[h2][color=darkturquoise]Devon the Totodile[/color][/h2][b][Lilac Meadow][/b]

[@Shiny Keldeo][@Polaris North][@Ninian]
In the unconscious void of the former humans mind, a voice from the past called out to him. 

[color=Gold][i]"You're such an idiot Devon."[/i][/color] 

An irritated sigh echoed through the space.

[color=darkturquoise][i]"Yeah yeah I know. Quit ripping on me will ya? It's not helping this gash..."[/i][/color]

The first voice laughed at the second's disapproval. 

[color=gold][i]"Haha! Come on man, this happens to you like everyday! Scratched, bitten, kicked, peaked, you're like a Pokémon's punching bag! You sure nature doesn't hate you?"[/i][/color]

[color=darkturquoise][i]"Pretty sure. I just haven't found the right Pokémon yet. Just you wait! I'll find one that likes me! I know I will!"[/i][/color]

A sigh came from the other voice, and what one would assume was a shrug. 

[color=gold][i]"Whatever you say, Punching Bag."[/i][/color]

~~~

In the arms of the Mawile, the Totodile would squirm a bit in his sleep, now painfully alone in his mind due to the absence of the other voice.

[color=darkturquoise][i]Jason...?[/i][/color]