(( A teen from a fantasy world lives her day to day life in a kinder, more modern world, in search of far nicer adventures than those which marked her life to date.

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I just might

He’d let out a disparaging chuckle, his eyes looking Blue over once more before he walked away.

“Aww…did I strike a nerve?”

“Blue Oak? Grandson of the renowned Professor Samuel Oak? I’d have to be living under a rock to not know your names.”

Initially his face seemed to show vague amusement, but locking eyes with Blue his gaze revealed a cold, dark abyss.

“The famous Blue, speechless? I’d say I’m surprised, but you look like you just saw a ghost.”

He’d raise an eyebrow at the former champion?

“Hmm…?”

Now… what to do next

type, and a little imagination.

“I could lie and say it was to show you I mean business. A demonstration to show what could happen to you, or better yet because of you, at any type if you don’t put your talents to use for me. But to be honest, it was just for fun.”

To Elric, this was nothing. It was easy to see all the good and joy Pokemon could bring to the world, but there was always a darker side to it. Even the Pokédex entries for certain Pokemon told horrible stories of what they were capable of.

This? This was merely the result of a powerful Psychic

poor man and several others because she didn’t know how to behave.”

terrifying when given the proper instruction.”

As he spoke, other servers came, walking over the body to bring them a variety of foods and drinks, as if everything were normal.

“Like hypnotizing an entire restaurant and teaching each of its patrons the name of monster that took the life of this

He seemed completely unfazed by the death of the man in front of him, continuing to eat as he nodded towards her words.

“Of course. Let’s change the topic to something we both can appreciate, like Pokemon. Wondrous creatures aren’t they? Able to do so much on their own without us, yet so uniquely

bleed out, yet he remained perfectly calm, not even a scream.

The rest of the restaurant didn’t seem
To acknowledge this either, everything moving as normal.

pop it into his mouth, finishing the treat before he spoke again.

“After all, you’re my honored guest. Anyone here would die for you…literally.”

As he spoke, the manager stepped behind them, lifting a knife and calmly tracing along his neck with the tip. He’d immediately fall over and begin to

He followed her eye, and despite the elegance in her movement, he could see she was still on edge.

“You have nothing to worry about. I promise you, no one here will lay a finger on you, and when we are done with our conversation here, you’ll be free to leave.”

He’d take one of the appetizers and

could use later.

“Well, I could say you’d get more of this…the finer things in life. A type of freedom that you could learn to enjoy. Or, I could offer you payment. But I’m guessing since you’ve found your new home, maybe those things wouldn’t be of interest?”

He could tell the attention was getting to her, which was good because he wanted to get under her skin. He wanted to see how she handled pressure: how she moved, what she’d say.

There was something of interest in her last words. Not by herself, or a champion. Perhaps that would be something he

a good person. So you shouldn’t mind making a few poisons for me?”

“Let me guess. A little syndicate named after ambitions of traveling to the moon?” he teased.

Although they hadn’t ordered, small hors d’oeuvres were brought to their table and the staff seemed to focus on her as if she were the guest of honor.

“But I’m glad to hear it. As you’ve said, you’re not

As she cleaned her glasses, he’d slide her the menu, curious if she wanted some food.

“Is that so? That’s rather unfortunate, given your talents.”

He’d lean back into his chair, thinking for a moment.

“So what made you quit? Woke up and decided to be a better person? Or maybe it was for love?”

poison-maker. If anything, for their own sake.”

He’d pour himself another glass and have a sip as well, if anything to confirm to her that there was nothing wrong with the wine.

“Perhaps. But I’d argue for a person such as yourself it isn’t that odd. Any sensible person who works “underground” would probably want to keep tabs on the fabled

halfway.