Who hates accents I do too well at least most of the time

(hypocrite?!)

im sorry I just hear latias' voice as like bubbles and giggles and purrs and cute sounds and it feels weird sometimes so I have to make her bubble when she tries to talk out loud

631. timorous: full of fear

Green stretched his relieved arms and gestured to her to start walking to the museum. She quickly fell into step with them, and they quickly passed by now familiar streets. Latias seemed subdued.

She was jealous. She, like nearly all legendary pokemon, lived on and on indefinitely without dying. Instead of dying of injury or starvation, they hibernated and slept when their bodies crumbled, and then waited for centuries for power to recollect and to reform. They never ended, but their connections with the normal humans and pokemon were so ephemeral; if you didn't travel enough, you'd find that the world had changed drastically while you weren't looking. They lived on and on while others passed – and their own kind would go into long periods of sleeping. And for Latias, without Latios, she was alone. She'd have to wait, wait, and wait for her brother to return.

Most of the other legendaries gave up on company and retreated into solitude, or preferred to simply stay in sleep until chaos arose and humans dared to call for them. Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza – they all stayed in their respective areas of solitude, quietly passing the centuries, avoiding humans and building up literal and metaphorical walls around their hearts. It was ironic to think such great creatures became timorous in the face of making connections with humans. But then again, connections with humans were destined to be broken. And each broken connection was another crack in their scarred hearts.

632. impecunious: having no money; poor; penniless

While Latias was musing her concerns of eternity, Green was wondering very human things – like how long it'd take before he'd become impecunious. He had pressing demands for a job as he was rapidly draining his savings. The sooner he could laugh in Steven's face, the better.

633. adamant: stubbornly unyielding; impervious to pleas, appeals, or reason

When they passed the barrier and arrived in the museum, Latias immediately perked up and started speed walking, almost running, in the direction of the closed off area. Green ran after her, and found her with a security guard, who was struggling to hold her back from running right into the taped off area.

Green tried thinking up excuses, but his normally eloquent words would just not form. He could not persuade the adamant guard, and eventually settled on calling Brock (Lance forced everybody to trade numbers in case of national emergency).

634. melee: a noisy, confused fight

Brock came hurrying over, (Green had exaggerated somewhat and made it sound like his companion was currently engaging in a melee of sorts with the guard) and deadpanned when he saw a perfectly peaceful scene. Green pulled him aside, out of earshot of the guard.

"Brock, that stone you have back there is a living creature. Well, a soul. And she," he gestured to Latias, "wants it back."

Brock raised an eyebrow. "Hold on. First of all, how do you even know there's anything back there?"

635. euphemism: the substitution of an agreeable word or phrase to replace one that might offend

"Ok, well, I was traveling with Red's espeon a couple weeks back, when I was jumping around from city to city, collecting signatures, remember? I swear I didn't intentionally do anything, but she apparently snuck in and recognized that there was some massive psychic energy in the stone you've got. I put my clues together, and that, my friend, is Latios. Well, it contains the remnants of his soul, after his body, you know, kind of disintegrated from mass psychic energy release."

Brock stared. "You could have used a euphemism to make that sound a bit nicer. And, what in the world did you do to figure that out? I don't even know myself what exactly it is. And what does the girl have to do with it?

Green laughed. "Everything. She's Latias."

636. rouse: to wake or provoke

Brock ushered them over to his roomy office. Once the door was locked and the blinds drawn, he turned to Latias. "Um, can you, uh, transform?"

Latias did so. Brock's eyes almost shot wide open, and he was gaping. (Green was surprised that even with something that could rouse so much interest, Brock's eyes were still so narrow. But that was beside the point.) Latias used telepathic abilities to talk directly into their heads – with direct communication, her funny inflections disappeared.

"Ah, so there are many conflicting human legends, since they always see my brother and I flying around, sometimes together, sometimes alone. I believe Cresselia brainwashed some people and left some written records about Arceus founding the world, so that humans would stop coming up with funny stories about us." She broke off and giggled a little. "Well, Arceus made several groups of legendaries to watch over and maintain harmony in highly populated regions – and he made us in separate groups, so although we all are essentially siblings, some of us are closer to each other than others."

637. mettle: courage; strength of character

"We are eternal. Such a curse is a harsh test of our spirits and mettle, but we strive to seek peace – it is not always easy, and the more powerful brothers sometimes fight. But my brother and I have always loved each other. We are very close." She sighed wistfully. "We do not hide away from humans, like most of our siblings; we try to connect, although it hurts many times. He used a massive amount of his life force to save a human city. I have been searching for his soul stone to nurse it with energy, but it has been hidden in this barrier for very long."

638. unremitting: constant; not stopping

Green had built up an image of Brock being a kind of stolid, brusque kind of guy, so when he started pouring out unremitting tears, Green was aghast. He was unsure whether to take a picture for blackmail or to comfort him; but either way it was so oddly out of character that he was flabbergasted. Green himself was feeling a little teary eyed, but not close to pouring out tears (last time he cried was when Red- ugh, embarrassing!).

639. ornery: mean-spirited and contrary in attitude

Whatever ornery image Brock had first portrayed as the tough security boss, he'd left it in the dust and eagerly showed human-Latias into the safe-room. The stone was locked away in a drawer in a room full of cupboards of fragile or rare pieces too important to be put onto open display. Latias immediately pointed to one drawer, and Brock fumbled with a massive ring of keys.

640. curriculum: all the courses of study offered by an educational institution

It seemed like full minutes passed before Brock finally found the corresponding key, although it probably only took half a minute maximum. When the drawer opened, Latias began crying wordlessly. She picked it up, and cradled the stone, a brilliant blue orb encased in lumpy black shell of rock.

Green then understood why no school curriculum included psychological studies of pokemon – the emotions and love involved was far beyond what textbooks could portray; it could not possibly be put into objective terms. He'd criticized the lack of material available in school libraries; he'd had to rummage through his grandfather's filed away studies, mailed to him from psychologists who tried to make a living off an unpopular business. And even then, he could not truly understand what the studies showed. There was no general result about the emotional thoughts of pokemon.

You could not generalize all psychics as cold, heartless, scheming creatures. There was no logic in trying to classify their emotions. Not when you talked about creatures that lived forever, trying to love despite the pain that came with each connection.