Oh, Solosis is so SQUISHY♥
Oh, sorry, where was I?
Last night I arrived in Driftveil, ready to crash for the night, but as I came to the end of the bridge, I saw Cheren had been stopped by a strange man. The man said he was called Clay, and that unless Cheren and I found and stopped Team Plasma, we wouldn't be allowed to challenge the gym! I was pretty angry and Cheren didn't see how it was up to us when Clay is responsible for the town, but that was that. It was up to two kids to stop the bad guys. I was all ready to tear someone's head off when I realised Team Plasma might mean N, and there was a possibility I'd see him again.
It was a good night's sleep after that, and I woke up refreshed in the Pokémon Center, as did my team. I stocked up on some supplies and explored the town. There were a couple of people concerned about Team Plasma, so I guessed Cheren hadn't found them yet, and I should get on the case, but if no one could find them, they had either left or were hiding somewhere, so I surmised I had a little time to kill. After all, my team needed a little more training, and everyone was raving about somewhere called the Cold Storage, so I headed in that direction.
On the way, I met a guy on a motorcycle named Charles. He kept calling himself a heartbreaker but unless he was breaking those hearts with his beard, I don't know what the fuss is about. He challenged me to something called a Triple Battle, which I accepted, and I went all out with Comet, Fawke and Marik, my Blitzle, Tranquill and Liepard. I won, as was expected - hey, I'm getting to be
that good - and then Comet evolved, as was ex--wait what. Comet evolved! He became a Zebstrika, just like Elesa's that we battled yesterday! I was so excited and so was he, because he got a lot stronger as a result! We were ready now! We headed over to the Cold Storage.
Cheren was there, and he said he suspected Team Plasma were inside. I agreed, but didn't tell him my hopes to meet N. We stormed in and -- nothing. Just confused-looking workers and loads of ice. It was really,
really cold, too. And slippery! After a couple of slips, I got the hang of sliding across the ice to get to new places, and eventually reached the back of the storage, where a container stood. Cheren was sliding behind me and he nearly crashed into my back but I sidestepped and he hit the side of the container instead. Hehehe.
We heard voices inside, so I stepped in, and lo and behold, Team Plasma! They were all huddled around this old guy, but stopped that once Cheren and I appeared. The eight goons split into two groups and four of them battled each of us. Every single one of them claimed to be the toughest, but none of them were really that hard. Cheren and I beat them all up just in time for Clay to show up and finally actually do something, instead of asking kids to do it for him. However, the thing he showed up to do was... ask other people to gather up the wrong-doers for him. Lazy bum.
I took a close look at each of them as they left, but none of them were N. Shame. D: I even searched the container, but all I found was frozen boxes and a chunk of strange ice. Meh.
Cheren stopped to chat and said that what Team Plasma were doing, aiming to separate the worlds of humans and Pokémon, sounded bad, since it would be like having no Pokémon at all. I didn't say anything, but I remembered children's stories my Mama used to tell me, about a world where there were only Pokémon, and things you would never believe went on, and sometimes, just sometimes, a human would get sucked into the Pokémon world and turn into one. I loved those stories. Thinking like that, a world of just Pokémon sounded fun. But a world of just humans, with no Pokémon at all?
... N... I hope you know just what you're doing... ♥