>>5531017>>5531018>>5531020"Hm... well, how about we go ask around about those scales then?" You ask Gareth. "D'you want some company? I kind of have some stuff with poke blocks and berries I want to look into." You explain.
"Sure." He says, brightening.
"If it's berries you're interested in, I know a gardening store." Emma says.
"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother..." Gareth says.
"Oh, it's fine. I need to get a few things myself." She adds.
You focus on lunch after that, before following Emma out.
To your surprise, she doesn't hail a taxi, just walks off down the road.
A bunch of hipsters duck off and two minutes later, you're jumped by Team Green thugs, but they quickly regret it.
There's half a dozen of them and they send out an assortment of pokemon, the usual Grass and Dark-types backed by Golbats you're beginning to recognise as their standard.
Before they've even drawn breath and before you or Gareth can release any of your pokemon, Emma's sent out an Incineroar and hit them with a Heat Wave, knocking them all out and sending them scattering like roaches.
"Kids these days." She sniffs, before you continue on, you and gareth sharing an incredulous look.
No surprise she used to be a League member.
(Part 1)
