[attr="class","Vgentemptitle222"]THE BATTLE TRAIN HAS BEGUN

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As trainers are guided to their assigned cabins, a message is played over the intercom that will proceed to interrupt any ongoing conversation with its loud buzzing. “Attention passengers: your Subway Bosses are speaking. The train is about to leave the station. Please stand clear of the closing doors. We would advise our passengers to remain seated as we depart you may get up when the light above the doorways turn green. The Magnet Train is now en-route to Kanto. While you are on the Magnet Train, please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Your pokemon are now free to wander outside their capsules for the remainder of your stay... We look forward to meeting all of you in due time.”

The train lurched forward, suddenly powered by a force that will carry it from the bright lights of the Circuit Circus. Within moments, the city will become a speck in the distance, and the scenery will become a blur for onlookers that choose to glance out the windows. The cabin trembles from the force, and suddenly it makes sense why these departures are usually done with everyone seated...

At the other end of the train car, a red light is flashing. The clear sliding door appeared to be locked, preventing anyone from traversing between cabins. It is only when the train reached its perfect cruising speed that the light switches to green, and the doors to the next cabin slide open.

The first challenge awaits.

[attr="class","Vgentemptitle222"]AND YOUR FIRST BATTLE IS...

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As they enter the room they'll spot a young girl jumping onto the wall sliding a few feet as the train momentum moves the wall against her wheels. A bright grin on her face as she nails it using one of the bars to spin around and face the pair.

"This is so awesome! Only thing that'll make this better is if I manage to beat you two."

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I'M CONSTANT LIKE THE SEASONS
I'LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN ―

As the train lurched forward, gaining speed with each passing second, Fran found herself completely relaxed. Her jaded eyes peered through the glossy windows, soaking in the leafy greens before they bled into one another, reduced to nothing but a big blur. She slunk in her seat, head in her hand, focusing on the lack of feeling under the cabin. The magnet train was truly something of a modern marvel. 

This was more than she could say for her companion. Ken squirmed in his seat wearing an expression Fran had rarely seen him with. Then again, she never saw him on a train. It wasn't unheard of for people to prefer one form of travel to another. Still, she had to admit, it was a little humorous to see the hulking young blonde shift uncomfortably in his seat. 

But her entertainment was suddenly dashed by the crackling spark of the overhead announcement. Soon the door beyond Ken's figure would light up green, signalling the beginning of their afternoon delights. 

Fran pulled her legs back to the floor, following her companion as they moved to the back of the cabin. The duo moved easily through the door, revealing a cart completely identical to the one they had just left. The only difference was, there was only one passenger. She was young and spunky, rolling off the walls in her rollerblades. Her movements were obnoxious. Fran squinted at their opponent, her moment of contempt allowing Ken to release his pokemon first. Then her attention shifted to the small fighting-type. It was a beast she was familiar with, and one that she did not know Ken had in his team. She was eager to see how the two would fight their opponent. 

However, she did not want to spend all afternoon playing witness. The raven-haired woman's hand slid to her belt, gliding across the surface of each dual-colored sphere before resting atop the one closest to her front. Her emerald eyes scanned the the breadth of the cabin, sizing its measurements before plucking the ball from her waist. It would be a tight fit, but she was a proponent of starting strong and never stepping back. She pulled the device to her chest, and with a click of a button, a bright light poured from its mouth. The energy pooled onto the ground, only to morph and contort into a winding snake, much larger than the space provided. The steelix kept his head close to the ground, curling his body in any direction that would allow him to fit within the cabin. With listless eyes, he looked over at his trainer. Fran could only shrug. "Gotta fight where we gotta fight," she offered to her partner. Detroit grumbled, turning his sight forward.

Detroit's battle would begin alongside his much smaller peer. The machop would shoot forward, fist raised for a powerful DYNAMIC PUNCH. Fran only peeked at Ken's fight, catching images of what his training had reaped. Their opponent was something much more elegant, a beast she had never seen before. Quickly, the dark-haired woman identified the opponent with her pokedex, not willing to shortcut her way to an ambiguous victory. She wanted this to be decisive. The sylveon was unsurprisingly faster than Detroit, and started the battle off with a SWIFT attack. The shooting stars cut through the air, reeling toward the shiny husk of the iron snake pokemon. Even with their multiple connections, the attempt did little damage. Detroit blinked, shaking the licks off his body before retaliating. His powerful jaw lowered, spitting purple flames across the cabin. The DRAGON BREATH blew away the remaining stars and encircled the opponent. The pink cat was hurt, but not defeated. It leaped forward, closing the distance between itself and the steelix with ease. The beast twisted in the air, winding up its rear end for a TAIL WHIP. "Cut it off," Fran ordered her pokemon. Detroit grumbled, sliding his body around space available before jutting his own tail forward to meet his adversary's. The TAIL WHIP and IRON TAIL collided in the air, but Detroit overpowered the sylveon. He slammed the creature down onto the floor, leaving the pink cat unable to continue the battle. 

Fran's steelix received minimal damage in their first battle. Still, he was far too large to allow in the cabin for an extended amount of time. The raven-haired woman reached over to pat her partner's shiny hide before returning him to his pokeball. There was room to breath one more. 

She turned toward Ken, not able to catch the end of their fight. "Good work," she offered, assuming it was so. "That kid new to you?" Fran gestured with her finger at the short fighting-type, beginning to move past their opponent. The younger girl rubbed the back of her head and offered her congratulations. Fran only nodded in response, brushing past the loser and toward the back of the cabin once again. She cracked her knuckles before the door's light turned green. "On to the next."

838 words. detroit +2. @ken

by sixsmith.