Frederick couldn't keep himself from laughing softly as his younger companion dragged him through the crowd, his second hand pinching the rim of his tophat to ensure that it didn't get bumped off of it's resting place. It was so amusing to watch Vivian eagerly push her way through the crowd. It may not have been unusual to see her do so, but this was the first time he had seen her do it due to eagerness rather than just irritation and impatience. And he understood her excitement, as he was quite interested in stepping up to the challenge that had been put before them as well. The moment that rumors started to spread about the Battle Train Frederick went to work sniffing out sources and trying to separate fact from fiction. He event went so far as to contact old sources in Kogane to learn details about the happenings, and it was a good thing he did with how quickly the tickets sold out. Even a moment of hesitation would have meant missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

This would be an excellent test for both himself and his team, as there were sure to be a number of skilled trainers that on board. Yet he couldn't allow himself to give in too much to the excitement, as there was always a chance that Virus would use this as an opportunity to rear their ugly heads. Luckily he not only had a partner that was willing to crack heads if needed, he came fully equipped to handle whatever may come their way. Luckily batons weren't on the list of banned items.

After being pulled through the crowd and offering countless apologies as the determined young lady barged through the crowd the pair would eventually reach their destination. At this point Frederick would gently pull his arm away from Vivian's firm grip, taking the slight breather as a chance to adjust his clothing to make sure everything was in order. The man was dressed to the nines in a dark three piece suit that had been freshly pressed complete with bright white gloves. The man looked more like he was dressed up for a ball than a train ride, but that was how he liked it. He even managed to convince Vivian to dress up a bit, which was a discussion that went far better than he expected. What started out as a joke turned in to an unexpected surprise as she agreed to match him in dress. They were a team, after all, so why not have a uniform?

Frederick reached into his coat's inner pocket and produced a pair of tickets, which he would use to fan his face as he offered Vivian a calm smile. "I've guarded them with my very life." His gaze slid from his teammate to the attendant, an arm extending to offer the man the pair of tickets. Next thing he knew they were being ushered onto the train, the ranger allowing the visibly excited lady to board before making his way on himself. Unfortunately he was too busy enjoying the rare sight of an unusually joyful Vivian that he failed to pay proper mind to his own steps.

His movement faltered as the tip of his shoe caught on the first step of the train, causing him to fall forward a short ways onto the train. Luckily he managed to catch himself, placing his hands out in front of him to prevent any injury. The dark skinned man quickly regained his footing and hurried to make his way on the train, his hands moving up to return it to it's proper position atop his head as he cleared his throat. He would need to act quickly in order to keep Vivian from dwelling on that embarrassing little misstep. "Well then! Let's not waste time." Gaze turned down the long car that stretched out before them, hands clapping together as he did his best to shake the dirt from his now not-so-white gloves.

                          

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Even in the face of crushing defeat the surgeon managed to keep his head held high and toss out a few more inappropriate comments. The ranger would simply smile at the man, a gloved hand moving to pinch the rim of his hat and give it a slight tip toward him. Previous irritation had faded from his face, though the sharpness of his gaze maintained a strong presence as he watched the man continue to dig his own grave. A hand moved to quickly snatch the man's card out of the air, his fingers nimbly manipulating the card to place it between his middle and index fingers. Smile grew slightly as he held the card up so the surgeon could see it before moving to slide it into his inner jacket pocket. "You'll most certainly be hearing from me, dear friend. I look forward to catching up with you."

The ranger didn't give the man an opportunity to respond, a hand moving to gently place itself on Vivian's back in an attempt to usher her on to the next car. There was no need to linger on such a foolish man and his disgusting comments. There was no telling how many women he had victimized in the past with his degrading comments. It was even possible that some poor girl with less confidence than Vivian had been pulled in by his offers and been lured into his trap. But Frederick couldn't allow himself to dwell on the crimes this man may have been guilty of. This was a time for pleasure, not business. That man's time would come soon enough.

Unfortunately their bad luck would continue onto the next car, where a pair of...energetic young man would immediately lock their eyes onto Vivian. Before they could even open their mouths Frederick would let out a soft groan, his head shaking at their excited shouting. His partner seemed to feel similarly, which was no surprise at all. Though her lack of enthusiasm when dealing was peculiar. How sad. He would lean toward Vivian, his smile gaining a bit of strength as he softly spoke to her. "I wouldn't be too concerned about these two. I suspect they're trying to compensate for the sexual attraction they feel toward each other. I've seen it plenty of times." Shoulders shook slightly as he stood up straight, the slight bit of laughter slipping past his lips as he focused himself on the battle at hand.

Eyes turned upward as the intercom suddenly buzzed to life, at which point the situation would suddenly start to shift. Rules had been set and the weather had shifted, yet Tiny didn't seem to care in the slightest. The poisonous pokemon simply stepped forward as the cool air started to nip at his skin, placing himself between his trainer and the opposition with a snarl. Frederick would offer the girl beside him one last reassuring smile before giving his full attention to the battle at hand. "No worries. I'll do my very best." He got the sense that this train ride was very important to Vivian, a special challenge that she felt even more desire to conquer than usual. It would be shameful if he were to be the one to ruin this for her.

Tiny's movements froze entirely as Asta appeared beside him, eyes going wide as his attention shifted to the larger pokemon. There he was. That DAMN TYRANITAR. The one who humiliated him in the fight with those fairies so long ago. Both of them had changed, grown much stronger than before. But Tiny knew that he would have to prove himself to be the stronger of the two, the intense battle to clash with his 'teammate' bubbling up from within. He bared his teeth, snarling at the dark type the moment he started to move closer, the poisonous pins covering his body bristling in preparation. "Calm yourself Tiny. There will be time to settle that grudge of yours later." The nidoking let out a low growl as he turned to face the raichu, his vision starting to become obscured by sand now rather than the snow. Of course being a ground type it was an environment that he was well suited to fight in, so it was most certainly going to serve as a boon. Maybe that damn lug could do more than just get in the way.

Before Frederick even had an opportunity to attack the opposing side would spring to action, using what was quite possibly the only maneuver the raichu had that could damage the ground type pokemon. The quick attack came in faster that Tiny could ract, the rodent darting in and bashing into the larger pokemon's chest before darting back to keep his distance. "Restrict his movements with Toxic Spikes." Immediatly Tiny would whip his tail around, detaching the poisonous pins that covered his body and covering the area surrounding the raichu in painful and toxic spikes. Things were looking bad for his opponent, the various hazards presented by the opposing team nearly overwhelming the long tailed pokemon.

Yet the raichu had no choice but to ignore the obstacles and charge forward, the poisonous pins digging into his feet with each step as the sand tore away at his skin and impaired his visibility. The poison would immediately course through his body as struggled to focus on his opponent through the dreadful sands and moved in for another quick attack. As he did so he would flick his tail toward his teammate, sending a shock toward his teammate to give him that extra boost he needed to best that massive opponent of his.

"Earth Power." This time Tiny was ready, not even needing to hear his trainer's instruction to determine his next move. Not only were physical attacks disallowed for this room, earth power would clearly be the most effective move against this sort of opponent. The raichu's attack would find it's mark, but this time the nidoking was ready for it. Knowing he would be unable to grantee a hit against a rapidly moving target like this, Tiny waited for them to strike before unleashing his counter attack. The moment the raichu came into contact an explosion of white light would errupt underneath, the highly effective attack causing the smaller pokemon to topple back into the toxic spikes that had been spread out behind him. The landed directly into the pins, his body rolling a short way which only served to force more poison into his body.

The raichu would struggle to rise to his feet, his vision slowly fading as he fought to maintain consciousness. Yet between the heavy attack, the sand and the poison coursing through his veins it was clear that he was in no condition to continue. After a moment of silent determination he would fall forward, collapsing onto the floor with a soft cry of pain. Tiny simply sneered at the sight, his nostrils flaring as he snorted at his opponent. As much as he enjoyed victory regardless of the means, there was little satisfaction to be found in beating an opponent when he had such a clear advantage. He would have much rather have spent that time and energy beating the shit out of Asta.