Hm...

"...and here's 682 Poke." I did not expect that my magnetism would end up attracting hundreds of Poke. I had about 2,236 Poke from several parties who had teleported into the large room recently. I didn't lose my cool from the intimidation, and just let the Poke orbit around me as a way of coping. Of course, as expected, nobody really believed it was accidental. So, with my analytical ability, I managed to pick out the amount of Pokes taken from certain Pokemon and return it to them. Some were honest, some weren't. Heck, even the officer in the room at the time was kind enough to pull away some unarceusly Pokemon, without even giving them cuts or injuries. Aside from bruises, but you got my point.

I returned 135 Poke to Kamina, left 135 Poke to myself, and gave back at least 1,500 Pokes. I had... 466 Pokes left. As frustrated as I felt, I wasn't going back to my team mates any time soon.

"Hey! I had 500 Pokes!"

"Do the math. Or better, keep track of your Pokes." After about two more minutes, I was out of there, with Pokes of mine and Spruce's jiggling around. Two large doors to suit bigger Pokemon (which still didn't fit some, as they had to crouch) and I was in the open world. [i]Oh... I hate late afternoons. They just feel bad in general.[/i] I wish I thought that to be more normal. Instead, I thought: [i]Seek El Eco yep.[/i] That itself didn't make sense. A code in a code was annoying as it is, but of course I would've had Davis figure it out for me. Unfortunately, he wasn't here. So, I was figuring it myself as I bumped into occasional Pokemon, unaware of my surroundings. Perfectly normal buildings seemed unnatural in a way. "Watch it!" I dazily said, settling down on a chair whilst catching a Honedge's raspberry. "Kids..." I muttered, slightly jealous of his decorated and shining holster.

[i]Cop Eek see Lye[/i]
[i]El poke sec eye[/i]
[i]Peck eye leose[/i]

Okay, that was fraudulent Spansih, or whatever. I just thought I had an idea from the word 'El.' "Oh, grow up already." I groaned, ready to repulse the annoying, dagger-sized Honedge away in five seconds.

"Whatcha gonna do?" Suddenly, parent turns up in this small alley by passing through a little crowd that had followed her. Obviously, she had more decorations than the little kid. Seemed strict, as well as influential. She also had this odd notepad with... scribbles, as well as names from other Pokemon. Who did that? Teachers? Davis would point out how mainstream education died out decades ago. "Marshall, please don't hassle the bigger boy."

"Madam, I'm only... er..." I had forgotten my age. Both 'biologically' and chronically. I lost count because I spent A LONG time in that house... "Okay, I see why you have reason to believe I'm young. But I'm not, really!"

"Oh, you poor thing. I'd love to support you, but... I'm kinda busy with my son." She wasn't joking. Both of them looking richer than me. Fancy tassels, son's holster made from refined metals... well, I got some metals that were obviously not refined. Just smelted into an alloy. Plus, they were dulling rather quickly, if not getting noticeably etched by claw marks. "You know, he was recently born-"

"You can't catch me, you can't catch me!" Urgh. His frequency of voice was getting to me, like a chainsaw... how could that filthy rich woman handle that little rascal!?

"I can see that. Keep a close eye on him, otherwise he's gonna cause a lot of trouble." I said, calmly, somehow. Because something amazing was happening in my mind...

[i]Keep close eye[/i]

"Jesus [EXPLETIVE]ing Christ!" I quickly popped out of my seat, to the shock of the mother and son, and zoomed off towards the pair that were Celes and Spruce. Because, she was about to smack me, or berate me. Either way, I wanted to get away.

A simple jolt of speed was all that I required. I was at (what would be considered) a walking pace by the time I reached them.