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*Note: There is some mild redhead bashing in this chapter. I don't hate redheads, nor do I like to make fun of them. It's just Calypso's character. Never promote hate.*

Chapter 9: Secrets Revealed and A Third Ally?

I approach the Pokégear cautiously, as I don't recognize the number that's calling me. But, despite the danger, I receive a weird feeling that tells me that I should answer the phone.

"Hello", I say quietly, so the person on the other line has less of a chance to recognize my speech patterns.

"Calypso", an equally quiet voice asks, and I can hear a distinct gravelly tone to the woman's voice that almost sounds familiar. The fact that she knows my name rings alarm bells in my mind.

"How do you know my name", I ask harshly and slowly, my tone warning the woman that I mean serious business.

"I've known you since you were born, Calypso. I don't know if you remember me, but I sure as hell remember you. Even though you were a little kid the last time I saw you, I can tell by the tone of your voice that you haven't changed at all. You've got your mother's sharpness of voice, you know", the mysterious woman relays to me.

"How do you know my mother", I growl threateningly, my tone alarming even Silver, who has been listening to my conversation from the bed. He goes to get up, but I motion for him to sit back down, as I don't need his crap right now.

The woman answers vaguely, "I know everything about you, Calypso. I know about your parents, I know about your insane grandmother, and I know about your escape."

The expression on my face changes from a suspicious scowl to an irate snarl in seconds. I can hear the threat in my voice as I respond slowly,

"Who. The. Hell. Are. You?"

The woman on the other line laughs, startling me completely out of my angry mood.

"Damn, Calypso, you've sure got one hell of a temper! You got that from your mom, too. Yeah, I'd tell you who I am if I knew that this phone line had no chance of being tracked. It's probably not, but I always like to be sure, you know? Anyway, I know you're on your Pokémon journey, like any kid your age should be. When you get to Ecruteak City, go to the Dance Studio. Go to the manager, and ask him for "Platinum". He'll immediately know what you're talking about, and he'll lead you back to the owner's office. I'll seen you then."

Suddenly, the raspy voice, mysteriously vague answers, references to my life, and the location she told me all make sense.

"Wait, don't hang up—", I say hastily, but I am too late, as I hear the phone on the other line click.

"Dammit! Of all things I have to deal with, and now there's this crap", I curse aloud.

"What the hell was that about", Silver asks from across the room.

I cross my arms across my chest. "None of your damn business, Ginger Head Man", I mutter deeply.

He just grunts as usual, and goes back to his drawings.

I sigh as I take a look at the room again. I'm sure that I know whom the woman is, but I don't want to get my hopes up by saying her name. So, I force my mind to focus on something else besides her. I look at the clock, which reads 10:15. Arceus, this place is so boring when you're waiting for something to happen. I look up towards the ceiling, and I notice the barely noticeable security camera in the corner of the room. Suddenly, a horrible thought comes to mind.

"Hey, Ginger Head Man", I ask Silver quietly, and purposely not using his real name.

He looks over at me irritatedly, and his face says, 'What do you want?!'

Despite his reaction, I continue on, "Are you sure that the security cameras don't have audio recording? Because if they do, you, me, and JC are screwed."

He makes an exasperated noise. "Of course they don't, idiot. It's illegal for the police to put audio recorders in public places. The only thing that camera can do is watch our actions. Arceus, you say you have common sense, but yet, you don't even know the basics of thievery and law."

I cross my arms across my chest again, and I reply irately, "Well, excuse me if I haven't had the experience that you've had! Unlike you, I haven't had opportunities to learn about those kinds of things, seeing as I've been locked up in a house for about 75% of my life! I am lucky just to be out in the world right now. It was from my own knowledge that I escaped! So you shut your damn mouth about me, and don't talk about things unless you know the while story, asswipe."

His eyes widen in surprise at my outburst, but he quickly recovers, and once again, goes back to his drawings.

To relieve my boredom, I let out Forest, who has since awoken from his nap earlier.

"Hey, Forest, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just as bored as you are."

"You got any ideas on what to do for an hour and fifteen minutes?"

"Not really. Do you have any thing we can do?"

"No, that's why I asked you. Arceus, I wish there was some kind of game or something that we could play."

"Wait, I thought I saw a weird box in the nightstand drawer of our old room. It kind of looked like checkers. Maybe there's one in this room…?"

"We could check."

"Here, I'll look."

Forest jumps off of my shoulders, and walks over to the bed. To my surprise, he uses Silver's stomach as a launching pad to leap over to the nightstand, like a gymnastic would use a trampoline.

The "oof" noise that Silver makes after Forest jumps on him is the most priceless thing ever. I begin to laugh, and the laughter is so powerful that my stomach starts to hurt.

Silver growls, and says menacingly, "Keep your damn Pokémon on a leash, will you?"

"Nah, I don't think I will", I say as Forest opens the nightstand drawer, and pulls out what is indeed, a game of checkers. He drags it over to where I'm sitting on the floor, and opens the box. Then, to my surprise, he starts setting up the board and the game pieces in the correct stance.

"Hey, Forest, how do you know how to do human stuff like playing checkers? I caught you wild, didn't I?"

"Well, actually, I have had a trainer before you. But that was a long time ago…"

"What happened?"

"I guess since you're my trainer now, I should tell you…"

"You don't have to, but you can if you want to. I don't care. Well, I do care, but—well, you know what I mean."

"Yes, I understand. My former trainer, Quinn, was obsessed with intelligence and power. He was all right when you got to know him, but he was a little… power hungry, you could call it. He just had to win every fight, and he just had to do everything correctly or he would have a nervous breakdown."

"Is he the one who taught you checkers?"

"Yes. He thought that by treating and training Pokémon to learn things that humans do would broaden our horizons, and make us more formidable in battles. It worked, but he was never satisfied. Eventually it escalated to the point where we would win battles, but he would still yell at us for things like not having the correct stance or not putting enough power into our attacks. He was crazy."

"Aw, I'm sorry. What happened after that?"

"Well, he became so obsessed with it that he decided that his current Pokémon weren't good enough to cut it at the Pokémon League. He wanted to raise an entire team from eggs, and from the moment those Pokémon were born, raise them as he had raised us. I don't know if he ever accomplished that goal, but what I do know is that one evening, he took four of his other Pokémon and I out to Route 32, and he released us from our Poké Balls. Without saying a single word, he put the Poké Balls on the ground, and smashed them with his feet. Then, he walked away like nothing had ever happened."

"Man, that must have been horrible! I've dealt with some messed up shit, but I've never faced true rejection before. Sorry that happened to you."

"It's all right. You're a good trainer, so I'm in good hands. Now, I'll let you go first since I know you're going to lose.

"Hey! I am not going to lose! I'll have you know that I played checkers with Gran when I was a kid, and I won about 90% of the time! I'm gonna crush you!"

"We'll see. Ladies first."

So Forest and I play checkers for about 40 minutes, and to my dismay, he won 2 out of the 3 games we played!

"Ugh, how did you do that", I complain, while grumpily grabbing the checker pieces and throwing them back into their box.

"I told you that you would probably lose. You underestimated me."

"Okay, maybe I did, but that doesn't mean I like it."

"… Sigh…"

I hear snickering from the bed, and I know it's Silver probably laughing at me.

"What are you giggling about, Ginger Head Man", I question crankily.

He smirks at my obvious crankiness, and replies, "Well, nothing besides the fact that a Pokémon beat you at checkers. I mean, how dense do you have to be to lose not one, but two games of checkers against a Pokémon?"

My eyes narrow as I glare at him. "For your information, Forest's former trainer taught him to be a super Pokémon genius. He's probably smarter than you and all of your Pokémon combined! And besides, I'm a little rusty since the last time I played checkers before this was seven years ago. If you're so confident that you'd be better, then why don't you play three games of checkers with him? If you win two, I'll grudgingly lie to you, and tell you that you're a better Pokémon trainer. If you win all three, I won't annoy you until 11:30. But if you lose two, you have to admit that I'm the better trainer, and if you lose all three, you have to let me write GINGER HEAD MAN on your forehead, let me take a picture of it, and keep it there until after the whole police incident. Deal?"

Silver's face instantly turns stony, but I can almost see gears in his head processing this challenge. He thinks for a few seconds, and then replies,

"Deal. Move and let someone intelligent play, wimp. Alright, you stupid Bellsprout, let's see how good you really are…"

*Thirty Minutes Later*

I giggle happily as I pull out a Sharpie permanent marker. Then, I turn to Silver, who is still sulking over his losses. I smile insanely as I slowly walk towards him, marker in hand. His metal eyes glare at both the marker and I, and as I walk nearer, he steps back.

"Come on, Silver. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way? A bet is a bet, and you lost all three games. I will write on your forehead even if I break a few bones in the process. Besides, JC told us not to leave this room until 11:30, so you have nowhere to run."

He glares at me for a few more seconds before sighing and slowly walking up to me. As I uncap the marker and start writing, I hear him muttering, "Stupid fucking Bellsprout. How the hell is a fucking Bellsprout able to not only play checkers, but beat a human at it three times in a row?"

With the last line of the message drawn, I step back to admire my work.

"Ah, what a masterpiece", I say airily as I stare at Silver's forehead in pride. Then, I ruffle his flaming hair, and exclaim rather mockingly, "Aww, you're such a good sport about it!"

He immediately steps back away from me, a mildly freaked out expression on his now flushed face.

"Don't touch me", he growls, as he slaps away my outstretched hand.

"Humph, how rude for a guy who just got his ass whooped in checkers three times in a row by a Bellsprout. Fine, but I still need to take a picture of this moment. It'll stay in my photo album forever", I say the last sentence cheerfully, as I take out Gran's stolen camera, and quickly snap a picture with it.

I then look at the clock, and notice the time: 11:25!

"Silver", I say seriously. The mention of his real name quickly catches his attention. I point to the clock, and he nods in agreement.

"We have to destroy the security cameras. Come on, help me dismantle them", Silver says as he starts reaching up to grab a camera.

"Dismantle them? What are you talking about? We have to completely destroy them, Ginger Head Man! We need to make sure that the security footage is completely destroyed, as well", I reason.

"How can we possibly destroy those security cameras without dismantling them? I don't know if you have some kind of acid gun or something, but if you do, you can use it", Silver argues.

"I don't have an acid gun, you dunce, but what I do have is a living, breathing, flamethrower", I explain smartly.

"Wha—Oh, yeah", Silver says as I let Cyndi out of her Poké Ball. I then recall Forest into his Poké Ball, fearing that he might get hurt from the fire.

"Are you two still here? It's really dark outside; Shouldn't you guys be outside in the trees right now", Cyndi asks.

"Yeah, we're working on that. We need your help."

"What for?"

"We need to destroy these security cameras."

"Destroy the entire camera, and make sure the footage is destroyed?"

"Yep."

"Not a problem. Stand back, both of you."

"Stand back", I say to Silver, who hastily does so.

"Quillll", Cyndi says as the flames on her back rise, and a ball of fire grows near her mouth.

"Lavaaa!" Cyndi shoots the fireball at the security cameras, which quickly melt due to the high level of plastic they're made with.

"Nice job, Cyndi, return", I say as I return Cyndi to her Poké Ball.

"Okay, now we need to make a fake trail. Come on, Ginger Head Man", I say as I open the window, and jump out of it. Unfortunately, I land on some leaves, which make a crunching sound underneath my combat boots. Silver swiftly jumps after me, and doesn't land on anything but solid ground.

"Can't you go a few minutes without making any sound", he asks snidely, referring to my landing.

"Unfortunately not, no. I'm dead clumsy, did you hear me break that vase in the hotel room?"

Silver snarls in response, and takes hold of the bottom of my shirt. Pulling out his switchblade, he cuts off a small piece of the hem.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing", I demand, tearing my shirt out his hand. He doesn't respond, but he instead pulls a few of my hairs out.

"Ow! Arceus! Quit manhandling me, jackass—"

Then, to my surprise, he rips out a few of his hairs, too, and then, unleashes his Croconaw.

"Croconaw, use water gun on the ground", Silver says quietly. Croconaw does so, and then Silver returns him.

"What in the name of Arceus are you doing, Ginger Head Man", I ask crossly.

He sends me an annoyed look, and says, "Fake trail, moron. And quit making so much noise! You're going to reveal us!"

"Well, if you had told me what you were doing, maybe I wouldn't have freaked out!"

Silver doesn't directly reply, but I hear him mutter curses under his breath. What an ass.

He starts stringing the hair in tree branches, and he cuts my shirt piece into smaller pieces, and puts them in thorny bushes as we walk. We both also stepped in the mud, and walked towards where the fake trail will end, so it looks like we went up north on Route 32. Then, wiping off our shoes with the paper towels that I stole from Gran (I stole SO much stuff from Gran), we start climbing through the trees, until we are in a tree close to the Pokémon Center, but far enough away to avoid being seen by JP.

When I check my clock, it says 11:55. Suddenly, I get a call from JC.

"Are you guys in position", she asks quietly, "I can hear JP's motorcycle vrooming down the road."

"Yeah, we're in position. Let her come. We'll be ready for anything."

*JC's POV*

I turn off my Poké Gear just as JP walks through the front door. Not to my surprise, she has a plethora of police weapons with her, including but not limited to, her standard gun, a Taser, a stun gun, rope, and even a hunting knife.

"JP! What the heck are you doing with all of those weapons? Did you think this was gonna be a Quentin Tarantino film or something", I exclaim as she walks up to the counter.

JP gives me an annoyed look, and then poses in a stereotypical gun-shooting position.

"I just thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to test out some of my toys", JP says while positioning back into standing normally.

"Some toys", I say sarcastically, "But, seriously, tone it down. Don't shoot unless attacked, or you will be violating Officer Policy!"

JP just snorts unattractively, and replies, "What would you know about Officer Policy?"

"Well, seeing as I was going to be an Officer before I became a Nurse, I know plenty about it."

JP gasps, and says, "You do not! If you had been, you would have been in my year at Police Academy! You're a liar!"

My rose-colored eyes narrow. "And how do you know that I'd be in your year? Actually, I'm a few years ahead of you!"

JP rolls her cobalt eyes. "Oh, please! Don't give me that crap! You're obviously only seventeen! You're younger than I am! Haha, rookie."

I blink at her blatant stupidity, and I start laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" JP screeches.

"You! I'm twenty-one, you idiot! I am most certainly older and more qualified at both of our jobs than you are." I cry with laughter.

She glares, and says, "You are not! Just look at you!"

I cross my arms, and reply, "Oh, yeah? What's wrong with me?"

She laughs mockingly, "Well, look! You have the body of a twelve year old! You've got nothing!"

Irritated by her ridiculing me, I pull out my Johto Service Card, and hand it to her.

"See this? It's my Johto Service Card."

She rolls her eyes again, and says, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Look at the birthday."

She does, and her face pales.

"Believe me now?" I ask seriously.

"Humph, just because you are twenty-one doesn't mean that you served as an Officer like you said", JP says snottily.

"Look at the back of the card."

She looks, and she goes so ghostly white, that I think she's going to pass out.

"JP? Are you okay?" She doesn't answer, but just keeps staring at my Service Card.

Scared that she might faint, I walk over to her, and say loudly, "Officer Jenny Paige from the Violet City unit of the Johto Police Department, are you ready and able to serve?!"

And with that, she jumps right up, and says, while saluting, "Sir, yes, sir!"

And with that, she breaks into tears. I rush over to her, and gather her in my arms.

"I remember you! You were in the same year as my sister, Jenny Charlotte! You were the best in her year, and she was a slacker! She barely passed, and you passed with flying colors! I idolized you, and when you left the Force to become a Nurse, it broke my heart, because I was looking forward to working with you, and trying to become as good as you were! And when I found out that you were the Nurse who ran this Pokémon Center, I became so mad that I decided I would do everything in my power to make your life hell! I'm so sorry! I never meant it to escalate to this! I'm so sorry!" She cries hysterically.

I am quite shocked by this admission, but I do remember her sister.

I rub her back, and tell her to quiet down. She does.

"Now let me tell you something, hon…"

*Calypso's POV*

"What the hell do you think is happening inside of there", I ask Silver, who has been spending his time carving a tree branch into what is starting to look like a totem pole.

"That Officer Jenny is probably talking JC's head off", Silver says nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that sounds about right, Ginger Head Man", I say, with a taunting tone to my voice.

Silver lets out a faint growl, but doesn't say anything in response.

"Arceus, what is taking so long? I almost want to call her to find out."

"Don't", Silver says suddenly, "If you do, you could just ruin everything, and get us arrested. If you do, I will escape, find your cell, and strangle you."

"Haha, nice try, Ginger Head Man, but I'd have already escaped. You'd have to search all over the world to find me before you could strangle me."

Silver once again gives me the silent treatment, but I don't mind. At least for a few minutes…

"Ugh, Silver, I cant take this anymore! I hate waiting! Can I call her already?"

"NO!"

*JC's POV*

By this time, JP has finally calmed down. We're leaning side by side against the counter, and I say,

"Let me tell you something, hon."

JP looks at me, her cobalt eyes still shimmering with tears. She has the most pathetic expression on her face, and I can't help but feel guilty for laying onto her. She doesn't answer me, so I continue on,

"I did know your sister. Jenny Charlotte, right? Yeah. I definitely remember her. Sure, while your sister wasn't the best person ambitiously or academically, she was one of the sweetest people I've ever known. Whenever I was down, she'd help me back up. She came straight from Arceus, himself. I'm flattered that you would use me as a role model, but don't completely rule out your sister, either. Be alert and book-smart like me, but have her kindness and compassion. It's not like I don't have those traits either, but it's so pronounced in Char. She always liked to listen to peoples' problems, and try to offer solutions that usually worked. If you just keep improving yourself not only to be the most disciplined and attentive Officer, but also the most compassionate and understanding one as well, you'll go far. I promise you."

At these words, JP bursts into tears again. I rub her back, and whisper comforting words to her, but she just shakes her head at me.

"I'm not sad or angry. These are tears of joy. To be told by the person I've always admired that I can go far in life is the most priceless thing to me. Thank you for understanding why I did the things I did, and not hating me for it. You are truly someone to look up to", JP cries. I'm about to respond, when she fully embraces me. Shocked by this contact, I go silent.

"Thank you so much. I'm so sorry. I promise that I will do my best in the Force, and become the best Officer I can be", she whispers.

"It's all in the past, Jenny Paige, it's all in the past. Now, since you are an Officer, would you like to go arrest those criminals in that room with me", I ask her cheerfully.

She instantly perks up, and says, "Yeah!" But then, her expression changes from one of happiness to one of deep thought.

"Hey, can I see those wanted posters again?" She requests. I nod, and hand them over to her. She takes a few minutes to look over them, and before I know what's happening, she says…

*Calypso's POV*

"Arceus, Ginger Head Man, what the heck is going on in there? It's already 12:20, and we haven't heard anything. Not even a single peep of activity", I exclaim tiredly as my butt starts to hurt from sitting in this tree for so long.

Silver doesn't look away from his Pokémon totem pole, but says casually, "You know, patience is a virtue."

I snort, and respond, "Ha, what would you know about virtue?"

Silver continues carving the wings of the Zubat totem, but says in response,

"More than you, Miss Grand Larceny and Destruction of Property."

My amethyst eyes narrow, and I reply heatedly, "There was a perfectly good reason that I did those things."

Silver rolls his eyes. "Oh, I bet there was", says Silver sarcastically.

"Oh shut up, Ginger Head Man", I grumble as I check my Pokégear again. Ugh, 12:25.

*JC's POV*

"Hey, can I see those wanted posters again?" JC requests. I nod, and hand them over to her. She takes a few minutes to look over them, and before I know what's happening, she says,

"You know, these people on the wanted posters probably had a good reason to do what they did… JC, do you know anything more about these people than on the posters?" JP asks me questioningly.

I sweat a little, because I'm a notoriously horrible liar when asked a direct question. Everyone in the Service Department knows it.

"Umm… Not really…"

JP crosses her arms, and stares at me intently. "Come on, JC. I tell that you're lying. Come on, tell me the truth. I don't bite."

I grab her arm, and pull her into my quarters before shutting and locking the door.

"Look, this is a serious secret. If anyone tells the Police Department, I could not only lose my job and Service Card, but I could be put into jail. So before I tell you anything really important or controversial, you have to swear to me that you won't tell anyone, and that you aren't recording this or anything like that", I say quietly.

JP gasps, and says, "So you are helping them!"

I sigh, and respond, "First swear to me that this doesn't get out to anyone."

JP looks at me for a second or two, and then nods. "Even though you've done some bad things in your lifetime, JC, I bet you had a good reason for doing them, unlike me. If I criticized you for this, then I would be a total hypocrite. I mean, I'm supposed to be patrolling Violet City, but instead, I spend my precious Officer time making your life hell. Yeah, I swear that nothing you say to me will ever be mentioned to another person, unless you ask for it to be. I promise you that much."

I smile gratefully, and reply, "Thank you so much, JP. Now, do you want me to tell you the whole thing?"

The younger girl nods, so I continue on.

"Okay, so those two criminals and the wanted posters. I'm friends with the one named Calypso. I didn't know she was wanted until you showed me the poster a few hours ago. The reason we became friends was because she helped me get revenge on a particularly nasty client. I was subbing for Jojo at the Cherrygrove Pokémon Center. Then this creature came in… her name was Monica—"

JP interrupts me. "Hey, there was a girl named Monica who logged in a Theft report yesterday. She was a nightmare. Did your Monica have obviously dyed beach blonde hair, breast implants, extremely short short-shorts, a makeup plastered face, and an extremely nasally voice?"

I start laughing so hard that I almost fall over. "Yeah, that's exactly her."

"Yeah, her name is Monica Blodvek. She's nineteen years old, and she got her Misdreavus stolen."

I nod, and reply, "Monica had been with a group of her four friends, who were severely loud and annoying. They were also cursing very loudly. They were so loud that they woke up the entire room of baby Pokémon, and got complaints from a lot of guests. It was a disaster."

JP stares at me, an expression of blatant disbelief on her face. "Why didn't you just call an Officer to assist you? What you're describing could easily be classified as Harassment and Disturbing the Peace charges."

"Well", I start to explain, "The man that owns the Cherrygrove Center is a very greedy and selfish man. He will do anything to keep customers, even if that means he has to bend the rules for them. That's what he did in the case of Monica. So she and her friends were being obnoxious, and I was telling them to keep quiet. But they didn't listen. One of them even told me to fuck off. Of course, I wasn't about to take that, and I was going to kick them out. But, Mister-Big-Pokémon-Center-Owner stepped in. Monica became a crying mess, claiming that I had yelled at her, and some ridiculous stuff like that. So, he made her inn fee free, and her gave her a gift card to the local restaurant. There was no way I could win."

"That sucks. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. How'd Calypso play into this", JP asks me.

"Well, Calypso had wanted a room for the night. Unfortunately, the only option she had was to share with someone. I really didn't want to put her with Monica, but there weren't any other rooms available. Before she had booked the room, Calypso had done me a favor by telling me that my skirt was too short, and that it exposed my underwear, so I was already grateful to her", I tell her.

"I don't know much about Calypso, so I cant really guess how she probably reacted. How did she react", JP asks in response.

"Oh, she was totally cool with it. I told her about how much of a nightmare Monica is, and what she did to me. Not only did she agree to share the room, but she pranked the heck out of Monica!"

JP laughs, and replies, "What did she do?"

"Well, she dyed Monica's hair blue by putting blue dye in her shampoo, and she painted hot sauce on the cinnamon gum that Monica had."

JP starts laughing hysterically, and when she finally stops, she responds with,

"Do you know what happened with Monica's Misdreavus, whose name was Jessica, apparently", JP inquires.

"Oh, you mean Dusk? Yeah, Calypso took her. Look, I don't agree with Pokémon theft, or theft of any kind, for that matter. But Calypso said that Dusk told her that Monica abuses her, which actually doesn't surprise me. When I saw Dusk leaving with Calypso, that Misdreavus looked so relieved to away from Monica. Calypso probably saved Dusk from what was probably a horrible life. That is what tells me that she isn't a heartless criminal", I end with.

"I guess that makes sense", JP says slowly while looking at Calypso's wanted poster again, "The poster says that Calypso is a runaway minor. Do you know anything about that?"

I shake my head, and respond, "No, I don't think she likes to talk about her past, or her family. The only person she's ever mentioned is someone named Gran."

JP thinks about this for a second. "Probably a grandmother. I don't know the exact details of Calypso's background, but I have a feeling that something surrounding her past is strange."

I nod my head in agreement. There is something weird about how Calypso never mentions her family.

"So, who's the other guy", JP asks me as she pulls out Silver's botched up wanted poster.

"Oh, him? Calypso gave the information for his poster, and she purposely messed it up, though I don't know why, because it seems like she completely hates the guy." I explain.

"Ah", JP says.

"Yeah, his real name is Silver, and his hair is longer and brighter in real life. His eyes are also lighter, and his shirt is shorter. He is also wanted for Theft."

"Interesting", JP mutters quietly. She goes into deep thought for a minute or two before asking,

"Are they really here in the Pokémon Center?"

I raise one eyebrow, and respond, "Depends on whether you plan on arresting them or not."

JP's eyes widen, and she says, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but no, I want to help them."

Okay, so I have the plots for the next chapter or two written. I just need to type them up, and revise them.

I'm sorry about all of the fillers, and not following the game plot exactly, but I have so many ideas and character concepts and development that I just can't help but make several chapters fillers.

See you guys next chapter!

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