Red glanced towards us. "..."
"YES, I'm Blue, and I was trying to avoid you! Finally decided to come back to Kanto? WELL, guess what? She's dead and your hot sister is in Kalos." He snarled.
Red looked at his Pokeball. "...Serena?"
"YES, IDIOT! How many pretty sisters do you have?"
Red looked at his shoes. "..."
I stared at Blue. "How do you get what he's saying?"
Blue snarled at Red again. "I've known him for thirteen years. But I certainly haven't seen him in two years! Where were you, retard? When all the hurt and devastation was hitting the town? When a group of Tentacruel poisoned everyone in town?"
"...gone."
"YOU WERE IN KALOS? YOU WERE TOO BUSY CATCHING A TALONFLAME?"
I was currently wondering how he could get that out of a single 'gone'.
"...done..."
Blue snarled again. "This entire time... you're telling me.... you've been COMPLETING THE POKEDEX?! YOU AREN'T EVEN FINISHED WITH THE UNOVA AND KALOS?"
I was a bit creeped out. How the heck did 'done' translate into that?
"...region."
"Oh, we're in Hoenn. How did you not know? And she's Silver Terra."
"Trainer...?"
"Silver, what trainer kind are you?"
I thought about it. "Uh... miscellaneous, I guess. I have different types."
"...Magma...Aqua?"
Even I had understood that. "Yes, Team Magma and Team Aqua's headquarters both are in Hoenn."
He nodded. "..."
Blue jumped in. "Her Dragonair's name is Angel."
Red snorted. "...not."
"He said he doesn't bother giving them nicknames, because why change how Mew and Arceus created them, it's their birthname."
Red's eyes widened. "KANTO!"
"Well, that's the loudest I've heard you talk. What about her?"
I stared. "Her?"
Blue sighed. "Kanto Le'straude. Ace trainer in Unova. Ally of N."
"N?"
"Some guy. His real name is Natural Harmonia Gropius." (P.S. That's a link.)
I thought about it. "I'd like to meet him."
Blue scoffed and turned to Red. "She's obsessed with getting a powerful boyfriend."
Red turned scarlet and cleared his throat. He tipped his hat up.
Blue leaned over to me. "He only does this like, once every two years. He's going to speak a sentence."
"N... is a powerful trainer. But hard to befriend, does not trust people, only Pokemon. He knows how to love, but rarely for people, commonly for Pokemon." He cleared his throat again.
"Kanto Le'straude... works for N. Loves N, but she is cruel to all Pokemon. N hates Kanto."
He tipped his hat back down.
"So... what was the point of that?" I asked.
"That was completely useless info."
Red shook his head. He tipped up his hat again and cleared his throat. Blue sighed.
"He's a damn retard." He muttered to himself.
"N no longer trusting people. N... go into hiding. He must love again, or we will lose Plasma King."
He tipped his hat back down.
Blue sighed. He threw his Pokeball. "Charizard, out."
Red dropped his. "...Blastoise."
"Wait, what are we doing? What's the Plasma King?
Blue sighed in frustration. "N is the Plasma King. He was the puppet of Team Plasma, but he broke away from them. He is trusted by all Pokemon, he is a friend of all Pokemon, he is the leader and guardian of all Legendary Pokemon."
I thought about that. "Sounds cool."
Blue groaned. "Another one. It sounds cool, but how easy do you think it would be to fight off something that could kill every Legendary with a breath?"
"Oh. Has N succeeded in doing that yet?"
Blue grinned. "Oh, plenty of times. That's what special about him. He stays calm through everything, no matter how hard or easy. Never smiles, never frowns, never laughs, never cries, never, ever, ever, likes a Pokemon trainer."
"WHAT?"
Red sighed. "...Pokemon."
Blue started explaining. "He said that since Pokemon do not trust people, he does not trust people. He was raised by Zekrom and Reshiram, two of the greatest, most human-hating Legendaries there are! What kind of parents do you think those are? His stepfather is the leader of the evil, Pokemon-hunting Team Plasma! His STEPFATHER is Ghetsis, Silver. He doesn't like the fact that people so called 'force' Pokemon to battle."
"But why?"
Red stared into our eyes. "It's just his nature."
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