[TartoonHand94]

Picking up on Bisharp’s lowly chuckle, Clucky realized was merely being goaded and retorted with an irked roll of his eyes and snort of from his nostrils. As much as he’d love to melt that steel pike right off his dark little head, the Blaziken knew they were on the same team and breaking out into a fight would only hinder the mission. Instead, they would settle their rivalry on who gets Ghetsis first. He’d show him and that big shot Braviary too who’s boss.
Entering the soft drink parlour, Clucky looked to his trainer, eagerly awaiting the order to burn the place down.

Purple was looking down at his shoes, expecting Black to repeat what she said to the shop keeper. But much to his surprise, she agreed and much to his delight, with the smile back in her voice too!
He lifted his eyes back up to find was her beaming right at him. This was so Alpha! With Black back to herself again, once they had their bottles and straws in hand, they could get right back to tracking down Team Plasma’s… Error 404 Message Not Found. In an instant, all his plans and initiatives were lost in the glow of her beautiful smile. It was all just static and heart beat now. At this point, his determination to not lose his cool was the only thing keeping him from descending into a blissful daze.,
“So, what shall quench the splendid wench?” Purple suavely asked Black as he eagerly bounced up onto the stool next to her. “And what’ll it be for the Braviary?” He felt like a million pokédollars. And if he had even a fraction of that money, maybe this spending wouldn’t be so reckless.

Kappinapple wrapped a hand around his team mate’s shoulder, inviting him to bask in the precious sight of their trainer ordering a girl a drink for the first time. Their little boy was growing up.
Clucky, however seemed a bit annoyed by the development. Wholeheartedly agreeing with White, he brushed the webbed hand right off.
With Team Plasma right here where they wanted them, this was no time for goofing off like this.
While Nintenda agreed that this was indeed no time to commence a recess, she was in fact already engaged in a break, only halfway through nibbling her Pokébean. To interrupt her Pokébean for anything would be an inutile endeavour.

Speaking of interruptions, another trainer entered the soft drink parlour, this one accompanied by Mienshao. That clumsiness sure was familiar and it caught Team Purple’s attention.
“Colo~!” Kappineapple quaked in approval of her outfit. There was something about her choice of green orange and white that really resonated with the Ludicolo. Much to his surprise and delight, White recognized her and greeted her with a great big hug. That’s the second cutest thing he’d seen all day.
Clucky on the other hand approved of the fact that she came intending to stop Team Plasma too. Perhaps she and White can set a better example together and… Were they getting drinks too?
The Ludicolo could only laugh as the Blaziken facepalmed.

Without anyone holding him back, Bisharp went ahead and barged into Team Plasma’s secret base.
“Lazi...!” Not wanting to be left in the Steel/Dark type’s dust, Clucky anxiously tugged on his trainer’s sweater.
“Oh, did you want something too, boy?” Purple turned to ask as if being reminded of the rest of the world around him. What Clucky wanted was to get back to the mission, which he communicated by impatiently pointing at the door to Team Plasma’s lair.
“Clucky, if you need ‘use it’, just go ahead.” Purple dismissed his Blaziken with a whisper before turning back to the counter.
Refusing to wait any longer, Clucky entrusted Purple’s supervision to Kappineapple and went to ‘use it’ by joining Bisharp and Demifiend through the door. Catching up to his competent comrades, the Blaziken took the initiative to cover their rear should Team Plasma grunts try to flank them.

[Coolshaymin]

"... I missed you too," Bianca replied after a moment, hugging White back. She was glad to see one of her closest friends was still okay! She even had some new friends! The Ludicolo also seemed to be quite into the reunion. "Really? Thanks~! I promise we can take down Plasma after we relax a bit," the cheery girl replied, going to sit down with White. Mienshao watched with a somewhat happy face but also one that implied some troubled expression. ".... Shao...." the Fighting Type glanced over to the backroom, was that where Plasma had gone? It seemed to be what was interesting her fellow fighting type.

"It's so nice to see you again, White! After you left Unova I was not sure how long it would be before I see you again. I got Samurott from the professor as a gift but when I left the lab, I got snatched by a hand from a portal. I did not imagine I'd find you here but I'm glad I get to see you again~!" Bianca said to White cheerfully, wanting to catch up a bit before going to Plasma.

Her fighting type merely watched, not quite interested in the talk, more interested in the mission at hand. While seeing Touko again was great and all, she wanted to take care of the threat. The Blaziken walked to the backroom where the others went. The Pokemon looked to her trainer for a moment before heading after him. "(I am with you. We need to complete our task. I am sure they will catch up.)" she stated to Blaziken as she followed him to take up the rear as well and apply her strength while necessary.

"I see you even made a cute new friend too~! Chandelure and Musharna were stolen from me by a strange Pokemon..." Bianca finished, ending with a bit of a down note. However, that is when she looked around and noticed something. "Hey, where did Mienshao go?"

[Mari]

(( Alright everyone! The deadline has passed and unfortunately, Mr. Game & Watch has missed it. They will be free to rejoin if they find they have the time. ))

White eventually released Bianca after their reunion hug, smiling brightly at the other. Now having forgotten what she was pursuing, she guided Bianca over to have a seat with her and ordered them both something tame to drink: Soda Pop! Of all the many things Unova was famous for in terms of its food and drink, the fact that soda ran freely like water at a price that was difficult to ignore meant that few unovans didn't have an opinion on it. White personally appreciated the sweet, cold drink and the way its bubbles tickled her throat. She momentarily passed a disapproving look in Purple's general direction. Man, that was a pretty rude way to refer to someone. Did he even realize what he was saying? Black merely giggled at his choice of words though, and White decisively shrugged the thought off. Eh. Whatever. Black could deal with a flirtatious boy.

...Couldn't she? A nagging jealousy prodded White's mind, but she dismissed that thought as well. She shouldn't be so protective. It wasn't warranted.

"I'm just glad you're okay~ ...Black and I got dropped in the middle of nowhere and had to wander for days, maybe weeks before we found anyone. We had to help each other out, and we nearly didn't make it." White replied expressing her relief. "We've been together ever since! Would you believe we met up previously at the Pokemon World Tournament? She actually beat me." White light-heartedly contineud on to explain. She didn't seem to take the loss all that hard.

"This place serves some really good Bubble Tea! It's the only place in the Life Sphere I know that has it. Braviary likes it too." Black replied to Purple, ordering them two cups and beginning to sip at her straw. Braviary was handed a bowl instead, as beaks and straws didn't much care for each other. "Sorry if he scared you earlier. I like to let my pokemon come and go!" Black explained rather light-heartedly, beaming at Purple.

---

Meanwhile, the man on the throne just sort of shifted his eyes in bemusement. One of the grunts nearby began to giggle at how flustered he got. None of them really had any idea what Demi Fiend was referring to. "Uhh..." he murmured. "You can just call me Robert. ...King Robert." he replied in a rather arrogant sounding tone. One of the grunts nearby burst out laughing and left the room, earning herself a stare. However, something Demi Fiend had said seemed to stick out in Robert's mind. He furrowed his brows, eyeing the pokemon that arrived to back Demi Fiend up. "...'Good of the life sphere'?? --Oh hell no!" he remarked, jumping to his feet and balling his fists. "Come to rough us up you Rocket bastards??" the man asked, drawing and priming a pokeball, which he tossed to release a Krokorok!

"Plasma King Robert" 100 HP

Krokorok 200 HP

[TartoonHand94]

Purple noticed White glaring at him over Black’s shoulder and immediately grew nervous. What did he do wrong? Should he have introduced himself to White’s other friend? They seemed busy catching up, so he thought it would’ve been ruder to interrupt them. Was it something he said? Was his rhyme really that corny? …Uh Oh. The last time he rhymed at a girl, she— If he got a look like that from White, what was Black gonna do? Purple flinched, bracing for a slap. What he got instead was the soothing sound of Black giggling. Phew… Hey! She giggled! This was working!

While Purple was more than happy to sponsor their Bubble Tea. Paying the shop keeper out of his Whiscash themed wallet, he realized he hadn’t given a single thought to whether he wanted anything. Or if he was even thirsty at all. With the look his wallet was giving him, it’d be fine if he just stayed dry.
“Come to think of it… I’ve never had Bubble Tea before…” He quietly admitted. “I can’t see a better occasion, so I too will have Bubble Tea. On Braviary’s recommendation.” He shrugged and winked at Braviary in a bid for another smile out of Black. Okay kid, that’s enough. Quit it before you make Yourself cringe.

“Naw that’s totally fine. I wasn’t scared at all.” Purple lied before taking a big first sip of his Bubble Tea.  “I mean, sure he’s big and strong _{and a little intimidating}, but he’s a beautiful bird.” He looked up at Braviary in admiration. Good thing Clucky wasn’t there to see that. It’d make him sick. Admittedly, the way the big bird drank was kinda cute. “And he’s got a big strong and beautiful trainer looking after him too. What’s to be scared of? Unless you’re in battle, that is.” He quickly shut himself up with another sip of his tea.

“I like to let my Pokémon walk around freely too.” Purple tried to shift the subject. “It may not be as safe for them outside the Life Sphere, so I try to give them as much open space inside the Sphere as I can.” He lifted his elbow for his Ninjask, having finished her Pokébean, to land on. Turns out she didn’t just come to say hello--she just wanted a sip of his Bubble Tea to wash it down. She did, however, seem quite interested in Black’s hair buns. “Ninjask?”
“Hey I think Nintenda likes you!” Purple chuckled as Nintenda hovered over her head. “Kappin likes you too, doncha Kap?”
“Colo~.” Kappineapple gave her two webbed thumbs up. 
“Let’s see if we can get three for three.” He looked around for his Blaziken. “Hey. Where’s Clucky?”

---

Meanwhile, in the backroom where Team Plasma, Demi-Fiend, Bisharp, Clucky and the plot were, our real heros were confronting a man who called himself King Robert.
Clucky may have thought Demi-Fiend was a total Houndoom, but even he had to admit his intimidation seemed to work on the king.
Since he was covering the rear, the Blaziken was the first to notice Mienshao joining their effort.
(Good to know they’re not All slackers out there.) Clucky crowed in approval, welcoming her help. Looks like her help just got needed, as King Robert engaged them in a Pokémon Battle. Now we’re talking!
(I don’t know who you’re calling Rockets, but we’ll gladly send you blasting off again!) the Fire/Fighting Type crowed, getting into fighting stance.
King Robert sent out a Krokorok! It didn’t look so tough but it Did look tricky. Nothing the Blaziken felt he couldn’t handle. He was tricky too. He and his trainer had a knack for improvisation and that was going to come in handy since he was battling without him.
(I could use a warm up.) Clucky stepped forward with a knuckle crack. (I’ll take this one, guys. Watch closely. This’ll be over quick.) He volunteered, passing a smug eye at Bisharp in particular.

Clucky rushed in, starting off with a spit-fire-punch combo. Closing in at high speeds, Clucky spat an Ember at the Krokorok, inflicting a burn creating a target upon which he followed up with a Brick Break punch. Something of a stealth Falcon Punch that he and Purple practiced all the time. Now, assuming he had the Krokorok right where he wanted it, Clucky finished off the combo with a Brick Break uppercut in the jaw with his other fist.

(Ember @ Krokorok does 4% damage and inflicts Burn if it connects.)
(Brick Break @ Krokorok does 18% damage if it connects.)
(Brick Break @ Krokorok does 18% damage if it connects.)

Purple	Clucky	Kappineapple	Nintenda
150 HP	150/150 HP	170 HP	130 HP
50 Shield	50/50 Shield	60 Shield	40 Shield
Bubble Tea	Status: Warming Up	Not in Battle	Not in Battle

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

The Demi-Fiend simply gave a chuckle when the man introduced himself as 'King' Robert. "You are but a king in name only, boy. If you want a King, you should look for better." he said giving a rather knowing glance, noticing that shade and his bisharp were also in the vicinity, alongside a Blaziken and Meinshao.

But then the group got accused of being in with Team Rocket, and the 'king' sent out a Crocorok. Unfortunately for Robert and his Pokemon, both would feel some intense heat as the very room had begun to heat up, the area outside the room would also feel this heat as it would feel like being out on the hot afternoon sun.
WIS ROLL A: 19+3=22{Heat Wave, Both 'king' Robert and his Pokemon will take 5% dmg and 10% burn chance if it connects}

"I guess you may have made a slight miscalculation in those words, calling us Rocket members... I guess kicking your ass will suffice if it allows me to claim the right to make your pet one of my personal summons. But then again I don't use Pokemon, so who's to say that I can't put you through the wringer? The Demi-Fiend said with indifference in his voice as he took off his hoodie, revealing the markings on his being once again, the next moment, The Demi-Fiend immediately hit hoth king Robert and his Pokemon with a Javelin Rain apiece.
WIS ROLL B: 20+3=23{CRITICAL JAVELIN RAIN OF PAIN @ 'king' Robert, 5% dmg and 100% paralysis chance if it connects}
WIS ROLL C: 19+3=22{Javelin Rain @ Krokorok, 5% dmg and 100% paralysis chance if it connects}

---

Demi-Fiend
HP: 130%/130%
shield: 40%/40%
Status: making Team Plasma feel the heat.

[Coolshaymin]

Bianca was worried about her Pokemon, still she could not worry too much. She was sure she could find them if she tried. Still, Touko needed her help as well right now and she was stronger than she was before. "Really? I'm glad I got off lucky. I wished I could of been there for you..." Bianca lamented, wondering what else she has missed from the other's adventures. The soda helped to calm her a bit though, especially when she was really thirsty by the time she got here. "Pokemon World Tournament?" Bianca asked as she tilted her head... That sounded vaguely familiar but something was not quite right. "Oh! They were building something like that before I came here.... But that can't be right... The first tournament still wasn't for a year or two..." Bianca said, mostly to herself, but for the others to hear... That was definitely odd if what the dork said was true. Though her not looking any older since Touko last saw her may be a bit more clear. Because she may of not aged since then.

"... Wait, your Pokemon is missing two?..." Bianca said as she thought about it for a moment. Where could two headstrong fighting types possibly get off... to... "You don't think they went to fight Plasma by themselves do you?" the girl stated after a moment. Mienshao was a bit reckless sometimes, but that'd be a new level. Maybe they should stop relaxing. Bianca went to get up at this revelation. She had to make sure Mienshao was alright after all. "We should go look for them. I don't want Mienshao getting in trouble without me."

---

Speaking of getting in trouble without her. (Same) the Mienshao said to Clucky as they caught up with the others and the battle already seemed to be going down as there was some false assumption they were members of something called "Rocket". She had no idea what this meant or who they were, but one fact remained. Plasma was indoubtedly evil. (Leave it to you? Please. I can easily take a foe like this) Mienshao said before rushing in on the Krokorok, aiming for an agile palm thrust into the crocodile Pokemon, followed by a spinning kick, ended with a side palm that exerted a pink aura to crush the crocodile.

(Flow of Style Palm Thrust, 18%)
(Flow of Style Kick, 18%)
(Force Palm, 18%, 50% chance to paralyze)

[Mr. Game & Watch]

Shade continued to watch the trainers as they socialized around the soda stand. The two champions of Unova, the destroyers of not only one but two different Team Plasmas, were lounging about while the current Team Plasma continued to operate. Albeit, nothing about them was remotely threatening, either way, Shade might have to inform Ghetsis if he ever saw him again that the next time he constructs a plan to conquer Unova it should include a soda distillery because that was clearly the champions’ number one weakness.

Either way, the Shadow Triad member was getting a bit bored with the teenage romance novel playing out in front of him, so he decided to make a few subtle movements closer to Team Plasma’s hideout, though didn’t enter the building just yet. Entering through the front door would be a bit too conspicuous for him, so finding another way inside would be the better option. He trusted his Bisharp to only get so far without his instructions.

---

Meanwhile, Bisharp wasn’t sure what to make of ‘King Robert.’ He looked no different from the other minions of the group, minus the ‘Burger King’ headdress adorned upon his cranium. He couldn’t possibly be the mastermind behind this outpost, though there wasn’t much that Bisharp could do to question it. The only one capable of communicating with the felon immediately initiated combat, which he supposed he didn’t oppose.

With the release of a sole Pokemon to fend them off, it didn’t take long for his allies to target it down like a pack of ravenous wolves, its competition, the Blaziken, trying to emphasis its superiority by leading the charge against the lizard. While this was a perfect scenario for most Bisharps, its minions weakening the foe so that he could come in later to claim the kill, this Bisharp preferred to strike first and strike hard. That said, it was a weak foe and one that was vastly outnumbered.

Considering the close quarters of the area and the fast movement of his spry allies, Bisharp needed to make a little entrance of his own, a plan. One hatched as he took note of a nearby wall of boxes, the storage room being full of supplies. Dashing directly to the wall, Bisharp circled around the stack to get on the better end of it. Pushing it over, Bisharp caused an avalanche of the supplies to rain over the battlefield, more specifically the Krokorok. As the boxes toppled over, Bisharp rode along the tide of the loose supplies, leaping at Robert once he got close enough. Grabbing hold of the Pokemon trainer, Bisharp forced him closer to torso mounted blades, to see how well the king would respond to such lacerations.

[Guillotine: 24%]

HP: 180% Shield: 65% Status: N/A

[Mari]

((Reminder for some of you that this is a roll-free mission!))

Robert recoiled in disgust at Demifiend's words. "You're really putting the emphasis on 'slight' miscalculation, huh." he replied, glaring at the other. "Do you even--H-Hey, wait!" Robert went on to ask, seeming to think himself clever before he abruptly found himself under attack by several enemies at once! The 'Plasma King' was abruptly pinned to the ground by a series of javelins, his crown clattering to the ground and rolling away.  He could only watch as his krookodile was burned, struck, wounded and struck some more! And then ... burried in groceries. It looked completely overwhelmed by the assault, flailing it's tail and staggering about as it was slammed into the back wall several times before collapsing nearby under the debris. It didn't look like the pokemon had much fight left in it. One might begin to get the impression that Demi-Fiend was right! There was nothing particularly kingly about this particular man! ESPECIALLY not the way he screamed like a little girl as Bisharp's blades dug into him! Oh boy. Those blood curtling screams were going to attract a lot of attention. First the grunt that was just kind of watching all of this began to scream in tandem. Then another grunt peaked in and freaked the heck out too! There was a chorus of screaming now!

"Plasma King Robert" 60 HP Status: Paralyzed

Krokorok 40 HP Status: Burned, Paralyzed

---

Meanwhile, White was busy enjoying her time with Bianca. "I'm... glad you weren't, honestly. We almost didn't make it, it felt like, and--...Oh who am I kidding. I spent every day missing you~" White replied before bursting into light-hearted laughter. Try to find a smile that big on her face again. I dare you. If she hung around Peach any more than she already did, this would be the part where cute magical hearts started radiating from her head. "--Oh, really?" White asked, taking notice of the temporal anomaly. "...Y'know, sometimes on Li time gets really messed up, like people from all across history and even people from the future wind up here. ...But how could I have gotten here first if I was pulled away from Unova years after you?" White continued on to ask, flatlining at the thought. "...Man, I guess whichever pokemon is in charge of maintaining time really dropped the ball. But we're both okay, right?" she relented, unable to come to a better conclusion. 

Nearby, Braviary gave Purple a look that said 'I have a beak. I can't do facial expressions.' ...Er--Well no, he could. They were just really hard to read. For example, Braviary turned his beak up and struck a majestic and noble pose at Purple's praise, ruffling his feathers in demonstration. Yeah, that's right. My freedom cannot be constrained by mere walls. Only a roof. ...And even then, barely! Black, on the other hand, could not help but giggle. "Well when you put it that way, I can't help but feel tall~!" she replied in a light-hearted manner, playing along by adjusting her posture for a moment as if to sit up straighter. She then turned her head and winked at Purple in a playful manner.

And then the trainers had to stop and collectively look around for their pokemon. --Hey that was a good question. Before any of them could get up to go back and search for them though, the sounds of several loud thuds followed by hysterical screaming could be heard from the back. White jumped to her feet, but Black remained seated. "They're taking my krokorok away from me! They're TORTURING ME!!" Robert shouted in a panic. At that, the peace melted from Black's face and she paled slightly. Arceus, what was going on on the other side of that wall?! It sounded like murder! White gently tapped Bianca's hands before rushing to catch up to the scene. However, Black seemed to decline to follow. She flashed a disgusted look at the wall before standing up and turning her back on the scene. Purple was left with a simple command. "Come with me..." Black softly requested. However, she did not wait for him if he had any reservations about following her. Either way, she was walking straight out of that soda parlor.

Now on the street, Black turned about and drew a single luxury ball. The look on her face said it was go time. "...Alright Zekrom. Drag them out!" Black commanded, tossing the pokeball to reveal a rather large dragon. The legendary pokemon stretched its limbs for a moment in the sun, warming itself up for the task that was asked of it. A moment later, it reached forward and its arm... vanished into thin air--or rather a shadowy portal that itself appears in mid-air to catch it.

---

Inside the soda parlor, the walls rapidly turned a deep shadowy black in defiance of the lights, a large arm sweeping across the building and sweeping up everyone in it. It was not particularly fast moving and didn't hurt to get hit by, but it was by all means forceful and unyielding. Soon the group would be pushed into the shadows, only to be thrown out onto the street!

((The group has been forcefully relocated outside!))

Awaiting them was Zekrom, towering over them as it brought its arm back and an angry looking Black, unfazed by the fact that she had to look up at everyone else present, save a few pokemon. "Stop fighting. Right. Now!" Black commanded, jabbing a finger at no one in particular. White, having juts picked herself up and brushed herself off, would be quick to confront Black about what had just happened. "...Why?" White asked rather simply. "You're hurting innocent people and their pokemon!" Black snapped back, taking White off guard. She wasn't used to this side of Black. "They're not innocent. They're Team Plasma!" White corrected. A Team Plasma Grunt called out from nearby, keeping their distance from the rest of the group. "That doesn't mean we don't have the right to exist!" they shouted. "Pokemon thief! Thieves!! Murderers! He didn't hurt anyone!" the crowd of plasma grunts began jeering, only for Black to hold out a hand toward them in a gesture to stop. Zekrom mimicked this gesture in perfect tandem with her, which seemed to do the trick. The grunts fell silent again, as did Black. She watched White expectantly.

"...You know I'm not any of those things, Black. And besides. He probably started it! You know Team Plasma is always looking for a fight!" White pleaded, unsure how to feel about being questioned like this. "What makes you think an organization run by someone like Ghetsis can be trusted?" White quickly added.

"...There is no Ghetsis." Black softly lamented.

"...What do you mean..?" White asked.

"...Ghetsis is... gone. I saw him... in Hell." Black reluctantly explained.

FLASHBACK
As loosely narrated by Black.

Black laid burried up to her shoulders in an icy wasteland, frozen in the ground and mostly immobilized. Snow and ice battered her features. Each gust penetrated her to her core, stinging her delicate skin. Her tears froze in her eyes, but damnation had her firmly in its grasp. She could do nothing. Not even her pokemon could help her. ...She did not know how long she spent there, suffering in the cold. But eventually, she found that she could move again. She had been released from her prison and now laid in the snow, numb all over but unwilling to give into her torture. Pushing herself back up, she hugged herself for warmth and began trudging out across the frozen lake that was the centerpiece of the area without any real direction in mind. Breathing hurt, but everyone was depending on her! She couldn't stay here! ...That was when she saw it. Bodies, twisted and mangled, underneath the ice. A sea of the most vile sinners throughout history surrounded her. Some of them had their heads and or shoulders sticking out from the top like Black, but no matter how many of them she tried to help and comfort it felt very much fruitless. She was forced to move on without them, unable to free them from their fates. It was a terrible feeling, having to tune out their words. But she would certainly perish if she pushed her body trying to dig them out. After all.

She was still alive, after all, and could very much die.

What she hadn't expected to see were any familiar faces. Laying deep in the ice, barely recognizable if not for his rather distinct choice of garments and hairstyle, was Ghetsis. His eyes stared sightlessly ahead, unable to so much as budge. Black stared for a long moment in silent pain before turning her head away from the fallen 'great leader' of Team Plasma. It was not right that she was made to pity him. Not now, when she had no way to act upon those feelings. What a cruel and vindictive place this was...

The next time Black saw a familiar face, it was Rulue's. And well, half-frozen or not she wasn't leaving without her. She began helping to dig her out from her prison. The cold had long numbed her hands to the point where it didn't hurt, much as it stained the snow red.

White was stunned for a long moment. It took her a while to process what she was being told. "...Why were you in the ninth circle of Hell?" she asked in concern. Why would Black of all people ever get sent there? She'd mostly just been sent to the circles for violent people, which had been horrible in its own... gross way. But Black gave her no answer, falling silent. Hell had probably been pretty hard on her, as if it had been a real cakewalk for any of them. "Black, what's going on? Why didn't you tell me..?" she asked in confusion. For a long moment, it seemed as if she might not get an answer again. However, after a moment's hesitation Black responded. "...I was hoping I wouldn't have to." Black replied somewhat half-heartedly.

FLASHBACK
This time, for Black alone to remember.

"SELF RIGHTEOUS SNAKE!" the judge of the damned shouted in Black's ears as she laid in the ice, waiting for her freedom. "She trusted you! She trusted you and you lie to her face every single day! Manipulating her! Bending her to your will!! She gave everything she could for you, and STILL, you were left wanting. ...Because deep in your heart, you know you detest her. She has been your enemy from day one, and you couldn't even do her the service of telling her who you really are before you began plotting against her..."

"For the crime of treachery against your kin, I damn you to the deepest circle of hell. I hope the cold despair of solitude rots you from the inside out. You have not earned the warmth of White's embrace..."

"Black? ...Are you alright?" White asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She'd begun to cry. But for what? She was no longer sure. Black simply shook her head, to which White approached her. However, she was quickly rebuffed with a hand held out at her. "No!" Black shouted, spurning White's advance. Once again, Zekrom mimicked the motion. If she got much closer, she woud get smacked by the pokemon. "Black, what's wrong? Why didn't you want to tell me? And who's leading Team Plasma if Ghetsis is gone?" White began to ask, only for Black to walk over and pick up the crown that had dropped off Robert's head earlier. She held it against her bosom, made of solid gold. Now that it was in frame of White's tunnel vision, she suddenly recognized it. She'd seen that crown before... It belonged to N!

"Is it N?" White asked.

"...No." Black firmly replied.

"...It's me."






"I'm Team Plasma's Queen, and you need to answer for what you just did!!"

White was stunned into silence where she stood.

Black 135 HP 40 Shield

Zekrom 410 HP 60 Shield

[TartoonHand94]

After landing the sickest combo the world had ever seen, the Blaziken felt proud enough of his successful opening attacks to intentionally leave himself open for a split second. This was to give the Krokorok a chance to defend himself, as was customary in Pokemon battles. Instead, Mienshao took this chance to get a few sick hits in on the Desert Croc Pokemon herself.
(Hey! B-but I called dibs!) Clucky squawked impatiently. It was one thing that he and the edgy Sword Blade Pokemon were competing for KOs, but now he had to share with her too? (Isn’t 3-v-1 kind of overkill?)
It was more like 4-v-2, as Demifiend engaged both ‘King’ Robert and his Krokorok in battle. Being half Fire Type, the Blaziken personally enjoyed the ensuing heat. What he didn’t enjoy was the following Javelin Rain which he just barely dodged. Clearly his trainer had a lot to teach him about team battling. Not more than this Krokorok needed to learn about dodging, though.

While Demifiend’s grand exposure of his tattooed chest was enough to alert Clucky to dodge his Javelin Rain, Bischarp’s sneak Box Topple wasn’t as loudly announced. Caught just as unaware as the Krokorok, the Blaziken was also buried under the wave of loose supplies.

---

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Purple was also doing his best to bury his inner dork and keep him from doing something to ruin the time they were having. Despite his best efforts, a sheepish blushing grin still escaped onto his face, thanks to Black winking at him. If that enchanting smile on her face and Braviary’s proud posture were anything to go by, the mission to cheer Black up was a resounding success.

“…Hey, is it hot in here or-” Purple stopped himself short of asking if it was just her. Judging by that almost corny line, it was well time they got back to the Real mission they’ve been putting off long enough. It wasn’t just almost a lame pick-up line though; the temperature was rising for real! How?
“Missing? Naw, Clucky’s not missing, he’s just using the-” Purple shrugged off Bianca’s question before looking in the direction he left. The restrooms weren’t that way. “…Oh no he didn’t.” He mumbled flatly.
(That’s the Cluckster for ya.) Kappineapple shook his head with a knowing chuckle. (Take your eyes off a Fire/Fighting Type for a second, and off he goes fighting fires…Wait is That why it’s so hot in here?)

Before Purple could stand up and track his Blaziken down, the choir of screaming girls from the other room spooked him into falling right off his stool. Picking himself back up, he got a request from Black to come with her. What? Now? Why?
“Guys, go with her.” He passed her request onto his Pokemon. “I’ll go get Clucky.” As much as he’d love to follow her wherever she went, he had a bigger responsibility to attend to.

Dashing hastily to the source of the screams, a million possibilities ran through Purple mind of what could be happening beyond the door. He arrived just in time to find his Blaziken emerging from under a pile of boxes.
“What’s going on in here?” Purple rushed over to reprimand him. “Were you getting into fights behind my back again?”
(He started it!) Clucky pointed at Robert who was empaled on Bisharp’s torso. The sight of this made Purple pale and limp. It was getting dark. Was he fainting? No! it wasn’t a hallucination! The walls were turning black and closing in on them! Next thing they knew they were out in the decidedly not as dark street outside.

---

Looking up from the ground, Purple found a very angry looking Black and quickly covered his eyes, swearing he wasn’t peeking. His Blaziken pulled him up on to his feet as Black and White confronted each other.
Clucky could feel a stern inquisitive stare from his trainer at the mention of hurting innocent people and their Pokemon. Just what were you Doing, Clucky?
He was saved from this glare, however, when the subject took an unexpected ninety degree turn down into darkness. Hell? And Clucky thought Demi-Fiend was a Houndoom…
Purple grew visibly ill and heart broken in addition to stunned as Black narrated her experience in damnation. No amount of Bubble Tea could ever drown out that level of horror. But just about every sentence raised a question. What was she doing in the ninth circle? How did she even get there? How does someone like her get anywhere near Hell to begin with? Where is this on the road to becoming a Champion? But most importantly, how did someone who had been through… That…ever come back to the way Black was now? So sweet and radiant and pure? Unless…no…No that’s crazy!
Whatever she became when she got out, reliving the experience broke her back down. She was crying again. Purple wanted to join White in trying to comfort her so bad, but as she spurned White’s advances she was guaranteed to do so for anything he could try.
Nobody in Team Purple had any mind left to be blown at the revelation of Team Plasma’s Queen’s identity. World champion and master of Zekrom, Rosa Kumiko. It was her all along!
Yep, okay, it was getting dark for real now. On top of Robert’s impalement and the recollection of the ninth circle, the shock from this revelation was the straw that broke the Taruos’ back. Purple fainted, only to be caught by his hoodie in Clucky’s claws.

(Here, Pineapple. Hold this.) Clucky grunted, tossing his unconscious trainer at Kappineapple.
He stepped into fighting stance, as ready to take on the Deep Black Pokemon as he was that lowly Krokorok.
(Team mate #257 Clucky the Blaziken! Are your cognitive decision-making functions impaired? What exactly do you expect to accomplish by engaging in this battle?) Nintenda called out to him in a panic.
(Yeah Clucks! In case you didn’t notice, This Game & Watch is a Legendary!) Kappineapple added with equal urgency.
(What’s it Look like I’m doing?) Clucky replied without breaking eye contact. (I hit one of her goons and now she’s gonna ‘teach me a lesson!’) There was an unsettling enthusiasm in his tone. (How’s about it Edgy? Wanna sharpen your blade on a Legendary?) He taunted Bisharp one more time. Was this a crazy thing to do? Of course it was. But when was the Next chance he’d get to battle a Legendary?
(Losing your Nuzleaf what it looks like you’re doing!) Kappineapple retorted, not the least bit amused. (Is Fighting really all you care about?)
(Fighting and Fire, Pineapple, Fighting and Fire!) He quipped before taking a deep breath and leaping into the air above Black, on his way down he exhaled a stream of fire at her Zekrom.

(Jumping Flame Thrower @ Zekrom. Does 14% Damage if it hits)
(Jumping Flame Thrower @ Zekrom. Does 14% Damage if it hits)
(Jumping Flame Thrower @ Zekrom. Does 14% Damage if it hits)

Purple	Clucky	Kappineapple	Nintenda
145/150 HP	150/150 HP	170/170 HP	130/130 HP
50/50 Shield	50/50 Shield	60 Shield	40 Shield
Status: Fainted	Status: Normal?	Status: Not in Battle	Status: Not in Battle

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"Looks like a storm is upon us." The Demi-Fiend said with caution, taking note of the sudden outcry from the false king. Truth be told, Naoki Kashima wanted this to end without being alerted to other problems outside of his influence. And lo and behold, said outside influence suddenly forced everyone in the mission outside. It turns out that the Demi-Fiend was right in Robert being a king in name only...

...Only for Rosa to reveal her true colors as the 'queen' of Team Plasma. To which he fixed his Supernatural Gold Eyes on her with an inquisitive look. "I rest my case, either way... Now that the leader is officially out in the open, the false king will prove valuable as a potential suspect, with you as a priority target for capture and arrest." he added with a look of dull surprise, his inquisitive look mow becoming a full-on death glare on Black.
CHA ROLL: 12{Demi-Fiend glares at Black and nothing more... In fact, he isn't even going to attack because he felt some form of resentment as a result, at least until Black herself attacks him directly without the use of any Pokemon.}

Meanwhile as the fight was beginning, dark clouds began to envelope the scene, which could alert anyone on the ground of something being a little off, it could have been a hot day, which would also lead to thunderstorms with plenty of rain, but there was no rain to be felt by anyone, only a masked presence similar to Shade, and he was not amused by what he was about to see. "'Queen of Team Plasma', what utter crock, to think I could simply go Dragon Riding without any problems arising from someone for five minutes, and then I find some knightly grunts protesting outside some random building who outright fled to hide the instant they felt something big going down, only for one of them to be caught by me personally, as for being a Queen, the Divine right to rule is something you are born with. Cest-la vi..." a formidable voice said from within this storm cloud, the presence still hidden, though Black's Zekrom might be able to detect the sudden ominous rumble of an active Tail Turbine as though there was another like it lurking around unseen by everyone in the vicinity. "I wonder what Princess Peach would say if I told her of your dirty little secret, hm? Would you be capable of looking her in the eye while saying that you don't know about this charade, letting the rest of Team Plasma walk away Scott free to do who knows what unchecked with that Mythical Olympus Mon they still have hidden? Or would she have you placed in your room under house arrest, while the rest of Team Plasma is rounded up by the police and indighted on several counts of evading capture? You might as well consider surrendering as while the prospect of Blackmailing someone is beneath me, I'm not opposed to using it for benevolent means." it added, a oddly sinister chuckle being heard as the presence of the unseen Olympus Mon and it's master watched from the skies within the life sphere, whilst the roars of two other dragons could be heard echoing in cacophonic chorus within the dark cloud.

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Naoki Kashima the Demi-Fiend
HP: 130%/130%
Shield: 40%/40%
Status: looking at Black in dislike
(Not attacking unless attacked directly by Black herself)

[Mr. Game & Watch]

It didn’t take long for Bisharp to take notice of the King of Team Plasma’s lackluster battle prowess. In fact, it probably should have been much clearer even before he impaled Robert on his bodily spikes. More specifically his inability to realize that he was outmatched. Either way, the Pokemon cackled in delight, backhanding Robert’s body off himself to add insult to injury. He turned around once more to take a good look upon his allies that didn’t manage to flee the tsunami of boxes in time and continued to laugh in delight, almost like their failures assured his superiority.

Such small victories died shortly though as it seemed the soft drink brigade were made aware of the situation. While that might make it seem that the tide of battle was going to wash the joke king away completely, a certain other party prevented the bladed bloke from doing any more damage. A sudden cast of darkness enveloped the area and dragged Bisharp in, not that he could do much about that. Before the Pokemon knew it, he was being stared down by the mighty creator of the Unova region itself, Zekrom.

It wasn’t the first time that Bisharp was facing off against another legendary Pokemon but standing within the shadow of the great dragon stirred a feeling of intimidation within Bisharp. Since the days of being a lowly Pawniard the creature heard tales of Zekrom. He’s seen its raw power in the hands of N and the Unova champion. No amount of training would have prepared him for this. His eyes bugged out and he took a step back.

---

In the meantime, Shade quit his search for another entrance into Team Plasma’s base, taking note of the fact the squad that was inside were forcibly ejected. While there still stood a chance of something valuable being inside, he would have to watch what was stirring up between the teenagers. It wasn’t a thought he expected to have a mere few minutes ago, but the girl unleashed her half of the Unova dragon. Not to mention that it looked like a stand off was going down. He had to listen in.

The new Queen of Team Plasma, huh? Shade didn’t buy into it. The only leader of Team Plasma was Ghetsis, anyone who took up the name was making a mockery of the empire he created. If he could hear the Unova champion now, he would be writhing in anger. If the girl was to be believed though, his master has been found, unfortunately in the depths of hell. Shade had to make note of that and put a plan into place, for the time being though, he had to deal with this leader of Team Plasma. Lucky for him, the leader being Rosa meant that he would be killing two birds with one stone, so while this seemed like the worst day imaginable for everyone else involved, things were quite peachy for Shade. The only way the situation could improve, would be if Black and White ended up killing each other and the grunts handed over Genesect on a silver platter. He got the impression that these weren’t the same Team Plasma that had his master’s Pokemon though.

---

As Bisharp remained frozen in place, a certain fire-type came along to thaw him out. With the eyes of a rival falling upon him, the dark-type’s eyes returned to their angular position, regaining the outward fierceness that the creature attempted to put forth. (Too afraid to face it on your own?) the Pokemon scoffed back as he threw away his inhibitions and followed directly behind the Cluckster. If they were going to take the dragon out, they needed to be strategic and cunning, so Bisharp enacted a little plan of his own. The Blaziken was hitting it high, so Bisharp would be hitting it low.

Running head first toward the black dragon, the pike mounted on his helmet would quickly meet with Zekrom’s abdomen. Acting quickly, the Bisharp withdrew his head from the dragon, using the downward momentum to slide between the dragon’s legs, X-Scissoring at the mighty creature’s ankle to try and cripple the beast before it could do any major attacks. Once cleanly through the gap between Zekrom’s legs, Bisharp rolled out of harm’s way, primary so that he didn’t get stomped on.

[Iron Head: 18% @ Zekrom]
[X-Scissor: 13% + 13%, if both attacks land then it will inflict Mortal Wounds @ Zekrom]

HP: 180% Shield: 65% Status: N/A

[Coolshaymin]

(They are Plasma, they do not care about such unfair tactics. Maybe you should get your own fight if you think that. This is an evil group we are-....) Mienshao turned to the Blaziken to argue until noticing something. The lasers that were coming at them as well as her sensing the boxes just in time, able to jump out of the way of both. Though that is when she noticed something. The group was not even trying to fight back... In fact they were in... Terror? That can't be. There is no way Team Plasma would be scared of a few Pokemon and some man in tattoos. This caused the Meinshao to hesitate and reconsider what was going on. These guys were... Plasma, right? The same Plasma she remembered? She did not understand how such a cruel group could be such cowards.... Though there was not much time to fully consider that as the room went black.....

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"That is a bit weird, isn't it? Huh. I guess that Pokemon that brought me here works in funny ways... He dragged me here yet left me in no danger.... But took my Pokemon. Really weird... But all that matters is we are both alright~!" Bianca replied to White cheerfully. However, the moment that was a happy reunion was ruined by the screams of sheer terror from the back. The clumsy girl got up, not really needing the tap from White to follow behind to see what was happening. She of course did not notice the change in disposition on Black. However, like the others, they got thrown onto the street by black arms... Wait, these arms looked oddly familiar...

"Z-Z-Zekrom?!" Bianca exclaimed after being thrown out. That was N's Pokemon that just threw her out... Well, she did say she was the hero of ideals, but that did not make her realize that meant she inherited N's Legendary. Mienshao looked up at the large Pokemon with shock before rushing over into her trainer's arms, who was still sitting on the ground. The girl wanted to agree with her best friend, she really did, she knew Plasma was bad news.... But something wasn't right. This Plasma did sound like they were in the wrong. "Y-you saw Ghetsis there?" Bianca repeated, just as confused. Black, especially with that title, did not seem the type to be sent there.

"..........." Bianca was speechless. She was Queen of Plasma now? The girl was lost and Mienshao looked as confused as Bianca was.... Wait, why was the sky going dark? "T-T-Two Zekroms?!" Bianca cried out. "... Touko.... I... Don't know what to believe... Should we fight? Are we the ones in the wrong?" Bianca asked, doubting the situation. There were TWO Heroes of Ideals now! What was she supposed to believe?!... Well, the only one she can reliably back up to. The Truth.

[Mari]

Zekrom and Black just kind of stood there and took Clucky's attacks, seeming to have been unaware of his existence up until that point. As the flames washed over Zekrom they ... didn't seem very effective. You might say hat it wasn't very effective, or that Zekrom had a type advantage, or that this was a shonen deity and Clucky had just screwed up big time. Whichever way you put it, it had grim implications. Black and Zekrom stopped what they were doing to just kinda watch Clucky, unfazed by the extreme heat. It seemed like they were just as confused as Clucky's teammates as to what he was doing. However, after a few moments of observing Clucky's attacks, Black picked up on his body language.

But... Clucky had just made a mistake. It was a testament to the importance of having a calm trainer there to guide you, perhaps, but he had just done something so... incredibly... stupid. By jumping into the air like that, Clucky had thrown himself to the mercy of his own inertia. He was vulnerable in the air like the fighting type he was, unable to fly and unable to really change directions on a dime. And as it turned out, movement options were very important in a battle with an opponent who could choose to be wherever they wanted at any given moment. It might abruptly occur to Clucky moments before he got ...owned, but Black and Zekrom weren't just watching him in confusion. They were waiting for him to land.

Zekrom's hand would burst from a portal on the ground just before Clucky landed, grabbing him and digging several large claws into his body like daggers while there was no good method of avoiding the attack. Meanwhile, Shade's Bisharp found much more favorable odds on the ground, managing to score a hit with his Iron Head. It gave Zekrom little more than pause, but it definitely seemed to register as more of a hit than Clucky's flamethrower did. Speaking of Clucky, the blaziken would find himself drawn back through the portal and into the air before being slammed down into the ground, blocking Shade's Bisharp's path as it went for Zekrom's ankles and taking one of his X-scissor attacks before pulling back to avoid the second. Zekrom eyed Bisharp warily, turning to face the fleeing pokemon as it zipped underneath the legendary!

Now, Black focused on the cloud above them. She seemed to be able to sense whoever was in it, judging by how she zoned right in on them without issue. Weird..!

"...But I inherited the crown." Black replied rather simply, contradicting the voice. She then turned her attention to Clucky "Sorry, Clucky. But you're really not giving me much of a choice here. I don't think you're going to like fighting Zekrom, but you need a better outlet for all of that energy and I can't give you one right now. ...So if it's a fight you want, it's what you'll get!" Black lamented. With that, Zekrom drove Clucky back into the ground! This time, the ground rose up to meet Clucky, forming a jagged spire that would drive itself straight through Clucky's body! It was Stone Edge! Trophification would come almost immediately as the spire widened, greatly limiting the amount of pain Clucky would experience and preventing him from being completely torn apart. Some might call that merciful. Others would call it brutal. Neither would be wrong.

(( Purple! ...Clucky has been hit with a One Hit KO attack. He's done unless you try to heal him. ))

Clucky's trophy would land with a thud next to the spire. Black made no move to prevent anyone from retrieving it.

"...My Team Plasma has never broken any laws or held any pokemon captive! They're reformed members of the old Team Plasma, and pacifists. You should let whoever you kidnapped go." Black scolded the cloud before jabbing a finger at Demi-Fiend. "Robert never did a thing to hurt anyone! ... I entrusted him with talking to you! And instead of trying to talk to him, you beat up his pokemon and hurt him! I know that because I told him not to throw the first blow no matter what anyone said!" Black scolded. "Now he needs to go to the hospital and I guess it's my fault for giving you a chance! Is that it?" she shouted, becoming slightly red in the face.

Nearby, Zekrom opened wide and launched a pulse of draconic energy at Shade's Bisharp! It was a humble attack, more to ward Bisharp off and keep him from easily approaching than anything. It wouldn't be too hard to dodge, provided it didn't catch Bisharp trying to approach.

(( Shade! Zekrom's Dragon Pulse does 40% Damage if you get hit by it ))

Black turned on White, placing her hands on her hips. "...And you... You stuck up for them! Just because you wanted to defeat 'Team Plasma'! That's all you want to do is battle, even if people and pokemon needlessly get hurt! Well... Do you still want to battle? I'm here." Black scolded in turn before asking in a rather back-handed tone that suggested she was calling the other out. Nearby, White's fists were balled rather tight. It wasn't until Bianca spoke to her that White seemed to stop staring Black down. She turned to Bianca and smiled lightly, reaching out to take her hand and hold it in hers in, brushing over the back of Bianca's hand with her thumb in an affectionate manner. She'd always had a way of being physical with her words, so to speak. Showing how she felt instead of telling. She then brought Bianca's hand to her side, holding it supportively as she brought up a pokeball with a white pokemon in it. Her intentions were clear. They were together in this. "I think I'm up for a rematch." White replied to Black, priming Reshiram's pokeball. A good moment later, she'd go ahead and toss it!

Black 135 HP 40 Shield

Zekrom 369 HP 60 Shield

[TartoonHand94]

(Come on Purp, snap out of it!) Kappineapple pleaded, trying to shake his fainted trainer awake as Nintenda fanned him. (Please awaken, Master! Team mate #257 Clucky the Blaziken is in urgent need of your assistance!) As if the weather itself were in on the dire situation, storm clouds were forming. The Ludicolo quickly picked up on how odd this was. This wasn’t a natural weather pattern; these clouds were man-made. No—Pokémon made. The ominous echoes of a sinister chuckle and the roars of no less than two dragons struck fear into both their hearts. (Master, please awaken! Team mate #272 Captain Pineapple the Ludicolo and I are in urgent need of your assistance!) Nintenda buzzed in alarm as Kappineapple took a deep breath and got ready to water gun him in the face. (Cluck’s about to get himself Kanto Fried!)
With Mienshao retreating to her trainer’s arms and Demi-Fiend ceasing fire, it was up to Clucky and Bisharp to take on Zekrom. Whoever landed the blow that took the Legendary out won the grand prize of their rivalry. Finally! A true challenge worthy of his strength! His eyes glistened with enthusiasm as bright as his flames.

The Blaziken’s opening aerial flames had little to no effect on Zekrom besides getting its attention. This was all according to whatever improvisational plan Clucky had and he descended feet first, intending to jump-kick the Deep Black Pokémon to the ground. The risk was calculated…but he was really bad at math. Not only did Clucky’s gamble of a kick miss, Zekrom caught him as he landed and sank its claws right into his feathered flesh.
“Ziiiik!” The poor bird squawked in instant pain before being dragged down into the portal, back up into the sky and jammed right into place to take one of Bisharp’s X-scissor slashes. The sting of the cut was only matched by the laceration to his ego.
Between the ringing in his ears, he could make out the voice of Black talking down to him. Normally this would be a deeply humbling experience, but to Clucky, this was more than that. This was the penance he paid for his hubris. This was the cost of the battle lust that drove him to strike without his trainer’s permission nor supervision. The price of his sheer insubordination. His trainer always believed in him, and he always believed in himself. This was the problem: As the strongest member of the team, Clucky always thought himself the strongest Pokémon around. This was a harsh wake up call to this not being the case. While he was strong enough to pick off any wild encounter that was a threat to his trainer, but he didn’t have what it took to stand a chance against other trainers without the help of his own yet. Emphasis on the yet. He was not strong enough to do it on his own, but he could be, one day. But this wasn’t something he could achieve on his own. Just as Zekrom trusted its trainer, so did Clucky. Just as much as Purple always needed him, he still needed Purple. It was fighting for Purple that made him strong in the first place. No wonder he was so weak now.

One day, Zekrom. One day Clucky will be back. And upon that day, he’ll show you exactly what he thought you’d see tod—


The trophy hit the ground with a thick crunkle and skid to a dull stop. And there it lay, dusty and inert, until a pokéball was tossed to claim it. This pokéball bounced back into the hands of Purple, who had finally woken up.
“I’m sorry, boy.” He apologized to the ball in his trembling hand with a shaky voice before carefully putting it away. “I’ll make it up to you.” The brim of his cap was down, covering his eyes, as droplets of water were streaming down his face. Was he crying or was he just still wet? By the water stains on his hoodie, it could’ve been either.

Drying off his face and lifting his cap to see the rest of the world, Black’s voice graced Purple’s ears once again. To his surprise, just about everything she said… made sense. He didn’t see any of these Plasma grunts do anything White suspected of them. It was much less a shocking thing that she was queen of Team Plasma and more of an amazing thing that she managed to pacify them with her position. Dare he admit, he was rather proud of her.
No sooner than pride did the guilt of what his Blaziken did get to him. He owed Black and her entire team an apology. But this wasn’t the time for that; She and her best friend were going to fight!
“Guys, Black and White are gonna fight! What are we gonna to do?” He looked up at his Ludicolo and Ninjask who both immediately flinched. “What? No, no. Of course I’m not sending you both after That thing.” Purple reassured them that he wasn’t going to make them battle Zekrom. Not after what it did to Clucky. “…or That thing.” His pointer shifted to the Other Zekrom. “But we still gotta do Something! But what?” He contemplated in distress.

“Ludic!” Kappineapple started shoving Purple toward Black, urging him to talk to her. Purple hesitantly dragged his feet, intimidated to talk to the pretty girl, especially when she was pretty angry. She could very well feed him to her Zekrom or worse. “Wait! Kappin! When I said we had to do something I didn’t mean-” Before he could get his protest out, he was already standing dead center between White, Bianca, Bisharp and the Team Plasma Queen.

“Guys!-I mean Girls! And guys too-Everybody! Listen. Are you… Are you Sure you want to do this?” Purple began with a clear of his throat. “Is this really how you want to settle this violent misunderstanding? With More violence?” It was then that Purple looked up and found a third Legendary, the white Reshram on the field. Good luck stopping That thing.
“Wh-what I mean is, that is to say, s-something This important needs, uh… Rules! Yeah. A set agreement that makes sure nobody else who doesn’t need to get hurt gets hurt! A-and a Referee! Someone to enforce that agreement!” He timidly volunteered for the position. “I-if we’re gonna do this, shouldn’t we at least do it right?” His gaze darted back and forth between the two parties.
“Ludicolo!” Kappineapple nodded in Black's direction, encouraging to go along with Purple's proposal. “Ninjask!” Nintenda did the same for White and Bianca.

Purple	Clucky	Kappineapple	Nintenda
145/150 HP	0/150 HP	170/170 HP	130/130 HP
50/50 Shield	50/50 Shield	60 Shield	40 Shield
Status: Volunteering	Status: In his Pokéball	Status: Helping	Status: Helping

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Unfortunately for Black, her scolding towards Naoki Kashima fell on deaf ears, as he already had a massive advantage against her in both distance and skill, even worse; There was a presence far more powerful than her 'Team Plasma' guiding the actions of the Demi-Fiend, one who's existence was more eternal than those of an ephemeral human. "Oh really, perhaps you can tell the Rebel King of Hell himself without any of your pets with you. I'm sure he'll be willing to listen, followed by roasting you with his Megidoladyne once he finishes hearing your tale, Lucifer is a busy guy after all. And most unfortunately for you, since he rules both hell and by extension the Labyrinth of Amala, Ghetsis' corpse can be easily retrieved by one of his loyal Demonic minions." Demi-Fiend said, cracking his knuckles and began to saunter forward as though Stalking Black personally, his fingers glowing like Lightsabers just itching to wrap around Black's throat with intent to strangle her.

Meanwhile the voice within the black storm cloud gave a hearty laugh, like with Naoki Kashima, Black's words fell on deaf ears, but with a much more vicious retort. "You are but a pretender, a brat who thinks she can claim the right to be ruler without knowledge of who rules over who. As for my Pokemon, You'll find them impossible to take from me, especially since they are eternally Loyal to their master, Stand down and let a 'real king' show you how it's done!" the voice said with apparent venom in it's tone, apparently Black touched a nerve so badly that it resulted in the person who spoke to feel insulted as the black storm cloud descended upon the battlefield and dispersed to reveal a gigantic sphere of white electricity encircling a much bigger Black Dragon, which also dispersed, revealing Zekrom. And it was pissed to see someone similar to Itself in the hands of an ilegitimate ruler, as one could tell that those growls coming from this particular Zekrom served as a warning to all who insult it's master, and much to the horror of those in the vicinity, This Zekrom wasn't the only Legendary Dragon that was present, as an ear-splitting roar heralded the presence of a gigantic flying Black Basilisk; Rayquaza, who landed next to the Zekrom, equally pissed off... But not even the Death Glares of two Legendary Pokemon, could not match the dreaded presence of the pseudo-legendary in Hydreigon, who's growls made Zekrom's menacing warning growls look tame, but what Black would see standing atop The opposing Zekrom's head, was a man far more dangerous than Ghetsis, and far more intimidating than any villain team leader in existence.

She was now in the presence of the Ransei Warlord; Oda Nobunaga.

The Warlord and his Entourage of Mighty Dragons stood at the ready, not a single one of them in a pokeball from the looks of it, which meant only one thing...

...Black would be seriously outmatched, severly outclassed, and verily screwed since she did not count on there being another Zekrom user, let alone a lone user of a Black Rayquaza that was packing Draco Meteor.

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Naoki Kashima the Demi-Fiend
HP: 130/130
Shield: 40/40
Status: Stalking Black, will only attack her unless black attacks him... Alone!

Ransei Warlord Oda Nobunaga and his draconic entourage
HP: ?/?/?/?
Shield: ?/?/?/?
Status: all are verily pissed off

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((I hope you like. I poured my heart and soul into this post!))