Mikan!

Zabriski's electricity spiked wildly, connecting with some of the lights overhead, causing them to momentarily glow brighter before sputtering, coughing and dying. The lights dimmed, showering sparks onto the carpet, thankfully none of them causing a fire, darkening the room to the extent that one couldn't even look at the general direction of the windows streaming in light, leaving Alice in the darkness while the man leaned forward on the table. "Alice Corin Hope." He stated, his voice not particularly unique, or outstanding. Very...normal. He could nearly pass for a civilian.

While the situation wasn't so that the Zebstrika didn't know or acknowledge the hitches she'd caused along the way, her emotions were running rampant. And while she despised her supposedly strong spirit to be afraid of this man standing before her, she managed to ein in her fear, sparks gradually fading away to nothing. All of a sudden, the black and white striped equine felt exhausted, leaning slightly against the wall. "My name?" The man purred. "Well, no, that you don't get. But a battle? Certainly." As though willingly to comply, he casually dropped a pokeball on his table, which rolled to the floor, and erupted in red-white sparkles, and a large form. The towering silhouette of a Dragonite.

While the towering Dragonite had been occupying nearly all the space in the room, having to bend to spare its head the indignity of knocking against the ceiling, and hence bending menacingly over Alice and her pokemon, eyes slitted, and mildly luminescent. Whoever this was, to possess powerful pokemon like these, was no doubt at the top of the ladder. While the room may have been cramped, as soon as Alice released her pokemon, the Clefairy's feet touching the ground, the space around the room warped. As though turning into a void, everything seemed to get pulled towards a certain, specific center, before quietly and unceremoniously imploding.

They were on a plain. The room had magically expanded, into wide, rolling fields of green, and fresh, lilting air swirling around the sparkling rays of the sun. There was no sign of the dark, dank room of a few minutes before, and while it was relatively well-lit and pleasant, the executive - one could only assume he was one - was standing - deprived of his chair and desk - and was shrouded from head to toe in a cloak. Its hood pulled up, and face tilted downwards, he obviously went to certain extents to mask his face.

The Dragonite flinched as the powerful Fairy type attack struck it, but the male remained quiet and thoughtful. After staring at Alice and her pokemon for a few more minutes, regarding them silently, with a quiet, he withdrew to Dragonite to his side. "Unfortunate." Muttering something about typings, Clefairy, strength, versatility and weaknesses, the Dragon type remained standing by his side as he produced another pokeball, the red-and-white shiny sphere contained within it a pseudo-legendary pokemon - a Metagross. It burst forth, landing heavily on the ground on all its four, sturdy, metallic legs. It raged forth, rushing with surprising speed, its keen, analytical eyes already critically scrutinizing its foe. Its head gained a metallic sheen, as it attempted to ram the Clefairy with a powerful super-effective move - Iron Head.

(Just noticed, you happen to have a Sparkling egg. Would you like to hatch it now?)

(Oh. Alright~)

"The challenged party has the right to make the rules." The male purred, grinning diabolically under his hood. The Clefairy's movements made him look up slightly, edge of the hood drooping over his face. The Metagross narrowed its eyes; it was said to have a brain in each leg. That was too many brains, but it allowed the species to outperform supercomputers. A master in calculations, the Steel/Psychic type expertly side-stepped the flames coursing towards it, before tucking its legs in, floating in mid-air. Wasting no time, it torpedoed towards its airborne foe, its body acquiring a hard, metallic sheen. Iron Defense! It was adding to its already sky-high defence, so the flames - should they connect - would barely make a dent on the silver steel skin of the metallic arachnid. The strength of its previous move focused on its head, it neared with frightening speed with a second Iron Head.

(By my calculations, a STAB Iron Head from a pseudo-legendary, a super-effective move to boot off Metagross' huge attack should have been an OHKO ._.' But oh well~)
(Ah darn xD Why's Shadow Ball special now? Remember when it was physical in Gen III and downwards?)
(Also, again, calculations. Shadow Ball will do 28.1% damage at the maximum damage roll. One does not simply bring down a Metagross x3)

The Iron Leg pokemon was unfazed by the Clefairy's quick presence of mind, swift undertaking of orders, and in general the fact that it survived the initial bout. Quickly swinging about a sturdy leg, the Shadow Ball splashed harmlessly against it, disintegrating into slivers of ethereal energy, each pulsating before dissipating. With nary a dent to show the presence of the shallow wound, Metagross tried again, attempting to claw viciously at the Fairy type with another powerful move, Metal Claw!

(X3 Oh, um. leave the number-crunching to me then~ Though even a STAB BP 75 move should knock out Clefairy, so Iron Head was overdoing it ^^' (BP 120).)
(If it isn't clear yet, think of this as a boss fight X3 You naturally get a break at the end. All of his pokemon are level 70, so Zweilous actually has an advantage here. Though by default you cannot lose, similar to the forced fight in Gen III if you've ever played it.)
(For easy tracking, I'll be using the below format~ :3 Hope you like it~ Settle in for a tough fight. If you want, I could display the team here. Good lord, I've grown used to giving spoilers. Darn it, Kurai!)
(Yuki's only confirmed pokemon was Alakazam? What did he look like, and what rank did he have? Did he have any family or such? Anything whatsoever? Every bit of knowledge would help~ :3)

The Metagross and its trainer were both slightly taken aback by the roaring, rampaging dragon, though they did marvellous jobs of concealing their surprise - well, perhaps not the Iron Leg pokemon. It was emotionless anyway. "Who's not sticking with one pokemon now?" The male sneered, lifting an arm as a Crobat fluttered down from the blinding sunlight overhead to settle on his arm. A Crobat? "Look familiar, Alice?" Hissing her name, he stroked the Poison Bat's crest. "Ring any bells?"

The Steel pokemon could care less for the Thunder Wave, its Speed already the most redundant of all its monstrous stats. Namely, it was horribly slow. The speed drop hardly mattered. The movement restriction, however...that happened to be a different story. Unfortunately for the girl, the dual type pulled through, zooming at the Zweilous. "Tut tut, Alice. Metagross. Miracle Eye, then Power-Up Punch." The Metagross knew its attacks. Closing in, it would surround itself with a pink glow, attempting to envelope its opponent in the same, performing a powerful Psychic attack that, while not harming the Zweilous directly, would still take affect, having adverse effects after the initial bout. Already its huge fist/hand-appendage was pulled back to execute a powerful punch.



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(I never said he was~ o3o Also, I can't seem to find the tracker. Could you post a link? And is he the guy who force-fed Alice the tablet...? Anyways, thank you~)

"Nope. Block it, Metagross." The man stated calmly. Immediately its arms burst forth, two of them grabbing the Zweilous' left head, preventing the Dragon from Crunching down on the Iron Leg android. The arachnoid required a free arm to execute its next move, which the executive stated to be Hammer Arm. A large, metallic arm swung up, flinched slightly at the pain of the Sun-boosted Fire Fang, but seemed to recognize it as an unknown emotion, shaking it off with the boosted Defense, before swinging down at the Dark type right before it. It would be no easy task to dodge this one. The paralysis didn't seem to work in Alice's favour...yet.



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(Oh! You're right. Although, according to my calculations, Zweilous should have fainted from the Hammer Arm.)

"Metagross." The male spoke, and a silvery-blue eye sparkled from beneath his hood. The Steel type retreated swiftly, shoving back the Zweilous' head to gain that extra second to get away. "Don't forget the neat thing you hold." The male drawled, bored, though slightly affronted that the Dark/Dragon could stand up to the powerful attack. Revealing a Lum Berry from somewhere, the Metagross opened its sizable mouth, chomping down on the berry in a single bite. It seemed to sparkle slightly before the electric sparks dissipated explosively. It was cured of paralysis!

"Hmm. Psychic." The Metagross' eyes glowed a bright, vivid...pink. Way to throw off the moment. Regardless, the move it packed was a powerful one. A psychic move. And despite Psychic moves having no effect on Dark types, that disability could be off-put by a single move. A move, seemingly meaningless, but hiding a powerful strength. Miracle Eye. It shook up the type-charts, breaking the fourth wall, and enabling Dark types to be hit by Psychic attacks. And Psychic was a powerful attack indeed.

"You want it to stop, do you?" The man asked, his voice laden with almost genuine-sounding compassion. Of course, the wide, crooked grin that spread across his face, glinting under the cover of darkness told of a different mindset. Oh how amusing is was to see the girl tremble. The great Alice Hope, the mysterious one, the one with the powers. His eyes had long adjusted to the dark, and he was enjoying watching her squirm, seeing the look on her face when it's clear she can't win. "What do you do now, then?" he asked with a sneer, "Or do you not have a plan for this one? Falling to my whims." His hand fell from stroking the Crobat and he instead lowered it to, of all things, Metagross's Pokeball. In a sudden flash of red, the Pokemon was returned and all that were left in the room were Alice, the man and the Crobat, and Zabriski.

The battle itself had put the Zebstrika on edge, and he had been digging at the ground with his hoof for the majority of Alice's fight. Electricity was still crackling wildly across his body, and his nostrils began to flare even more once the Steel type was withdrawn. His eyes were narrowed and laden with malice, and it was clear that if Alice wasn't going to act, he sure was.

"You'd best control that beast before I change my mind," the man hummed, rotating Metagross's Pokeball in one hand. "I think I've decided there's something I would enjoy more than demonstrating what I can do. There will be much greater opportunity for that. So, little girl, care to make a deal with the devil?"

Zabriski was still shifting and flaring his nostrils, but feeling the firmness in Alice's eyes and sensing the apprehension in the air, he backed off. The man watched the exchange and seemed satisfied enough to continue. "I'm sure you're well acquainted with a certain individual within our little organization by now," it wasn't hard to figure who he may be referring to, "if I may be frank, we don't like one another. He enjoys toying with you, so you're a prime target for me. As such, I'll give you this: I look the other way on this little mission of yours. In return, you owe me. I can cash in a favor whenever I please, it could be tomorrow, it could be years from now." His grin curved in an even more wicked display, and the Crobat alongside him fluttered its wings, peering at the Riolu with a smug disinterest. This was a man not to be trifled with, and he didn't seem to be very afraid of an act that would betray his organization for his own selfish gains. "Do we have a deal, dear Alice?"

"The specifics aren't relevant," the man replied firmly, tapping Metagross's Pokeball to the wooden arm of his chair with an audible 'thuck'. A silent threat. "Although I don't think you have much of a choice in this regardless. As for answers," he chuckled, "it's not my problem that you can't remember..." He enjoyed keeping her in the dark, simply dangling the bait and without means of reaching it. Answers weren't free, everything had a cost. "A simple yes or no, and we'll go from there. Hurry along, now."

While Alice's own lips formed into a downturned frown, the man's curled into an almost feral grin. Now that's a good girl. I'll be in touch." After allowing his final statement to linger in the air, he stood. The Crobat fluttered into the air, and a slight gleam of an object fell from one of its small, taloned feet, landing in the man's unoccupied hand. The object was metallic and seemed to contain a small array of buttons, none of them labeled. He pressed one, and it seemed to have given off some sort of silent signal, as after only a moment, a flash of white light brought a lone Xatu into the room.

The Pokemon gazed at Alice unblinking and stood almost as still as a statue. It's eyes, however, told of immense intellect, greater emotion. A lingering plea for help rested in her mind. But, as soon as the Pokemon appeared, as brief as the exchange was, both it and the man disappeared in an instant. Teleporting to parts unknown. Alice was alone, it seemed at least the stranger was a man of his word, or was acting as such. Zabriski pawed at the ground anxiously whinying softly and throwing his head in frustration. If that Rocket was now out of her reach, it wasn't long before she'd aim her hooves at another...