Steven was on a warpath. Nobody get off addressing him with such disregard. He was going to make sure that Kantoian brat was to learn her lesson. He busted into the hotel with a determined look to see Alice, now dressed like she was going on recon, staring him straight in the eye. "You know, where I come from it's impolite for a woman to make eye contact with a man." He spat.
"Well, good thing this isn't Mossdeep, now is it?" She shot back. She was not going to let this steel-hearted jerk demean her. "You should know about the casualtie that was taken because someone forgot about the homefront."
"Let's see this..." Alice lead him to a second room and opens the door to a funeral setup. The casket is open to show Petra, and Shedinja is standing guard. "So, this is the poor soul?"
"Yes, this would be it."
"Oh... It's a Kantoian. No matter than." He turned to leave, but Alice stood in his way.
"I'd like you to understand the importance of this situation, and the fact that if you do not realize this within a month, I will have your balls." Steven just pushed through and dissapeared into the nearby crowd. "I really don't like him." Alice, on one hand should of stayed with her brother, but she had better plans. She was going to find the root of this and make them pay. The first stop would be the owner of the colloseum... well... former owner...
The man was called Duking, and he, like all the rest, were huge bodybuilders. Alice shuddered, she hated that kind of man. Almost as much as Steven. "Listen," She demanded, "I want answers. What are the Shadow Pokemon doing in your tournaments, how did you allow this to happen, and how can you stand by when a person died?"
"Sorry, miss. But my hands are tied."
"I'm sorry, would like me to cut you loose so we can discuss this like sensable people?" Alice offered as she camly reached to where she hid her katana.
"Listen, I have a family, a Plusle, and a Colloseum. I don't have time for games." The man brushed.
"Make that kids... and you said a Plusle?" Alice looked around, "Could I see it?"
". . ."
"Then I'm sorry about bothering your work." She respectifully bowed and left. She knew something was up, nobody resists gloating about their Pokemon. Excepting the Taki's who traditionally take advantage of the fact. In fact, there's an old story:
The master hunter Emphilis Taki faced a more wild-looking Rounin trainer on his first journey to Johto. The trainer summoned a Scyther and spent an eternity going on about it's greatness. In this time, he noticed that one, it was a weak Scyther, two, the balls were hanging off the hilt of his katana, and three, Scyther was his only Pokemon. He summoned a young Moltres to lay waste to the sad creature. "I believe that at this moment I should say 'Atari'."
That night, Alice was out of her traditional dress and into a ninja-like getup. She finished tying her hair up with a black bandana as she went to check on Taki. "What are you dressed for?" He asked, not even looking at any spot that could give a hint of what she was wearing.
"I'm going to avenge Petra." She replied.
"Okay, I'll just be here." He just layed there not budging an inch. Alice sighed and walked off. She kept forgetting about the old "spoon races" he had with Sabrina...
She found the spot where the winners recieved their Pokemon, but a Metagross interrupted her. "Hey, Alice." it rumbled. "You look like you need some help."
"Aren't you..."
"Steven's favorite? Yes, however, I'm intelegent enough to know when my master is incorrect."
"So?" Alice, whatever joy that would come from having a large, living chunk of metal agreeing with her on it's master was lost in impatience. "What are you going to do?"
"Listen, tomarrow, you're supposed to head to Agate Village. This is a retirement place for old trainers. Take that how you will. However, there's a legend there about a Pokemon that can grant any wish you want. Even something that shouldn't happen by nature." With that, the steely behemoth winked (a very disturbing sight), lifted it's legs up, and flew off.
"Right. Where was I before I remembered that I have that stupid animal empathy thing..."
"Well, good thing this isn't Mossdeep, now is it?" She shot back. She was not going to let this steel-hearted jerk demean her. "You should know about the casualtie that was taken because someone forgot about the homefront."
"Let's see this..." Alice lead him to a second room and opens the door to a funeral setup. The casket is open to show Petra, and Shedinja is standing guard. "So, this is the poor soul?"
"Yes, this would be it."
"Oh... It's a Kantoian. No matter than." He turned to leave, but Alice stood in his way.
"I'd like you to understand the importance of this situation, and the fact that if you do not realize this within a month, I will have your balls." Steven just pushed through and dissapeared into the nearby crowd. "I really don't like him." Alice, on one hand should of stayed with her brother, but she had better plans. She was going to find the root of this and make them pay. The first stop would be the owner of the colloseum... well... former owner...
The man was called Duking, and he, like all the rest, were huge bodybuilders. Alice shuddered, she hated that kind of man. Almost as much as Steven. "Listen," She demanded, "I want answers. What are the Shadow Pokemon doing in your tournaments, how did you allow this to happen, and how can you stand by when a person died?"
"Sorry, miss. But my hands are tied."
"I'm sorry, would like me to cut you loose so we can discuss this like sensable people?" Alice offered as she camly reached to where she hid her katana.
"Listen, I have a family, a Plusle, and a Colloseum. I don't have time for games." The man brushed.
"Make that kids... and you said a Plusle?" Alice looked around, "Could I see it?"
". . ."
"Then I'm sorry about bothering your work." She respectifully bowed and left. She knew something was up, nobody resists gloating about their Pokemon. Excepting the Taki's who traditionally take advantage of the fact. In fact, there's an old story:
The master hunter Emphilis Taki faced a more wild-looking Rounin trainer on his first journey to Johto. The trainer summoned a Scyther and spent an eternity going on about it's greatness. In this time, he noticed that one, it was a weak Scyther, two, the balls were hanging off the hilt of his katana, and three, Scyther was his only Pokemon. He summoned a young Moltres to lay waste to the sad creature. "I believe that at this moment I should say 'Atari'."
That night, Alice was out of her traditional dress and into a ninja-like getup. She finished tying her hair up with a black bandana as she went to check on Taki. "What are you dressed for?" He asked, not even looking at any spot that could give a hint of what she was wearing.
"I'm going to avenge Petra." She replied.
"Okay, I'll just be here." He just layed there not budging an inch. Alice sighed and walked off. She kept forgetting about the old "spoon races" he had with Sabrina...
She found the spot where the winners recieved their Pokemon, but a Metagross interrupted her. "Hey, Alice." it rumbled. "You look like you need some help."
"Aren't you..."
"Steven's favorite? Yes, however, I'm intelegent enough to know when my master is incorrect."
"So?" Alice, whatever joy that would come from having a large, living chunk of metal agreeing with her on it's master was lost in impatience. "What are you going to do?"
"Listen, tomarrow, you're supposed to head to Agate Village. This is a retirement place for old trainers. Take that how you will. However, there's a legend there about a Pokemon that can grant any wish you want. Even something that shouldn't happen by nature." With that, the steely behemoth winked (a very disturbing sight), lifted it's legs up, and flew off.
"Right. Where was I before I remembered that I have that stupid animal empathy thing..."