you around…"
After briefly holding his vote up for the camera to see, he folded it in half and took the lid off the urn. After sliding his parchment inside, he closed it back shut and returned to his seat. Once he was sitting it was simply a process of Pokémon going in whatever order they chose to go in. Even folks like Glaceon were able to vote without any problems, since she'd been used to holding a pen in her mouth from a young age. Some were silent as they cast their votes, while others had plenty to say about their would-be victims.
"Remember," Honchkrow said as he cast his vote for Sableye, "I don't have anything personal against you, but you're a liability. You were unable to adapt, and that's a sign of weakness."
"Errrgh…" Sableye would later groan as he cast his vote for Honchkrow, "I just hope I don't have to use my… thing yet. But yeah, you're annoying, go away."
A few more votes continued in this style until the last player locked in their vote. Once they were seated, Marshadow stepped down from his podium and ran back to get the urn. It wasn't long, however, before he returned with the urn that was nearly half the size of his entire body. Thanks to his sheer strength, he was able to jump back up with it and place it atop his podium, before taking the lid off.
"If anyone has anything, and they would like to play it, now is the best time to do that."
This was Sableye's chance. He had his idol, and by Arceus, if he wasn't feeling safe now then he'd better use that damn thing. Except… well, he did feel safe. Call it overconfident, but Sableye was fairly sure he knew where the cards were lying and who was going home. And as far as he could tell, that player was not going to be him. As a result, his idol was destined to remain unused for the time being.
"…alright. I'll read the votes."
The lid of the urn soon came off. Marshadow dug his hand through to fish out a random vote, pulling it out and holding it in his hands. He read it privately to himself for a minute before turning it around to show the others.
"Honchkrow."
Marshadow placed the vote off to the side so he didn't accidentally read it again. He would continue his pattern for several more votes. As each vote was read, the tension grew higher, almost as if one could hear a musical cue swelling in the background.
"Sableye… Honchkrow, that's two votes Honchkrow, one vote Sableye… Honchkrow, three votes Honchkrow… Honchkrow, four votes Honchkrow…"
It was at this moment that Honchkrow knew… he messed up. It was a wave of things crashing down on top of him, starting with his decision to step out at the challenge. He was worried he couldn't do it, but remembering how narrow it got at the end, perhaps if he'd stuck with it, they wouldn't be in this situation. This soon extended to his behavior at camp as well, and him just all-around being unpleasant to be around and his treatment of others, Sneasel especially. Before he had the chance to correct his errors, however, the votes were already piling in.
"Honchkrow… Honchkrow, six votes Honchkrow, one vote Sableye…"
"…it's me." Honchkrow shook his head and sighed. "Of course it's me…"
"…first player voted out of Pokémon Survivor… Honchkrow. That's seven votes, that's a majority. Bring me your torch."
Honchkrow stood up from his roosted position and got down from his seat. He silently grabbed his torch and marched over to the podium, where he placed the torch inside of a convenient holder. There, Marshadow picked up his Snuffer once more and nodded at him.
"Honchkrow? The tribe has spoken."
The Snuffer soon found its head cupping the top of the torch. It was held down for a few seconds to smother the fire and prevent any oxygen from feeding it, thus effectively killing it. After all, no fire, no life in the game. After lifting the Snuffer, there was not a bit of fire to be had in that torch; it was an ex-fire. Thus, Honchkrow was no longer a part of this game, free to go home and return to his family with the shame of knowing that he was the first player eliminated.
"Time for you to go. Take that path to your left, it'll lead you to Ponderosa, where you'll stay for a couple of days until it's time for you to take a plane back home."
"Alright, thanks Marshadow."
Honchkrow was left to take that path on his own. The path was a long one, so long that after a while, his fellow Team Magma members could no longer see him. He was out of this game, and Magma was left with only eleven members. With that bit of news out of the way, Marshadow placed his Snuffer back down and smiled a little. He soon began to address the players left.
"Well, Petilil, you got the unity you wanted. It seems to have been a unanimous vote from what I could tell. Only time will tell whether that unity proves to be a benefit, or a detriment. Grab your torches, head back to camp. They'll probably go out when you're back at camp, so next time you go to Tribal, please light them again before you begin your march. Oh, and one more thing."
Marshadow pulled out a small piece of flint and tossed it toward the tribe. Pikachu was swift to catch it.
"Flint, for putting up with me. Good night."
Thus, their first Tribal Council came to a close. Team Magma swiftly stood up and grabbed their torches to the best of their abilities. Some even got creative, like Glaceon wrapping a foreleg around it to use as a walking stick. All and all, though, it wasn't nearly as bad as any of them were anticipating. The rest of the night would be quiet and uneventful, everyone was tired and just wanted to sleep. They had another challenge to worry about in just a few days, probably in three considering this one was way earlier than anyone was anticipating. Whenever it was, Team Magma just wanted to be ready for it.
Honchkrow is standing in front of a camera. This is his Final Words, his chance to explain himself and his feelings on being voted out. The final words of a contestant will play at the end of every episode.
"I… realized far too late what I was doing, and why everyone wanted me gone so badly. I'd like to take this moment to apologize to everyone, just know that I do not hold this against you in any way, shape or form, and that I wish the best for each and every one of you. I know my father is going to give me Hell, but you guys, give Team Aqua Hell for me too, okay? Except for Flygon, she's alright."
~~END OF CYCLE ONE~~
There you go. One down, twenty-three to go. Let's talk a bit about our first boot before we get out of here. Honchkrow was someone I wanted to be fairly obvious going into it that he was the first boot, even with Sableye posing as a decoy. He may not have been the weakest link physically, but he was the type of Pokémon who just sucks all of the positive energy out of a space and makes everyone uncomfortable. Interestingly enough, when this was originally a Total Drama crossover, he was going to make it all the way to sixth place, serving as the unaware lackey of a certain someone who we'll be seeing a lot more of down the road. When I got around to reworking everything, however, I felt that Pikachu (the original first boot) had a lot more to offer after the rewrites, and so Honchkrow stepped in and took his place.
So, what can we expect for Cycle Two? Here's a few blurbs to help clue you in.
-A battle of the alliances on Team Aqua begins. Where does everyone stand?
-One player, once again, gets on their tribe's nerves. Who is it this time?
-A race to the finish line! Who will make it to the end in time?
-One contestant reveals something about themselves.
It's all very vague, but hopefully it gets people excited. I will see you guys in the next episode!
~~REMAINING CAST~~
Team Aqua
Magneton
Dewott
Oddish
Beheeyem
Plusle
Cleffa
Pupitar
Marill
Lopunny
Flygon
Mawile
Ditto
Team Magma
Sableye
Breloom
Gardevoir
Pikachu
Sudowoodo
Glaceon
Petilil
Honchkrow
Kadabra
Minun
Sneasel
Braixen
