MORE UNOVA-AU STUFF

[50shadesofprotag]

HILDA HAS MADE HER GLORIOUS RETURN

GOLD HAS APPEARED



THE SUBWAY HAS BEEN VERY RELAXED AND QUIET, BUT HOW LONG IS THAT GOING TO LAST WITH THESE TWO RECENTLY ARRIVING IN UNOVA?

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[nharmony]

And that Rosa defeated their revival. It's better for everyone, Pokémon and human alike, that they're gone.

[tsuntrader]

[Genetic engineering. That's what his father did to create Mewtwo, wasn't it?

Team Plasma and Team Rocket aren't that different. ...He'll have to ask Rosa about the revival later.]

At least it's in the past now. [For now. He doesn't trust Teams that have been taken down to stay down, especially after a revival...

...But Unova has heroes that can take care of it.

He turns to Genie.] You heard the guy. No one's gonna hurt you anymore, especially not if I have anything to say about it.

[nharmony]

[Genie is still suspicious, but it calms him to see N so remorseful on his behalf, that he's finally starting to chill out.

N keeps his hand on Genie, rubbing his head soothingly.]

The past is past... let this Hero's friend bring you a happy life, Genesect.

[There's a pause before it grumbles something.]

...Yes. Genie, of course.

[tsuntrader]

[...Heh.] So you really do like that name. [He's pushing his luck, but he does try to offer up his hand to pet it. When Genie lets him, he headpats it, but he keeps things brief to keep it from getting too uncomfortable.]

[nharmony]

Be gentle, and show him that your touch is always loving... even if you cannot hear his voice, he can hear yours and feel your touch.

[tsuntrader]

...You're kinda weird, but you're still pretty cool.

[Regardless, he nods.] Thanks.

[nharmony]

[N shakes his head and smiles, stepping back to give Genie space.]

If you know where Hilda is, then I'll come along. I need to see my friend once again, after all this time.

[tsuntrader]

I'm not sure where she is right now, but I contacted her already. [Look, Pokégear!]

She'll call back eventually. Until then, you're stuck with me.

[nharmony]

I'll tell my friends they can go back to their homes, then. Wait here.

[He goes and chats with the team of Pokémon, sending them off. Only the Zoroark stays at his side.]

[tsuntrader]

[...?

N, what did you-] Aren't they yours?

[nharmony]

Is Hilda yours? Or are you hers?

[N simply smiles.]

They come to play and battle with me when they so wish. Those few like to play with me during the summer, when they feel strongest.

[tsuntrader]

[...Well, okay. He looks over at Weavile for a second to consider it.]

...I think I get it. [You're weird]

[nharmony]

[He is, indeed.]

As I said... there will come a day when humans don't need PokéBalls to befriend Pokémon.

[But first, let's get out of this dank horrible place! Although as N heads outside, surprisingly in a rush, his Zoroark stops Silver before they climb the stairs.]

[tsuntrader]

[Yeah and that day is the day that they can use them for practical uses, like carrying giant pokemon around- oh wait, that's what they already...

...Can. Can he help you, Zoroark?]

[nharmony]

[Zoroark gestures for Silver to follow. It leads to a downwards staircase, glancing back only briefly before disappearing into the dark.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Well this doesn't seem dangerous at all.

After a moment of consideration, he pats Genie on the head- mind heading back into your ball? Yeah? Thanks dude- before he and Weavile follow Zoroark to... Wherever he's leading them.]

[nharmony]

[Zoroark continues! And it's stopped outside a particular door, and it's holding a lit torch. It knows Flamethrower, after all. It holds the torch out for Silver to take, while stepping aside so that he may enter the room.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Yeah, this isn't weird at all.

Alright, Zoroark. They're heading in.]

[nharmony]

[Well then! Enjoy the sight of N's room. There's a little bit of structural damage, but the room doesn't seem to be quite in that much awry. It's a creepy room, however... and all over the walls are scratches, clearly from Pokémon. Dried, flaky brown spots. Toys with holes in them from sharp teeth.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Did a battle take place here?...

-What's with all the toys? Man, these look kinda cool. Too bad they're ruined.

...That's for a skateboard, isn't it? Wow-]

[nharmony]

[Hilda gave the account on this a long time ago. Long before she first disappeared. Long before Team Plasma's attempt at a revival.

Ghetsis, who I think is N's dad, only took in N to mold him into the "perfect hero"...

He did that by trapping N as a little kid in his room and only introducing him to abused Pokémon.

The zoroark vanished, but instead there was a small boy, remarkably reminiscent of N, standing right behind Silver. He was clawed, battered, and bruised... but clutching onto a tiny Zorua. Though the two appeared to be crying, there was no sound, as Zoroark could not create the illusion of it, leaving only the crackling of the fire on the torch and the faint crumbling of the structure making noise.]

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[tsuntrader]

[He can vaguely remember what Hilda told him, but seeing the illusion makes sure it's fresh in his mind.

He knows that look. He knows that look.

Silver takes a second look around the room with a different look on it, this time- by the time he's done, he's shaken at what probably happened in this room.]

[tsuntrader]

[He's definitely got anger bubbling up, but he keeps calm and keeps his voice steady. He starts to kneel down; this... That's a Zorua, right? Zoroark wanted to show him this..]

I'm sorry. [...] Did you want me to understand him? To understand both of you?

[nharmony]

[The Zoroark drops its illusion, staring at Silver for a time before whisking out the door and up the stairs again. It shared what needed to be shared.]

[tsuntrader]

[...He's not entirely sure what to make of that reaction, but he glances at Weavile, quickly lets out Feraligatr to put out the torch, and heads back out to find N.

Should he say anything? Should he keep quiet?...]