"So this is why Plasma activities on the southeastern side have decreased. I still find it hard to believe a single person is the cause of it."

"You are very much welcomed," I sarcastically replied to Looker as we all exchanged our findings regarding Team Plasma. For Elesa and the interpol, this is more like a regular update to keep each other up to date and informed with their latest findings.

"Both of you might want to see this. This guy here-" Elesa handed over to Looker a familiar looking flash drive which I am sure I had passed over to Leticia previously while jabbing a thumb in my direction. "-had met with someone who provides, or at the very least once provided substantial funds to the Plasmas and managed to record the meeting down. This person is the one who put Iris up on auction."

"Iris?"

"The girl you wanted to rob from me. That's the name she chose for herself," I answered Velda's query.

"Right, anyway, Leticia and I had looked over this video and we are almost certain who he is behind that mask," Elesa continued and I looked at her in disbelief.

"And none of you bothered to tell me about it?"

"I chose not to because I felt like it," Elesa dismissed me with a casual wave of her hand. "Anyway, I would recognise that voice anywhere. The man you were talking to, I'm sure he is my grandfather, Isaac Euclid. Now this is a problem."

"The Euclid family is supposed to be the protectors of Unova, so why would they…"

"Which is why we have to be certain about their motives, if they are indeed responsible for this," Elesa acknowledged Velda's concerns. "Thing is, it's not easy to get close and earn my grandfather's trust. He's one careful and crafty bastard. I don't think we are able to find anything useful by investigating him directly and he has too much political clout for us to do so. We might have to just end this here to save us both time and effort. Investigating from Team Plasma's end will be easier and much faster."

"I remembered your grandfather promising to help Team Plasma obtain some sort of fossil if they managed to remove Leticia from the picture," I recalled while idly scratching ninetales behind her ears as she lay beside the chair I am sitting on. "I don't think they will be interested in just any other fossil so whatever it may be, it must be special enough to warrant such attention. Any ideas about that?"

"I can think of one," Elesa spoke up after falling deep into thought for a short moment. "The League managed to excavate an incomplete fossil of an entirely unknown pokemon species a long while back. From what I heard, it's a fossil of what very likely was a mythical pokemon, and piecing the complete DNA sequence required for its revival was dastardly difficult but somebody managed it in the end. Actually, that person was Shannon. Her accomplishment with that fossil was what qualified her to be accepted by Professor Elm as his assistant and learn under him in Johto. After that, the interpol found and recruited her."

"Shannon? Her?" Velda asked in surprise.

"Yes, her," Elesa affirmed. "But the fossil was given back to the League for safekeeping right after she successfully pieced the DNA sequence. Shannon wasn't strictly needed anymore since the League can take over the revival process from there. However, I also heard that the League encountered several other unforeseen roadblocks later on in trying to revive it after Shannon left for Johto and this is why till today, revival of that fossil pokemon is still not possible."

"That fossil could be what we need," I spoke up as a plan began to hatch within my mind. "If we want to figure out the inner workings of the Plasmas and to get our hands on information about the core members of the group, it will be faster if we can infiltrate their ranks. I'm the perfect person for this job, Team Plasma still does not know that a person called Jayce Dandolos exists."

"Heyo, that's dangerous and ultimately suicidal."

"Team Rockets were worse, and I survived," I argued. "I don't need them to trust me, trying to do so will take too long for us to complete our objectives anyway. I just need to be allowed entry into their core group. All I need to get them to at least accept me in there is to show them how invaluable I am to their plans. I can figure out everything else from there. If your grandfather's words are to be believed, then Team Plasma has been eyeing that fossil for ages. If I can prove to the Plasmas that I am skilled enough to retrieve something that they have been trying to get and repeatedly fail…"

"The fossil."

"Precisely."

"It might be worth a shot, but I need to get Alder's opinion and permission for this," Elesa reluctantly admitted as she rested her chin on the back of her palm in a thinking pose before looking at me once more.

"Are you really sure about this?"

"If you have a better and faster way I'm all ears."

Elesa closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, releasing a tired sigh at the same time. We all know just how bad the Plasma problem is in Unova. At this rate the entire region will be barely hanging on a thread thanks to the prevalent spread of Team Plasma's beliefs, dividing the region into Plasma believers and anti-Plasma defiants. A repeat of the Culture Purge will undoubtedly happen once more if nothing is done soon.

My plan is dangerous for whoever will be undertaking it, but effective if done right. I am also the most suited person I know for the job.

"You are explaining this to Grimsley. I don't want to be the one to do it."

"It will be fine, I'm not planning on dying."

"This is not a matter of whether you are planning-" Elesa stopped herself before she could carry on and simply slumped back into her chair. "Fine, suit yourself. I've seen my fair share of Dandolos, all of you are reckless fools whenever you set your sights on something. Fine, go and get yourself killed for all I care."

"Passive aggressive much?" I noted while trying out some of the chocolates I spotted placed within a small bowl on the table in the meeting room. Nope, I still can't taste anything.

"Trust me, I'm moving away from the passive and getting to the aggressive part really soon."

"It will definitely speed things up if Jayce can indeed find a way to get in touch with the core members of the group," Looker ended the argument with his interjection, "but it's also true that this is a very dangerous endeavour. It would be prudent to come up with a plan to extract him if he's exposed and also a backup plan if this fails."

"The best backup plan, to me, is minimal interference with whatever I will be doing," I stated firmly and received looks of disapproval from all three of them.

"Look, I work best alone. I've been working alone for as long as I can remember and it worked just fine for me, it's the reason why I'm still alive. I see no reason to fix what's not broken," I explained. "The best kind of cooperation you guys can give me is to give me the freedom I need to work things out and trust me to get the job done. In case you all have forgotten, I am the reason why Team Rocket is gone."

"Yeah, look how well that turned out. Olivine nearly got erased by the Legendary Birds and we had to rescue your sorry ass at Five Island," Elesa snarked back.

"That's because Team Rocket had Giovanni, Team Plasma has nobody like that as far as we know. Need I remind you that me choosing to confront Giovanni is the only reason why Falkner is still alive and Violet City is still standing and consequently, why Johto is still functioning?"

"And that's the stupidest thing I've ever seen. You could have avoided being nearly stabbed to death if you bothered to find some reinforcements before heading over."

"Listen here, you irritating model-"

"I am listening," Elesa folded her arms and stared at me, gesturing for me to continue.

"You know what, this conversation is pointless," I decided to give up trying to explain myself to her and looked back at the two interpol agents in this room. "Are there anything else we are supposed to discuss, or is this all?"

"Just inform us once the Unova League has come to an agreement if we should go through with your idea. Other than that, that should be all for now," Looker spoke as he stood up from his chair to take his leave. Elesa was still stewing in anger in her seat for reasons I'm not too sure myself.

"Since we are done with work for the moment, you wouldn't mind if I borrowed a bit of your time for more personal matters, right?" Velda asked me before quickly adding. "It's about the business partnership between our families. Maybe we can move ourselves to somewhere private?"

"Go ahead," I agreed, not wanting to stay with a fuming Elesa alone in the same room. Velda looked towards the banette that had been hovering near her the entire time and the banette immediately commanded the shadows to swallow us. By the time the shadows dissipated, we were already in another room.

"That was a very skilled usage of Shadow Sneak," I cannot help but compliment as even ninetales let out a low growl of agreement. The few times her ghosts used Shadow Sneak in the short time we knew each other were all masterful applications of this move.

"Thanks. Make yourself comfortable, this entire floor belongs to me, nobody else is here," Velda said as she hid no attempts to observe me a little more carefully.

"If you have anything to say, say it."

"You… have another set of memories, don't you?"

My eyes narrowed, only needing to take a second or two to figure out the unsaid meaning behind those cryptic words.

"Mewtwo did say that there were people like me in the interpol and I had my suspicions. So, what do you want me to say? Welcome to the afterlife, comrade? Amitabha? Hallelujah? Wait, I just remembered, Jesus isn't real."

"There are seven of us, which coincides with a certain prophecy that-"

"Look, I'm going to cut you off there," I raised my hand to interrupt her. "I don't care, and don't wish to know about any of this prophecy crap Mewtwo vaguely told me about. So what if we all know that everything here used to be fiction? Does it change the fact that we are now here? It doesn't. I don't care what you guys are planning to do because this simply doesn't concern me. As you would have known, I don't have long left to live anyway, so this is none of my problem."

"I just knew it will be hard to get anything out of you," Velda sighed with a palm pressed against the side of her head as if trying to ease an oncoming migraine. "Then can you at least answer this to the best of your ability? Do you or do you not know for any possible reasons why we were brought here?"

"Who knows? Maybe fate? Everything seems to be just a sick cruel joke done by whatever supernatural beings residing up there, if there are indeed any," I scoffed as I spotted some sweets lying on a table nearby and decided to try one and see if I can taste it too.

"So you also have no clue?"

"Even if I do have one, what makes you think that I will share? The power of friendship? That bullshit never worked for me," I questioned as I chewed on the sweet. As I suspected, I can't taste it either.

"It's still worth a shot," she shrugged before walking over to the table that I was leaning on and picked up a pokeball resting on its surface. She tossed the pokeball in my direction which I easily caught with my free hand.

"You were the one who gave me the haxorus, weren't you? It doesn't want to stick with me, so you can have it back."

"I generally don't accept things that I had gifted others, but this saves me the trouble of trying to get a dragon companion for Iris," I agreed and pocketed the pokeball. "Take this as me owing you a favour, be it for this or for the mishap that happened when we first met, is there anything you would like me to help you with? Maybe remove someone that has been a pain in your ass?"

"No need for that. I already told you, we are now even, you don't owe me anything. As for help… Maybe next time, do consider sharing with me whatever information you come across, be it for this Plasma problem or anything relating to… our shared secret."

"Doable," I agreed.

"The seven of us are all Ability Holders," Velda revealed. "I have no idea where to start searching because such resources are not readily available and even my family's archives have very little information relating to it, but since you are one yourself and your family has been here for centuries, maybe they do have some records that might explain how we came to be."

"The other five, what typings do their abilities relate to?" I asked, now starting to feel a little interested in this stupid mumbo jumbo.

"Seven of us, one from each region that made up the PWL. In the order of the regions that were first founded, from Kanto to Alola, they are dark, flying, ghost, electric, psychic, ground, fairy. According to a prophecy we found we each have a title and yours is Shadow, Vanquisher of Darkness. Mine is Traveller, Companion of Chaos. The order of the titles not only foretold the region we were born in, but the title itself also clues in on the typing which our ability corresponds to. Figuring yours out was pretty straightforward but for me, it took us a while to realise that chaos refers to ghost types. Our abilities are similar in the sense that we can very easily befriend pokemon of the typing we are "fated" with in accordance to what the prophecy had foretold, detect their presence around us, and we can also converse and understand what they are trying to say to us. You had also met your Johto counterpart before. Not sure if you remembered her but she was the Ranger you fought at the Johto National Park during the attack. Her title is Flier, Symbol of Courage."

"...Her? The one with the aerodactyl?" I cannot help but feel that this was really such a small world when I finally remembered about the Ranger that I had almost succeeded in killing twice. There's no way we are going to be on good terms. Oh joy.

"And she really hates you."

And isn't that wondrous? Wonder if our reunion will be a tear-jerking one, if there's any at all. Oh wait, my luck had always been rather shitty to begin with so going by that logic I would meet her once more somewhere down the line, wouldn't I?

This is… problematic. I am sorry for everything that I had done when I was the Rocket's Exterminator, to everyone that I had once harmed or hurt, although I wouldn't say that I regret doing what I did. If my past ever comes back to haunt me, well, so be it. I will accept the price of my sins; nothing more and nothing less.

But nobody else needs to know that, certainly not a stranger who I had only just met for an hour or two despite the both of us sharing the same circumstances as otherworldly travellers. If the situation permits I don't mind us becoming friends, but beyond that?

For now, I will just let that possibility hang in the air as a very huge question mark.

"Splendid, that means that I did my job well. Pass her my thanks for the praise, yeah?"

Velda looked suitably exasperated at my remark.

"Are you always this unlikeable?"

"Being likeable never helped in my survival nor did it help in protecting who I wanted to protect. Are you done interrogating me? Cos I would rather not stay here for long."

"Nope, nothing else. Need me to see you out?"

"Why, thank you for your generosity, comrade."


I found Elesa waiting for me at the ground floor of the building, leaning against a pillar with her eyes closed and her emolgas keeping her company.

"Still sulking?"

"No thanks to a certain idiot who would not stop trying to push for setting a suicidal plan into motion," Elesa quipped as her eyes snapped open. She stopped leaning against the wall and released an alolan raichu from its pokeball.

"If you are planning to work with the interpol it's better if you stay at my place in Nimbasa. Trust me, it's a chore to constantly teleport between here and Lacunosa. Are you coming?" She asked and I agreed. Her alolan raichu glowed in a psychic hue before we were transported into another unfamiliar place, right inside a spacious house.

"Welcome to my place. It's a little messy, but beggars can't be choosers so make do with what you have."

"You call this… a little messy?"

We were no doubt in the living room of her house. The entire sofa was just a dumpster for the massive pile of clothes on it. Clothes were everywhere; from the sofas, to the ones hanging on the top of her large plasma TV, the chairs and table nearby, strewn across the floor around us and I could even see her undergarments hanging about in places that shouldn't be hanged from.

This was only what I could already see from where I am standing. I don't want to imagine what other horrors lie beyond this.

"T-There's order in chaos," she made a weak attempt in explaining herself, but we all know that this is a weak argument. Even her emolgas knew this seeing how they were outright snickering at her.

"You are worse than Iris, and she's the feral child. I have no idea how you can live in this dumpster and call this your home."

"Excuse me? Dumpster?"

"By that, I mean, you are not going to stop me from clearing this mess up, because this place is inhabitable. I'd rather go back to living in the slums than to live here."

"Suit yourself, just note that there is an indoor enclosure right behind my house where I keep a handful of electric types, not just the ones that I usually use on my team. Now, I know you can take care of yourself, but these pokemon don't know you and I rather we avoid unneeded fights and end up blowing a hole or two into the walls. So don't go in there until I have the time to introduce you to them."

"Noted."

"Alright, I really need to head back to the gym. This is a spare key to the house. You can choose to sleep in any guest room you like but the master bedroom is off limits, that's my room and don't enter it. In the meantime, clean up this place, go and walk around the city, whatever, I don't care. Just please don't create any trouble for me, I'm busy enough as it is."

"Yeah, yeah."


"And you would have thought that a Gym Leader would at least know how to keep their place neat and tidy. Goodness, what the hell is this?" I tossed a black lacy bra that obviously was in dire need of a good wash which I had found hidden underneath the sofa (how on earth did it even get there?) into the laundry basket ninetales had found and helpfully brought out. Thankfully, Elesa's house was extremely spacious so excluding the bigger sized pokemon like hydreigon and drapion, I could release most of the pokemon on my team to help with the spring cleaning. Elesa lives in a two story bungalow in the prime area of the city and it definitely must have cost a bomb because her house is built on a small piece of private land that she had bought under her name. Thus, everything that sits on this piece of land belongs to her.

Then again, this much should be peanuts compared to what Gym Leaders earn on their jobs.

"You know, I've really thought that we had seen everything and have experienced it all in our undercover work until today," I continued with my monologue, providing my pokemon some entertainment with my endless grumbling in the meantime. "Cleaning up a Gym Leader's home, now that is something new, and I'm not even paid for doing this shit."

Weavile picked up a shirt that somehow found its way up onto a cabinet, took a curious whiff at it, and then proceeded to scrunch its nose in disgust and promptly threw it into the laundry basket. Ninetales lightly pawed at another cabinet after some sniffing around. Exeggutor took the hint and lifted it up slightly with its psychic powers and we found another pile of clothes stashed under it. At this point I'm so desensitised to the sight that I gave up questioning why and how the clothes found their way there in the first place.

"A little messy, she said. It would be better to live at her place, she said. If the state of her house is anything to go by I don't even want to imagine what her gym is like. No, more importantly, how is Nimbasa still functioning with her as its Gym Leader?"

Zoroark did his best impression of a shrug as he pushed the whirring vacuum cleaner past us, clearly agreeing with my statement. Elesa definitely hadn't been cleaning her house since the accumulated dust could clearly be seen by the naked eye. Nothing as bad as the time Iris and I first moved into the apartment in the slums, but still bad enough.

Umbreon ran down from the stairs, dragging a dirty dress along with him using his mouth and with bisharp's help, put it into the laundry basket as well. Anything that did not smell, I helped fold and stacked them into neat piles before placing them on a nearby couch. I will find a place to properly store them later.

From the living room to the guest rooms, from the first floor to the second, then from vacuuming the floors and corridors to mopping them up, by the time we were done the house finally looked like the lavish bungalow that it was supposed to be. With the exception of her room since she told us not to enter it, we gave the entire place a spring cleaning and filled up five full laundry baskets worth of dirty laundry in the process.

She'd better appreciate this.

Since there's still time and we still had not yet eaten lunch, I made the decision to first bring those clothes for some much needed washing to a nearby laundromat before getting us something to eat. The restrictions in Nimbasa regarding the kind of pokemon you can release to accompany you in public was rather strict, so I only had umbreon out to walk beside me while spiritomb hid itself in my shadows as I carted off the five baskets of laundry using a platform trolley we found in her storeroom.

"Sorry, but what the fuc- I mean, excuse me? Two thousand dollars to wash everything?"

For the purpose of comparison, teleportation services to teleport from one city to another cost about three thousand dollars on average and it is one of the most expensive services the average citizen might need to use if the situation arises. I know that washing five baskets of clothes at once is going to be a little expensive, but two thousand dollars? And that is after a 30 percent discount? Are her clothes woven by threads made up of 99 percent gold or something?

"I'm afraid so, sir. As you can see, most of the clothes here are branded goods, and quite a handful of them are even limited editions of said brands, they will need a lot of extra care in the washing and we will need to charge a higher price for that and when you add up five baskets of such clothes… You can see the price for yourself on the receipt. That said, how are you not robbed on your way here for pushing them here on the trolley so brazenly? That one dress there alone is easily a few thousand dollars."

I gave up, I simply facepalmed and sighed. I should have expected something like this. Elesa's a world famous supermodel, I should have known that all of those fancy clothes were too expensive to wash using normal means.

"Fine," I resigned to my fate and swiped my card, paying that darn two thousand dollars and getting my receipt before leaving the place, conveniently depositing the trolley at the counter so that I can use it to wheel those baskets of clothes back the next time I'm here to retrieve them after they were done being washed. Choosing what to eat for lunch was a much quicker affair as I ordered takeaway so that I could have my meals with my pokemon back in the privacy of Elesa's house.

Finding our way back wasn't hard. The district which Elesa lives in was in stark contrast to all the hustle and bustle that Nimbasa was famous for because the people who can possibly live here in the first place are the few who are rich enough to afford it. If I have to make a guess, Elesa chose to live in such a place to prevent the paparazzis from catching a glimpse of how messy she really is in her private life. I can already imagine the headlines if they got a scoop of just how messy her place is.

"Now, where did you come from?"

We are standing right at the front door of Elesa's house, but unable to access it due to the presence of a little electric rat standing in between us and said door, its red cheeks sparking with hostile arcs of electricity.

Why is there a pikachu here? I wasn't aware she had a guard dog.

The pikachu growled at me as it got on all fours, tail raised in preparation of a battle. I simply can't see it as a threat. The pikachu was obviously either still healing or was unable to recover from some sort of injury seeing as how it was favouring one side of its body over the other and even if its species is not the most powerful in terms of firepower, its electricity output was really too weak by a pikachu's standards. Pikachus are a commonly seen species in the Indigo and I'd seen what their species can potentially be capable of when trained right, but this pikachu really is too weak even for the average pikachu.

"Are you one of the pokemon she raises in the enclosure there?" I bent down and asked the pikachu, who only narrowed its small little beady eyes further and tried to increase the sparks of electricity it was producing to appear a little more menacing. It failed horribly, so the pikachu abandoned the thought of electrifying me and stood up on its hind legs, front paws clenched and raised like a mini boxer and tried to taunt me into a fistfight.

What a delusional little rat. What's it going to do? Punch me to death with those small little paws of his when it can't even properly balance on its hind legs?

"Look, I'm a guest she invited, and you standing here is just going to make us both needlessly suffer the bite of the cold winter gale. Why don't we get into the house and discuss this like the civilised individuals we are?"

Pikachu growled with its fangs bared. Guess that's a no. Damn rat chose to be a frickin barbarian instead of a civilised rat of culture.

"Fine, suit yourself, I will just have a winter picnic outside and wait for her to come home. You will see that I'm right," I stood back up and walked over to a small little wooden table outside and placed the food I bought on it. A quick unpacking later, my pokemon and I were devouring our meals under the embrace of the cold winter breeze. Ninetales huddled against me, using the naturally higher body temperature of her body that comes with being a fire type to keep me comfortably warm. Throughout the entire time, the pikachu with a permanent grumpy look on its face stared at us like a hawk from where it was guarding Elesa's front door, as if staring at us is able to make us combust into flames and disappear.

"Want some?" I offered the pikachu a small piece of the cookie that comes with the sandwich I bought for lunch. The grumpy look on its face deepened.

"You know what, I'm just going to call you Grumpy. You are grumpier than the grumpiest grumpig I've seen," I decided as I took a bite from the cookie and my pokemon laughed, clearly agreeing with me. It only served to infuriate the pikachu even further seeing the increase of frequency of those weak sparks it was emitting, but the pikachu was wise enough to not foolishly challenge us to a fight it knows it can never win.

"What kind of injury are you suffering from anyway, if you don't mind me asking."

Pikachu shouted at me with a high pitched yelp. Now, my ability to converse with pokemon doesn't extend to electric types and I certainly don't speak pikachu-nese, but there was no doubt that what pikachu said to us was a clear "go fuck yourself". Funny how certain meanings are so universal that they can be clearly conveyed, transcending across all language and species barriers.

"Fine, you are grumpy about it, I get that," I comfortably leaned myself into ninetales and enjoyed her heat as I took out my phone. "Now, if you will excuse me, Mr Grumpy Rat, I will leave you alone and entertain myself until Elesa comes back to prove my identity as her invited guest."

I dialled Leticia's number after making myself comfortable, which she soon picked up and started a video call.

"Hello there, cousin. What's up?"

"I won't be going back to Lacunosa for a while, I might have to help the interpol with something depending on how things turn out and if the League approves of it. Will need to trouble you guys to take care of Iris for me in the meantime."

"Don't worry too much about it. Hmm, are you outside Elesa's house?"

"Yeah, guess who locked us out?" I briefly switched to using the camera on the back of my phone for the video call, showing her the grumpy little pikachu a distance away that was still baring its fangs at us and still trying to be as scary as possible. Leticia's laughter from the other end of the line could be heard loud and clear.

"You poor thing, the fearsome exterminator, reduced to being a homeless vagrant thanks to a little pikachu."

"It's pretty pathetic of me, but I did promise that annoying woman not to cause her any trouble and lying down to enjoy the winter breeze with my pokemon isn't such a bad idea since I have ninetales with me. It's rather comfortable with this girl around to warm me up," I answered and ninetales purred at the compliment, pleased at the praise I've given.

Leticia soon found Iris and let her join in the call as well using her phone. She's a little disappointed that we won't be seeing each other for a while but that did not get her spirits down for long.

"What's that? Is that a dragon?"

"No, it's an electric type and its species is called pikachu. I myself call this particular pikachu Grumpy, because it looks like it's perpetually grumpy. Just look at it," I answered Iris' questions after I showed her the pikachu like I had shown Leticia. Grumpy was still glaring at me like a little devil spawn, I don't think it had even moved an inch from its spot on the front porch where it was guarding the front door.

"Oh right, speaking of which, I found a dragon for you."

"Really? Really?! Where?! What is it? Can I see it?"

"Remember the haxorus you calmed down at the place we first met? It's fully healed now. I will send it back to you latest by tomorrow but promise me that you can only release it from its pokeball with an adult's permission."

"But haxorus won't hurt me."

"Never hurts to be careful. Can you promise me what I just said?"

"Okay, I will ask Let for permission to release haxorus when I get it back tomorrow," Iris obediently agreed to my request before excitedly asking another question. "Where's Drei? I want to see Drei!"

"Hydreigon is sleeping," I shifted my camera to show her the sleeping dragon snoozing away on the ground, not at all affected by the low temperatures of the harsh winter. In fact, most of my pokemon were comfortably taking a nap right now. The only member that was on a sugar high from the winter was weavile, who was in his element thanks to his ice typing.

"Awww, I want to talk to him too, but he's sleeping and I don't think it's nice to wake him up," Iris whined and I cannot help but think just how much she had matured and grown since I first met her when she was a feral child. For her to understand and show such consideration was a testament to how much she had gotten in touch with her human side. Of course, she's extremely bright in the first place, which I'm sure helped in having her understand the intricacies of social interactions.

"You are going to have your own dragon soon and it's a big and strong haxorus, just bear with the lack of dragons for a little longer."

"I'm going to name him Haxy. Haxy the haxorus!" Iris declared.

"As long as he's fine with it. It's a better name than Grumpy the pikachu anyway."

Grumpy tried sending a weak arc of electricity my way for that remark, but it's so weak that it sputtered and died even before covering half the needed distance. My pokemon didn't even bother to intercept the attack as they continued with their afternoon nap, not viewing Grumpy's attempted act of murder as a threat to my life.

Now, I wonder just how long it will take before Elesa returns and helps to convince Grumpy to let me in?


Name: Jayce Dandolos

Age: 22

Pokemon Team:

1. Ninetales, female

2. Exeggutor, male

3. Weavile, male

4. Honchkrow, female

5. Umbreon, male

6. Hydreigon, male

7. Drapion, female

8. Zoroark, male

9. Bisharp, male

10. Shiftry, male

11. Porygon-Z, (Nosy), genderless

12. Greninja, male

13. Spiritomb, male

Name: Elesa Euclid

Pokemon Team:

1. Zebstrika (Dazzle)

2. Emolga (Mimi)

3. Emolga (Nana)

4. Ampharos

5. Galvantula

6. Eelektross

7. Stunfisk

8. Luxray

9. Dedenne

10. Alolan Raichu

11. Jolteon