The Blessed User of Dragon Pokémon

All she could find in herself to do was wrap her arms around herself and hope that Audino hadn’t hear those words. And then, as if by some miracle, a few words slipped through her lips.]

Harsh. The word sat in her mind, and she had to fight her sneer from growing. What a disgusting rebuttal, especially to someone--to trainers like her. She wasn't being harsh, she was merely telling the truth. If Concordia couldn't handle it, then she had no business being in Clair's line of sight. She sauntered up to her and stood over the woman, her heeled boots adding to her already tall and imposing figure. She spoke, her voice low and cold.]

Ruse? Me? Oh, no. Really, I’m not playing anything. We’re trying to make a kinder world for Pokemon everywhere. That’s why Lord Ghetsis raised Lord N as he did, so he’d be sensitive to the needs of any Pokemon, from the largest Wailord to the smallest Joltik.

[Her face goes down toward her feet now and she tries her best not to fidget.]

You have Grunts running amuk willy-nilly throughout Unova, don't you? Each one of them perform missions of sorts for the Boss, or in your case, Lord. They probably steal Pokemon, don't they? They steal them, but they think they're doing something right by doing so, and it's all in the hopes of getting in good graces with the Lord. You all probably think you're doing something good, something to help a world that didn't ask for it. That doesn't need nor want it.

You attack innocents and deprive them of their companions. You ransack stores, centers, and entire towns, all for the "greater good". Tch. And believe me, dear, just because your Team is set in Medieval times, just because you have different divisions, or a different cause--it doesn't mean your crimes any different.

Yes. I said I’m with Team Plasma. Please don’t take that to mean I’m a battler or a trainer, because I’m not. Audino and I serve another purpose entirely, and we’re happy with it…for the most part.

But he's doing well loving and caring for him, for a Dragon can kill just as easily as it can breathe.

...For the most part? Oh, do tell. [She rolls her eyes a bit, not really caring about the sob-story that may follow, until she heard her last statement. She narrows her eyes at the woman.]

They do? Um…I wasn’t aware…

[She sheepishly places a hand to her mouth, as if to cover it, and lets her eyes wander to the nearby floor. One of her feet is wiggling back and forth to show her shyness.]

[She crosses her arms and coolly raises a brow at the woman's display of shyness. It was weak, and she was going to exploit it.]

Oh, so you've heard of the clan, consisting of myself, grandfather, the imp, and Drayden? Impressive, I suppose, though that really isn't much to be proud of. Most know about us.