FSE

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Sexless, but worry not: I have a filler/request coming up in a bit that should sate a bit of your appetite.

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"Alright," I said, looking straight into her eyes. "We've been together for a while now, but I don't think I've ever gotten to really know you. Just seeing you standing there all the time makes me wonder what is going on inside that head of yours. What secrets are you holding?"

She stuck a pink tongue out at me. "Nya."

I hung my head and sighed. It was getting late, and my attempts to have a conversation with Kiki were failing horribly. I patted her big pink head, making her purr and flick her tail as I checked the time on my pokenav. "Huh, I have to get going."

I offered the skitty a pokeblock for her efforts, watching her bite the corners off the treat as I pulled her pink pokeball from my belt. After chewing off the sharp edges, the kitten took the whole thing into her mouth and smiled up at me. As the embarrassingly pink recall beam shot from her pokeball, she gave me another 'nya' in gratitude.

*So,* I thought, looking at Kiki's capsule. *I thought I could only understand my Pokemon, but I can't understand Kiki. Maybe... she just doesn't say anything.*

Hefting my backpack, I stepped towards the arena once more. In the distance, I saw Watt's gym and I smiled, fond memories of my victory filling my head as I thought of that badge sitting securely in my case.

*And,* I thought with a dramatic flair, drawing nearer to my destination while wearing a proud visage. *Just like when their gym fell, Mauville will once again know the might of Stone's Soldiers when we conquer this contest.* Laughing a little, I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes as I walked.

*Stone's Soldiers. I like that.*

* * *

"Go, Master! Kick his ass!" Katherine shouted, letting her human tongue slip out as the waiting room's view screen showed Zack stepping up to the stage, the other young man already having summoned the haryama. It wasn't mandatory that you switch your Pokemon for the second match, but when the emerald hue of Celia's pokeball being opened filled the screen and the flygon emerged with a look of soft courage, Kat knew that the other contender should have left when he had the chance.

"Did that girl just call him 'Master'?" The female contestant asked Tameri, who laughed and said "Kids these days..." Fara, who was also watching Zack's contest battle, shook her head at Tameri's words, seeming to feel a kinship based on wisdom with the older woman.

May's cheeks puffed out and she looked down to the absol, whispering harshly. "Keep it down! You're embarrassing me." With a grin, Katherine whispered back to the worried human. "Aw, simmer down, girly girl. At least I'm giving you character."

The professor's daughter sighed and turned back to the screen, defeated in the face of the Pokemon once again. "How do you keep a leash on this one, Zack?"

"Leashes? Ooh, kinky," Katherine said rather loudly, sticking her tongue out at May as the other two contestants glanced in her direction. May was not amused, frowning and hunching her neck into her shoulders as her face turned beet red. She hugged the little treecko doll tightly with a mixture of frustration and building, seething rage. However, the roused crowd attracted her attention and made her look up to the screen just in time to watch the haryama slowly rise off the stage floor, spinning violently in a sandy tornado due to an expertly executed whirlwind attack. A moment later, the extremely heavy Pokemon had landed on its head from a dead drop of nearly fifteen feet! May watched Celia's wings slow to a crawl as she landed beside Zack, the young man being declared the victor by knockout.

The haryama rolled to a sitting position as Zack and his opponent shook hands and walked backstage together, stepping through the door to the waiting room.

The other young man seemed impressed, asking Zack questions as they entered the white, brightly lit room. "How did you get Sumo off the ground like that?"

"There wasn't a special trick to it," Zack responded, patting the neck of his flygon as she leaned into him. "Celia is the mistress of the wind. Carrying me from city to city really gives those wings a workout, doesn't it girl?"

Celia nodded, closing her eyes and smiling. Zack's opponent cocked his head. "Celia? Where did you get that name from?"

Zack grinned, "When I first met Celia, she was a timid little trapinch, freaking out at every little thing. My girl here has gotten a bit better, but at the time she reminded me of this mousey girl back home that I treated like a little sister, so I named my flygon after her."

Celia's wings sung as she lifted off the ground, hovering over to May, Kat, Fara, Kiki, and Angel. Trent was still away, which May thought was a little strange, but she remembered how much the sceptile enjoyed quietly meditating in a meadow or patrolling the woods and caring for any seedlings he happened to find. The girl smiled, thinking about the time they spent together, having the little treecko bring her plants to identify in his free time. She missed those days, but she was glad that Zack is taking such good care of him.

Then, May looked up at Celia, watching her explain something in poketongue with a giddy expression, the flygon almost bouncing in midair while she went through elaborate motions involving her fight with the haryama. May noticed that Celia had changed somewhat, she wasn't clicking her claws together when she spoke or cringing at loud noises like before. *Zack is some kind of miracle worker,* she thought, crossing her arms into her lap and watching Tameri and her opponent step out of the room, heading into the contest arena to fight for who would battle against Zack in the following round. She almost didn't notice Zack sitting beside her on the bench, Katherine almost immediately hopping beside him and laying her head in his lap. "What's up?"

"Your absol is making me sound like someone out of your magazine."

"I take offence to that," said Zack, feigning a hurtful expression. "I only have one magazine, and it's a tasteful documentary on carnal pleasure."

May chided, "It has three girls banging each other on the front cover. One is even using a riding crop."

"Yeah," admitted Zack, scratching the back of his white-haired dome just underneath the black bandanna he now wore. "I didn't say it was in proper taste, I just said it was tasteful."

Shaking away the young trainer's claim in her head, May sighed, changing the subject. "So, where has Trent gotten off to?"

"Not sure," said Zack, looking down at the contrasting colors in Katherine's black-and-white face. "Do he tell you guys anything?"

Kat shook her head, though Fara seemed to nod. A moment later, Zack nodded as well. "Well," he said, turning back to May. "We don't know what he's doing, but Fara told me that he's happy, so I won't bother hunting for him until it's time to go. Besides, he's with your sneasel, so they should be fine."

"I didn't hear Fara say anything," said May curiously. Zack folded his arms across his chest, smirking sarcastically. "Any good trainer doesn't need words to communicate among his Pokemon."

"I'm also telepathic," said a feminine voice, the syllables echoing within May's thoughts like a soft bubble in a snow globe. The girl looked down and noticed Zack's ninetales looking up at her with crimson eyes, cocking her head and perking her jowls up in a sly smile. "Hello, May. You're a lot easier to connect to than master Zack."

May's eyes went wide. "Whoa, Fara's a telepathic Pokemon? She's not even a psychic type! This is amazing! Stay right there, I need to get my pokedex."

Zack laughed, "See what you did, girl? For the next few minutes, you're an experiment."

The ninetales half closed her eyes and gazed into May's as she returned with the pokedex, the disarming look almost making her drop the device on the spot. However, the Pokemon's voice was soothing and welcoming. "I don't mind spending some time with you, May. Besides, I believe you have... potential. You're a very interesting specimen indeed."

May was caught off-guard by Fara's words, but opened her pokedex and began scanning the ninetales anyway. Zack smiled, patting the grinning absol in his lap and looking up at the screen. "Huh, it looks like the match is just about over," he said, remarking at the time limit reaching its end and the judges beginning to put their note-taking equipment down to announce the winner.

"And the victor, due to a marvelous display of control over her Pokemon's element, is the Desert Rose, Tameri!"

Celia twitched a little as the audience applauded, her ringing wings slowly dying down to a humm as she floated to Zack's side. He gave her a reassuring pat on the neck and smiled. "Don't worry, girl. They haven't seen anything yet."

Tameri's flygon Amun had apparently not taken any damage, for they decided to wait on the stage for their next opponent. Zack smiled, patting Celia on the neck once more. "So, are you ready to go show everyone what you can do, Celia?"

The flygon nodded, the humm of her wings bouncing back to a singing chorus as she let out a little pre-victorious cry. Zack looked back on his Pokemon, giving a little salute. "Alright, soldiers. Wish me luck."

"I would," said Katherine, "but apparently I make little girls whine."

"Just as well," said Zack, turning back towards the door and opening it.

"Luck won't be necessary for what we have in store."

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"And now," said the announcer, her serpentine red hair swaying around her neck and back as she directed the crowds attention to me and Tameri. "The finish line, everyone! In a moment, you will see what two great trainers do when put against each other in a battle of not only skill, but that special flourish that ever contest demands! As before, trainers will be rated on both their ability to command their Pokemon under battle conditions and their expertise in making those commands a visual buffet for you all!"

The crowd replied in kind, cheering as Tameri and I shook hands, allowing me to feel her strong, yet velvet-like skin once more. I looked up into her eyes, my vision no longer hampered by my long hair as I had tied it back with the bandana. I saw nothing but a soft, almost sly glint in her gaze. With wordless smiles, we turned and walked back towards our sides. Celia was waiting for me in my corner, trying to shake away her stage fright with subtle shivers. When I reached her, I brought my hands up to the sides of her head and brought it down to my own, touching my forehead to hers. "We can take 'em, girl. If you promise to keep your head, I'll promise to keep mine."

"Ah... alright!" Celia instantly perked up, looking at her two opponents. "I... We can do this!"

"That's right," I said, patting her neck. "Now, don't forget what I taught you yesterday, alright? We might need it."

"Yes sir," my flygon said, her singing wings lifting a foot off of the ground before she left to join Amun in the center of the ring. The other flygon said some things in poketongue that I couldn't comprehend, but Celia was quick to reply. "I'm afraid not. I'm here to win, for Master and myself."

"Oooh," the contest announcer seemed to be fixated on the conversation between the two. "We don't know what they're saying, but it's obvious to me that there is going to be a good battle between the two, and judging from our contestant's previous performances, this one is going to be a spectacle to behold as well! This time around, there will be no time limit, as we have plenty of time left over after the last two speedy yet amazingly done battles! Are the contestants ready?"

"I am ready," said Tameri, her voice rising above the anxious murmur of the crowd. I nodded, "Ready."

"Alright, when the countdown reaches 0, the bell will ring and you two can give us a show we'll never forget," the woman with the red, snake-like hair hopped off the stage, putting herself out of the way of danger. The countdown started, giving low beeps with each passing number.

3...

2...

1...

0!

As the last number chimed more loudly than the others, I led off with my initiative, making up for my lack of focus against Alex. "Whirlwind!"

"Sandstorm!" Tameri cried, almost in unison with my own command. Two small tornados formed on the battlefield: one muddled with brown sand while the other was crystal clear, the furious singing of Celia's wings being barely heard over the rushing winds.

As they grew, they collided, canceling each other and pressing the sand into an invisible wall. Tameri shouted over the sound of the shifting sand. "Iron Tail!"

Tearing through the wall of sand, Amun whipped towards Celia, his tail glimmering with a slightly silver glint due to the Metal energy flowing through it. I smiled; close combat was better for Celia, anyway. "Evade, and counter with Dragon Claw!"

With a cry, a cry that had no translation for me, Celia curled her body underneath the tail, twisting and contorting her frame as she weaved around the other flygon in a furious dance. A moment later, her right claw sparked with a faint purple shimmer and she struck it across Amun's chest as he recovered from his missed Iron Tail attack. A small patch of sand sprayed from Amun's chest as he used it to protect himself from the brunt of the attack, but the super-effective energy managed to send him hurling backwards, wincing.

"Ooh, and a heavy, super-effective blow from Celia. Her small size not only makes her agile, it belighs her feisty strength, making powerful attacks like this a surprising occurrence."

I grinned, "Press forward, Celia: Hyper Beam!"

Twirling in midair, Celia opened her mouth and gathered a quick burst of Normal energy, adding her own personal touch to turn it a faint shade of emerald green, unleashing the burst with a shockwave of crackling power. The green lightning bolt soared towards its target, drawing closer to Amun, who was still recovering from the super-effective slash.

Tameri's face went stern as she immediately shouted her order. "Special technique: Sand Shield!"

The pile of sand from the storm earlier seemed to jump to Amun's side, encasing him in it like a golden cocoon. The Hyper Beam slammed against the mass, creating an explosion of green light and brown sand. I couldn't tell what was going on for a short time, because the sand began swirling at the source of the blast, creating a funnel of sand.

"An impressive display," chimed in the announcer, temporarily halting the action. "If I'm not mistaken, Amun just used a Sand Tomb attack, in midair, on himself to protect from Celia's Hyper Beam. Amun's control over the sand is amazing!"

I could only look on at the growing storm of sand, thinking about my next immediate action. *I have to stop that sand; Amun's stronger than Celia in his natural environment.* "Celia, use Whirlwind to counter!"

With another cry, though somewhat delayed by the recovery time from Hyper Beam, Celia's wings began singing loudly, whipping the crystal-clear winds around her to bash against the coming onslaught of sand. I winced when I saw that Amun's cyclone was bigger than Celia's, and my fears were realized when the desert wind ripped through the Whirlwind without as much as a pause. Tameri's stolid face softened, almost smiling, "And just when it began, Hasani, the game is over. Amun, Final Burial!"

That didn't sound good. "Celia, try to climb above the storm!"

"You can't escape," shouted Tameri, her flygon accenting her words with a roar as the sand whipped around the entire arena. Celia shot upward, then stopped, her wings suddenly frozen as though she was suspended in time. She was swallowed by the swirling storm with a muffled shout in surprise, but my eyes were blinded by the wind and sand that buffeted the arena to see what was happening.

Slowly, while the wind still raged, the sand began to disappear, leaving the battlefield slightly more visible. Suffice to say, I didn't like what I saw: a cocoon of golden sand encasing my flygon. My eyes went wide when Amun circled the floating orb of sand and used a ferocious Iron Tail attack, sending it colliding into the ground with a violent, hissing crash. "Celia!"

"You should have paid more attention, Hasani," said Tameri as Amun's wings began to humm loudly, a gathering of purplish Dragon energy gathering in his mouth. "Getting close to Celia allowed Amun to sample the sand that surrounds her. Once he had that, he was able to control the sand on her, rendering her unable to act."

"Amazing," said the contest announcer. "Amun is able to control any mineral simply by touch! Celia and Zack are in trouble if they can't come up with something soon."

I snarled, discomforted as Tameri continued, the sinister purple glow becoming bright and the sound of the energy slightly crackling within the jaws of her flygon. "You must worry about what comes ahead, Hasani. To only dwell on the here and now is to invite disaster. To watch your feet while you walk is to see only your footsteps: the immediate consequences."

"And this is the end result of your ignorance," the woman said, a frown crossing her face as Amun completed his attack, releasing such a large amount of energy that the ceiling rippled with a purple halo, the Dragon Breath crashing down on the mound of sand where Celia lay inside. The explosion echoed throughout the room, the blast large enough to send dirt and rubble flying upwards, demolishing the floor of the arena.

*Celia...*

* * *

"Holy crap!" Katherine's sharp ears picked up much of the explosion, the shock of it sending her backwards over her bench. May was frozen at the scene, her head swimming. *Did... Zack just lose? Those things Tameri said...*

"You shouldn't blame yourself," said the cooing sound of Fara's telepathic voice. "The things you told Tameri were of little consequence."

May sighed, "That doesn't make me feel any better. Zack has always been able to pull things out in the end because he always has one little opening to exploit. I feel like I might have closed the door on him this time."

"You better hope not, squishy," said Katherine from her inconvenient position on the floor. "If your loose lips send Cel to the Pokemon Center, I'll be wearing your ponytails as... as..."

As the absol's voice trailed off, May looked at her, tilting her head like a dog that sees something it doesn't understand. "What's wrong, don't wear anything to begin with? Don't you think I feel bad enough-?"

"Shut up," said Kat quickly, rolling onto her stomach and planting her feet on the ground. The absol closed her eyes, their crimson irises disappearing beneath her ebony eyelids as she focused. Her paws traced along the floor, feeling for something with her powerful absol senses.

Katherine opened her eyes and looked up at the devastation shown on the screen. "No way..."

* * *

"I think this match is over, everyone." The red-haired announcer stepped closer to the stage. "It was quick, but it was something to behold! I must say I'm-"

"You might want to keep away from the stage," I called to her, smiling as I interrupted the woman's closing statements. She was flabbergasted, apparently not used to being interrupted. "What... hey! Your flygon just took a big hit! I appreciate your determination, but think of your Pokemon!"

"I am," I said, crossing my arms as I watched the pile of sand slowly disappear. "And I think it's too early to count Celia out."

"Hasani, it's dangerous to continue. Accept the loss gracefully and learn from it. Nobody expects you to match my skill with a flygon."

"Which is what makes it such a good show," I said, grinning. "Everyone roots for the underdog."

Tameri cocked a brow, her flygon sharing the same sentiment. "What are you-?"

There was a rumbling sound as the ground began to stir, groaning softly as the audience began asking each other questions like "Do you feel that?" and "Is that kid insane?"

Tameri had the best question, though: "What's going on?"

"For someone so in tune with the earth," I said with a smirk. "You're pretty clueless as to what's going on beneath your feet? I'll let you in on a little secret Tameri: there is a difference between a battle and a match. During a battle, yeah, I act on instinct, but that's because I don't know anything about my opponent. I learn on the fly and I have to adapt to immediate circumstances. But I knew about you. Hell, everyone knows about you. That's the burden of fame. I knew what you were capable of, and we came prepared with a combination of our own."

The groaning earth began to buckle upwards slightly, making the sand roll off the slight hill forming in the ground. "And, to answer your question..."

I uncrossed my arms, pointing my right hand upwards to Amun's hovering, confused form. "My angel is rising! Celia, special technique: Emerald Seraph!"

The buckling earth below Amun bubbled up, creating a dome of pressure before exploding in a tower of green light and a rush of ferocious wind: a fully charged Hyper Beam attack combined with Whirlwind effectively blowing a part of the roof off to match the damage Amun had done to the ground. Tameri shouted, "Amun, avoid that blast," and as her flygon struggled to comply, the silhouette of another climbed up the beam, the high concentration of Normal energy being sustained by those found in Celia's Whirlwind attack. My dragoness reached Amun's altitude, ceasing her beating wings and letting the cyclone carry her aloft, the winds swirling the Hyper Beam's emerald energy around her body and gliding off of her wings, making them seem larger and almost ethereal.

Tameri took a step back, trying to regain control of the battle. "Amun! Sand Tomb!"

Her dragon brought a small tower of sand from the floor with his control over the Ground energy and brought it to bear against Celia's angelic form, only to have the sands lose their substance against the energized winds surrounding her.

It was time to finish it. "Now, Hyper Dragon Claw!"

Celia's hand sparked with the purple energy of the Dragon type as she brought her body around, her hands reaching around her form as though she were about to throw a pitch in baseball. In her claws, she scooped up a great deal of the lingering Hyper Beam and, forming the Normal power around the draconic might of her energized claws, she shot forward into Amun, her singing, angel-like wings combining with a fierce battle cry.

Amun instinctively brought a shield of sand before him, but Celia's roaring assault wasn't halted by the flimsy protection, her shining claw ripping through the sheet of sand and coming to bear against him. The Hyper Beam energy tore through his defenses, and the Dragon Claw left its super-effective mark against the Dragon type, a trail of emerald energy being outlined in a hue of purplish lightning.

Amun shouted, the attack having hit the same place as before. He struggled to keep aloft under the weight of his injuries, but he eventually caved, spiraling downward and colliding in the pile of sand he had left for Celia. The sandy cushion began sinking; revealing the hole Celia had dug beneath her cocoon to escape from the Dragon Breath. Tameri's flygon tried to stand, tried to get his wings flittering once more, only to succumb to his damage and fall into the sand, defeated.

Again, the room was silent, the tower of emerald light slowly fading into the sky as the winds died down. At the end, all that was left was the heavenly chorus of my angel's singing wings.

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May sat back, nearly speechless again. "What was that!?"

Katherine laughed, "I knew I felt something growing underground. It was intense! Like a little pod of whoop-ass growing in a can!"

Fara let out a breath, speaking to May telepathically once more as her nine tails waved slowly, her will-o-wisp embers falling to the ground like soft, blue snowflakes. "Celia's power was overwhelming, yet I couldn't sense it because I was focused on you. I should learn to be more perceptive."

May smiled, "A good surprise every once in a while is nothing to be disappointed at, Fara."

"Who's surprised?" Katherine hopped back on her bench and watched the view-screen as the crowd began cheering loudly, the match officially being called over.

"I knew they would win."

* * *

The ceremony had started, Celia and Angel by my side as I stepped forward. There was a quick break to do a quick-fix on the stage, but that little rest was all Celia needed to feel up to snuff once more. I was proud of her; that was the first time she was able to pull off that attack after shooting off a Hyper Beam that powerful. I nuzzled her neck and patted Angel's glowing antennae when we reached the summit of the small hill of stones that marked our little podium. It was there we stood, or floated, in my Pokemon's cases, as the other three contestants stood slightly below us on the ground, a silver medal on Tameri's neck and a bronze on both of our previous opponents, their Pokemon sporting similar colored ribbons.

"And now, everyone, the Pokemon of the winner of our contest, Angel, and Celia, shall receive the ribbons to commemorate their victories today."

Two of the judges walked up to us and attached the ribbons to the small, circular ID tags hidden on my Pokemon: behind Angel's dorsal fin and on Celia's chest, right by her left shoulder. In the audience, I noticed Katherine checking her fur for her tag, frustratingly rifling through like there was a parasite hiding buried treasure somewhere on her body. I smiled, amused and proud of my accomplishment today. To give substance to my victory, the serpent lady approached me with a fairly large trophy. The golden chalice was almost as big as my head, and almost as gaudy as a rich woman with a jewel factory.

"And to the ace trainer himself, we have this trophy! In recognition for your performance and expert command over your Pokemon, I am happy to award you with this, the Mauville Grail.

I laughed quietly to myself as I accepted the gift, the crowd roaring with cheers as I thought about how my holy quest was over, for I have achieved the shiny cup of victory. That's all it was for me, just a memento, as Angel and Celia were the true victors here.

After almost a full minute of cheering, complimented with Katherine's free speech blending in with the noise, the crowd was slowly quieted by the serpent-haired woman. "Settle down everyone, we have something else! A special guest is here to grace us with a performance of his own to send us all off. If all the participants will take a seat, please."

I nodded and stepped down. Our moment was over, and Katherine had ensured that I had a seat next to her. Celia floated beside me and Angel hovered to where Kiki lay, letting the kitten play with the new ribbon she won. The announcer wheeled around, speaking a few more lines to the judges before turning back to us. "There was a delay, but rest assured, our special guest is still ready, willing, and able to attend. Now, allow me to introduce our star attraction. Flying in from the Hoenn Pokemon League HQ, we have the greatest trainer in the nation here tonight. As the sun goes down, rest assured, you'll remember this event for the amount of sheer awe you have experienced on this day."

"Here he is," she continued, motioning behind her to the doors. "The Legend Master, the Burning Fist of Hoenn, Champion Seth Albright!"

A dull roar was heard as the crowd went silent, like something tearing through a thick sheet of fabric above us. It got louder, the darkened sky beginning to glow a dark orange. Louder... brighter...

Hotter.

A spiral of flame shot through the hole in the ceiling, drilling from the sky as it impacted onto the ground, the flames swirling around the source of the meteoric landing and whipping around the stage. Katherine, May, and the rest of my Pokemon joined the crowd in looking on in wonder, and I suddenly wished my cup was full of popcorn.

In the center of the swirling vortex of flame was a figure, blackened by the dancing shadows of the fire to the point of being a mere silhouette. The flames shot upwards over the audience and dissipated, leaving the fluorescent lighting to illuminate the person standing on the stage now.

The man had black hair, slightly obscured by a blue, fedora-like hat. His jacket was a matching blue, the tail of which sweeping the ground at his feet as the black shirt beneath it illuminated a faintly glimmering silver-like object. A pendant, maybe. His pants were the same sapphire color as the rest of his ensemble, and his stance was stable, his stern gaze washing over the crowd as they began cheering upon his arrival.

Katherine didn't join in their cheering, however. "How... That was a trick, right? One of your human illusions, yeah?"

I put my hand on her ivory hair and ruffled it, shaking my head. "I'm not sure, Kat, but I do know one thing."

"We haven't seen anything yet."

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Diamond is great. It just is. Not much different from the other Pokemon games, but it gave me a perfect look into the past of Pokemon and humans and it made me smile, considering how their revelations matched the way I thought it would be. Huzzah! I should work for Nintendo...

A new age would dawn :3

Anyway, I digress. I feel as though I should put my Pokemon Friend code up ins. Though I haven't beaten the game and been granted the ability to transfer my Emerald game Pokemon over to it, I do believe having friends are awesome sauce, so once I'm up to battling/trading speed, I'd like to get to know some fans on the true meeting ground for trainers. Tha battlefield!

Name: Zack

Numbah: 5197 8905 0489

If you like, leave your own number in a review and we can hit each other up later, perhaps. Keep in mind: I don't play the "Level 100 bred from 17 other Pokemon EV fun time yet I severely lack a life or SOUL" game (yet), so if you do, and you battle against me, I will be washed away in an ocean of O.O's and Wtf hax's.

So please don't.

Thank you for playing,

Matt, the Z-Byte