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[color=ed1c24]Location - Off the Shore of Kanto[/color][/center]

The prince turned his attention to Diana, spotting her only when she spoke. He smiled, because after all Diana was a sign of how great the empire of Johto was. Coming from a heritage almost as great as his own, Diana had led many a battle, and had proven herself as a strategist. In truth, ht was always amused by her nature. So calm, and collected. In a way he was jealous of that. But... How much had she heard? It didn't matter, but part of him was making an internal note to be careful about speaking in public. Again. Celebi took a seat on the railing of the ship, watching the prince carefully. The time traveler didn't speak much to anybody that wasn't Hemlock. Not that it didn't trust others, but because Hemlock was the only person it needed for the time being. Fixing the timeline came first. 

[color=f26522]"Ah, Diana."[/color] He held out his hands, as if aiming to embrace her, but he didn't step any closer, and took a step back if she tried to. [color=f26522]"Well, I have a few plans to be honest."[/color] He looked to the troops, who were already bringing in a group of four pidgeottos. [color=f26522]"I'll leave the choice up to you, alright?"[/color] He smiled, and held up three fingers. [color=f26522]"One, we attack. The element of surprise will allow us to take the prince easily. The second option may be more your style. We infiltrate the tavern as travelers, watching for the prince, and capturing him when he leaves. The third... We pretend to be Kanto mercenaries, who want to help the prince. He'll naturally be in disguise, this close to our territory. He'll be needing allies of course, and may be more than willing to hire a mercenary."[/color] Hemlock ticked down each, by dropping a finger. [color=f26522]"Now, all three have benefits. The Prince of Kanto will be desperate you see. He'll be needing allies, since his army will be focused entirely on my brother's forces to the south."[/color] Hemlock said the words 'my brother' with pure spite. His gaze drifting back to the see. 

Prince Yew and Hemlock were not friends. Most of the royalty weren't. Their father's idea of finding the right heir was always to place his children one against the other. It was always a challenge, always a fight, and Hemlock's status had always been challenged. The other brothers had formed alliances to defeat him, and while they all failed, it made Hemlock's childhood very lonely. His allies though came in generals, and members of the court. Individuals like Diana were his power, not his siblings or some tender hope of being king. [color=f26522]"Once you are ready, we shall leave."[/color] He reached onto his belt, an apriball marked with the skull of an ancient pokemon. His own personal touch to each. From it formed Famine, his aerodactyl. [color=f26522]"We shall land a distance from the tavern, and then go the rest by foot."[/color] Hemlock smiled, and looked Diana in the eyes for one last thing to say. [color=f26522]"And do make a good choice. This is very important to me."[/color]