Old Platinum
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The gentle light of the morning brought a little luminous glow to the world that day. It brought a touch of warmth to what was shaping up to be a chilly day. Naturally, for a morning such as this, a local coffee shop found its lounge a bit crowded that day, forcing the rest of its patrons outside to rest on their benches and umbrella-topped tables.
The crowd consisted mostly of a younger crowd. Those young adults going for a spot of coffee before plunging into their jobs, teens doing the same before going to school or to train with their Pokemon, and everyone in-between stopping by for a little drink to warm themselves up.
Among this younger crowd was one who stuck out a bit in more ways than one. He was an older gentleman, huddled up on a bench by himself. A tall individual, he practically towered over the rest of the crowd. He was doing his very best to ignore everyone else, including his purchased cup of coffee that must not be up to his tastes.
A cooled breeze swam in the air, chilling the older man enough to have him clutch a black trench coat over his body to keep what little warmth he had in him. As he did so, those withering red eyes of his wandered for a moment, before locking with the irises of someone amid the crowd.
He could feel the sheer arrogance and pride that belonged to that trainer in those eyes alone. Just as quickly as they met, he tears his gaze away, unaware of an unspoken rule between trainers.
When their eyes meet, they must do battle no matter what.
