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The longer he watches Silver Jr, the more he wishes to be part of the past– the more he wishes that things could go back to how they were, for him to be a solo Trainer, to see the wonder in the world for the first time… to be free, like Silver Jr. looked to be. But… how selfish is that? When he knows he has so much to do, so much that relies on him–

Now’s no time for an exposition regarding his own morality. Oh they mix just fine, though he hates that he knows it. I don’t like seeing it. After all, blood in water is only indicative of someone close to him getting hurt. That time with Neo Plasma… and the knives… not worth thinking about. Better not to, anyway. He’s not going to answer about the Guardian of the lake thing. He wasn’t supposed to hear that, after all.

Ha, it shouldn’t take too long. Lugia mature quickly, apparently. I wouldn’t’ve had the time to study it, considering… Lianon was already hundreds of thousands of years old when I got them. Again, the guiding thing comes to mind. Where are the other trainers of Lugia? Dead? Hiding? He doesn’t know.

For now, at least, we can hone psychic ability. The wings and tail are much easier to use than you’d think– except for if you want to fly. That one’s a toughie.

Fair enough. I can’t imagine it’s too pleasant. Silver did a small flip in the water, trying to test how much he can do down here, Blood isn’t pleasant anyways. Not in his experience, anyway. 

Huh. Silver turned to look at Silver Jr, who was still blowing bubbles and generally having a grand old time. He almost didn’t want them to mature. They were kinda cute like this. But they weren’t quite... cool. Once they got big and more legendary-esque, it would be better. His eyes widened, Hundreds of thousands? Holy shit. They live that long?

Giovanni nodded slowly. “What made you decide to give me another chance?”

“Silver, honestly.” Mars looked down at her boots. 

She bit her lip, “If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be standing here. He really wanted me to reconnect with you, and honestly... he seemed happy for once. Like things were finally gonna get better.” 

‘I’m down for right now, if you are,’ Bede replied.

‘And yeah, they’re in Unova,’ he added, running a hand through his curls, ‘but you find ‘em here, too. Mine was caught in Giant’s Cap. So your Weavile’s a shit, then?’

“Right now?” Silver grinned, “Hell yeah- I knew I liked you for a reason-” he pulled another Pokeball off his belt: Houdini the Alakazam.

He nodded, “And hell yeah- my Weavile’s the biggest shit around.” he tossed his Pokeball up, letting Houdini free, “Now-”

The bullet rips into Giovanni’s shoulder and oh, it burns. He would never have expected a bullet would to burn. Distantly, he hears Silver scream… Oh, good. He’s alive.

That’s all that matters, Giovanni hazily thought as he slowly fell down, as through water.

As the water left its mark on the attacker, Silver turned back, watching as his father fell, before grabbing him and diving into the water, little thought given as the gills on his neck opened. This was supposed to heal him, right??

Let’s hope it worked for other people too. 

He tried to speak to his father. The mental link. Listen. It’s gonna be okay. Just... let me think.

you have like half a brain cell on a good day.

you share a brain cell with someone else and you never know when you get to have the brain cell. it's always a surprise and sometimes you have to fight over it 

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Giovanni couldn’t help but grimace a little. That must have been traumatising for Maria. He couldn’t even imagine.

“What happened after that?” he asked quietly.

What happened after? 

“I followed one of the other commanders, Charon, to Stark Mountain. He tried to summon Heatran to gain profit from the destruction. Then... Then I ran. Being a coward runs in the family, I guess. I went to Alola, where I met up with Silver again.” 

‘Oh yeah, I’m never one to turn down a battle,’ Bede said, barely managing a smirk as he was hauled along. He stared up at the much larger Pokemon once they came to a halt, and nodded.

‘Not bad. My first one was Solosis.’ He then laughed at Silver’s comment. ‘Good, ‘cause I didn’t think Team Aqua were recruiting any more.’

“Well shoot, kid. Name a time and place, and I’m down.” Silver stripped off his boots and socks and dunked his feet in the water, letting Callisto take a dive, the little legend cheeping happily at him. 

Giovanni frowned. “It’s not too much of a stretch, after hearing what you tried to - and did do. Blowing up a lake and trying to create a new world? Sounds very cultish to me.”

Mt Coronet… Giovanni has heard the name, but not much else.

“Isn’t it a culturally important place for Sinnoh or something?” he asked.

“Fair enough-” Mars didn’t look Giovanni in the eyes as she began to explain her past deeds, “So you heard about the lake. And our whole shtick. Well. It all came to fruition on Coronet. It’s said the whole world began from there.”

Do you remember that day? The day Cyrus was swallowed by the devil? By his own sins? 

Giovanni sat down on Maria’s couch and sipped his water, stomach starting to settle.

“He did, yes,” Giovanni said. “And I have to admit that the picture I got was… not very flattering.”

“Of course it wasn’t.”

Maria rolled her eyes at her father, near sneering at him. Of course Silver would screw that up. 

Giovanni’s posture collapsed in relief. “Thank you, Maria. Truly. I swear on my life that I won’t let you down again.”

He smiled a little at Neeble teasing Maria. How cute. It almost reminded Giovanni about when she was a child…

Mars huffed at the little alien Pokemon, who was simply content at this point, leaning back against the couch and flashing this lights. “I’d hope not. You’d have both me and Silver to worry about so...” 

‘Yeah, yeah, okay, hands off the air,’ Bede tutted, swatting Silver’s hand away before fixing his curls. ‘And I’m not an edgelord, I just know that I have talent.’

He had bristled a little at Silver’s words and being grabbed, though the older boy’s suggestion detracted from any potential hostility.

‘Cause problems? Show off our Pokemon? …Fuck it, I’m in.’

“That’s the spirit!” Silver grinned, Callisto flapping happily, “C’mon! We can even battle, if you’re up to it.” 

Silver near dragged Bede out of the city into the Wild Area, before finally releasing the poor boy, letting out Kaiyo, who stretched in the bright sunlight, growling deeply, “What do you think? This guy’s one of the three Johto Starters: Feraligatr.” 

“Don’t worry about the kitchen,” Giovanni said with a smile, “we can clean it up after we’ve eaten.”

He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Now do please serve me some of your lasagna.”

“Here- I already made a plate.” Silver gently took one of the plates and passed it to his father, still highly skeptical as to what he would think. He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeves.

Lance turned his head towards that voice. It was familiar, yet distant. His head followed after Silver’s speech, eye contact was absent, but looking in Silver’s general direction. ‘He knows the drill?’ He felt mocked at that comment, a bitter expression making an appearance on his face,‘To jog my memory?’ He would’ve hissed out a response if Silver didn’t continue. He knew who this was now, Silver a previous challenger, one that had challenged him face on - a common one that didn’t know he was blind.

“Yes, you are familiar, but you haven’t answered my question. Why are you here, what business do you have with the league?” The tone in the Dragon Master’s voice wasn’t one that rang near the realm of friendliness, but neither with active hostility. Irritated was a better word,“Since you know the "drill”, I have expectations for you. Ones that you should know.” Lance’s eyes narrowed, creating a falsehood of that he was staring right through the young man.

Those who were common around the Indigo Plateau knew how Lance truly behaved when he wasn’t behind the camera, not on the battlefield, and not around children. He didn’t mind showing his vexation in the slightest, Silver was on the Plateau, Lance’s grounds. Crossing his arms across his chest, he made a low “tch” noise, sucking air through his teeth for a short moment, making it known that he wasn’t in the mood for this behavior. Making it known he wasn’t going to allow himself to be disrespected.

“What? Can’t I visit after... eight years? Come see the league that whooped me into shape and made me stop being a prickly little asshole?” Silver bristled, before grinning. “And you should know, Champion, that I don’t follow expectations.” 

He looked the Champ up and down. Not much had changed, had it? Well, outside of the fact that he was now the same height as the Champion, rather then shorter then him. He looked a lot less impressive from an equal height. Volo headbutted his trainer nervously, almost asking him to stop snarking, but Silver near growled out what came next.