A Day Off? [Achroma]

[alder]

Even at night, Castelia City was the same glowing city it was during the day. So many lights. Alder thought upon this city, as well as Unova, as he watched the others in the bar. He, of course, had nothing to drink yet; he wasn't really that much of a drinker at all, really. Too little time in the world, and besides that, it could drastically shorten your lifespan. No, he was just there to enjoy himself, and see how it was people enjoyed themselves as well during a wartime climate such as this. Not that the war had really reached Unova, yet anyway. It was only a matter of time until Lux and Nox decided to completely take over Unova, like they had with other regions.

Lux already had people working for them, after all. Himself included. It had been a hard choice, really, to join up with Lux, but what had happened seemingly so long ago, at Village Bridge, had changed his mind. Nox had to be stopped, they had to stop being so violent. And yet, despite thinking this, he wanted Unova to just be for Unovans, those that lived in Unova and called it their home. No Nox, no Lux. Alder was glad that, aside from Cheren and Juniper, no one knew of his desire to see this land be given back to those living in it. It would be dangerous if Lux ever learned he felt that way, after all, even if they were better than Nox, in his eyes.

The red-headed former Champion glanced around the bar again, a soft smile on his face, before returning his gaze to the table before him. He really was rather worried, despite his thoughts. What if something happened to Cheren or Juniper? Or what if Lux decided to invade full force? Would he really be able to help them conquer towns?

[achroma]

((Time to assume Steven's death is public))

At one point in this night of merriment, a slightly less happy figure limped into the bar. A very depressed looking Achroma closed the door to the bar behind him before limping to a seat at the bar with the leg he injured earlier in the week. The doctor winced as he settled onto his bar stool and sighed as he placed his gloved hands on the smooth tile of the main bar. It hasn't been his week.

It wasn't just that this whole Olympics thing was going slower then a cow in molasses, after all he was here for the big battlers and he has yet to see true tests of strength (though he predicted them to come soon). He had gotten some very sour news that day, and he felt that it warranted a bit of memory-be-gone. He didn't usually drink, but this was a needed occasion.

For you see, the death of Achroma's hero Steven Stone was publicly announced today. He was simply crushed by this fact, especially since he never even got to meet him. Thus Achroma came to drown his sorrows for the first time in a long time. He ordered a hard drink and as he waited for it to arrive he couldn't help but think that life was better when he was with Plasma...

((Crap post is crap, but I'm le tired.))

[alder]

Alder noted the man with blue hair that had just came walking in, and his attention would have turned away from the man, too, had he not looked so...well, depressed, really. That unsettled Alder, mostly because this was a time for celebration and happiness. Lux and Nox were actually managing to tolerate each other without one side attacking the other, which was an accomplishment in and of itself. But he could hardly walk up to the man and ask him what was wrong, even if he was Alder.

The man might be a foreigner, and as such, not recognize Alder at all. Then again, the man couldn't very well leave the other alone, especially if he was depressed; he couldn't help but see people become happy. Not to mention the man was limping, which meant he was injured; had he visited a hospital or anything of the sort? No matter. If anything, Alder could at least help the man in that regard. So it was that the former Champion approached the former Plasma member, and took the seat at the bar next to the man.

"You don't look so good. Pardon my concern, but did something happen to your leg?" Alder asked, gesturing towards the man's leg. He had once more neglected to order a drink, but he felt sure the bar wouldn't mind him. As bad as it was, he was using his reputation as former Champion to just stay in the place without ordering anything.

[achroma]

Achroma was too lost in his depressed, mournful thoughts to notice the man come up to him until he spoke. He slowly looked over at the stranger, and his eyes widened when he realized he wasn't a stranger at all. It was none other than Alder, the former champion of the Unova pokemon league. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

How did Achroma know Alder? Well what Unova resident didn't know of champion Alder? He was always in the news and the papers and sometimes even on the radio. Of course, when he started wandering about he showed up less and less in the public eye but even then everyone knew about him thanks to documentaries and such. He was a legend in Unova, though that wasn't exactly why Achroma was nervous at this moment. Alder was one of the many pokemon league members that endlessly fought to take down Team Plasma, and if he were to find out that Achroma was a former high ranking team plasma member, then this quiet night at the bar may turn troublesome.

Then again, who was he to judge right? He'll just play it cool and see how it goes. He answered Alder in a shaky voice, "Ah y-yes, fell o-over earlier in the w-week. Nasty scrape it was, b-but don't worry it's healing fine." Achroma took a deep breath. He was losing his calmness, he had to relax if he was to survive this conversation. He smiled when his drink finally came, and guzzled it down thinking it would help. Of course, the initial burning as it slid down his throat caused him to cough a bit after he was done. However, when he turned back to Alder he at least seemed calmer, "So why are you in a place like this hm? Never came off as much of a drinker on TV." Achroma tapped the table to order another round and looked to Alder for his answer.

[alder]

Alder nodded his head a little; so he had been right, the man had gotten hurt. Well, he had just said that it was healing up fine, so Alder decided it wasn't worth talking about that anymore. Though...the man seemed unusually nervous, and the former Champion had to wonder just why that was. Yes, he was the former Champion of Unova, that was enough to make anyone nervous if they weren't used to being near famous figures, but Alder was well-known for his kindness. Most people didn't have a thing to fear from him at all, and yet, this man seemed to hold some kind of fear towards him.

"Good to hear," Alder decided to comment, keeping his friendly gaze on the former Plasma member, though he, of course, had no idea just who this man was. It wasn't as if he had really met anyone in Plasma other than the likes of N and Ghetsis. Those two men...of them, the latter had been the truly despicable one. The former had just been a pawn that the latter had been manipulating, which was sad when you considered just what their relationship was. That of a parent and a child.

He chuckled a bit when the question was asked by Achroma, and shrugged his shoulders as he glanced around a bit. "Honestly, I'm not too sure. I guess I'm just here to...watch people. See how they act. It's refreshing to see people letting themselves relax, especially in times like these," the red-haired male stated, returning his gaze to Achroma soon enough. The man was calm now, but Alder suspected that was more because of the drink than anything else. "Since you know my name, might you tell me what yours is?" he asked next.

[achroma]

Achroma stared at Alder intently as he answered his question. He liked seeing people relax, well Achroma would have loved to show him some good old fashion relaxation but that was hard to do when he was sitting next to one of the most powerful trainers in the world. Oh well, he'll just keep up the calm and play it cool. After all, nothing bad could happen unless he asks for his name.

Which of course indeed happened, just as Achroma obtained his second drink and began to chug it down Alder asked for his name. He kind of chocked on the burning liquid and had to cought a bit to clear his throat. What was he to do? Surely if he revealed his name Alder would recognize him and demand his arrest or something. He had to think fast, he needed a fake name but what?

"Coreless." Achroma eventually answered. "My name's Coreless." Of course seconds later he thought how stupid of a name that was but oh well it was said and hopefully he would buy it. Now all Achroma had to do was keep up the conversation away from himself. Looking to the champion he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what do you think of this war business?"