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Chapter 31: Swingin' on a Rainbow
Skyler
Since the Deathwing Incident happened only a week ago, there really isn't anyone in Oakridge Forest at the moment, aside from Lexi and I.
That's great for travelling and all, but it's terrible for trying to forget. There's not a single person to talk to but Lexi, which means there's not a single person who can take my mind off… well, everything. Aggie, Magnum, all of that Human TM research that could have helped people defend themselves from Death… it's all gone.
And I still haven't forgiven myself for leaving Amber out to dry, either… but what could I have done? Aggie's last request sort of takes precedence over my own desires, and even if I had gone, I'd have been a complete mess.
But yeah, so that's what I think about these days, while I'm in one of Oakridge's trees trying to fall asleep. Ever since the procedure, I've had this odd urge to sleep as elevated off the ground as possible: maybe the result of the Flying Pokémon genes becoming more active.
Not that it helps. I'd always had trouble sleeping, even before the procedure, and now with everything that's happened… well, I've seen more consecutive sunrises and sunsets than I thought possible. Lexi's actually had to guide me a few times when I fell asleep while walking… apparently I'm still able to walk and sleep at the same time, though, so she hasn't had to carry me… yet.
She probably could, though. I doubt I weigh as much as some of the guns I've seen her carry. Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly self-conscious, I'll avoid looking at her arms, as they remind me just how little muscle I actually have.
"Skyler!," came her voice from below me. "Skyler, are you over here?"
"Be down in a minute," I called, carefully standing up on the branch I'd attempted to sleep on last night. I balanced myself, then leapt off the limb and plummeted down the fifty feet, using a quick Bounce to land unharmed… well, almost. My ankle twisted a bit, but all in all, my landing was improving.
These Techniques were a gift from Aggie, after all. It'd be a waste if I never learned how to use them.
Lexi smiled at me as I sat down at the campsite, pouring me some coffee and handing me my…erm… rations for the day. I understood that Aggie had told her to watch out for me, but she didn't have to cook for me.
To be completely honest… I'd kind of rather she didn't.
"We're going to reach Woodale today, right?" I asked, hoping to distract myself from my… incredibly well done toast. "Have you ever been?"
"No," she said curtly. "But I've been reading up on it, if you'd like a briefing."
"That's…" Did she have to be so official about it? "That's not…"
But it couldn't be helped. "Woodale, the Forest Haven," she began to recite, actually pulling out a notebook to help give her… um… report. "Population: 3,417. Famous for its numerous museums and microbreweries."
"Ooh… that should be nice," I daydreamed. "What about the Gym? Did you read up anything on that?"
"Woodale's Gym was run for many years by Joshua Avalon, but leadership was passed to one Vanna Albright around two years ago, when Avalon was inducted into the Elite Four. Avalon traditionally used Dragon-type Pokémon, and the League continues to supply the gym with Dragon types even in his absence.
Albright herself is a product of the Gym Leader fast track program; a child prodigy that showed deep connections to Pokémon from a young age. She's well-loved by the populace, and a common phrase circulated around Woodale is 'To be near Vanna is like heaven.'"
"A girl with Dragon-type Pokémon, huh?" I looked down at Dino. "Maybe there'll be some dragons like you to play with, huh? Maybe even a cute girl Deino?"
Dino, who was already romping around, became even more excited… and ran into a nearby tree. But that was practically part of his training at this point, so… I didn't really mind. At least, not until he'd knocked into the fourteenth tree in a row. Poor, blind-as-a-bat Dino. Love him to death.
At around noon, the endless wave of orange that was Oakridge Forest finally broke, and the path opened up to reveal a clustered group of houses, some decked in the famous wooden architectural style of Woodale, others covered in brick facades like… well, like normal houses, you know?
We registered at the town's Trainer hostel (under the names Arthur and Trisha Dent, on the off chance POLESTAPH had gotten any records from the lab). I flipped open a tourist's map from the 'lobby', searching the borders for a decent-looking establishment. The 'Tipsy Poffin' bar/grill seemed right up my alley, so I immediately led the way, winding through twisted streets until I finally caught sight of the squat oak building, nestled between much larger structures atop a hill.
I returned Dino so he wouldn't knock any of the pictures or knick-knacks off the board walls and took a seat at the bar, immediately ordering a round for Lexi and I… and Tangela. Don't ask. There was basically no one else there at the time, save a lone guy playing on a corner piano.
"You're new faces," the bartender commented, look in his eye telling that he enjoyed saying clichéd lines like that. "Good to see there are still some trainers brave enough to travel the circuit… given that you're trainers, of course."
"No, yeah… you got me," I responded blurrily, already grasping at the bottle as he placed it in front of me. "I finally… um… got the kick in the pants I needed to get started."
"That's quite the understatement," I heard Lexi mutter.
"You're just starting?" The barkeep blanched, astounded. "This late in? You know you're supposed to have four or five badges by this point, right?"
"We understand that we need to hurry," Lexi answered. "Which is why we can't afford to chat for very long." She pointed to her menu. "Strawberry Chicken Salad, if you don't mind."
I ordered as well, and the barkeep went back into the kitchen, a bit put off. I leaned over to Lexi. "It's not exactly the best idea to make people in food service mad, Lex. Just so you know."
"It's not exactly the best idea to get chatty with the locals, either, Skyler," she replied firmly. "We've got no idea whether POLESTAPH has issued an APB on us, so we should be wary about leaving a lasting impression on anyone."
I looked over at Tangela, who at this point was on her fourth round, and then back to Lexi, who, out of necessity, had her rifle still strapped across her back. I could have said something, but didn't really feel like it.
Honestly, with having blue hair and all, I probably am the worst offender here; so I suppose I can't say anything.
After about fifteen minutes, the barkeeper brought our food, setting it down with a less-than-enthusiastic 'can I get you anything else?' He almost looked shocked when I said yes.
"I was just wondering, with this place be called the 'Tipsy Poffin' and all, do you sell berries?"
"Just raw berries?" He asked, a bit interested. "Normally we only spells juices or poffins but… we do have berries on site we could sell you, I suppose. Anything you have in mind?"
"Ganlon, Jaboca, Rowap, Starf, Watmel…" I grabbed one of the napkins, jotting the names down to see if I'd forgotten any. "And… um… Custap, I think. That should be all of them."
"Only the best and rarest, huh Mr. Fancy-Britches?" The barkeep poked.
"Don't look at me, look at her," I said, pointing at Tangela. "She's never let me down, though, so I don't mind much."
Tangela rustled her vines in a "damn straight" sort of way, and the barkeeper, after flashing a forced, uneasy smile, went back to the kitchen to pick up the berries.
My review: not the best service, but damn was that a good burger. Would very much recommend to anyone trying to get out of eating their partner's cooking.
After lunch, I took a break for a while, just to clear my head before taking on the Gym. Battling while buzzed might sound like a good idea… except, oh wait, it doesn't. At all.
Could you possibly imagine
Just how positively tragic
Any outcome of a match where
I am hopped up on... um…
Damn it. I've lost my groove. My name's not Stella either, so I might have a hard time getting it back, too. That was awful. As I said, though, I've lost my groove. Awfulness is to be expected, really.
Anyway, eventually I found Woodale's famous park, and I parked myself on a bench, looking out over the rippling lake and just sort of watching people as they went by. After about an hour of silent meditation, I looked over to Lexi, smiled, and nodded. She took the map from me, skillfully leading me to the Gym in no time at all.
I'd expected there to be at least two or three trainers there, ready to challenge me and soften me up before I got to the leader. The only people there, however, were construction workers, and a person who appeared to be acting as Gym leader that… wasn't quite as cute as I thought she'd be.
Mostly because she was a guy.
"Vanna… Albright?" I asked, making it very clear that I didn't actually think he was her.
"That would certainly be an interesting twist, wouldn't it?" the young man, probably around 21, sort of… groaned. It wasn't really a groan, because it was conversational... but it still sort of sounded like he'd rather not be there… even if he was being very friendly, and…
It was... um… hm. Words can't express. Perhaps a list of possible rhymes would help? Groan, moan, own, alone, phone, acetone, blown, grown, pwn, Stalone, Capone, trombone, saxophone… this isn't working. I'll just get on with it, I suppose.
"Name's Frankie," he greeted us with a smile/moan. "Frankie Avalon. I'm in charge around here while Vanna's under investigation."
"Your name is not actually Frankie Avalon," I responded almost instinctively.
"I understand the reaction," he replied/cried, running a hand through is now seemingly perfect hair. "But I'm the younger son, and my parents only realized the opportunity they'd missed after Josh was born." He sighed/cooed. "It almost goes without saying I've been told since a very young age not to throw away all those teardrops."
"Mr. Avalon," Lexi said, attempting to sound as official and bland as possible. "Might you know where we can find Ms. Albright? We're a bit behind on badges at this point, and we'd like to secure one ASAP."
"Well Vanna's gone off with that Axel Jackson guy," he answered/whimpered. "Good for her, too. It's silly she's under scrutiny to begin with; she might as well have fun." He blew upwards, shifting a lock of jet-black hair as his mouth widened into a grin/grimace. "As expected, when she asked me whether she should go with him or not, I told her: 'just ask your heart'. Have to live up to my name, after all."
As disorienting as the sudden barrage of 50's pop references was, the name 'Axel Jackson' immediately hit me like a punch right to the gut. So he'd just waltzed into town, danced his little dance, and sweet-talked a Gym Leader into joining his troupe? How could someone so… I don't even know… be so…
"Is he really that charming?" I whispered to Lexi who, much to my surprise (and mortification) blushed.
"He can… give someone second thoughts about killing him, yes," she replied hurriedly, trying to downplay it.
It didn't work. Had Lexi really… no. That wasn't possible… was it? But… she's never turned red like that for me, now has she?
Damn it, I'm dealing with a modern-day Scheherazade here! An Scheherazade that can de-rail a Siren's attempt to kill him, to boot. And since I'm on a roll with naming classic seducers: damn you Dionysus! All right, I'm better.
Not really.
"So the Gym's not operating now, then?" I asked, itching for him to say 'no' so I had an excuse to tear after Axel with reckless abandon.
"I'm actually serving as Gym Leader," he responded/desponded. "I've been battling with Josh since we were kids, after all. Used to be equals before he moved up into the Elite Four." He shrugged. "But I haven't been… how do they put it… officially trained to use the League-Specified Pokémon yet, so… yes, I suppose you could say the Gym isn't operating."
"Unacceptable," Lexi said almost immediately. "We're on a stricter timeline than usual, so we need to collect this badge immediately."
"Now, now, Lexi, let's not be rash," I interceded for her quickly. "Sorry. She has a very… 'get rid of the obstacle instead of going around it' mentality. If there's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can do, and we'll go. It's fine." I felt my fists clench themselves. Prey sighted: let the hunting commence.
"Now, now, I didn't say no," Frankie chuckled/sobbed. "You can fight my personal Pokémon. A battle with a Gym Leader's a battle with a Gym Leader, after all." He motioned to the construction workers, telling them to take a break. One of them even pulled out a referee's whistle, as if this had been planned on the off chance a challenger came in.
Damn it! I'm not exactly in the right place to battle right now! That cocktail of anger and regret's acting up again… and it's not mixing well with the actual alcohol in my system, either. I can't do this today!
Is what I was thinking, anyway. But for some reason, stupidly, when I caught a glimpse of Lexi and saw that she was still red from thinking about him earlier… a single thought dominated everything else:
Axel Jackson would do it today, wouldn't he?
"Fine," I nodded, holding out my hand to shake. "You're on, Frankie. Let's get this Jamboree started."
"I'd say that you excite me… but you don't," he joked/choked. "Very well then. Three on three, different Pokémon each time. Prepare yourself!"
Dino
My trainer is a voice.
I mean, I know he's not really just a voice; that he's actually a full person with a body and stuff, but it doesn't feel that way to me. As far as I know, I'm being trainer by a floating, disembodied voice.
It's a nice voice! There isn't a hint of gravel or roughness like in a lot of other voices. It's smooth, and kind of airy, and especially when Master raps there's a lot of power behind it. If I had to give it a flavor, I'd say… butterscotch! I never get tired of it, after all.
The first time Master picked me up it surprised me, because his hands were kind of leathery. I should have guessed that, because he works outside a lot, but it was still a shock! A tiny one. But it was nice, too, because I finally realized that he was the musky smell that had been following me around.
Is it weird that Master had a Deino as his first Pokémon? People seem to think so, because their voices always get higher-pitched and lighter when they say "Really? That's interesting!" when Master tells them about it. He never explains why, though, and I kind of want to know too! All I know is when Master wasn't there, I got poked with a lot of needles, and when Master came the pinching stopped! It wasn't terribly painful, but I'm glad it stopped anyway, and Master takes good care of me and lets me run into stuff like I'm supposed to! When he doesn't put me in my Pokéball anyway.
Oh! Did you know that, when you're in a Pokéball, you're still a little conscious of what's going on around you? It's muffled enough that you can ignore it and sleep if you want, but if you try and listen you can hear conversations, and even feel how your ball's being shifted around! It's cool, because it sort of lets you know when you need to be ready to battle. Master always throws his Pokéballs in a sharp diagonal downward angle, so when I felt the ball hurtling through the air, I knew I was being called out to fight. I bit at the air a few times, just to warm up, and braced myself for the… light-turning thingy.
After it was over, I immediately started moving around, getting a feel for where I was. The ground was soft and moved between my toes… like sand! Am I on a beach? No… there's no salt in the air, and people's voices are echoing like we're indoors. I smell sawdust… so we're still in Woodale, right?
"Get ready, Dino!" Master yelled. "The battle's about to start!"
Battle? Ooh! That's it! We're in a Gym! I strained to hear the opening of the other Pokéball, and soon enough I heard a "Get out there, Bagon!" come from a man with a really silky, happy, sad voice. I heard the Pokéball-opening noise, and my nostrils filled up with the scent of sweat and meteors. It was a Bagon, all right.
A shrill whistle came from up and to my right, and I felt the sand shift as the Bagon charged… presumably forward. I couldn't quite be sure, as the sand didn't exactly carry vibrations as well I'd like.
But the heck with that. Master says charge, and so I'm doing it! Head Smash away! I felt a sharp crack as the Bagon Headbutted me back, and I dug my back feet into the sand and began Thrashing back and forth, Biting out at the same time.
I felt my skull connect with some part of the dragon's body, and with a surge of Strength I shoved my entire body in its direction. I felt it try and strain back against me, but I also heard its foot slip through the sand, which is why it ended up flying the air and crashing into something nearby. Are we that close to the wall?
Master urged me on, telling me not to let up, and I figured the best way to find out where I was was to start running into stuff. I ran full speed into the direction that I threw the Bagon in, using its grunts as it pulled itself up to guide me.
It dodged at the last second… or at least, I think it did, because I ended up crashing into some sort of wall. I bashed my head into it a few times, feeling the surface. It was semi-rounded, slanted downwards… are we in a pit? We must be in a pit! That's why the trainer's voices are coming from higher up than usual!
I didn't have much time to enjoy my discovery, though, because at that moment, a hot Dragonbreath attack smacked into me, and it hurt! Stupid Super Effective attacks… and I think I'm feeling my joints stiffen a bit too. Quick! Run into something!
Gnashing out with my teeth, I used a Dragon Rush attack… or that's what it looked like… I think. When the Bagon tried to be all clever and dodge out of the way at the last second again, I instead spun around and let out a huge Dragon Pulse! The sound it made when it connected with the Bagon was all I needed to go on, and so I really Dragon Rushed it this time, my body smashing into it with a satisfying "POOMF!"
It flew and smacked into another wall, but it must have bounced right back off it because I could hear it sailing back towards me. This sound was even clearer than the last one though, so I dodged it easily, turning the jump into a bicycle kick that smashed the thing right into the ground! And then I Body Slammed it. And bit at it. And then, since I heard it getting up again, I let out another Dragon Pulse for good measure, which sent it crashing against another wall somewhere.
The Gym Leader sort of called out in a determined, defeatist voice if Bagon was okay to keep going, and that it was okay for him to come back. I heard the Bagon give a loud shout which, translated, meant roughly 'No way! This is the eleventh hour for me!' It didn't make any sense at first, but then… I actually felt him getting brighter. He started radiating this heat and energy, and from the reactions of Master, Lexi, and the rest of the crowd, I knew: Bagon had evolved right there!
Which meant I had absolutely no idea what it looked like or how it would move. Which meant that, in order to find out… I had to go Bite it! Or maybe just run into it. So I did; I Worked myself Up and then ran to Headbutt it.
I ran up against what felt like solid bone, rounded sort of like the walls of the pit we were in. From the way it pushed back at me, I could tell it had grown another pair of legs… it actually pulled a trick from my book and dug its back legs into the ground, rooting itself so it could knock me aside.
I already had a lot of bruises from running into trees and walls and Master that day, so this time actually sort of hurt. I got up slower than usual, and heard the Shelgon charging at me through the sand much later than I should have. I tried to counter-Slam, but I couldn't get a foothold in time and it wedged me up against the wall, pinning me there with strength it had not had before.
It held me there, ramming me again and again against the wall of the pit, and I heard Master start to yell for me to come back. Instead of doing that, though, I let out a really high-pitched Hyper Voice. I heard a lot of people grunt and cover their ears, and the Shelgon was knocked back enough to let me get on feet again.
Which is all I needed! I whipped my neck back and forth, colliding into the bony armor of the Pokémon and sliding it across the ground a little. I locked on to its breathing and started pounding away, Crunching, Slamming, Dragon Rushing, whichever move could best hit the thing based on where it was. A particularly strong Dragon Tail from me sent it flying, and I took the opportunity to execute the big finish!
I reared up on my hind legs, Focusing my Energy and pooling all my attack potential into a single blow. Then, letting out a load Roar for good measure, I shot like lightning across the sand pit, letting loose a Giga Impact! BOOM!
Unfortunately the Shelgon, as I was later told, was left with shaky knees after my last assault, and fell down to the ground just as I was about to hit… apparently, it actually rolled out of the way a little, completely by accident! My Giga Impact went out control and I crashed into the wall headfirst.
That hurt. A lot.
Feeling… dizzy… I think I'll take a nap for a little while. Night night…
Magnezone
"Deino is unable to battle. The victory goest to Bagon," said the referee.
Master Skyler returned Deino, turning red. Gym Leader Avalon sent out an Altaria as the next combatant, and at Master Skyler's command I floated out onto the field.
It was the logical choice, after all.
The referee looked over the field for a moment, ensuring that both trainers were ready. They were. The referee blew his whistle, signaling the start of the second match.
The Altaria used Dragonbreath on me immediately. The attack struck me head on; I hadn't dodged it. I was in the midst of Charging. The dragon took advantage of my stillness and struck me with a series of Fury Attacks. I pushed back against them, but not much, as I was Focusing my Energy elsewhere. The Altaria's barrage eventually pushed me against the wall.
I let out a small Discharge, enough to make the dragon jolt backwards, but not enough to break my concentration. It assaulted me from afar with a stream of Drag Rage attacks, and I felt my stamina fade slowly but steadily. A final Draco Meteor attack impacted against my metal skin, burst into a conflagration that near knocked me out: my motionlessness had allowed it to strike a Critical Hit with ease.
It didn't matter. At this point, I'd already Locked On.
I released all my pent up electrical potential in a ferocious Zap Cannon, which hit the Altaria dead-on despite its great Agility. Volt after volt coursed through its veins as I pushed myself to pour every spare joule I had into this single, solitary attack; knowing it was the only shot I would have, and the only shot I should need.
The Pokémon crashed to the floor of the gym, twitching as stray bolts continued to tear at its body. Gym Leader Avalon returned it almost immediately.
"Altaria is unable to battle. The victory goes to Magnezone," said the referee.
I now elect to let out a victory cry.
Mag-Agne-Zone-Zone. Boo yah.
Tangela
Man, old Magnezone's boring. He gets out there, stands completely still for who even cares, and then ends it in seconds? The heck? That's no fun.
Whatever, though, cause now it's my turn. Tangela! The Green Assassin! The Herbicidal Maniac! The Mata Hari of the Pokémon Plant World!
I'm pretty B.A., yeah. I don't blame you if you fall down, prostrate yourself, and beg for mercy, whichever Pokémon Frank Sinatra sends out next. Bring it on! I'll wrap you up and give you to Sky as an early Christmas present!
Frankie-Stein, blown away by Magnezone's win, gagged and laughed at the same time, and then threw out another Pokéball with a pained looking, confident smirk. What is with this guy? Anywhatever, the ball bust open to reveal… a friggin' Fraxure. Not B.A. enough to be a full-blown Haxorus, huh? Shame. Let me at 'em, ref! Whistle blown! Ignition light!
Almost immediately, fire tore from its mouth like a bat outta hell, trying the old 'burn the plant to the ground' routine. I scooted out of there as fast as my little red boots could carry me, at the same time shooting a vine across the ground towards the thing's feet. Grass Knot, baby! The bigger they come, the harder they smash into the ground!
It was a pretty B.A. crash, if I do say so myself. Poor thing didn't know what hit it. I rustled up my vines, working up a Stun Spore to keep the thing from getting back up, and let loose the cloud down the field. But the Fraxure..
It friggin' Aerial Aced me! Who teaches a Fraxure friggin' Aerial Ace?
It hurt like hell, and I felt a good portion of my vines get cut from my body. I'm whipped my vines up in a fury, beating at the thing like my life depended on it, but it took its claws and used friggin' X-Scissor! This thing's a Dragon, for crying out loud! Where do you get off using a Bug-Type move?
I flew across the pit; smashing into a wall and feeling even more vines become cut from my body. The Fraxure, eyes blazing with a frenzy like I'd never seen, straight up tried to Guillotine me with its next charge, but I crawled out of the way, getting enough to vines around it to pull off a Mega Drain and get some energy back.
That only worsened its Outrage, though. The crazy thing clawed at me without end, lopping off whatever vines I could send out to use as shields as I backed up. I let off a few Energy Balls, trying to keep it at a range, but it tore forwards despite the damage it was taking.
I felt my back end hit the wall, and before I knew it the Fraxure had me pinned up against it. Even as I wrapped my vines around it to Wring it Out, it let off another Incinerating blast, and fire ate at whatever was left of my body. Satisfied that I was done, it tried to move back and let me fall to the ground.
It couldn't, though, despite how hard it struggled, because I friggin' have you now, you bastard.
I crunched down on my Jaboca berry, drawing out the Natural Gift within and letting it loose. New vines sprouted from my body and formed the shape of a titanic dragon, which basically consumed the Fraxure and spat it back out, hurtling against the wall. Stunned, confused, and disoriented, it couldn't move a single inch as I let loose my ultimate FSB attack:
Friggin'
Solarbeam
Bitch
The B.A. light energy burst outta me, swallowing up the Fraxure's whole body and shredding it to bits. When I was finally done, it crumpled into a lame heap, letting out a cry so pathetic I almost didn't feel like describing it. The referee, almost looking surprised, let out those words I knew I'd hear since we got here:
"Fraxure is unable to battle! Tangela and Arthur Dent win!"
Bitch, please. I didn't even break a sweat.
Author's Note
An entire chapter without Amber, Axel and company, huh?
Well… yes, actually. Believe it or not, Skyler and Lexi are important to this story too! Plus, it gives me an excuse to put more Pokémon battles in the story. Are you really complaining? Oh, you… you are? Sorry. I'll do better, I promise.
Since it's relevant, I may as well do my quasi-traditional alternate names section:
Skyler Blue
A little background on Skyler first. If you've read any of the other stories I've written for the site (particularly Gorgon Zolo or Chancellor Moore), then you already know who Skyler is: he's my disclaimer writer. He's been with me for… geez, four years already, and the cruel running joke I've played on him for that time is that, well… he doesn't have a last name.
He's entirely fictitious, just in case you were confused by the way I talk about him. He's not the only fake worker we have here at Amaxing Fan Fiction Inc., but he's certainly the most prominent.
The reason I go into this is because you'll notice that all of the alternate names for him… still have his name as Skyler. It was only the last name that was in question. Here we go, then:
Skyler Fejer (Fey-er)
Skyler Hellion
Skyler Cloudsong
Skyler Florence
Skyler Mathers
Skyler Simmons
Skyler Combs
Skyler West
Skyler Pip
Skyler Akeley
Skyler Thetis
Skyler Charon
Skyler Statius
Skyler Ambrosia
Skyler Pelius
It was a pretty tough decision, yeah, and those of you who know your Greek Mythology should know whom Skyler is supposed to represent at this point. Why did I go with Blue? It's a Pokémon style name, and it's a nice pun. I do a lot of things for the sake of puns.
Helen Alexis:
This was one of the odder choices I made, in my opinion. Alexis never struck me as a last name, but 'Alexis Helen' sounds really bad. Incidentally, the first alternate name on the list is:
Alexis Helen
Helena Troy
Cassandra Forsythe
Helen Forsythe
There weren't a whole lot, if I'm honest. I kind of stumbled on Helen Alexis and was like… ah, well. That'll do, I suppose.
Viva la feminism?