Team Water

Why did they change the skittles...

“ Your statement  is  nothing but   a misguided opinion.  I will not   stand    for    accusations     of   wrongdoing based solely upon   flavor preferences. ”

  Surprised at first,  Archie took the fish  from  atop  his  head,        and   upon   noticing  the  red splotch  on  its  side  where it had been come into contact  with his bandanna.

  He knew  immediately the  cruelty that  this pokemon  had been  subjected to.  Team Leader Archie sprinted towards  the nearest  water source to clean off  the   defenseless   fish    before   any   further  damage   could  be   inflicted.

“Distract myself with what exactly? I already have been to Kanto and beaten the League there. Do you suggest I just do that with everywhere? Just keep wandering until I run of of regions to beat?”

It wasn’t a bad idea.

“I’m not really in the mood to keep running. There’s no point in running. Distracting myself isn’t helping anything.”

“ Distract yerself with what makes ye feel strong.   My  distraction  was   the   sea  an’  its  terrifyin’   opportunities.     Yer’s  sounds  like  it’s  battlin’. ”

“Then what would you suggest I do, hm? See, the problem with people saying ‘don’t let your past control you’ never seem to offer any better suggestions. They just repeat the same thing over and over.” He waved his hand nonchalantly. “What’s the point in saying something if you’ve got no better solution?”

Everyone knew her. Every person. She was plastered everywhere. The darling Aether President. Of course, that was before she went full crazy in front of the public and shown everyone her true colors.

But he already knew.

And he was just as bad as her.

“ Distract yerself. Why d’ya think I started Aqua?    Hell,    move  ‘way  if  ye gotta.       Move  t’  th’   mountains a Sinnoh if ye got to.   Th’ islands I   come  from’re  very  similar  to  these  ‘f that’s   more yer style. ”

  He shook his head. Archie wanted the best for   Gladion.    The Leader saw his younger self in    him;        all  that   hurt  which  led  him  to  the   unquenchable thirst  to prove  himself  almost   felt like  a mirror image  of his teenage  years   spent   among    the    ranks   of    the    gang   that ruined his childhood.