Almond watched Haruki's reaction. There didn't seem to be panic like what he felt at the thought of finding more of those creatures. Instead, she seemed deep in thought. Somehow, someway, he knew what was going to come out of her mouth. He knew it and it scared him. Frantically the synapses danced around with their twirling lightning, trying to come up with something, a shield to change the arrow's course before it hit him right between the eyes, but all that it drew was a blank card. So he crossed his fingers and wished upon a star. It wasn't the brightest star, but it was big, and if he was going to entrust a wish to anything it would be in an object who could reach the planet Mars from the sun's location.
"Yeah." Almond nodded. "I had a feeling you were going to say that." He leaned forward and propped his chin on his palms. "I agree completely with you on that point Haruki, but there's something I'm not quiet sure about, and it bugs me. It bugs me like ants over a cake, or that thick lone black hair growing out of a scar. Why so little? Back home those things poured out like waves upon waves. They rushed out and just started killing. None of the foot soldiers, or whatever they were, gave two flicks of a dog's tail who saw them, but here, its different. The shadow pokemon, and I'm sure that those things are around, are being sneaky. Instead of just slaughtering outright, their hiding. Why? What would be the point of such things doing anything to keep their prescience a secret?" He shook his head.
Professor Oak watched the back and forth in silence. His fingers tented in front of his face, and his intelligent green eyes seemed to take in everything. When he saw the two had reached a point for silence he leaned forwards. "It's a bit much to believe, isn't it? A part of me wants to trust you to on the grounds that you both seem like such nice children, but another part of me, the one that can't just accept anything without proof, has no choice but to be stubborn."
Almond turned to the older man, and stared at him with blank eyes, a blank mouth, and a nose that had no choice but to appear blank on account of lacking any level of personality whatsoever. "So?"
The professor sighed and looked down. "So, is there anything either of you two could say or do that would prove me you both are from some other plain? Anything at all? It doesn't have to be amazing by your standards. It just has to be something I couldn't explain away except by with your other worldly theory."
"Oh." Almond nodded. "Well, okay give me a second to think." He scratched the back of his head and stared hard at the table until a sweat drop slithered down between his eyes and fell off the end of his nose. "Oh! I know!" He jumped and hurried over to the professor, who looked like he wanted to slink away but didn't. "You! You have a nephew named Blue, right?" The older man nodded. "And he grew up with a rival named Red, correct?" Again, a nod. "And they both got their starter pokemon the same day?" Nod. "I bet Red picked his pokemon first, it was a Charmander, and Blue picked Squirttle right afterwards simply because it was a type advantage?"
The man's face went white. "How-how did you know that?"
Almond shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Oak looked at them again for a moment before nodding and getting to his feet. "I'll just take your word for it. Now," he turned away from them and walked towards a steel table with three red and white balls at the center. "Would you two please come over here? There's no way I can pretend our world isn't in danger from whatever it is that's going on and I can't let you two children go it alone, especially since there was almost a fatality caused by a flock of pidgeys." He pointed at the balls. "I've got three starters here. I want both of you to take one. You can stay here tonight, and in the morning please do whatever it is you two need to do to get whatever those shadow things are out of here." He swallowed hard and turned away. "Come on Dragonite. Let's get some sleep. I'll see you two in the morning."