As of now, I'm assuming control of the Pokemon Roleplay.
As things stood when we last left off, the group had banded together to bequeath upon him all of their Pokemon.
As things stood, Nicholas decided that it was of the apropriate time to pursue his life long dream: that of attaining a harem.

You may now begin.

"No," toned Flannery softly...

Having just passed off her pokemon to the Indigo League Champion, Flannery clutched her chest.

"This... looks like the end for me... Looks... like I won't be part of your harem..."

She fell slowly to the ground, as she silently passed from this plane of existance.

Rith gave an angry, frustrated shout. This was too much for him, now.
He mustered up the energy, and threw his cane to the side. He decided to get through this the only way he knew how: with a solid calcitration to the groin.

Green delivered a chortle as she turned the aformention calcitration the other way around.
Again and again she threw blows
"This is what you get, Capeboy! This is what you get! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Nicholas, on the other hand, knelt gingerly near Flannery.
"I will regret your loss, dear sweet Flannery. But at least now, I legally own all of your pokemon. I promise to only abuse them some of the time."

Elsewhere, Kymira sneered evilly over the newly revived hordes of Team Rocket. It had been a long time coming, but she had brought the organization back to life, and now had designs on the world.

"The fools! They believed me to be one of them. One of the heroes! But little did they know that I, Kymira Starling, have been plotting behind their backs all this time! They will never suspect it when I release you upon the masses, and we shall assume domination! They are all fools, and I have FOOLED THEM ALL!"

Kymira's proclamation, however, would be shortlived. Not only was her plot known, but a trap had already been set. And now, it was sprung.
The electrode strapped to Kymira's face exploded.

"Return!" Elizabeth shouted, recalling her now-fainted exploded pokemon.

"Sorry, you all, but you must know how much I enjoy explosions."

With that, she dissapeared, moved by one of Nicholas's psychic pokemon.

"Poor girl. She could've been a good replacement for Flannery," Nicolas says as he swirls his brandy glass and watches remotely as the base burns... laughing.

That was not the end, however, as Kymira's ghost rose from the ashes. She was bitter, as one would rightfully be, and she was assuredly going to let Nicolas know it.

"That was not the end! You may have destroyed my physical form, but now I am bitter, and my bitterness transforms me into the tool that will end you!" the ghost screeched as she rose from the ground in front of Nicolas.

"Astounding as your return might be, I'm sure that your current form has its downsides as well! If science has taught me on thing, it's that ghosts are pokemon, and can be caught!"
Nicolas thrust his finger at Kymira, posing dramatically as his coat fluttered behind him.
"Houndoom, use Crunch!"

"Curse you for this, Nicolas Lukana! I will have my revenge, even if it is not today!"

Kymira performed what could only be considered an uncouth gesticulation, before disappearing into the nethery veil.

Taylor, as omnipresent, yet unnoticed as he always was, made his presence brusquely known as he rose from behind a nearby bush. He was worse for wear, visibly physically maligned, likely from when his when his pokemon were abrasively removed from his possession by that accursed woman known as only to him as Rachael.
"These foolish fools and their foolish games. NO ONE COMMANDS RYUK BUT ME! NO O-" his sentence unfinished, the trainer is hit ba a heart-shaped beam!

Taylor stumbles a bit, and falls forward, now having an odd amount of weight on his chest throwing off his balance in the forward direction. He hit the ground, albeit managing to mostly catch himself, letting out a grunt more girly than usual.

Fortuitously, there was a puddle where he fell, allowing him to see his reflection... or rather, Cocoa's. Though Taylor had no idea of the source of this odd entanglement, it could only have been thew work of a rogue manaphy, using the the technique known as heart swap.

...at the very least, the jiggling sensation Taylor was feeling made sense now.

"Damn you! I may be foiled yet, but you can't stop me next time! You, nor that accursed Optimus Prime!"

Nicholas withrdrew his pokedex, and began to compose a message to his new best friend, Megatron. The two had become fast friends, and confidants, and right now Nicolas needed someone to confide in.

To: Megs
Subject: I just don't know what to do about it. Things always seem to come up during my schemes, and it seems like I'll never succeed.

He clicked the send button, before getting an almost instantaneous reply. This should be expected, given the robotic nature of the recipient.

To: Nicolas Lukana
Subject: Buck up, yessss. Take it from one who's been thwarted plenty of times, yesss. If you just keep at what you're doing, I'm sure you'll eventually accomplish your goals and take over Cybertron yesssss.

Nicolas looked upwards with renewed vigor. Those were just the words he needed to hear.

Through some sort of odd cosmic coincidence, Moritz and Cocoa suddenly ceased to exist. The reasons are neither clear nor concrete, but they were simply gone.

This left things kind of odd for Taylor, who was now trapped in the body of Cocoa, as she took his body into the twisting aether of nothingness.

Heno, as always, remained a naturalist. And, having imparted his friends to the care of Nicolas Lukana, he had to depart on a journey to make new ones.

It was time to start with the basics, and Heno walked out into the wild, stripping off his shirt, followed by his-

MOD EDIT: I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to snip this off here. There's standards of decency and probably Invision rules we have to adhere to, so the rest of Heno's stuff gets... cut.
-Cyrus

"I suppose it's for the best," Nicholas mumbled to himself, knowing inside the change in Cocoa and how she was now someone else, "Cocoa was a bit too young for me to really consider to include in my Harem in the end in any case."

He paused, extolling a chuckle, "and then there's the matter Ambipom taping those sullying exploits..."

Heno would not venture into the wilderness alone, though. With him, went the paraplegic ally of the autobots... Chip Chase. If there was one thing that Heno would need in the wild, it was a man who could tear apart a floppy disk with his bare hands.

Draco gave a hearty smile and shook his fist vigorously at the air. He knew that there was conflict to face somewhere, and now he was back to take it on and take it down, through grit, vim, and a liberal use of the technique Curse.

Kymira plotted... she knew she had to exact revenge upon the world, specifically Nicolas Lukana, but she needed an outlet. Something, anything... without a corporeal form, it was hard to formulate plans. Any kind of assistance would be handy...

...handy, of course! She would take over the body of Ambipom, and firsthand make Nicolas Lukana's life a living hell!

"I still need to find that ghost Kymira, again... Science requires me to document this new and astounding reaction of the natural order. Fortunately, I still have the advantage with Houndoom, but I can't let my guard down. Just have to remember: what would Megatron do?"

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Draco, on the other hand, set out in search of evil... from the town of Littleroot. Unfortunately, his lack of action left him all the way back at the start, and he certainly had some distance to overcome if he wanted to meet conflict, much less beat it.

Kymira's eerie and aetherial ghost began her decent from above. Certainly, she could succeed here, and show that foolish fool. She couldn't help, however, the desire to taunt her target. After all, if the goal is to break him down, why wait to begin?

She hung upside momentarily in the air, and began to openly mock the Indigo Champion, making sure he knew she was coming for him.

"That's your first and last mistake!" Nicolas shouted at the approaching ghost, "Crobat, go! Use Shadow Ball!"

Crobat, one of the fastest pokemon, was on Kymira before she knew it, and her typically frail ghost composition could not stand up to the pokemon's assault. The fainted non-being drifted down weightlessly to the ground, where Nicolas approached it.

"I know I said I was going to catch you, but you know what? You're just not worth it."

The champion brought his foot down on, and through, the ghost, and ground his boot on the dust beneath. A figurative gesture, but the point would show through.

"If you really wanted to catch her," Taylor wondered aloud in Cocoa's still odd voice, "why didn't you just use one of your swath of master balls? You have near a thousand, do you not?"

"You'd think that would be the case, wouldn't you? But you see, due to recent and sudden advances in technology, as if moved from a massive technological hand from above, Masterballs now work on women. So, as you can probably assume, I'm saving them for my harem. If you were still a man, I'm sure you'd do the same."

Though Kymira's ghost fell, this was not the end! Her hatred and bitterness for society (and Nicolas Lukana) has brought her back from the dark beyond, to exact revenge upon it (and him)!

But all said and done... Kymira simply gave a sneery smirk.

"If I can't quite figure out what's going on, I'm sure you'll have the same trouble! And here's how to make it worse! Crobat, Confuse Ray!"

The bat pokemon swooped forward, aiming to make this all the worse for the ghost of the ghost.

The ghost of Kymira's ghost flies around laughing, as the own tempo of her drive for revenge kept her mind fresh and clear... and full of hated. She flew circles around the champion, cackling madly. She wanted to make sure Nicolas Lukana knew that this would be the end.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to pull my trump card," Nicolas said calmly, as the madness swirled about him.
"This may not be the easiest solution, or the simplest, or the most efficient, but you have to admit... it's definitely the best."

He pulled a remote with a single red button on it, and made sure to show it out to the omnipresent rage spinning about him. And then he pressed the button.

At first, Kymira would notice an odd, constant rumbling from underneath. And then Nicolas began to shake. No.. the ground underneath him was shaking!

Even despite the inherent coldness of otherworldly beings, Kymira could even feel the heat begin to swell. And then... cracks, on the ground. Glowing cracks. Diverting her attention back up from the ground, she would notice that Nicolas was simply gone, likely teleported by one of his pokemon. No problem, sure. She could follow him to the ends of the earth.

...but apparently not the center of it, as a magma faucet spewed right out of the ground into the ghost of a ghost, putting an end to all of her plotting and scheming in an instant.

No! the ghost's ghost thought to itself, This can't be the end!

But... as the magma began to cool and solidify in the not superheated open air, the aetherial being was encased forever in the hardened rock. She may have been stopped, but you could tell just by being near; the rock would forever radiate out her hatred.

It didn't take much of this chaos to ward off Valter. He left quickly, before much of it all went down. Really, he should have known not to trust and open up to another human being, it would only ever crush you in the end.

Back quickly to Slateport, Valter would be first in line to the next trip back to Kanto.

There was a cost to Valter's retreat, however... his journey had been long, and unfortunately expensive. It was hard to believe, but he went out with less money than he came in with, and was forced to spend the last of his money on his trip back to him now gone hometown.

Yes... Saffron, it was still gone, and Valter didn't even have a dime left to contribute to its reconstruction... what could he possibly do to save it now?

Through some kind of unnatural happening... a strange coincidence, or even a cosmic joke, Kymira's consciousness found itself leaving the stony prison... and opening her eyes in Flannery's body.

The body had been dead for too long now to properly recover, it was certainly dead, but Kymira's hatred was all the fuel it needed to keep going. This undead ex-Rocket Gym Leader now had another shot at revenge.

Arriving back in Kanto, Valter had the money to fund Saffron's reconstruction. All of it. He wasn't giving any explanations, and for the moment the grateful people of Saffron weren't looking for one.

Meanwhile, Isabella, picking up more and more of Valter's personality... reached out. Nicolas had betrayed her master, and Moritz wasn't there to stop him, or even help at all. And she was going to make him pay.

This was a very odd, and fruitless endeavor. For, not too long previously, Moritz had ceased to exist in this world. And for all intents and purposes, he's better off for it.

The people of Saffron were grateful at first, until the source of the money was revealed. All that money that Valter Brimstone, hero of the town, had brought to save them... it was all counterfeit.

It was panic, and mass hysteria. Their town had been rebuilt on a lie, and now not only were they broke... they were so far in debt, they were practically owned.

And who was in control of that debt? It was none other than the granddaddy of the Rockets himself... Giovanni. Valter's beloved town was owned by what he would would know as one of the worst people to ever live...

...but it was about to get worse.

I just want you to know, Valter Brimstone... that I have ruined your life, and I didn't need to control you to do it. Your life is over, and I did not touch your brain at all.

The next thing he knew... his most hated person was standing before him. Jupiter was there.

"Hello, Valter... Willtwo... he took me back... and now... we're going to make you ours..."

Everything just fell apart... and Isabella couldn't even take it out on Moritz. No, she had to at least have this. She had to have this!

There was a massive psychic energy buildup within Isabella. The power swelled, to even critical proportions... desire to lash out at least one thing...

...and she lashed out at everything. Every Moritz, across every universe, every reality, felts the attack. They would all feel the backlash, the loss, the anger... and know that somehow it was their fault.

Two lips meet, swapping love... and fluids.

Tyler and Azlen have not been paying attention to the ruckamuck going on, far too distracted... by each other. Their failing, being not too shy... but not shy enough. Enraptured with one another, they were off in their own little world.

Danny Forthright amerges from the shadows to confront Nicolas.

Green looked upon the pair of lovers, and smirked.

"Thank the legendaries for that. So damn sick of a hammy love story that goes nowhere because the two people involved can't spit out how they feel about each other."

***

Nicolas, on the other hand, didn't speak at all. He slowly and dramatically pulled a .44 calibur out of one of his coat pockets... and shoots Danny Forthright square in the forehead, leaving not much left at all. He approaches the fallen, nearly headless body... and removes all of the pokeballs for his own private collection, as well as rifling through his wallet for anything worthwhile.

"A library card.... yeah, I think I can use that."

Out of practically nowhere, a crazed Valter appeared, all but foaming at the mouth.

Gibbering incoherently, he tackled Green to the ground... and began ninja scribbling on her face. Irony, over and over and over again.

There is an explosion. Green's hat goes up in Valter's face... and her's as well. Who wired it in the first place is unkown... perhaps Nicholas, finally becoming fed up... or Elizabeth, finally giving up.

And then there is another explosion, a world away. The first of many, as Saffron begins to go up in smoke, one more time, and there is neither a black belt nor a ninja there to stop it.

There is one explosion, and then...

...then...

...no other? The bombs were triggered, but now... there is no explosion?

It's Winona, Mistress of Air! She stands dramatically atop her soaring Skarmory, patrolling the skies of Saffron!

She drops down from above, on top of the last rocket guarding the last bomb, with only seconds left to go!

"Who..." spits the rocket, along with some blood and teeth, "who are-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND LISTEN! MY NAME IS WINONA, THE WING THAT CLEAVES EVIL! THERE IS NOTHING I CANNOT CUT! Skarmory, Air Cutter!"

With both strength and precision, the metal bird flies forward, slicing apart the bomb and disarming it.

"Hmph. Scum," Winona grunted, bringing her foot down on the Rocket's face... and snapping his neck.


...it seems her demeanor has improved a bit since her final meeting among the championship trainers, with Heno.

It was not simply her meeting with Heno that gave Winona the kick in the pants needed to change... it also helped for all of the... private lessons she had been having with Nicolas Lukana.

Certainly, they trained into the long hours of the night, working up quite a sweat...

"Winona? I never thought I'd see you here," came an enigmatic voice from behind.

Winona spun around, catching a flash of blue hair. Blue hair?

"Falkner, is that you? I miss- no! You missed out! You left me, and a dashing and handsome and obviously superior to everyone in every way champion came along to pick up the pieces! I'm taken and there's nothing you can do to-"

Winona's distracted and jittery rambling was cut off by a large THUNK!

The flying gym leader collapsed to the ground in a pile.

"Wrong guess, bitch, although I suppose we do have the help of massive psychic power," Lyn spat at the body of the woman who was putting a stop to their plans.


Thus, out of everything Nicholas Lukana may have taught Winona, it seems like 'getting caught by team Rocket' was the lesson she picked up on the best.