#basicmegane

Right now, she had been in a region called Unova by the people that lived there, so the nightmares must have spread fast to the point they were invading different people in different regions. How could Darkrai do such a thing, she wondered... It was getting out of hand quickly, too quickly. 

Shaking off her thoughts, the Pokemon floated downwards towards the ground, a schoolhouse coming into view as the Pokemon stopped in front of the door, somewhat hesitating on entering. What if someone was still in there? Cresselia couldn't decide what to do- then a door slammed open, and a black haired male had saw her. 

Even with a map in hand, Falkner had managed to get himself lost. Every street looked the same to him, and his manner of dress had him horridly standing out. When he had agreed to pick up a shipment of Pokemon medication from the Pokecentre in Castelia City, no one had told him how large the city was. Trying to match buildings to squares on the map was a puzzle in itself, not to mention the fact the back alleys were not accounted for. It would have been so much easier to find the telltale red roof from the sky, but with the excess of sky scrapers and blimps in the metropolis, he wasn't sure such would be a good idea.

And what sort of city didn't have directional markers leading to their all-important Pokecentre anyhow? He squinted down at the map again, trying to make sense of the legend across the top. Weren't those usually down the side--?

...Oh.

A frustrated groan managed to escape his lips before he remembered he was in public, hurriedly straightening his back again to look composed. It took more effort than he was willing to admit not to throw the offending paper to the ground, settling for stuffing it unceremoniously into his travel pack. He'd been putting it off as a last-ditch resolve, but having been shown he would never aspire to being a cartographer, he would have to ask for directions.

Aspertia City. Basculin, Basculin and more Basculin. Who was even hatching a Basculin anyway, there seemed to be plenty of them here. Fea griped in her head. She was fine with going to different regions to research environments for her brothers, and she was down with going to uninhabited areas to find some data they lacked- But really, she had done enough skulking and scrounging for them to be able to hatch a f^cking Basculin.

But no, there was more in the water than just Basculin they said- she didn't see much else but they claimed their was. And should the opportunity for her to escape examining the small pond in the corner of the city arise in the form of Unovas Trainers School, where there was bound to be someone to tell her what she already knew- "There's nothing but v in the f^cking water."- Fea was going to take it.

"Whoa hey, thanks a lot, Cheren! Haha, and I could always use an extra pair of socks! Because walking in water and not changing them after a while is...pretty bad." Not that he needed to know that, but still. Hue was always prone to dishing out too much information. "Whoa, and some Ultra Balls, too!? Aren't those things like expensive? Man, it sounds like you spent a lot on me. Thanks, man! I'll definitely enjoy them!"

"But now I feel kinda bad that I didn't...y'know. Get you anything. I-I'll be sure to, though! You can count on that. I'll wait in Castelia City's biggest mall if I have to. 'Cause...well. I just feel really bad for not getting you anything."

Hue was not one to return to places he had already passed through unless said place had something to do with Team Plasma; even if the name of those black-clad hoodlums was a in a sentence, he would be bolting right off the place they were last seen. But this time, Team Plasma was, thankfully, not the reason he was taking a brief detour back to his home, Aspertia City. There was something else he needed to do there -- or rather, there was someone he needed to talk to.

For ever since the big fiasco in Driftveil City, Hue was indebted to the Normal-type Gym Leader for helping both him and his childhood friend defeat the Plasma grunts. Honestly, if it wasn't for him, well...Hue figured he and his friend might as well have been cindered toast. Thus, as he clambered up the stone steps of the Trainer School and pushed the doorway open, the boy's spiky head moved to and fro in search of the black-haired Leader. But all he saw were...little kids. And even when he'd politely knelt down on one knee to ask them where Cheren was, they would only stick out their tongues and refuse to say.

After multiple pleas and polite offers, Hue's short fuse had finally reached its limit. With furrowed brows, Hue laid a hand on one of the little kids' head. "Now listen here you little--" Suddenly, he heard a pair of familiar footsteps make their way into the classroom. When he turned around, Hue's eyes widened in half-horror.

"Oh, Cheren!" And it was then that he realized it looked like he was practically terrorizing a kid out of the blue. Figured. He quickly shoved his hand back into his jacket's pocket and stood upright, tossing a soft laugh out into the air.