cambox | Da Future

[And so they go in! The crowd's a little confused when some guy with a weird looking cane that looks kind of like Unova's champion and familiar in some other way for the older fans comes in. They even quiet down, whispering among each other- some people think he's crazy, some people think he's stupid.

But the crowd is irrelevant while he's fighting. It's years in the future; he doesn't recognize half of the gym leaders, Pokémon- what's a Fairy-type?- and even some moves, but that's fine.

Ursaring cleanly cleaves through his first two opponents anyway.

It's a sight to behold; their movements are precise and fluid and the crowd eats it right up. It may be similar to Barett's dad, but at the same time, it's still very different.

What's most different, of course, is the energy that goes into it.]

[Barett is impressed! He knows watching on a screen is nothing like being in the crowd, or being on the stage - but he's content to sit and watch, petting his ninetales to keep himself relaxed, a broad smile on his face. His dad didn't battle like this, did he? Maybe he did, a long time ago. Barett ponders on that...]

[It's the final match! This one is more of a challenge- only using Ursaring doesn't cut it- so he pulls out another one of his friends.

Rhyperior. The crowd goes nuts when he hops right on top of him to go into battle.

Three guesses on who wins in the end, and the first two don't count.]

[Awesome! Barett's waiting to meet Silver as he leaves, a broad grin on his face.]

That was incredible.

[If by incredible you mean incredibly loud, then yes.]

Made me feel kinda outdated, but... Thanks. [He learned from the best, so...]

Hah hah, you are kind of behind on the times, I guess...

[His voice is so low and quiet, in this noisy building.]

Let's go, there's a lot more to see in Driftveil. I need to pick up some herbs from the market.

[...He hears people coming in their direction. He can also hear them mumbling about him.

...Yep he's hoisting Barett up and running out of here not dealing with any attention nope come on Weavile]

[Whoa! Barett's light as a feather for as tall and unwieldy as he is, but he does grab onto Silver in surprise.]

What're you--

Breathe easy and act natural. I want to avoid attention, but you're too slow.

[And you know your lungs and all]

Which way do we go?

[Yep yep he's just gonna casually run out of the main area of the PWT with Barett in tow-]

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[Barett's dumbfounded, but ninetales goes on and runs ahead.]

If you can, follow ninetales??

[Can do. Weavile helps by running right next to Ninetales- the sound of Weavile's footsteps is distinct to him.

And so they run! And run. You know, until Silver has to stop for air himself, so he sets Barett down and does that breathing thing.

The market is visible, but, you know. Silver can't tell.]

[Barett's a little stunned, and, well, winded. Even if he was carried, he sort of held his breath for the duration. So he pulls out one of the handkerchiefs his father made him (with his name enscribed and everything!) and coughed into it some, taking careful deep breaths.]

Do you... [cough cough ahem] ...do stuff like that a lot?

[Oh jeez... Once he catches his own breath, he'll at least rub Barett's back a little. Sorry about that.]

I don't usually attract attention or have people that wouldn't be able to keep up. [Phew...] ...Gold sucks up any attention now, so I don't have to worry about it as long as I'm with him.

[...Not that he's with Gold right now, but hey. He will be whenever he gets home. He thought he was dead for five years, he can wait a few months to get back home and see him- and Crys and Green and Yellow and Blue- again.]

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[ah hah hah...

Barett appreciates the back rub, patting Silver on the shoulder to show his thanks.]

Mom got dad sort of famous, so you'll probably get some level of attention no matter what...

...Great.

[Do you guys have a pseudo Mt. Silver he can chill on?]

Hahah. It's okay... Blue's more famous than anything else, right now. She'll probably get all the attention.

...She's the champion. She must be drowning in attention.

She loves it either way, so it's well enough. She splits off from me and dad sometimes so that the press don't bother us. But she's never really unhappy to give them an interview.

[She really is super happy and optimistic...]

...You okay now?

Hmm? Oh, no, I've been fine. It's just a cough.

[Apparently it gets a lot worse, despite his coughing sounding really gross.]

[...He never wants to be around for that...]

Okay. Let's head to this market you were talking about, then.

[You just might be, it's not uncommon these days. Blue was hesitant to let Barett go without her, even if he insisted that he'd be fine.]

We're just outside of it. It'll have a lot of really great smells, it's nice.

[He leads Silver into the market! Mmm spices and fruits and goods, it all smells great.]

[...Aaaahhhhh, it smells so nice in here. It's invigorating.

He's got a little spare change on him, so he's definitely gonna ask about a good smelling fruit in particular- they're actually Qualot berries!- and get a few of them. One for him, one for Weavile, one for Barett.

Don't ask him where he got the money- he's probably gonna lie.]

[Alas, Barett assumes the best. Obviously, winnings from battle, right?

Barett himself is picking out some herbs for Pokémon medicine, despite his ninetales' upset whining.]

Oh, shush. I know it's gross, but it's good for you.

[Yeah. Winnings from battle. Sure.]

Why not get berries or Potions? ...You can mix them with berries too, can't you?

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