[color=ed1c24]"Abusing? I am not abusing any power, nor am I flaunting anything; that. That was a display of my agony, a life trapped in another realm for millenia whereupon my only contact with another being is by watching from that world.The first humans I had ever encountered was when some fool tried to shackle Dialga and Palkia, and unwittingly made me appear instead."[/color]

David analysed him as he spoke, genuine emotion and pain behind his words but an expression like a lake at sunrise. Calm without a single ripple. He felt something empathize with the pain, despite himself never having lived a life of being trapped. Something deep within resonate his emotions and to his surprise... he understood. The pain of being sealed away, the pain of being rejected and watching the people who once worshiped you turn and revolt against your king. To spend eternity sealed away, too powerful for the world with his only escape coming with the condition of slavery. [color=f7941d][b]Don't. Trust. Humanity.[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24]".... you cannot comprehend what I have suffered, and you would be a fool to even so much as make an attempt to!"[/color]Germaines voice had become a torrent of passion and feeling and something inside David was comprehending his hellish prison. The pain of being locked away, what was Germaine doing to him? That voice in his head... had Regirock spoken to him? He zoned out, desperate to hear it again. He needed to understand, he had to know. Why couldn't he trust humans?

Then Wells snapped him out of it was an explosive attack on Porygon, it seemed content with it's power and started to speak towards Germaine. Then it happened. The true power of an Avatar, his arm embodying what it was to have the brutal raw energy of a dragon. The explosive attack sent the drone spiraling. David tightened his fist. Germaine may have had a point, his pain was clear and he had felt the right to use his power how he had seen fit but there was a host of innocent pokemon around. Pokemon that didn't deserve to be harmed. He could hate humanity, but it was unfair for his cruelty to expand to the rest of the pokemon. He had to fight. He felt an energy build within his chest, electrical energy from deep within. Something a human body shouldn't have been able to conjure, but then the diamond girl and a young boy stood up and the words they spoke grounded his head to the ground. He was being rash, Germaine was not an enemy. He shouldn't have made the entrance he did, but he didn't want to bring harm to anyone, not yet at least. If he wanted to hurt people, he had proved that he could. 

[color=ec008c]“As an avatar, you have ample time... ”[/color] she remarked. [color=ec008c]“Oh, and several trigger-happy avatars as well. Your call there.”[/color]
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"She's right...so please . . . ”[/color]

The exchange resonated a lot of emotional energy felt in the audience. The organizers of the event would be freaking out, many people would be nervous or anxious around the avatars now. One thing was for sure, the young boy and the girl where both going to be considered symbols of peace and negotiation between everyone for a little while. They had proven a point, speaking to him calmed him down and his anger and rage seemed to drip from his face, leaving a calmer expression. Germaine, Wells, Vuduin and himself would have fans of a different caliber but those wouldn't be present until the tournament. The festival had been to celebrate the avatars, and the public finally had something real and in-front of them to base their love and affection on. 

The tension started to wind down, the Darkrai and Giritina avatars both left the climactic scene without much more fuss and as Germaine left David felt the tension that had built up inside of him rise up and leave. There wasn't something right about what he was, that much was for sure. He wasn't like the other avatars. He at the very least seriously felt the pain swell up from inside his soul. He felt that grief that Giritina felt, or worse the process of the two souls melding had caused him to live the estranged beasts memories. Quiet whispers and murmurs started to build as the plaza returned to it's normal state, people going back to having fun even if they felt a little more on edge then before. 

[i]'That could have gone worse'[/i] 

The little blue tortoise had once again, a docile and laid-back expression plastered on his face. How had he felt the full force and anticipation of the climactic skirmish but the little pokemon still remain as cool as a Cacturne? 

[color=9e0b0f]"You don't say?"[/color] David muttered, his body starting to tremble a little as the effects of the adrenaline wore off. His head wasn't thinking straight, he needed food and a lot of it. [color=9e0b0f]"You up for a snack? I need something to get rid of these shakes"[/color] 

[i]'I'm following you boss, lead the way!'[/i]

David stretched himself out a little, and moved to grab a registration pack. The forms turned out to be just quick formalities that didn't take much time, and had all his essential information in no time. As the rock-headed duo started to walk away from the registration center in search of food, he noticed the pink-haired girl from before. [b]Don't.[/b] He took a heavy breath, and made his way towards her. It was easy to call others out on mistakes, but doing it himself? That was harder. [b]Trust.[/b] If anything, making friends with the other avatars wasn't the worst decision in the world was it? [b]Humanity.[/b]

[color=9e0b0f]"That was a brave thing to do girl, you have my gratitude and my respect. I was rash, and acted callously. One can get into a habit of attacking first and asking questions later. My name is David Stone, the avatar of Regirock. This is Tirtouga"[/color] He spoke with a more friendly tone to his voice, but his words still coming across as serious and carefully selected. There was an underlying awkwardness to him, as if despite the disciplined image he projected of himself he had very little social experience. He thrust out an open hand, offering a handshake as a show of respect rather then formality.