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★ ★ —  “Poppo, get back here!” The call followed after a small Pidgey as the bird zipped off, flying ahead of its Trainer as it weaved in between a stand of nearby trees. The Pokemon was easily recognizable as belonging to someone with it’s bright colored scarf and two small stars painted on each cheek, but that still wouldn’t stop the Pidgey from dive bombing at the next person it saw either.

Thankfully, its ‘attack’ was stopped in midair as its Trainer called called the Flying-type back into its ball.

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    Reshiram and Kyruem have been separated, the void dragon driven back into the frigid caverns it calls home.  Under the pressure of a second total defeat at the hands of the same teenager, Ghestis snapped, left little more than a gibbering vegetable.  Colress has surrendered himself to the authorities, already enthusiastically negotiating a plea deal that will no doubt end with him a free man.  The long and short of it?  Team Plasma’s finished, for good this time.  It certainly hasn’t been a clean or pretty affair and I arrived fashionably late to pull everyone’s collective rears out of the metaphorical fire, but as far as the authorities are concerned, this case is closed.

     As for myself, I still have a personal matter to settle.

    “N!!”  I yell out for the moss haired man tending to his white dragon, the wind whipping their flowing locks atop this cliff-side outside the Giant Chasm.  

    Thankfully, Reshiram’s back on her feet and her own dragon again, but she’s obviously been worn out by everything she’s been through today.  In contrast, Zekrom stands proudly by my side with his chest puffed up, unwilling to recognize the exhaustion he’s no doubt feeling after all the work he’s put in today.  The scene’s the same as it was that day almost two years ago.  The winner and loser were decided.  The king here gracefully acknowledged as much himself.

    And yet here I am, still hung up on a fight I supposedly won.  Some hero I turned out to be.

     I close the distance between us in a timely fashion, our twin dragons looming over our comparatively diminutive forms.  “I was worried you were gonna take off again.  Considering our history, can you really blame me?”

    The ancient kings our dragons served caused the singular entity they once were to divide into three.  Their conflict only brought about the suffering of people and Pokemon alike.  Perhaps the legend of Unova’s founding wasn’t meant to propagate a conflict between champions of truth and ideals.  Maybe we were supposed to take a different lesson from it.

    Even when I’ve wanted nothing more to punch him in his smug face, there’s one thing I’ve never disagreed with N on.  No matter how much of his life was manufactured as a part of Ghestis’ scheme, I know N loves Pokemon just as much as I do.  I only wish it didn’t take me knocking some sense into him for him to realize people like us aren’t in the minority.

It had been a while since Nate had seen N. After all, probably the last time he saw the man was after the Kyurem incident, and the time before that was in that broken-down castle the man had grew up in. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind seeing him again; after all, N was a cool guy, especially the whole talking with pokemon part.

It was curiosity, however, that made Nate come to Dragonspiral Tower. It was... well... a long time ago since the first Plasma incident, the time where they had raided this tower. Nate didn’t even learn about this event until he started reading up on Interpol files relating to what Team Plasma had done. Now, he was here, Lucario by his side, wanting to see the historic location.

The breached wall seemed to have been partially sealed off; Nate’s guess was that there was some issues with the restoration. Still, it was large enough for him to step inside. Scanning the room, Nate looked in awe at how magnificent the first room looked, even though it was hella old. Lucario, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care as much, instead noting someone behind them that was... very familiar. Turning around, Nate immediately noticed a familiar face, eyes brightening up as he began to wave frantically towards the man.

Gabriel wasn’t lost. He wasn’t. 

He knew exactly where he was, he just wasn’t sure where ‘here’ related to ‘everywhere else’ at the moment.

There were a couple of things he DID know, though: He was laying on a big patch of grass which was { just to be consistent with his previous strokes of ‘luck’ probably. He hoped his dad was at least getting a laugh out of this } uncomfortably wet, the tips of his blonde hair were burnt and he was SORE in capital letters.

All in all, he considered it a success since he was still able to complain. 

Thank goodness for small favors.

“ Hey pal, you’re blocking the sun. ”

[★] → A hand reached forward, flicking the sunglasses he’d had resting over his eyes up with a satisfying click. A figure off in the distance had caught his attention, enough for Green to actually bother shifting in his chair instead of continuing to soak up the soothing summer sun like he should’ve. He wasn’t sure what stood out about the kid, but plenty of time spent traveling told him there was something not right with the others’ behavior.

The day had been rather uneventful. He’d wandered around Lumiose, doing various things and picking up some new things for his house. Before he went to head home, he decided to stop in one of the many cafe’s in the city. He’d ordered a coffee and a donut, then went to take a seat. 

Several minutes passed before another person entered, someone that immediately caught Kira’s attention. Oh boy. Was that really the energy he was sensing? He got up from his spot, coffee in hand as the pastry had long since disappeared. He approached the other without hesitation, leaning against the counter beside him. “Interesting to meet someone like you here.” A slight grin crossed the legendaries face.

❱❱ “Hold up! You say this thing’s followin’ me because of why?” The ‘thing’ in question had been a small electrified horse that most around this world would’ve called a ‘blitzle’. For whatever reason, the animal had become overly attached to the duelist to the point of following him everywhere...but Yugo hadn’t ventured to this world to become some escaped zoo animal’s play toy.