@ceriseme
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Unlike the common oogle of Pokémon he seemed to constantly be surrounded by at the Plasma Headquarters he actually enjoyed keeping up with the news in other parts of the world. Humans were fascinating. Their politics, their conflicts, their warped senses of morality and chaos and everything in between; they made everything so incredibly overly convoluted, but that made everything more exciting, too. Watching the news was like watching a play where all the actors were in for a bad time and you were just there because your sick sense of interest kept you from leaving, like turning your head toward a smouldering car crash on the side of the road while you pass it by. There were the Rockets in Johto and Kanto that popped up every once in a while, the Galactic goons in Sinnoh - though when it came to them he was less interested, something about their whole look made them seem too much like comic book antagonists - and of course Hoenn occasionally had some sort of flare up between not one but two groups. He could remember an indistinct news report on a raid on a space centre or an oceanic museum a while back, but as of late things almost seemed to be at a standstill with the red and blue teams.
Of course, the only reason they were even on his mind at all was because he was on Hoennese soil, small pebbles crunching beneath his boots while he ambled into one of the many caverns surrounding Mt. Chimney. Wing tips extended, brushing lightly against the sides of the cavern wall - a sort of extension so he could ‘see’ more properly, tail out to make sure nobody was behind him, always on the defensive.
That didn’t stop him from nearly jumping a mile high when the middle wing on his left side bumped up against something living, and something incredibly hot and living at that.
"-?! Who-?!”
