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He was losing his head. A poke center was the beginning of buzzing activity, constant motion. There were rules, very clear and concise, yet overlooked and jumped through on a regular basis. His arms were weighed down as part of a sanity test. Eyes as bright and as curious as Moltres were curious. Nails, full of outdated dirt and bitten down clawed. It may not go very far. There was the debate of course. The trainers of heart and soul had been nabbed away first, being the closest, as the glittering jewels of Suicune were unattainable. They chimed, they shouted, "RED! RED! A dash of color in the blizzard of shades from a top a mountain of legend. Our Red, our trainer, he should be dragged here with the preset of an NPC but with the probabilities of a trainer." Everyone else, those two thought, shamefully disagreed. Red will be will red wherever he come from, but it was his opposite that considered his original location. Such a lonely cartridge, such a silent pair. It was to wonder though, that the girl was standing still, silently contemplating the state of her partner.
The nurses, the misnamed staff, had already known that the diamonds and pearls could be retrieved without trouble, but this, this was exciting! The newcomers seemed so devoid of color, so dull, so dense. There was much to catch up on, much to upgrade. But the bracelet would always stay in place. It was between the lighter shades of pink, however, to keep this among themselves. All the colors would come to the future, to the brink of Pokemon technology, completing the shades of Black and White. They were just as excited, but equally matched in apprehension. The boy was uncertain, he had barely touched the forest while the girl was adamant, she had seen the rise and fall of a grand foe, and was now witnessing something new. There was the legend that Gold and Silver gleamed about, but had tarnished when the news had came. The advanced, after all, was no longer advanced, and the Red had not been burned, poisoned and slashed as the hailed NPC of the mountain was. He was new, he was so, so small. He had forgotten everything, and could not even bring with him the first pokemon of his past memories.
He had fallen asleep, his hand covering the bracelet, a thick and heavy metal protectant over a card that had been tipped over and emptied, yet contained burning information that had to be nipped and tucked. There were still people to bring over, trainers to transfer, like pokemon without even the items of their battles. The first duo gleamed once again. These trainers they knew, these trainers they had known so much, yet could hardly describe them. They had no regional badges, they had no familiar pokemon, outside of the ones traded to them and the desecendents of these trades, and yet, they were much more understandable than the lingo of shaded areas. It could only be hoped that the stubbornness of the third trainer, could be overlooked, and that she could be swept away in the hands of bridges before realizing, her entire reality has been hacked away to pieces. Her name, after all, fit her soon to be home than the fields of Platinum did. The problems of one way communication were great, but had one shining advantage however. It would appear the new born champion of Sinnoh has been abducted. Rumors would spread, though, that region was not an old one. The revered game sharks had risen under a new name, a misleading name, and they walked the earth as sweeping shadow, daring to breach the brittle presence of the fourth wall. It would be known that it was they who had taken her.