Hugh

Today I met Team Plasma, the old Team Plasma. It happened right after I crossed the dreadful Driftveil Bridge and before I could enter the city of Driftveil. Nate had been talking to two Plasma grunts. One was dressed in the new black uniform, and one was dressed in the old white knights uniform.

I got edgy at first, but I soon realized they were fighting each other, not Nate. Once the black grunt pushed the white grunt to the ground, he scurried away. I think he ran when he saw me with my hand on a belt with a full set of Pokemon. I was going to throw my new Golbat on his head if I had the chance.

The white knight got up and declared that he was OK! I didn't care about that. Once he saw me, he then declared that Team Plasma had split into a group that follows Lord N, who just wants to save Pokemon, and a group that follows Ghetsis, who plans on taking over the world. I didn't care; I still gave him hell about stealing my sister's Purrloin.

Nate tried to tell me he was good and that he didn't follow Ghetsis. I found that hard to believe at first. Even if he wasn't a thief anymore or the one who stole the pokemon from my sis, they were all the same to me.

But I got corrected shortly after. When I stated N was the one who started Team Plasma, the grunt soon informed me that Ghetsis founded the team twenty-eight years ago and that was eight years older than N. And Ghetsis raised and brainwashed N to fulfill his motives. N is free now and his heart lies with Pokemon and their best interests. N would never steal Pokemon away from their trainers.

Talk about a small history lesson about a mob group that I didn't give two shits about.

Then the mother fucker runs away. After his rant, he runs. I wanted to run after him but Nate held me back. I couldn't believe that he believed this nonsense. But he apparently stumbled across the two grunts arguing and that is how he got his information. The white one wanted the black one to join the good Team Plasma and to help bring down Ghetsis.

To me it made sense. A little. Maybe they weren't staging it for Nate. Shortly after that, Nate wanted to go to the house the good Plasma grunts hide out in, and he thought that maybe we could meet the famous N. I thought that was a great idea, because maybe then I could punch N in the face.

Nah, I wouldn't. Especially if N was truly the victim that Ghetsis had made him to be, then it wasn't his fault. I guess. . .

So we went. I feared it was going to be a trap, but Nate assured me that we had each other's back. We met the leader, a man named Rood. He was once one of the Plasma Sages that now served N.

I asked him how he was different. He told me that after their defeat two years ago, they started taking care of pokemon that had been separated from their trainers as a way to atone for their misdeeds.

I insisted they find the pokemon's trainers or set them free. Rood told me they've tried and that the pokemon didn't want to leave. How convenient for them. When I asked him, very stupidly because he made me feel stupid and foolish after I asked, where my sister's Purrloin was, he said there was absolutely no way of knowing and that it was probably still in Ghetsis's service.

That made sense. But I had to ask.

Oh, and their numbers are growing, the good Team Plasma's are. Rood practically asked us to join them in their fight against Ghetsis.

That was a definite NO! For both Nate and I. Rood understood and he even felt threatened by our reactions. He should have felt threatened, and how dare he ask such a stupid thing. Nate and I were in our own league against Team Plasma and Ghetsis. We didn't need to join another one and take orders from some green haired freak!

I'm glad that's all over. We are now bunked up in the pokemon center hotel. This one you have to pay for because it is so nice. Bogus!

We are going to fight Clay tomorrow. I figured once we got back, Rosa would have already given it a shot, but she didn't. She was now sick with a cold, or something. I hope she gets better. I've also noticed she's been acting weird lately. She's being very distant for some reason. Not the usual Rosa.

Maybe it's the cold air, or the cold she has caught.

It will pass.

I'm so excited for tomorrow!