Chapter 25: A trade of disharmonious words

The inside of the cave was warm and rocky, toned with the rich colors of earth. The floor of the cavern was sandy, the boulders were banded with rings of tans and reddish browns. Since the cave was rather small, there was no water dripping from the roof. Inside, staring at a roughly hewn mural at the back wall of the grotto were two individuals one was a platinum blonde woman, the other was a steel gray haired man. The duo inspected the fresco depicted on the rough canvas; it showed three pokemon in a triangle formation with a ball of light in the center. Reaching up, Cynthia traced her slim finger along the jagged drawings and a fine layer of dust caked her fore finger as she ran it down the ancient lines. Next to her Steven seemed deep in thought. Behind the duo were their pokemon, garchomp sat down next one of the large rocks and trained sharp eyes on its trainer whilst metagross was levitating in the air and to the irritation of the land shark, releasing a humming noise and flitting about in the cavern endlessly. The shark angled its head to the psychic type and wondered if a good chomp to its face would calm it down. He could pick up his master's anxiety at the bothersome piece of metal.

"Steven" the Sinnoh champion called out, "what can you decipher from this engraving?"

The young male paused before answering, his eyes deep in contemplation.

"I think it depicts the lake guardians of Sinnoh, the center ball of light might be either Dialga, Palkia or Giratina and the pokemon surrounding it are Uxie, Mesprit and Azelf..." he trailed off when his superior glared at him. His metagross was acting crazy and he wondered what got his sensitive pokemon so riled up, was it perhaps responding to a hostile presence?

"You heard this folklore from my grandmother didn't you?" Cynthia accused.

"...Yes ma'am..." he sheepishly looked away and flushed, the woman sighed.

"Since olden times, everyone has been told that this image in the cave is depicted by the lake trio surrounding either the temporal, spatial or renegade pokemon. However, if you turn the thinking on its head and approach it from another point of view...You will be able to realize that this mural depicts the creation of the universe. Say for instance the pokemon surrounding the ball of light is not Uxie, Mesprit and Azelf, but Dialga, Palkia and Giratina, the original creation trio...then that means the large light in the center has to depict something else...Something more powerful than them. The alpha pokemon, Arceus." she scrutinized the art again and continued expanding her theory, "I am led to believe that long time ago, the creation trio made frequent appearances in the human world...Their presence must have both awed and terrified our ancestors and so they created this fresco and recorded their appearances in rock art and monuments. Arceus has probably never shown himself therefore his form is merely portrayed as an orb of light."

"I don't think that's true Cynthia"

"Pardon me?" her tone was inquisitive.

"I think Arceus did come down to the Poke-verse...There are remnants of him everywhere." He twisted one of his thicker rings off, instead of having a jewel, this ornament sported an iron-esque mineral in the center, he held it out to Cynthia and pointed to the embedded piece. "This is a shard of an iron plate. I first found this in Iron Island here in Sinnoh and when I kept it with me, I realized that it raised my steel type pokemon's power. Fascinated, I studied this extensively and found that it was comprised of a material not found anywhere on our Poke-earth. Finally I traced its origins and found out that pieces like these are scattered everywhere, not just this iron plate, but plates of all seventeen types. This painting Ms. Cynthia...What if it's a record of a colossal war between the three creation pokemon and somehow Arceus came down to quell the three? It will make sense if people at that time could not lay eyes on it. It must have been surrounded by great power and aura, during the fight, the alpha pokemon's plates must have been heavily damaged and so pieces of it rained down on the regions...Metagross, stop swinging around and return to me!" Steven was fed up with the way his partner was acting, normally, the steel type was composed.

As soon as the master placed a hand on his beast he was assaulted with an intense wave of psychic energy.

"Is there something wrong?" The blonde lady questioned on seeing Steven pale a bit.

"Someone with a terrifying power visited this place recently...Metagross picked up insidious electromagnetic signals littered all over the rocks and the entire cavern...Hence its peculiar behavior. Whoever this person was, he had strong negative emotions as well." The champion gritted his teeth and recalled his pokemon in a capsule.

"Are you going to let some sinister premonition by your pokemon weaken you? I still did not forget how you let the dark stone be stolen from your grasp Steven" Cynthia harshly admonished, "or did you neglect to train once you attained your champion's position? Is that it?"

"No I..."

"I will not listen to any excuses" the female champion cut into Steven's mutterings, tossing her golden mane back she exited the cave with her underling in a tow, "we will be going to Route two hundred and fourteen to train."

"Why all the way there? I mean there are other routes we can train in." The Hoenn native pointed out.

"True." she agreed, "have you seen the impact craters around the route and near Veilstone?" The man nodded, "that is where my grandmother used to practice her Draco meter, I was also taught the same move there and it is a good place to train. The area is clear of trainers therefore we can go all out!" The steel haired male noted how she burned with passion. Resolving to polish his skills as well, the duo exited the cave.

Mid-afternoon

Johto

Mahogany Town

Crystal and Yellow were leafing through some clothing catalogues when Emerald burst into the room. Alarmed, the two girls looked up to see the blonde waving a screwdriver and attacking his specially made seat. As he adjusted it, the boy complained bitterly about his underdeveloped stature, cursing Sapphire and Ruby who were the same age. Done with fixing the chair, he tossed the tool to one side and sat on it, yanking a lever, he shot up in the air, in level with the table and started frantically typing on the keyboard.

"This looks cute doesn't it?" done with watching Emerald and his antics, Yellow pointed to a summer hat and Crystal grinned in agreement, if White was here, the three of them would spend their free time gossiping, comparing outfits or swapping stories of their required work. At times, when Green was away from the common room, Gold would barge in with Silver or his lackey in a tow and the indigo haired female would get irritated. The boys mostly came in to comment on how the girls would look in different outfits, except Silver of course, he would walk up to the shelves, extract a book and start reading, or join Rald who'd give him tips on computer and camera hacking. Despite her scathing, Crys really enjoyed the time they all spent together. Strategy team members hardly got any free time, so when a holiday did roll around, it was coveted.

"I think it would really suit you senior and this dress as well, don't you agree?" The two giggled and flipped pages, eyes roaming over the several brands and items of make-up shown on the glossy folds. The catalogue was promptly shut by the Viridian native once she eyed the price, huffing, she put it down and picked up a novel instead.

"Some coffee and biscuits would be nice, actually I don't really want to stay here anymore" The blonde female sighed, "both senior Blue and Green are busy and Red...is busy as well." she concluded and hastily got up. "Crystal, let's make some coffee and hang out in Constellate's room, I'll see if Ruby will put on a contest for us, if not we'll read books...do you want to come with?"

"Yes please!" the taller junior jumped at the suggestion, "Gold asked me to spend some time with him and I don't want to! All he does now days is brag about how good of a job he is doing with Lack-2"

Yellow giggled, "He and Silver are fond of you."

"We are friends senior" Crys intoned and smiled, "...they mean the world to me." All of a sudden the topic turned to Red and Yellow found herself being teased by her co-worker, her furious blushing ceased when Green walked into the room.

"Can't find Red" he mumbled under his breath and glared at the opposite wall.

"If you are looking for Red, he just left the base almost an hour ago, Gold told me." The spiky haired brunette turned his attention to Crystal and after some interrogation, he ran out of the room. His underlings watched him go with visible concern on their faces

Green Oak was angry, seems like his best friend's habit of leaving the base without notice had not disappeared, he briefly tried to recall when this odd addiction of his started...Somewhere after the Deoxys fiasco? Or was it much earlier than that? Lost in his ponderings, he did not see where he was going and thus bumped into someone. Snapping back to reality he saw it was Blue, without as much as an apology, he worded out a request.

"I want you to go after Red; he's flying towards Kanto as we speak."

The woman was a bit distressed.

"Is he in some sort of trouble?" her cyan irises widened.

"No, just go after him."

"You...You want me to spy on him?" the brown haired commander gaped in shock, "Green what's wrong with you?"

"Just do as I say...And I expect a full report. I'm simply worried about him." Shaking her head and casting another furious glance at her best friend, she tugged her hat on her luxurious locks and left the area. For his part, the acting professor slumped against the walls.

Late afternoon

Kanto

Cerulean City, Cerulean Cape.

He really did not know why he came here, perhaps it was the view...Or perhaps it was something else. Quelling the growing trepidation in his chest, he leaned on the fence with one hand fisted underneath his chin and gazed out to the endless sea. The breeze ruffled his bangs and surrounding him were couples, some taking commemorative photos, others declaring their love for each other. Funnily enough, he was the only one here who was alone...Apart from the children. Exhaling, his blood tinted irises looked up to the giant ball of fire in the sky, it was slowly dipping downwards, it's rays extending, colors shifting from harsh yellow sunlight to the diluted orange and pink streaks. For some reason, he loved watching the sunsets here. Maybe he should drag Blue and Green and Gold here one day. Yellow too, the young woman would appreciate the lovely scenery, he thought and grinned to himself, unbeknownst to him, another individual was peering at him from afar through a pair of binoculars. Red stayed at the cape till the sun sunk halfway through the ocean, painting the surface of the water into various shades of orange red. Sighing, he thrust his hand inside his pocket and brought a pokeball out.

This sphere was the cause of his insecurities.

Thrusting the capsule back in his pocket, he ambled his way back into the city. Evening had fallen and the street lamps were being lit. Red didn't take the gondolas across the channeled city; he preferred walking along the worn cobblestoned streets instead. Keeping his head low, lest anyone recognizes him, he walked past houses, shop fronts and stalls, his pace decreased considerably as he slowly made his way in front of the gym. A few meters after it, he halted and Blue, who was doing an expert job of tailing him, frowned. Her ebony haired friend backtracked and was now standing in front of the battling facility. Sitting at a cafe table, she stiffened and watched him like a hawk, a crowd of teenagers ran past, cutting her view of Red off, when they departed, he was nowhere to be seen. Blue watched as the Cerulean gym doors slid shut.

This is not going to bode well for him...What was he even doing going in there alone? She unhappily mused, Green was going to be livid, he was already wary of Red's motives and now it seems his suspicions had just come true. A soft groan of misery escaped her lips. Getting up from the cafe table, she left a tip and decided to return back to Johto.

Red stepped into the gym and halted, this place brought back fond memories of when he was an ego inflated brat. He remembered how Misty had lectured him on becoming more serious about his goals and he had simply brushed her lecture aside like it was nothing. Only after a harrowing battle did he realize that the girl before him was not joking. Since then, the interior had been changed, instead of a long walkway suspended over the water with trainers placed at strategic points, the central pool was zigzagged with a maze and in the center, a huge platform was raised, no doubt the leader's arena. Briefly craning his neck, he caught no glimpse of Misty, only the lights overhead were reflected on the dais. Tugging on the peak cap, he approached one of the trainers and asked for the gym leader.

"You need to go through all of us before meeting her~" the swim suited girl winked and tossed her hair in a flirtatious manner, he simply blinked.

"It's an emergency, I need to give her something." he insisted.

"Oh please! Half of the dudes who walk in here say the same thing; I'm not falling for your tricks."

"..."

"...Keeping silent won't change a thing tough guy." Ignoring her, he started walking away and searching for a door leading to the deeper levels of the gym, there must be one, the last time he came here...There! He sprinted across the polished white tiles to the door and the trainers all dived for him, of course since his behavior was not exemplary. A huge din rose and echoed around the space as the door he was aiming for suddenly slid open and he skidded to a stop before crashing into the person he was looking for.

"What's with all the noi...se?" her words trailed off as she looked at him, confusion morphed into fury as she grabbed him by the wrist and almost threw him into the inner chamber. "Carry on with what you are doing" the tomboyish mermaid commanded and the metallic door clicked shut.

"Hello" Red didn't know what to say; maybe coming here was a bad idea after all. He could practically see the rage evaporating from her body.

"I'm surprised you even showed your face in here Red." she managed to relay in a calm voice, "where...Is my Gyara? Return him to me NOW!"

Never mind, she wasn't the one to hold her temper in anyway. Fixing his cap, he turned towards her and tried not to flinch from the glare she was sending his way. Pulling out a pokeball, he tentatively reached for her hand, thank Arceus she didn't pull it away or worse, smack him, and placed the capsule in her palm. Misty's scrunched up face smoothed out and her eyes registered bewilderment. Nevertheless she brought the ball closer to her and peeked into it through the clear covering.

A krabby was waving it's pincers at her.

"..."

"..."

"I want my Gyara Red, now! Or I'm calling the police, don't test me."

"Thanks for not reporting me-"

"Hold your breath, I'm going to do that right if you don't give me my pokemon back!" she screamed and Pika wriggled out from behind Red and leapt on to her shoulder. It squeaked.

"He likes you." the trainer pointed out and observed how the gym leader viewed him with incensed eyes. She pulled out another pokeball and jumped several feet backwards, pikachu balanced precariously. Her stance showed that she wanted to battle with him. A sardonic grin smile graced his lips.

"Battling me won't end well for you Misty," he saw her wince. "There are very, very few people who can best me in battle and two of them are on my side."

"Seems like the cocky but likeable brat just evolved into an arrogant moron who thinks nothing of stealing other people's pokemon...Do you want Suicune as well? Go ahead, knock me out and take him. I'm sure your friends will commend you on a job well done. Go on." she taunted, holding back angry tears.

"I trained my krabby for you since I want to keep your Gyarados; it...reminds me of you." He pulled the cap lower and looked away."

"First of all, your krabby can't surf and no matter how you look at it, my gyarados is far, far better than your pathetic river crab. And don't lie, you didn't train it."

"How did you know?" he gaped comically and Misty couldn't help but throw a dry chuckle, Pika hopped on her head.

"Simple, it looks bored, see?" she released the water type and it clicked its scarlet pincers. "Look at its eyes, they are dull and listless."

"Reminds me of myself..." Red commented and squatted next to krabby, reaching a finger out, he poked one of the eyes and the crab's pincer clasped shut on the finger. Letting out an ear piercing wail, he dragged his appendage out of the teeth lined claw and inspected it. Blood dripped on to the floor and the skin hung in loose folds. The female handed him a wad of tissue and he cradled his half severed finger in the white folds.

"Ouch, that hurts." he groaned.

"Serves you right for what you are doing...Red-"

"I won't listen to anything you tell me. I'm sorry. And I..." he swallowed his words.

"If you have something to say, spit it out, or get out of the gym. I've got challengers, not to mention you being here is gnawing on my conscious." Misty crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.

"Please take care of my krabby. I promise to take good care of Gyara, I won't come here again so rest assured." He smiled bitterly, "Uh...I'll leave now."

Getting up from his squatting position, he held his arms out and Pika jumped into them, as he was leaving, Misty called out again:

"Let's meet again Red...Under better circumstances." Not replying, he simply looked back and smiled.

Night

Johto

Mahogany Town.

"Oh man, is it this late already?" muttering to himself, Red eased off Aero and recalled the grey dragon, entering the shop; he greeted the occupants and made his way downstairs. His stomach growled and it reminded him of Diamond, pushing the morbid contemplations aside, he navigated through the stark corridors and debated whether if he should go to Execution's room and cook something up, or go directly to the common kitchen and hunt in the fridge for some eatables. Deciding to do the latter, he went to the spacious kitchen and stuck his head inside the fridge. There some poffins, sandwiches and other leftovers, shrugging, he took them all out, handed the poffins to Pika and began eating. Shoving the last bits of food into his mouth he sat there like a zombie and stared at the clock hanging on the wall.

"...Not like she'll care if I told her anyway..." he pushed the ball of pessimistic feelings down. "I could do with some cheering up...Green should be awake at this hour." Licking his lips, he made his way to Strategy's room with the intention of having a nice long chat with him or Yellow, if she was around. He stepped into the dimly lit room and grinned when the spiky haired brunette turned to look at him.

"Yo!" he greeted.

"Where were you?" The commander didn't bother keeping the venom out of his voice, with any luck; his best friend would be too dumb to notice.

"I went outside for a breath of fresh air, staying cooped up in here is bad for mental health you know." the black haired adolescent quipped back.

"...Yes I understand, but, where were you?" Legs crossed over each other and eyes glittering viciously, Green Oak presented a foreboding sight.

"Um...I was at Cerulean cape, enjoying the sunset."

"The entire time?"

"Yeah...Is it wrong for me to breathe?" Red scowled, what's gotten into his comrade, why was he so interested in his affairs?

"Don't lie to me" the man got up from his chair and approached Red, "you were at Misty's gym."

"Whoa! How… did you..."

It took a while for the implications of the accusation to set in, the red eyed adolescent backed up against the wall as his friend bore down on him.

"You...Were spying on me?" The ugly realization of his companion's actions made is stomach turn and he found himself shouting in disbelief, "YOU WERE SPYING ON ME! HOW COULD YOU GREEN?!"

"And I had every right to!" the jade eyed trainer spat back, he gripped his co-worker's jacket collar and shoved him against the wall, "you moron, do you know how much danger you are exposing us to by going there? Most of the time when I'm looking for you, I'm informed that you are out of base, so yes...I did spy on you and your actions Red, are putting all of us in danger, including yourself."

With a little bit of difficulty, Red shoved Green off him and glared, "If you asked, I would've gladly told you where I was going you domineering dictator!" he shrieked angrily.

"Hmpf, I just did and you lied to me. I feel great Red, knowing I asked you out of concern for your safety and the first thing coming out of your mouth was a big fat lie. Must be great to be without a family right? No one to nag after you and other people's opinions don't matter to you right? From what I heard, you drifted from one family to another till you were old enough to live on your own in Pallet town. Once you left, you didn't even visit Grandpa once..." his breathing was labored all the blood was surging to his head, "if I wasn't being the dictator around here, you and your merry gang would all be rotting in jail, you irresponsible JERK!"

"Hell, that still doesn't justify why you went and spied on me!"

"What about me? Does lying to your best friend come that easily to you? Your excuses simply rolled off your tongue." The last line was too much, not caring where he hit, Red simply raised a fist and punched Green in the face, the male staggered back, shock marring his face as he clutched his throbbing cheek. Crimson eyes regarded him with disgust and he, being the better one of the two in terms of hand to hand combat, shrugged off his lab coat and smashed his palm into his friend's face. A queer sort of satisfaction surfaced when the man's nose dripped blood. Howling, he was tackled to the floor, a well-aimed kick from his part sent Red crashing into the opposite wall, one of the framed portraits swung unsteadily and fell to the floor, the glass shattering. The ebony haired male shot up from the ground and tried to hit him again. Accusations and stinging words flew from the duo as they each tried to get the upper hand. Green was violently pushed and his lower back hit the table. Agony shot up his spine and he rolled out of the way, gripped Red's head and forced it down on a closed laptop. Both of them were still fighting when Yellow entered the room and beheld them. Her mind rejected the scene presented before her.

The grip on his head slackened a bit and Red took the opportunity to deliver a sharp chop to the side of Green's neck. The trainer gave off a small noise of pain and retreated. Gathering himself, he whirled around with the intention of kicking the daylights out of his friend when he saw her.

Yellow, her large brown eyes were swinging from one to another. She looked almost ready to cry. Shaking her head she demanded in a calm voice.

"What happened? Why are you two fighting?"

"Ask him!" the duo simultaneously hollered and pointed at each other, she took note of the thick wad of tissue paper wrapped around Red's index finger. His nose was bleeding as well. Her leader on the other hand sported various bruises, one line shaped one was forming on his neck.

A thick silence permeated the room

"I'm going to bed." Red announced and left, the blonde woman reached out for him and after remembering Green, hastily retracted her hand. Strategy's commander exhaled heavily and sat down on an office chair.

"Go after him and tend to his wounds...I think I broke his nose and there's something wrong with his finger." his aide hesitated and he waved her away. She took after Red and met him right as he was swiping the keycard to his bedroom. Giving her a half smile, he invited her in and sat on a chair. Yellow began wiping his wounds and wondering what happened. The situation was awkward, the man in front of her was spacing out and heat was rising in her cheeks.

"Um...Red?"

"Yeah?" his voice seemed faraway.

She took a deep breath and took the plunge, "Why were you and Green fighting? Please tell me the truth."

"...I went to visit Misty to give her something and he went and blew his head off."

"Oh..." Why did something heavy drop into her stomach? A constricting sensation took hold of her. "Sorry about Green, he can be-"

"An arrogant prick at times," Red grinned half-heartedly "I know. If you are done with me, go treat him. Idiot is probably too busy convincing himself that nothing's wrong with him though. Thanks Yellow...I apologize for you having to see all of that." she got up and bowed. He waved and smiled in return. Retracing her steps, she went back to the common room only to find it deserted. Wasting no time, she rapped her knuckles on Green's bedroom door. He grunted something incomprehensible and told her to keep away.

"Open up the door or I'll call Blue!" she threatened and the door flew open to reveal her disgruntled superior, he was in the middle of treating himself.

"I'll be fine," he reassured her for the umpteenth time, "if anything else is wrong with me, I'll let you know tomorrow. Thanks Yellow." Instead of leaving she stood on the threshold, her visage one of conflict.

"Does...Does senior Red...Um" she squirmed and flushed. Why else would he risk incurring Green's wrath by visiting a police officer? Her commander saved her the embarrassment of asking.

"Probably," he droned, "not that the moron is actually aware of his feelings. Good night Yellow. I'm going to sleep." He shut the door after she walked away.

Morning of the same day

Unova

Victory Road

The sun beat down relentlessly as White soared on her vullaby. She had an impeccable aerial view of Victory Road and the pokemon league. Circling, vullaby lowered itself and the brown haired teenager locked her eyes on a figure scaling the rocky slopes. Black, harnessed with a rope around his waist and armed with a rock pick, was climbing. His hat was off, sweat slicked hair sticking to his scalp. Next to him Tula also scampered up the cliffs, Musha floated and Brav screeched, the harsh tones echoing from the rock face. At times, his tedious climb would be punctuated by gleeful shouts when he reached a ledge or entered a small cave. Most of the time, he'd scream out the usual, like he was preparing to do now.

Black inhaled deeply and threw his head back after making sure his grip on the rocky surface was secure. "Yahooo! I'm gonna be the Pokemon league champion and I'm Really, REALLY GONNA WIN!" He cocked his head to the side and listened to the echoes, satisfied with his declaration, he resumed climbing. White flew closer to him and handed him a water bottle.

"Here Black, you can stop climbing now, this cliff is very high!" she fussed, "I don't know why you are doing something as pointless as this and look, both your pokemon and you could get severely dehydrated."

"Don't worry about us Prez" he showed a grin and a thumbs up, "we are doing okay, besides senior Saph told me that an outstanding pokemon trainers train both their mind and body. And I'm busy training my body at the moment. Just keep me posted on what's up ahead, I don't want pokemon scurrying out of the crevices and accidentally falling on my face." Determined, he hammered his rock pick on the cliff face and pulled himself up. His shirt was drenched and stuck to his skin. True to his request, his partner flew upwards and surveyed the area through binoculars, like he predicted, there were lots of little holes and shelters for rock, ground and other types of pokemon to hide into, however, none of them were going towards Black. A lopsided smile tugged on her lips, with him and his team of beasts screeching like that, anyone would take a detour.

Crunch. The steel headed pick buried itself into gravel and Black tried to haul himself up, however, the moment he did so, the equipment was pushed outwards and drops of brown liquid splashed on his hand. He had impaled a graveller by mistake. The hurt pokemon gave a thrust and the pick dislodged. A rock blast hit the scaling teenager and he tethered for dear life. His other hand came loose and with a horrifying screech:

He began to fall.

The world turning upside down.

Extra:

Team Strategy: Deals with the planning and technicalities. Plans out heists and activities. Has the least publicity. Also carries out ground breaking research. Involved with pokemon capturing. Their calling card consists of a lime green chess piece.

Members:

Green Oak: Leader

Yellow: Acts as a secretary to Green

Crystal: Pokemon capturer and in charge of filing and handling data capture data

Emerald: Group technician

Pearl: Strategist and motivator

White: Manages information and keeps the department organized

A/N: I wonder what the readers will think of this chapter? Please drop a line of your thoughts. Heartfelt gratitude to KindleBerry and Reader1019 for following the story. I hope you continue to find it a pleasant read. At Eevee: I should've given the info a long time ago, thanks for reminding me. I started with Green's department (heh). As for the junior professor thing, his Grandpa is also a professor and they share the same surname, Oak. So when referring to them solely by their surnames, they would say Senior Oak and Junior Oak...And Red was making fun of that (Green is not a new professor in this fic, he's already very well known). Did I even make sense? I love Diamond, he's one of my favorite characters. It's still raining cats and dogs, but the mangoes are almost all finished. Speaking of which, my sister got bonked by a mango the other day when she was standing underneath the tree. At Jack54311: Wasn't brilliant Red just...brilliant? At Silver: Heh, my favorite theorist is back. 'N works with Dex or becomes a Dex you hope?' hehehe, I find unown fascinating, I watched the movie when I was a a kid (sort of) and it left a deep impression on me. As for how the world is going to be made...I'm still working on that. And yes, capturing Arceus is going to be hard...does it happen? Thanks for reading