"Can we eat something before we got to the gym?" Bianca asked, letting her Snivy slide into her jacket pocket. The three of us were entering Nimbasa from the south entrance. The sun was slowly rising. We'd spent the entire night training at the Desert Resort.
"Of course not!" Kenya insisted. "We don't have time to waste!" We crossed the street, I noticed a few strangely dressed people making their way down the sidewalk. They were wearing grey and white outfits.
"Who are those people?" I asked. Kenya and Bianca looked over at them. The people approached a man walking his bike.
"Hey!" One of the strangely dressed people yelled. "You have a pokemon?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Do you use it to battle over trainers?"
"I guess so. My Lilligant isn't much of a fighter."
"But you make it fight?" The strangely dressed woman grabbed the biker by his shirt. The biker dropped his bike. "You should let your pokemon go! Stop torturing it!" The other strangely dressed people circled the biker.
"What's going on?" Kenya started toward the group.
"Stop that!" Cheren appeared on the other side of the group. "Get away from him!" His Dewott was walking beside him. Cheren pushed through the group and pulled the biker away.
"Who do you think you are?" One of the strangely dressed people yelled. "You want to fight?"
"Lets back Cheren up," I start jogging over to them.
"You're Team Plasma, right?" Cheren asked. "I'll gladly battle you, Dewott!" Dewott brandished its shells, stepping between Cheren and the team plasma members.
"Are you crazy?" The team plasma members panicked, backing up. "We don't have pokemon like you!" I stopped a few feet behind them, Kenya was following behind me.
"Oh, right." Cheren waved Dewott off. "I guess I'll fight you all myself."
"Please don't hurt my associates." A new person approached from across the street. He wore a thick purple coat. "I'll do battle with you."
"You're with them?" Cheren asked, turning to the new man.
"I am Zinzolin. I am one of the seven leaders of Team Plasma." Zinzolin held a whistle to his mouth and blew it. A Beeheeyem appeared out of thin air, floating above Zinzolin. "Would you like to battle today?" The Beeheeyem made a strange sound and vanished. "I suppose that's a no." Cheren scoffed.
"You're a joke, the whole lot of you." Cheren noticed me standing behind the Plasma members.
"Come, my allies," Zinzolin said. "Let us make a strategic retreat." They all ran away, disappearing around the street corner.
"What a bunch of weirdos," Kenya laughed. Cheren nodded at me and walked over to us.
"I thought Bianca was with you."
"She is." I turned around. Bianca was further down the street, talking to a middle-aged man.
"Hey, who is that?" Kenya asked. I recognized him.
"Bianca's dad."
