united_one | 004 ♖ [audio to Dragonite and Thomas/action for Nimbasa City]

[N is having a bad day. Well, he's been having a bad week, really.

When his Xtransceiver crackles to life, there is none of the usual video recordings he makes-- just audio... And said audio is, at first, just a cacophony of Pokemon voices: growling, chattering, chiming, and-- loudest-- barking. They seem to be a empathic to their trainer's discontent, which is apparent when he begins speaking.]

Dragonite? Thomas? Are you there? [Months in Unova or not, he's still not entirely sure how to use all the Xtransceiver's functions. He sounds tentative, and his voice is a bit gruff.]

... I need to talk to you both. As soon as possible. If either of you are in Nimbasa City already, find me. [He debates adding more to explain himself, but decides against it by cutting the feed. For all he knows, Miror B. has some way of hacking into his Xtransceiver. This is all frustrating; he doesn't like not having a plan, nor does he like turning to the pair for help. But he doesn't have much choice.

He waits outside Nimbasa's Musical Theater, watching trainers walk in and out of the doors, and occasionally glancing at the amusement park's ferris wheel, just barely visible from his people-watching spot. His Pokemon continue to squabble. Apparently, his Snivy, Nidorino, and Absol are debating over which of them is the strongest, while Darumaka and Zoroark try in vain to calm them. Meanwhile, Growlithe is just shouting about the magnificent bed he's made out of N's clothing. N rubs at his temples.]

I... have to think.

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[Zorua seems self-assured enough, and the Murkrow has been returned to her Pokeball. N should probably just let this go... But of course he doesn't.]

I despise trainers like you. [At his feet, Zoroark bristles, prepared for battle. N gestures to the Spinarak with a sweep of his hand.] Zoroark, Night Slash. [What do you mean this match-up isn't fair? He's trying to teach this twerp a lesson. Zoroark lunges forward, slashing at the Bug-type with her claws.]

[Even that one strike was enough to knock out Spinarak. Grimsley didn't even get a chance to give a command - the Pokemon just fainted.]

Heheh - see ya, Grimsley-boy! [Zorua then chuckled, as she fled into the distance. Of course, Grimsley couldn't understand that - but he was mad. And he blamed N, of course.

But he had lost all his Pokemon. And he knew that meant giving over some money. Urgh.] Hah... I suppose you think you're better then me. [He muttered, as he dug though his pants pockets. This wasn't his fault. He wasn't to be despised. It was because of his weak Pokemon.] But these aren't my good team. I bet you'd lose to them. [Yeeeah... he grows up a lot in the future.]

[He sighs.] Apologies, friend... [Apparently, that is aimed at the Spinarak he just KO'd. He doesn't make any movement to stop Zorua as she flees, though he does hear the little mention of the boy's name. Grimsley...

When he turns back to Grimsley, he first has a look of shock on his face. First Iris... and now Grimsley of the Elite Four? And as a child no less... N looks Grimsley over with renewed interest. But once the boy has finished what he has to say, N just gives an amused smile.]
Oh? Is that right? [He chuckles. He doesn't have to make a prediction; he knows he defeats Grimsley again as an adult. Time paradox or not, he knows that is true.

When he continues, he speaks with less superciliousness.] You are arrogant, Grimsley. You are treating your Pokemon like tools. Considering that... Yes, I am better than you. When you have no concern for those that fight for you, you are bound to be defeated.

[...He knew his name. Finally, somebody in this... place did. But, even if he did, that didn't make Grimsley like him like more at all. No, no, this man was bad. He stopped him from getting that Zorua. However, he can't help but give a small chuckle.]
These Pokemon - they are just tools. To get me back to Black City, that is. [And he hands over the money, grumbling under his breath.
He was a little calmer, though - so, time to brag.] Yes - my real Pokemon. Nobody has ever beaten me, when I've been with Spiritomb. [Wondertomb, thank you very much.]

[N scowls. Why does this Grimsley insist on being so insolent? N remembers the Grimsley of the future to be much more refined. He's starting to get angry.]
You are repulsive. Favoring one Pokemon over another, treating them as objects for your own gain-- it's disgusting.

I do not care that you have never been defeated. You do not have your Spiritomb now, and I just defeated your entire team with a single Night Slash. You are unable to realize your Pokemon's true potential, and that makes you a poor excuse for a trainer.

[Well, you're stuck with the 11-year-old brat. I'm so sorry, N. I really am.]
Yeah, well... [But you managed to shut him up, if only for a little. He couldn't think of a responce. He had just lost, after all - his parents had tried to teach him that if you were beat, your opponent was to be respected.

Even if he didn't want to respect this man. He let out a short growl, before putting his Spinarak back in it's Pokeball - and handing over some money. After all, that's the rules.] I'll be stronger then you. [He hopes... no, he knows. He'll have luck on his side, and find stronger Pokemon.]

[N looks at the money briefly, and wrinkles his nose in disdain.]
Keep it. I don't want your money. What I should be taking is your Pokemon. With your attitude, you have no right to them. [Yeah, he's apparently going to keep trying to bring Grimsley down as many pegs as he can.]

[Grimsley let out a small tsk, before starting to walk off, quite angry.

Damn this man.

He'll get more Pokemon, and he'll wreck him. And he'll get that Zorua, too.]

004 ♖ [audio to Dragonite and Thomas/action for Nimbasa City]

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