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This sounds like a lot of fun.

I'll take the Fighting type.

And here's mine:

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~Dai-Gurren~​

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After spending the last hour or so examining the different mecha that the members of Team Dai-Gurren used, Genome got down from the lift he was on.​

Before leaving the mecha-holding area, Genome looked at his own Gunman, Lazengann.​

He looked closely at his mecha...It seemed bare.​

"I wonder...What could I add..."​

Just then, Guame crawled up onto Genome's shoulder, licking him in the face.​

"Hey, there, Guame." Genome said to his pet as he looked around the room for inspiration.​

After a few moments, Guame hopped off of Genome's shoulder, running into an un-occupied restroom nearby and grabbing one of the towels inside, dragging it across the floor as he brought it back.​

Genome looked down at his pet as it re-entered the mecha-holding area, noticing the towel in his mouth.​

"Guame! What're you doing with that? That goes in the bathroom-"​

Genome stopped as he took the towel from Guame, noticing that the Team Dai-Gurren logo was stitched into it.​

"Is this what you wanted to show me?"​

"Gua! Gua!" Guame said, nodding.
Genome smiled as he looked at the symbol.
"Good boy, Guame. C'mon, we're gonna go see Leeron about this." Genome said, allowing Guame to crawl up to his shoulder.
"To the science block."
~Insert Walking Montage Here~
Genome arrived at the science block, the towel still with him, where he saw Leeron, going about his usual Leeron-y business.
Genome approached him.
"Hey Ron, could I ask a favor?"
Genome unraveled the tower, showing the Team Dai-Gurren logo to Leeron.
"Would you be able to emblazon this on to my Lazengann? I feel like I should show just who my family is when I'm out there fighting-" Genome stopped when an odd smell floated before his nostrils.
He sniffed a single time before his face turned incredibly pale.
Genome covered his nose with both hands.
"Holy crap, what the hell is that smell!?"

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~The Dai-Gurren, Grump Room; Minutes before the Genome's section~​

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"And not a one even looked at my dingledang. Not a one even looked."​

Said Jonby as he and his prehistoric friend sat in their new room, aptly titled the Grump Room.
They sat next to one another, a television in front of them with the image of Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island on it.
There was also a microphone closer to them, which recorded their voices.
Egopoppy had the SNES controller in his hand, being the one playing the game while Jonby simply watched.
Jonby sighed.
"Lying to women at bars just doesn't work! Did you know that?"
Egopoppy simply laughed before mimicing what Jonby had said.
"Not a one even looked at my dingledang. Not a one."
"Next time on Game Grumps..."
"...Is that it?"
"Hold on..."
Jonby then proceeded to move his pink posterior in the direction of the microphone, bending over as he did so.
"I'm going to fart... and it's going to smell. Like, this whole room, all day."
"Wait, wha-" Egopoppy was too late. It happened.
This video should accurately represent what happened next.
The fumes slowly floated into the ventilation system, making their way into every opening in the Dai-Gurren.
Jonby simply sat back down, a blank expression on his face, while Egopoppy cowered behind the couch, attempting to avoid the horrid odor.

With permission from bossman Smashfan, I make a fourth reserve for today:

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik

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~Reaper Excavation Site~​

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"Two more, but it doesn't look like they pilot..."​

"I wouldn't be so sure."​

"Oh? What makes you say that?"​

"I can tell just by looking at them. They've got some piloting skills."​

"If you say so..."​

"Sorry to interrupt, but we got two more energy signatures comin' in."​

Before Ryoma or Hayato could find out what the signatures were, Shadow pointed them out.​

"Ken, Ryo, Kouji, it's two of the robots from before!"​

SKL and Mazinger turned towards the incoming supposed enemy mecha.​

One of the mecha resembled a grey monkey with bigger arms than legs. Next to it was a mecha that resembled a shark head with a cannon on top. (OOC: This video accurately represents what the second mecha looks like. As you can see, there's a cannon on top instead of the gunner seat.)​

Shadow prepared himself, along with his classic self and the Mazinger and SKL pilots.
"Get ready, here they come!"
"Hold on, we ain't Beastmen!"
"He's right, we're not. These Gunmen are stolen."
The cockpits of the mecha opened, revealing the human pilots; The Coega Brothers.

Spoiler: ENTER

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"Stolen? You mean you took those from the enemy?"​

"That's right. In fact, we ain't the only ones either. Any o' you seen a guy with a cape and pointed sunglasses?" The pilot of the Monkey mecha said, shaping the sunglasses with his hands.​

He either got silence or shook heads, signifying that nobody knew.​

"Great..."​

"Who are you two?"​

"Name's Kidd. Kidd Coega." He said, pointing to himself with his thumb.​

"And I'm Iraak Coega. It's a pleasure." Iraak added, politely bowing.​

"So you two're siblings?"​

"You could say that."​

"Soon enough we're gonna have a damn small army..."​

"And that's a problem because...?"​

"Heh...I dunno. Guess I'm just used to only working with you two."​

"Aww, am I sensing a little bit of compassion, Ryoma?"​

"Musashi, if you don't shut it right now, I'll use Getter 3 to squeeze you until your chubby little head pops."​

"Ahh, good ol' Ryoma." Musashi said sarcastically.​

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OOC: All I could post for now. Will get more later.

If I read the rules correctly, we're allowed three reserves per day, correct? If so, I'll make three right now:

Mega Man X
Axl
Vile

As you can probably tell, I like me some Megamanz. Also, if any of these three are taken, just let me know. I checked the lists on the front page and didn't see them, but still. I don't wanna go and just jack somebody's character.

Hey there, got a quick question for you. I was beginning to do Setsuna's Cove theme, when DT told me that the song you chose wasn't his actual...

Sorry, brah, wish I could teleport you home or somethin'.

Still, it's not like we need your post OMG RITE NAO OR WE'RE ALL GUNNA DIIIIEEEE

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~Hogwarts - Entrance~​

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Patroklos didn't think that stopping to get food was the smartest idea...Though he was quite hungry...Maybe just a quick bite to eat to keep their energy up would be good.​

"I suppose some food would be good...It isn't a good idea to fight on an empty stomach, after all."​

It was then that Sakura mentioned the food being cooked by her, and whether or not Patroklos would mind.​

"I don't mind at all, Sakura. I'm sure you're a splendid cook." He said with a smile.​

Patroklos and Sakura began to make their way towards the castle, but...​

"So you still haven't died yet girl, to what business do you have among this castle?"
Patroklos heard this voice behind him. He drew his blade and turned, aiming it at the voice.
"State your name, or be struck down by the blade of Justice!"
Patroklos stood tall before the the other man, ready to protect Sakura as he would his own sister.

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~Haven City~​

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Gold, still freezing cold, thought a break was absolutely perfect...He needed one.
"S-Sure...I could g-go for a break...T-Typhlosion, you warmed up yet?" Gold asked his Pokémon.
Typhlosion walked up to Gold, looking much better, it's flames much larger and warmer.
It nodded at Gold.
"Do you mind warming me up a bit?"
"Ty!"
Instead of doing the sensible thing and give Gold the cape, Typhlosion set his trainer ablaze with Flamethrower, leaving Gold covered in smoke and ash when he stopped.
"...Thanks...*cough*"
Gold yanked Lance's cape from Typhlosion and gave it back to Lance.
"Here you go. Thanks for letting me borrow it."
"It's the least I can do." Lance said as he put his cape back on, noticing how hot it was.
Blue nodded to Red when he mentioned finishing their battle.
"You got it. And when it happens, it'll be our best yet! One that even Gramps would be impressed by!"
Nate smiled confidently when N agreed to help them for the time being.
"Good enough! Now let's track down Team Rocket-"
"What the hell are you doing over here!?"

Spoiler

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As everyone rejoiced over their victory, Torn had tracked them down, riding in a stolen Hellcat Cruiser.​

"I could hear all this from the hideout across town! What were-" Torn stopped, looking around at the area around them as he landed the Hellcat and exited it.​

There were splotches of frozen metal ground from Articuno's attacks, along with KO'd Krimzon Guards.​

The most apparent thing was the large black dragon, Zekrom.​

"Someone care to explain?"​

Lance approached Torn, prepared to explain the situation.​

"When we arrived here, we found those responsible for the illegal Dark Eco shipments. They were a group of criminals called Team Rocket. The other Pokémon Trainers and I all worked together to hold them back, and we almost succeeded, but..."​

"But what?"​

"Just as Team Rocket was about to be defeated, they had gotten backup from another criminal organization called Team Plasma, who had a Legendary Pokémon under their control. That Pokémon is responsible for the frozen pieces of ground here."​

"Team Rocket...I've heard of those bastards. Some of their...Pokémon things recently took out a couple of my best men. But Team Plasma...That's a name I haven't heard before."​

Nate stepped up to explain this part.​

"Team Plasma's another group of criminals who go around and steal Pokémon for their own evil deeds...But what exactly those plans are is still a mystery. But that's what we're planning to find out."​

"I see. Well then that's your next mission from me. All Pokémon trainers're gonna work on taking down Team Plasma and Team Rocket."​

Before continuing, Torn turned back towards the Hellcat cruiser, where he reached inside the glove compartment to grab something.​

"Since we're probably gonna be separated for a while, I suppose you guys should take one of these with you."​

Torn said, handing a camera-like device to Nate.​

"What is it?" Nate said, looking all around the device.​

"It's a video communicator. We can use it to communicate anywhere within the city's walls. I'd suggest giving that to whoever you consider your 'team leader'."​

"In that case..."​

Nate walked over to Lance.​

"I'd say this belongs to you, Leader of Team Haven."​

Lance took the video communicator, somewhat surprised.​

"Me? You think of me as your leader? No...I think the title should be shared."​

Lance looked to Sinnoh's champion, Cynthia.​

"Care to join me, Champion Cynthia?" Lance asked​

While the Pokémon trainers worked out their team leaders, Torn gathered the non Pokémon trainers (Nathan Drake, Captain Qwark, Meta Knight and Shizo), but noticed there was someone missing.​

"Hey...Where's the cat thing and his robot?"​

"You mean Ratchet and Clank? Well, they said they were going to join the tournament that was going on today."​

Qwark looked at the arena.​

"Y'know...There's a distinct lack of cheering and screams of death coming from that building. Let's go check on them shall we-"​

As Qwark was about to head inside, Torn's own communicator activated.​

It hovered over to Torn and his group from inside the Hellcat before projecting an image. They were met with the face of-​

"Baron Praxis!?"​

"Surprised? Anyway, you may have noticed a couple of absences in your little posse. Care to show them, Nefarious?"​

The image panned over to the robotic form of Doctor Nefarious. (ooc: that's not a link, it's just the same color as one)​

"With pleasure, Baron!"​

Nefarious took his own video communicator over to a darkened part of whatever secluded room they were in, before turning on the lights, revealing Ratchet chained to a chair, Clank sitting next to him deactivated. There were rows of prison cells behind them.​

Ratchet looked at the camera, obviously angered.​

"Go on, Squishy! Tell them how you walked right into our hands!"​

"The Arena...It was a trap. The moment I stepped into the fighting grounds, I was ambushed by a big Russian guy in red with a minigun and brought here. Qwark, you have to-"​

"Wait, wait, hold on a minute...Did you say Qwark? That buffoon is here too!?"​

"Calm yourself, Nefarious. It doesn't mean anything that he's here too. They're down four already." said the Baron's voice from off-screen.​

"Four? But Ratchet and Clank are just two-Wait a minute!"​

"Ding! Mr. Treasure Hunter guessed it."​

The Baron took the camera, moving it to another darkened area where he turned on the lights, revealing Jak and Daxter, tied to chairs of their own. Behind them, more rows of prison cells could be seen.​

"Your turn, Dark Eco freak!"​

"When I was dropped off at the bar, a guy named Giovanni was in there. He claimed to be the leader of some organization called Team Rocket. He used some...creature to knock me and Daxter out. I think he called it Mewtwo..."​

Lance's eyes widened.​

"So we just...Dropped him into a trap!?"​

"Exactly."​

Baron Praxis turned the camera around, showing his and Dr. Nefarious's faces.​

"Let this be a warning to you all; To go against me is to meet certain death. Think twice before defying me again."​

The feed was cut.​

"Damn them...This isn't good."​

"Should we assist you?"​

"No, your mission stands; Deal with Team Rocket and Team Plasma."​

"...As you wish, Torn."​

"Anyone who's not a Pokémon trainer, you're comin' with me. We're gonna break them outta there."​

"You got it! And then we're gonna send Nefarious back into the depths of space!"​

"...Yeah, sure...That too."​

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OOC: I'll set up the non-trainer's missions next post.

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~Reaper Excavation Site~​

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Shadow hovered down from SKL's shoulder.​

He looked around as the Reapers dug further into the ground.​

"What are they looking for?" Shadow mumbled to himself.​

Meanwhile, inside Getter Robo, the three pilots disabled the external speakers as they discussed future plans.
"So what do you guys think? Do we have a big enough force now to take on these Reaper things?"
"Maybe. We'd have to get an accurate reading of a Reaper's strengths and defenses first."
"I think we need to get ourselves a base of operations first. Opinions?"
"Agreed."
"Same here. Worst-case scenario we'll have to build one or steal one ourselves."
"Heh. Sounds good to me. I could go for a little action."

HeartlessOfLight- Founder of F.W.E.E.P.