Chapter 6: Journey to the Old Ruins
Arceus sighed as she looked over the ledger of the events going on Earth. There were a lot of various problems about the world. She was standing in front of the dining room table, helpfully cleared away of all the dishes by Latios and Latias.
Around her were all the Legends – minus Giratina, Mewtwo, Palkia, Latias and of course Groudon and Kyogre.
"All right, since Giratina, Mewtwo, Palkia and Latias are busy at the moment I guess we shall start this off," Arceus said. "Suicune, there is an oil spill near the-"
Arceus was interrupted by the sound of someone vomiting.
In the bathroom near the dining room, Mewtwo, Palkia and Latias were holding Giratina over the toilet. Luckily, Giratina had decided to use his Griseous Orb before indulging in one of Shaymin's drinks. His serpentine Origin Forme was easier for the others to handle.
"You'll be okay," Latias said, rubbing Giratina's back. Giratina said nothing as he vomited into the toilet again.
"SHAYMIN NEEDS TO STOP MAKING HER DRINKS," Palkia said. He was holding up the back third of Giratina.
"Why? It's her hobby and some of her drinks are good,"
"Latias, you are not of the age to enough to partake in alcoholic beverages," Mewtwo said. He telekinetically flushed the toilet as Giratina vomited yet again.
"But they taste good!"
"YEAH AND WE'LL END UP HOLDING YOU OVER THE TOILET LIKE GIRATINA HERE!" Palkia replied.
"But that doesn't happen all the time?"
"TRUST ME, IT DOES."
Giratina had finally stopped vomiting and he lifted his head from the toilet bowl. "What did I-" He stuck his head back into the bowl and vomited some more as a fresh wave of nausea swept over him.
Latias telekinetically flushed the toilet. "You okay?" she asked, as she rubbed Giratina's back some more.
"Yeah," Giratina replied. His eyes looked somewhat unfocused and he smelled somewhat like paint thinner.
"Clean him up and him into a bed," Mewtwo ordered.
Latias grabbed a washcloth and wiped Giratina's mouth and face. Giratina stuck his head under the sink's tap and rinsed his mouth out.
The three Legendaries carried Giratina out of the bathroom.
The Legendaries in the dining room watched as an unconscious Giratina was carried down the hall. The golden rays of light shining through the windows matched nicely with the gold and white tiles.
"That sort of behavior is unacceptable," Entei said.
"Oh, don't tell me you've never gotten that drunk before," Shaymin – in her Land Forme - said. An unlit gracidea joint dangled from the corner of her mouth.
"Shaymin, have you not been smoking?" Uxie asked.
"No."
"Shaymin, please don't lie; I am the Being of Knowledge. I know you haven't been smoking your gracidea. If you don't want to smoke it, I can give it to you-"
"Uxie! Shut up!"
Uxie was stunned at Shaymin's rudeness. "Shaymin, that was not-"
"Uxie, I said it once; shut the fuck up!"
Arceus cleared her throat. "Uxie, Shaymin, you can get back to arguing with each other when the meeting is done," she said sternly. "Now then, Suicune, there is a large oil spill near Cianwood City. I need you to assist in clean up efforts. Celebi, there is a large scale poaching operation in full swing in the Safari Zone. You are to assist the park rangers and pokémon in fending off the poachers. Rayquaza and Deoxys, you're both scheduled to make an appearance at the Mossdeep Air and Space Museum. Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres you're all supposed to make an appearance at Shamouti Island. And, I think that's it for now," she said. "Now, are there any questions?"
All of the Legendaries remained silent. After a few minutes, Shaymin spoke up. "Can I come along with Celebi?" she asked.
Arceus thought a moment. Yes, Shaymin was the Guardian of Plants. Yes, she was rather, no, very obnoxious. "Shaymin, I'm going to have to say no. Until you can cooperate with the others and not annoy everyone, you will have to stay here," she said.
Shaymin said nothing but scowled.
At this point, Palkia, Mewtwo and Latias returned. Latias hovered next to her brother and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which he returned.
Entei looked at the Lati siblings disapprovingly as the two kissed.
"LET ME GUESS GIRATINA GOT DRUNK AGAIN?" Regigagas asked.
"YOU THINK?" Palkia replied, drinking a glass of water.
"In any case, the assignments for today are: Palkia, you're scheduled to make an appearance at Spear Pillar; Mewtwo, you're scheduled to appear with Rayquaza and Deoxys at the Mossdeep Air and Space Museum," Arceus said.
"And what about me?" Latias asked.
"You're not quite old enough to go on your own yet. Maybe on your 650th birthday. For now just follow your brother. On another note, it is Shaymin's 658th birthday!"
"Yay," Mew said with a yawn.
The other Legends showed the same amount of enthusiasm. Admittedly, no one really liked Shaymin in her Land Forme.
"Hey! Show some excitement!" Shaymin yelled.
"SHAYMIN, NO ONE LIKES YOU," Dialga said.
"Same to you, you ugly lump of scrap metal!"
"AT LEAST I DON'T LOOK LIKE A CLUMP OF GRASS!" Dialga shot back.
"Dialga, Shaymin, go to your rooms, now!" Arceus ordered. "Everyone, else, head to your assignments!"
The Legends dispersed, leaving Arceus alone with her thoughts. Why is it that some of the Legendaries are so immature? She thought. She walked over to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of tequila.
The Lati siblings were sitting on their beds, which had not been made since they got up. Latias was cuddling with the life sized plushie of herself while Latios was smoking a gracidea joint and reading one of Groudon's magazines.
"Latios, what are you reading?" Latias asked. She nuzzled the neck of the plush Latias.
"You're too young to be reading it," Latios replied. He bit off the end of the gracidea joint, revealing that it was actually not a joint at all but candy.
"But I'm not too young to get a babysitting job, right?"
Latios put his magazine down. "Well, if you can keep watch over Altomare, I guess not," he said.
"But this is my first time and I don't know to do. I mean, Uxie and Mewtwo have been kind in lending me some of their books but I don't have hands on experience," Latias said, letting go of the plushie and gesturing to a stack of books on her dresser. A mischievous grin was on her face.
"So practice then," Latios replied. Suddenly, he noticed the grin on his sister's face. "No! Not on me! Use Dialga, Suicune, Palkia, Mew, Manaphy, anybody just not me!"
Latias's grin grew wider. "Why not, baby brother?" she asked.
Latios screamed, knowing that his Darkrai powered nightmare was about to become real.
Meanwhile, Jirachi and Mew were having a pillow fight inside Jirachi's room. Not surprisingly, his room was rather messy with toys and plushies scattered about. The golden stars that served as the room's key element in its decor lent a somewhat childish feel to the room. Rather fitting for the Legendary, who ironically was one of the oldest but one of the most childish.
"Can't catch me!" Mew taunted as he teleported behind Jirachi and whacked him with the pillow.
"Aww, no fair!" Jirachi whined. He then teleported away from another pillow strike.
The sound of their giggling carried far through the Hall of Origins.
Suddenly, a knocking on the door interrupted them. Mew telekinetically opened it, revealing a rather upset Darkrai.
"Mew! Jirachi! I'm trying to sleep! I've got to make an appearance at the Old Chateau in a few hours!" he said testily. His electric blue eye twitched with irritation.
"Sorry, Uncle Darkrai," Mew said, putting the pillow down.
"I am not your uncle. Now quiet down!"
He then left the room. "I need to get Mewtwo to soundproof my room. Those two are worse than Latias singing," he muttered under his breath.
A week earlier in the Hall of Origins…
Latias hovered on stage the in the Hall of Origin's performance hall. She clutched the microphone in her hands. Raikou, Ho-Oh and Heatran were managing the pyrotechnics for the show. Mewtwo and Deoxys were managing the two spotlights that Mewtwo had teleported in. Groudon, Kyogre Lugia, Suicune, Regice, Registeel, Regirock, Cresselia, Latios, Dialga, Palkia, Shaymin – in her Sky Forme with a lit gracidea joint dangling from the corner of her mouth – and Bianca and Lorenzo (invited by Latias's request) were sitting in front of the room and waiting for Latias to start singing.
Latias cleared her throat. "And for this performance, I will be singing Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins," she said. She was wearing a plain silver cape along with a simple but tasteful thin silver chain necklace with a small flower charm at the end of the chain. The charm was a deep sapphire blue – fitting since it was hand carved from a water stone by some of Altomare's most famed jewelers. Silver bangles carved with flowing lines intended to represent the ocean waves of the dangled from her wrists as well as from her "wingtips". All of these except the cape – Bianca had bought the cape as a gift for her - were offerings given to her and her brother by the citizens of Altomare. Bianca had bought for her.
Shaymin telekinetically levitated the joint from her mouth and blew a smoke ring into the air.
The lights in the room dimmed and the spotlights focused on Latias, making her cape gleam.
All of a sudden, the opening bars of Danger Zone began to play and Latias started singing.
"Revvin' up your engine. Listen to her howlin' roar. Metal under tension. Beggin' you to touch and go," she sang, as she prepared a Thunderbolt, arcs of golden electricity danced between her wings like a Jacob's ladder display in a museum. A golden bolt of lightning flew from the wings and into the steel bars that Registeel had helpfully installed above the arena. The bars glowed and bathed the entire area in a heavenly golden light. "Highway to the Danger Zone. Ride into the Danger Zone. Headin' into twilight. Spreadin' out her wings tonight. She got you jumpin' off the track. And shovin' into overdrive,"
The Regis beeped loudly in appreciation while Shaymin blew another smoke ring. Bianca and Lorenzo clapped appreciatively.
"Highway to the Danger Zone. I'll take you right into the Danger Zone. You'll never say hello to you," Latias cried, as she fired a Shock Wave attack into the air, where it met up with Heatran's Flash Cannon. Both attacks detonated in a bright flash and a sound like a gunshot.
The crowd started cheering loudly as the silver sparkles of the pyrotechnic display rained down. Even Bianca joined in. Lorenzo just watched the singing. He had never been to a concert of this intensity before but yet he felt a sense of satisfaction at seeing his surrogate daughter on stage and performing.
"Until you get it on the red line overload. You'll never know what you can do. Until you get it up as high as you can goooooooo!" Latias continued. She flung a Mist Ball into the ground where it detonated and wreathed the stage in a white mist. She hovered across the ground, mist billowing around her, as she sang.
The crowd cheered even more wildly. Their cheering nearly drowned out Latias's passionate singing. The ecstasy felt by the concert goers was almost palpable as they either cheered or fired off their own attacks, adding to the pyrotechnics.
"Out along the edges. Always where I burn to be. The further on the edge. The hotter the intensity!" Latias flew into the air and threw another Mist Ball just as she took off. Ho-Oh launched a Fire Blast at the shimmering sphere. The two projectiles collided in a flash of blinding light and a fairly powerful explosion. Luckily, Mewtwo's shield generators protected the spectators from the blast but Latias used her psychic powers to shield herself and ride the shockwave back onto the stage, her cape billowing out behind her and kicking up the last plumes of mist from her first Mist Ball attack.
"Highway to the Danger Zone. Gonna take ya right into the Danger Zone. Highway to the Danger Zooonnne. Ride into the Danger Zoooooooooonnnnnnnnnne!" Latias cried. Arcs of electricity powered by Raikou started dancing between the metal bars on the ceiling.
Latias pirouetted on stage for a moment before she continued singing. "Highway to the Danger Zone. Gonna take ya right into the Danger Zone. Highway to the Danger Zooonnne. Ride into the Danger Zoooooooooonnnnnnnnnne!" She fired another Mist Ball into the stage, completely obscuring her from view, and continued singing.
"You go, dragon girl!" Suicune shouted over the music.
"Highway to the Danger Zone. Gonna take ya right into the Danger Zone. Highway to the Danger Zooonnne. Ride into the Danger Zoooooooooonnnnnnnnnne!" All of a sudden, Latias corkscrewed out from the cloud of mist and levitated above the stage. She fired off a Dragonbreath.
The jet of fire turned into an enormous stylized dragon made of white fire. It flew over the spectators' heads before it collided with Raikou's Zap Cannon, Ho-Oh's Sacred Fire and Heatran's Flash Cannon. All four attacks collided and exploded with a tremendous explosion and showered the crowd with silver and gold sparks.
Again, Latias used her psychic powers to ride the shockwave back onto the stage as the song ended. She bowed to thunderous applause from the spectators
Bianca ran up to Latias. "Latias, you were wonderful!" she said, tears in her eyes from the sheer joy of hearing and seeing Latias sing.
Latias nuzzled Bianca and cooed. "Thank you! By the way how are things going?" she asked.
"Bianca, I think we'd best get going back to Altomare and leave your 'sister' alone with her other fans," Lorenzo called.
"Bye Latias!" Bianca said, hugging Latias's neck.
"Come back soon!" Latias replied.
Bianca and Lorenzo headed out the exit.
Meanwhile, Latias was besieged with her other fans. Most notably Groudon who kept trying to hit on her.
Hall of Origins, present time
The Legendaries heading out to their assignments were gathered by the foyer, where a swirling blue portal was located. The screaming of Latios echoed through out the hall but no one paid it any heed as they were used to his screaming; no thanks to the fact that he was a horror movie buff.
"All right, we ready to move out?" Celebi asked. She was wearing a set of sleek armor custom built for her by Mewtwo. Her gossamer wings were gently encased inside razor-edged metallic sheaths. Smooth, leaf-green metal plates covered her body. Her arms and legs were sheathed in the same armor as her body but it was segmented, allowing her limbs to move freely. A helmet, the same shade of green as her armor, rested on her head. The helmet's mirrored visor was retracted, revealing her sapphire eyes. Her antennae protruded from the helmet, metallic golden filaments wrapped around the thin antennae, protecting them from damage.
"Celebi, dear, do you really need to wear that armor?" Suicune asked. The idea of pokémon, let alone Legendaries wearing clothing was totally alien to her. In fact, she was one of the last Legendaries – even the normally 'this is unacceptable' Entei was quick to accept it – to grasp the fact that Lugia needs to wear diapers at night.
"Yes."
"But you're immortal; you can't die,"
Celebi pouted. "Just because I'm immortal, it doesn't mean I want to get hurt!" she replied.
"Suck it up," Moltres replied.
"Excuse me, but you're holding up the line," Zapdos said.
Celebi flipped down the visor on her helmet and flew through the portal, vanishing in flash of blue light. Suicune, Deoxys, Mewtwo, Palkia, Rayquaza and the Legendary Birds followed.
Dialga entered Lugia's room. His room was as usual, somewhat messy with art supplies almost everywhere.
Almost immediately, two sharpie markers flew from their holder and began attacking Dialga.
"LUGIA! YOUR PERMANENT MARKERS ARE ATTACKING ME!" Dialga shouted, trying to dodge the markers, which were seemingly acting of their own free will and drawing various profanities, obscene pictures and other graffiti on him. The markers' silver ink contrasted strongly against Dialga's dark blue hide.
Lugia immediately rushed into the room, snatched the markers out of the air and pinned them under his heavy sketchbook. "You can yell at Jirachi for this," he said. He then chuckled as he saw the words "Eat me!" written in rather large silver lettering on Dialga's side.
"LUGIA, DOES THIS STUFF COME OFF EASILY?" Dialga asked.
"Sorry, it takes vigorous scrubbing to get it off," Lugia replied.
"AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? MY TELEKINESIS IS NOT CONTROLLED ENOUGH FOR THAT!"
"I…I…I could do it for you. Seeing that they were my markers, I guess it's my responsibility to clean up the mess they made," Lugia said, blushing slightly.
Dialga sighed. He was averse to being touched and he especially did not want to be touched by another male Legendary. "FINE!" he grumbled.
He then headed into the bathroom nearest Lugia's room. The bathroom was the same as always, just a bland but tasteful silver, blue and white tile design – Lugia had chosen the tiles for this bathroom. Dialga noticed a large container of baby powder next to the sink, a tub of baby wipes on the sink and large lidded garbage can under the sink as well. Must be for Lugia's 'problems'. He thought.
He walked into the enormous shower stall, which was more of a room. He telekinetically turned on the hot and cold taps, which were made of antique bronze in sharp contrast to the contemporary styled bathroom. He sighed as he felt the warm water cascade over his body.
A few moments later Lugia set up a barrier to keep himself dry and entered the shower with Dialga. "Dialga, I don't want to touch you any more than you want to be touched by me, so let's get this over with," he said. Lugia then grabbed the scrubbing pad he used for himself, gave it a quick wash and squirted some floral scented shower gel on it. He then got to work scrubbing Dialga's back, which had been used as a canvas for obscene pictures.
This actually feels good. Dialga thought, as Lugia scrubbed his back. He let out a low rumble of contentment. As much as he did not want to admit it, he was somewhat enjoying the contact with Lugia. Or was it the massage?
After several minutes of scrubbing, Lugia looked at Dialga's back. The obscene pictures were still there and his scrubbing pad was almost completely destroyed.
"Dialga, stay here. I need to get some thing a bit stronger," Lugia said, stepping out of the shower.
"DON'T TAKE TOO LONG! I DON'T WANT SOMEONE TRYING TO ADD MORE GRAFFITI," Dialga said. In actuality, he wanted Lugia to massage him more. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit of affection for him. Actually, he always admired Lugia's sleek white body and alluring sapphire eyes. He was snapped out of his dream state by Lugia arriving with some steel wool and a bottle of dishwashing soap.
He got to work scrubbing away Dialga's graffiti.
Suddenly, his scrubbing was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.
"What is it?" Lugia asked.
"Lugia, can I have one of your diapers?" Latias called back through the closed door.
Lugia was taken aback at Latias's request. He inwardly cursed Dialga for broadcasting his problem to pretty much everyone in the Hall of Origins. Yes, he felt sorry for Latias but at the same time part of him was happy that he was not the only Legendary in need of diapers. "Sure, the box is in my closet, just don't wreck my closet looking for it and properly dispose of the diaper," he said.
"LUGIA, IS THE GRAFFITI COMING OFF?" Dialga asked.
Lugia looked at Dialga's back. The obscene pictures were mostly gone. "Yeah, they're coming off," he said. "By the way, was I hurting you? You made this rumbling noise," he asked.
"NO. I LIKED IT."
Lugia shrugged and continued scrubbing away at Dialga. As he did so, he gently petted Dialga's side. He was surprised to find out that Dialga's steel hard skin was actually rather flexible, almost like steel plate on a bed of springs.
Latios was lying on his bed. He had been more or less drugged into compliance thanks to the candy gracidea joint he was eating before. Unbeknownst to him, Shaymin had laced it with real gracidea. Next to him was one of the baby care books that Latias had borrowed. He wondered what he did to his sister to deserve this. It couldn't have been the time he scolded her for having a crush on Ash, could it? Or was it the time he ratted her out to Arceus and Lorenzo for getting drunk and making a nuisance of herself during the Altomare water pokémon races?
A pacifier, a bottle and some other baby paraphernalia were resting on his nightstand. Ironically, they were right next to his Lati-themed cell phone and the dirty magazine he had appropriated from Groudon's stash.
Latias entered the room holding a diaper with stylized snowflakes printed on the tape and the diaper itself.
"What is it?" Latios asked, his voice somewhat slurred thanks to the gracidea.
"I have to practice diapering a baby," Latias replied.
"Where did you get the diaper?"
"Lugia was kind enough to let me have one of his."
Latios started giggling. "What?" he asked.
Latias said nothing but unfolded the diaper and place on the bed, not bothering to remove the plastic that covered the hole where Lugia's tail would have been threaded through. She gently dragged Latios over the diaper and keeping one hand on him, looked at the book.
"Okay, so first we clean the baby up with baby wipes," she said. She shuddered. "Actually, I think I'll practice this step on my plushie," she added.
She then looked at the book. "Next step is apply baby powder and rash ointment if needed," she said, grabbing the bottle of baby powder. She sprinkled it over Latios's "diaper area", although she ended up getting a lot of the powder on the bed, herself and Latios as well. Granted, she knew the baby powder was unnecessary as Latios was probably not going to use the diaper or she at least hoped so but she wanted to be authentic.
"Latias, why can't you practice this on your plushie?" Latios asked. He was blushing almost as red as Groudon.
Latias ignored him as she was reading the next step. "So then you pull the front of the diaper between the baby's legs, keep one hand on the diaper and then tape it," she muttered.
She put the book down, pulled the diaper between Latios's "legs", held onto it and tried taping it.
"No, that's not right," she muttered, undoing the tapes and getting them stuck on her claws. She tried again and again and again. After several tries she got it right. She had to admit, Latios did look rather cute in a diaper.
"Can I take this off now?" Latios whined.
Latias ignored him as she read the book. "All right, lesson five is how to properly heat and give a bottle," she muttered. She then grabbed the baby bottle and left the room.
"Latias, I really need to use the bathroom," Latios said. He tried to take the diaper off but the gracidea was making him somewhat dizzy and it made his fingers a little uncoordinated.
Groudon and Kyogre were working in Wigglytuff's Guild. They had already eaten breakfast and went through the morning cheers. Groudon was wearing his now clean pecha scarf as a neckerchief and Kyogre was wearing her blue silk as a scarf. Several other rescue team members were milling about. Groudon, Kyogre and the other trainees were gathered in front of the guildmaster's quarters
"All right, pokémon, get to work!" Chatot said.
The gathered pokémon dispersed to their assigned locations.
"Groudon! Kyogre! Come with me, please," Scriptor said, heading up the ladder.
The two Legends did so.
When they got to the first sublevel of the guild, they were surprised to see a line of explorers standing in front of Scriptor's desk.
"Okay, Kyogre, Groudon, there's a stack of papers behind you. I want you to sort them into completed, rejected and failed missions. Completed missions get rolled up and dropped down this tube," Scriptor said, pointing to a metal tube that stuck through the floor.
"Where does that go?" Groudon asked.
"That leads to the archives in the basements. Memor the Alakazam deals with all of our archival needs. But continuing on, rejected missions get pinned back onto the appropriate bulletin boards. Failed missions are placed in the folder of the appropriate team and a failure box is checked off. If all failure boxes are checked off, the mission is pinned back onto the board like the rejected missions. Got it?"
"Got it," Kyogre replied.
Scriptor then manned his desk. Almost immediately, a Scizor handed him the mission slip.
"I am Ferrum of Team Steelblade and I intend to take this mission," the Scizor said in a surprisingly high voice.
"Very well, Ferrum, you are cleared to take this mission," Scriptor said.
Groudon picked up the first piece of paper. He noticed that all the failure boxes were checked. He then handed it to Kyogre. "Kyogre, can you pin this on the board?" he asked. He then got to work
Kyogre wadded up a completed mission slip and shoved it down the tube. "Coming," she said picking up the piece of paper.
"Kyogre, I said to roll the slips. You'll clog the system if you just shove the slips in there," Scriptor said. He had just turned down a four star rank mission from an overly excited Pikachu who just happened to be a beginner. He then grabbed a long stick and shoved it down the tube until the clog was cleared.
Kyogre said nothing as she pinned the piece of paper back onto the bulletin board.
Meanwhile, Groudon had rolled up and shoved some completed mission slips down the tube. He found this job quite boring and wished there were something else to do.
Kyogre returned to her post behind Scriptor's desk and was confronted by a pile of rejected missions. She swore as she carried the stack over to the bulletin boards.
And so, the cycle of Groudon checking mission slips and sending them to the archives, Kyogre replacing missions on the bulletin boards and Scriptor dealing with the rescue team members repeated itself until dusk. By this time, the other guild trainees returned from their duties and were gathered in front of the ladders on the first sublevels.
"Finally, we're done," Groudon said. "I'm starving,"
"Quiet!" Chatot replied crossly. He was standing in front of the group of trainees. "All right now to evaluate your performance," he said.
Chatot then looked over the trainees. "Corphish, Bidoof, your performance was merely adequate. You could do better,"
"Golly! I though we did a good job," Bidoof replied.
"Hey, hey! At least we didn't get yelled at like last time," Corphish replied.
"Corpish, Bidoof be quiet!" Chatot ordered, clearing his throat. "Now Sunflora, Loudred, your performance was astonishing. You not only asked about their stock but you also managed to purchase some perfect apples for Guildmaster!"
"Ohmigosh! Eeek! I didn't know I was that good!" Sunflora said.
Chatot nodded. "Don't get too comfortable, Sunflora," he said. He then turned to Groudon and Kyogre. "As for you two, your performance was barely passable,"
"What? What do you mean?" Kyogre demanded.
"First off, you clogged the pipe system! And you both worked too slowly! However, I am willing to give you both the benefit of the doubt as that was your first time. However, I expect to see better results the next time!"
"Yes sir," Groudon replied. He was a little shocked at what he said. Did he really just call Chatot "sir"?
"Good! Now for the next article of business. The guild is preparing for an expedition to the Old Ruins in the upcoming days. Since this is a guild sponsored expedition, only direct guild members are allowed to come," Chatot said.
"Chatot, what are direct guild members?" Kyogre asked.
"Those are pokémon who are guild trainees, employees or graduates. I will tell you about the system later but all you need to know for now are you and Groudon are trainees, meaning you are direct guild members. Any other pokémon who decide to join Team KyGrou, will become associate members." Chatot then flapped his wings. "In any case, meeting is adjourned and dinner is ready," he said.
Groudon sniffed the air. The scent of something sweet and spicy wafted through the guild. He figured it was Chimecho cooking something delicious for dinner. He and the rest of the trainees headed down the ladder to the mess hall just as night began to fall and the magical torches in the guild ignited.