In the far distance, overlooking the nearby forest and a bit of the towns in the surrounding area, there stands a tall and mighty mountain. It is within this mountain that the Revolutioneers stay, having built their whole base within it's cavernous depths. Right now, a speech from the leader, Montainum, is being held in the grand hall on the stage. His booming voice echoes over the crowd of Revolutioneers at his feet without the use of a microphone. Even if his voice weren't so mighty, you'd still be able to hear him, as none of the Revolutioneers dare talk out of turn in front of the great Terrakion onstage.
Coming in a bit late, a Lucario enters in from a side passage, while tightening the knot for her cape, and straightening it over her shoulders to try and cover up a large wound on her right arm. She's come just in time to catch some of Montainum's final words, though it doesn't matter much to her. She's heard all the same before.
"...It is for this reason, my fellow Revolutioneers, that we must fight against them! We must not falter in our resolve! These humans know not what power they've been treating so lesser this whole time! They call us 'Pokemon', short for 'Pocket Monsters'. Their views of us as a whole couldn't get more demeaning. In this light, we've never been the monsters. No, it is the humans, or, as I think we should start saying...the 'Humons'. 'Human Monsters'. Let us go on, comrades, and continue our noble fight, whatever the cost!" Montainum ends his speech with a triumphant tone, and the hall erupts into cheers. The Lucario that just walked in watches for a bit, then turns to leave again, until she's suddenly caught by the arm with sharp claws.
"Going somewhere, Aruba?"
The Lucario turns to see her only slightly-superior teammate, a snide-looking Zoroark with special leather gloves that come with metal claw extensions. She scowls a bit.
"What do you want now, Darkclaw? I was just on my way to see what new tasks I needed to do. Thought I'd try and catch the speech, but it seems I came in a little late." Aruba replies. Darkclaw smirks at her, and pulls back her cape to show off the wound on her arm.
"Oh? So where were you before? You must've been doing something pretty serious to get a wound like that." Darkclaw grins.
"I was doing what everyone else has been doing. Assisting in our daily battle against air-headed, egotistic humans." Aruba jerks her cape away from the Zoroark, putting it back over her shoulders and starting to walk off.
"...I'm not that dumb, Aruba." Darkclaw murmurs under the din of the Pokemon-filled hall, just loud enough for Aruba's ears. "Your scent has been recently mixed with metal, anguish,...and Tatakumei."
Aruba stops dead in her tracks, and finds herself clenching her fists to keep herself from lashing out at Darkclaw.
"...I won't say anything this time, but honestly, you should stop trying to break your little daughter out." Darkclaw, knowing how hard Aruba is trying not to attack him, gets right up to her back, talking right into her ear. "We'll let her out to you when we feel you deserve it. For now, focus on your work, and maybe it'll happen soon. Okay?"
".....Fine." Aruba finds it almost painful to force out that one word, and quickly walks away from Darkclaw before she can hear him laugh. She makes her way through winding passageways in the mountain base, trying to stop her own bitter tears.
Meanwhile, In the field route outside of the nearby forest, a sort of odd-looking trainer girl sits on a stray tree stump, surrounded by her own pokemon. She never keeps them in pokeballs, unless she has a reason to restrain them. Sometimes they do get too into their battles...especially the Sylveon at her left, Euphoria.
"I haven't seen anyone out here yet...no Revolutioneers, no criminals, no anything..." The girl sighs disappointedly.
"Isn't that supposed to be a good thing, Sephie...?" Raven, the sharp figure nested on the ground behind the tree stump, glances back at her.
"Good? Yeah, sure. Completely boring? Absolutely without a doubt." Sephie yawns.
"She's right. I want to go plaaaayyyyy...." Euphoria whines helplessly, rolling around on the ground.
"Your version of play always involves so much unnecessary fright and bloodshed, Euphoria...I honestly prefer you in this kind of state." Pipley, the Delphox standing above all of them, shakes his head with a faint smile while he twirls his wooden magic staff in one paw.
"Why do you have to be so meeean, Pipley?" Euphoria huffs at him with a frown. All Pipley does is chuckle.
"Hey, Ai-yu, have you gotten any weird feelings?" Sephie looks up at the tiny, shimmering pink Celebi floating idly above her head. "I know you have those psychic visions and all that jazz every now and then, being a time-traveler or whatever..."
"You make it sound so very casual..." The pale, misty figure of a shiny Meowstic to Sephie's direct right finally speaks up to join in on the conversation.
"Well, I'm pretty used to it. Seems normal to me." Sephie shrugs. "I mean, honestly, Sachiko, I'm not sure how much can really phase me at this point. I've got a murderous death machine dressed up in pink fur and adorable ribbons to my left, a shiny ghost Pokemon to my right, and a shiny Celebi with weird powers floating over my head. And they all speak English."
"...Good point..." Sachiko purrs lightly.
"OI! What do you think you're doin'?!"
"W-wait! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! NO! NOOOOOO!"
"Ugh..." In the middle of the forest, a shiny Zoroark is just waking up to the sounds of squabbling just north of his resting place. It's not too uncommon for him, but it certainly is rather annoying. He gets up, and walks towards the noises. He stops to watch the source of the noise, a Pichu in a top hat and cape, fighting against a Meowth with one blue eye and one green eye. What are they fighting over? 3 berries.
"THOSE ARE MY PECHA BERRIES! YOU KNOW I FOUND THEM SPECIAL, ELECTRICIA! WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE THIEVING ONE HERE ANYWAY, EH?!" The Meowth cries as she tries to claw the berries away from the sprinting Pichu.
"JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A MEOWTH, THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE THE ONLY THIEF AROUND, MYSTARII! AND I WASN'T EVEN TRYING TO STEAL THEM ALL! I ONLY WANTED ONE!" Electricia shouts back.
"THEN WHY DID YOU GRAB HALF THE PILE?!"
"BECAUSE I WANTED SOME FOR LATER!"
"WITHOUT ASKING ME?!"
"A PECHA BERRY A DAY GIVES GOOD POKEMON THE ENERGY TO PLAY~!"
"OHHHH, YOU LITTLE-"
"What in Arceus's name do you think you're doing, fighting over something as simple as berries?" The shiny Zoroark. interrupts them with an unamused look. "I seriously passed about 2 bushes of the things on my way here, and it was a 10-foot walk."
"Oh! Awake from your nap already, Rythian?" Electricia grins at the Zoroark.
"As if I could continue sleeping with all of the ridiculous noise..." Rythian sighs.
"Awh, sorry Ry!" Mystarii frowns at him before turning and hitting Electricia upside the head. "See?! Look what you did!"
With a magician's grace, Electricia catches the hat at the last second, and places it gently back atop her head as she replies, "As if it was only me. I wasn't the one who started making a huge outcry over berries! Rythian's right, you know! THEY'RE ALL OVER THE PLACE!"
"Then why did you choose to steal MINE?" Mystarii growls.
"...Stolen food always tastes better. You know that." Electricia states simply.
Rythian sighs once more, putting his face in his paws.