Quiet is the night, with beautiful sands and villas coming out onto the water. It is a fresh housing development in Slateport made by the famed Scott. High class, only people who attempted the Battle Frontier were allowed to purchase tickets and be inside the complex. Every time a challenger manages to face a Frontier Brain they are given one week tickets, if they beat them they get a month and prices are halved. The concessions were expensive, the food, the clothes. Needless to say I'm surrounded by the powerful and rich, however this is the only place I knew where he'd be at.
I myself am dressed nice in preppy contrasts of blue shirt with a yellow sweater, black board shorts. I was waiting for the guards to notice I didn't have my pokeballs on my belt, but I just waltzed right on pass the patrol. My Roselia, shined up and sprayed with sweet scents, is right next me and was when I passed the earlier guards. We walk on the boardwalk, now we're above water. At the end of the docks is a bungalow with a party going on. All of the others were empty, looks like the fun is on.
Some more guards walk on by me and Roselia, they give no indication for stopping me. I smile, I've been doing this kind of thing for years. Good to put it to my own use this time. Still it is amusing how they don't even suspect me, but even foreigners are common in these types of people. Having a native pokemon helps too. I come up to the building, no guards on these doors, and head on in. Inside is loud, among the two stories are about 200 people dancing. Some have their pokemon out; I spot a woman, or rather girl, with a Seviper around her neck. It's a strange snake from the one I'm used to seeing. One man's practicing punches with a Hariyama, a group of women ogling around the scene. There is a little table with drinks and snacks on it, I walk over and hand Roselia a cheese cube and put her on my shoulder to sit. Didn't want to let her get stepped on. The lights are flashing all sorts of colors and silhouettes of foreign, to my eyes, pokemon on the wall. I recognized one from the myths, it was just a black coil but it was that head that set it apart. Rayquaza, the beast and the legend. Last time it was spotted was 12 years ago, when it is told it came down from the sky to stop the forces of land and sea, Groudon and Kyogre. Those two are known, that is fact, but I doubt Rayquaza stopped the two. There isn't any direct report that Rayquaza stopped the two, only that someone said "someone said" type stuff. Much like the legend of my town.
I grab something that looks like meat and pop it in my mouth, looking for him. An man, old with crazy glasses, is said to be the chairman of the association in Hoenn. Always traveling by sea, making sure there aren't any more of those aqua thugs still running around. The man is also aristocratic, hates talking to the "normal trainers" but loves those who represent his work. There is one reason I need him, a master ball. Still considered a myth; I, however, know the truth, high government officials always have one. I look around a bit more, and see a shorter man with glasses. Must be him! I stand next to him; he's watching a man, almost a boy, as he's swinging from the top of a Ludicolo like an animal riding machine. The man falls down but hangs onto the stem in the middle of the crown. Back and forth the sombrero pokemon goes and flops around the trainer on top. But then he turns, and his back hits the top instead of his stomach. Immediately he flies towards me and the chairman; he hits the chairman dead on. Now's my chance!
"You want to help me? Get the boy I'll get the old man." A man a bit bigger than me carries the trainer off, I lift the old man and drape his arm over my shoulder, using the Roselia as help for his other arm. I feel his head and act as if it's hot, saying that he needs cool night air. Of course the air here isn't too cool, but it suits the people fine enough as a distraction. I take him down some stairs out on the deck facing the water, only the low tide sand below the deck. I lean him against the balcony and put my arm; I reach inside his right pocket and feel around. Some papers, naught else. I put my left arm around his body, the old dude's practically asleep. No balls in that pocket either. I pulled him away and went between his short body and the railing, staring him down. I feel my hand down his chest, the guy's wearing a three piece suit he must have pockets here. Crap, there's no balls on him. Is the Master Ball just another myth?
*Snap* "Haha, this one's going in my compilation. The chairman, gay? Wicked." Another trainer just took a picture of me caressing the chairman, my stunned face completely forgot to react as he goes back to talking to a group of other trainers. I can't let him send that picture out. I drop the chairman back on a lounge chair and run back up the stairs to him. He's talking to friends when I poke him on the shoulder. "Woah, big guy. Couldn't tell next to him."
"You mind deleting those pictures?" I don't try to look too mean towards him, I doubt I'd be able to win in a straight battle to be honest. It wouldn't be just him if we fought, the other's would join in as well. Top tier trainers gathering with no area for a battle, it's a recipe for destruction.
"Uhh, why?" The dude just kind of scratches his head, I don't think he's being rhetorical.
"Well if a thing like that got out, it would ruin the chairman's career you see," I start up some more bullshit, "I mean, right after he divor-"
"Hey wait don't I know you from somewhere?" I'm interrupted by a girl with a pretty nasty sunburn.
"No you don't," I talk back.
"Yeah I do, you're the dude who was on tv yesterday. You were hitting on women with some foreign Pokemon." Shit.
"Wait what," the trainer with the picture turns to me," you're lying to me? I managed to get halfway through the Battle Pike, alright?" He's now getting in my face.
"Yeah, yeah man." I back down the stairs, my hands above me while they say this stuff.
"Don't you 'yeah yeah' me!" he comes down the stairs, the group behind him start grabbing their Pokeballs too. Inside them I see many too strong to fight. I tap the railing a couple times.
"Hey listen I just wanted that picture go-"
"I'm gonna post it on my god damn page, I'm renowned in almost all of southern Hoenn. That picture will be everywhere." His face is literally pushing mine back, I can see the popped pimples on his face and the line of where his bleached hair starts. I fall backwards into the water below.
"Oh, shit what did you do Casey?" The sound of a release goes through the outside air.
They all look over, and don't see me. I'm already riding Tauros, Roselia on my shoulder, through the wooden supports of the resort. I hear a couple more releases behind me and some shouts to get me. The night is quiet, the wind is cool, and I'm escaping.