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[She raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not convinced. Back home things were different. Here, they're much more dangerous.]

Whatever abilities you had back home are useless here. So no, that doesn't prove anything to me.

[Besides that he's a bit arrogant and full of himself, but that's not really the point.]

If you want to stand a chance with us, you need a lot more than just being able to read Pokemon body language.

Okay, if I somehow forgot to use an entire martial art, explain to e how I've been teaching it to my Pokemon? I mean, yeah, sure, I can't use glow blue and give myself superstrength anymore, but that doesn't mean it's not still useful.

{And this was not a Ron that was arrogant and full of himself. This was just a Ron who was fully aware of what he can currently do. And is also mildly annoyed that yet another person was incapable of taking him seriously.]

And it's not body language. It's speech. Seriously, you can blind fold me, point to something, and Frederick'll tell me what it is while I'm still blindfolded.

I said abilities, not skills. If you're skilled enough to teach them, then that's not the problem.

[It's hardly that she's incapable of taking a teenager seriously; hell, she's seen what a 14 year old can do when pushed far enough. It's that, to her, he's done nothing but boast about things that may or may not work here.

But there's one way to prove if he's right or not. Yeah, she's taking off her scarf now, and only for one reason. Yes, she's going for the blindfold option.]

We'll see. Turn around.

You think I'd be talkin' about the Monkey Fu if I wasn't sure I could still use it? Cuz' I can. I checked.

[And he ties the length of cloth around his head.]

Alright, ready to go.

Monfer.

[There's no reply to the first bit; she's heard too many people boast for the sake of boasting to believe anyone at first or even second word. As for the second, once she's sure he can't peak through the material, she points over her shoulder, gesturing to the light post directly behind them with a glance at the Monferno.]

What am I pointing at?

Ferno monferno.

The lightpost right behind us.

[She frowns a bit. Lucky guess? No. Not likely. One more, then.]

And now?

[Said as she points to a person walking down the street, one native to Johto that neither of them could really know. If he gets this...]

Monfer monfern ferno.

Some guy walking down the street

[Two for two, and right both times. Huh. Something about this seems too good to be true, but she'll reach forward to undo the knot holding her scarf up and reclaim that.]

Can you understand just your own team? Or is it all Pokemon that speak?

All of 'em. It's the reason me and Frederick almost tricked the Magmar and the Torterra belonging to that crazy guy with the bushy eyebrows and the sharp teeth into releasing the kidnapped ones.

So you won't mind if I ask you to test that theory.

[Granted, she's not really asking so much as doing already, having released a Rapidash to paw at the snow around them while he looks around curiously. Lightning steps up to his side, saying something quietly, and he tosses his head before whinnying loud enough for the sound to echo down the street.]

What did he say?

[What he just screamed, actually, was his own name. Odin. Now, if Ron asks his Monferno to translate for him, then there may be an issue.]

He screamed Odin for some reason. I'm guessing that's his name?

It is. [three for three. Has to give him this point, doesn't she. Okay then. One more thing to prove.] You said you were a master of Monkey Kung Fu. Show me what that means.

[She won't be able to tell if he really is a master at it because this is the first she's ever even heard of it, but skill in the art of kicking butt is still in the art of kicking butt. Mostly, anyway.]

Well, best way to show ya is by. y'know, sparring, so...you want me to try this with Frederick or do ya wanna do it a different way?

[She actually does give that a moment of thought, one hand on Odin's neck. The best way to really observe is from an outsiders perspective, and if she's deflecting hits or flipping this kid flat, that's no way to learn.]

Frederick. It'll work better that way.

[For both their sakes, really.]

Right, you heard the lady buddy. Give me a sec, Luna should probably see this..

[Ron releases his Riolu to watch, and both Ron and Frederick go out into the middle of the street, and bow to each other. Then the Monferno runs towards Ron, leaping to kick him in the chest. The kick connects, but rather than fall Ron somersaults, landing on all fours. He then sweeps his legs around, kicking Frederick's legs out from under him. The two combatants continue to leap monkey-like around each other, the most number of dodges, blocks, and connected strikes ending up in Ron's corner, before breaking away from each other and bowing once more.]

[They move so fast, it's almost hard to keep up with what's going on. But it's easy enough to tell that the style is designed around momentum and speed, and that it won't be easy to dodge. That's a good thing, and the look on her face is pensive now.]

You know, you never answered my original question. Regardless of your experiences back in your own world, this isn't going to be easy. Team Rocket has no qualms with attacking you directly if you piss them off, and they don't play fair. [She crosses her arms over her chest, fingers tapping her bicep] There's no backing out of this once you're in. Are you sure this is something you want to do?

Yeah, I'm sure

Alright then. [She's still not convinced, but she's extending her right hand towards Ron. Shake on it?] Welcome to the PGC, Ron. Let's hope you don't regret this.

[oh no laguna's figured out your personal number lightning
watch out?]
Hey, Light. Mind if we talk a bit?
[There's a slight pause, as Laguna's just getting a bit more comfy in reality. Even though he knows, like, she might not answer for a bit. He is calling in the middle of the night, after all.]
I'm remembering stuff about the Conflict.

[It's not like she tried to hide her number...or her voicemail inbox. After all, it's set to play whenever she doesn't answer a direct call. She is a bit surprised the next morning, when she sees that he left her a message, but after she hears it...Etro. She needs to nip this in the bud.]

What kind of things are you remembering?

[Laguna, at this point, had gone to work - so, he's taking a break to get back to important stuff. You may hear the sniffles of a Wooper near to him.]
Well, a bit of everything. But it's all kind of fuzzed, too. So, could you help me out a bit?

[Oh, she hears them. She hears them and frowns, but sticks to the task at hand.]

I can try. Still need to know what you do remember, though. There's a lot to go over if I have to start from the beginning.

Well... [Laguna pauses, to think. Lightning, you just gave him a free pass on rambling about stuff you monster. He then clears his throat.]
The first thing I remembered was actually a few days ago - it was kinda fragmented, though, so I didn't think to call you. I was sitting there with Elle [the munna], when she coughed up some Dream Mist - and I saw myself with our group. We were lost - and you guys were blaming me.
[aw he remembers the start of the gameplay :3] But then, these strange things - Manicures? I think that's what they were. [laguna srsly] Anyhow, they all were appearing, and some other guys were there - can't really remember who - and me and Vaan fled together. Don't really remember much from after that - I mean, I met with the Cloud of Darkness - but it's a big blank until...
[He goes silent for a few moments.]
Until we tried to seal all the manicures away, and we beat those six for it. I remember passing out at the end, at least.
[There's a bit more silence.]
Don't really remember much else. I mean, I kinda remember something else? I'd given this guy a rose, and me and Squall had a bit of a chat... but that's really it.
[spoilers: he doesn't even remember the gods in play
he doesn't even really remember most of the names of other warriors
it's very patchy due to a curious munna eating away his strange dreams]

[There's a moment of silence on Lightning's end as she tries to process all that, some tiny voice in the back of her mind going "never do that again you idiot" at her, but she still listens to everything he says.

She doesn't know the whole story of what happened to him, but it seems he doesn't either. Patchy memories are better than none, but...]

Manikins, Laguna. They were called Manikins. [Not manicures. Even she knows what those are.] They were our enemies in what was called the Conflict. Some war between gods that wasn't ever going to end. We got dragged into it, with our memories as the price. You, me, Vaan, Yuna, Tifa, and Kain.

[Some of whom she's never seen again. Hell, Laguna's been here twice already! But there's one last thing she needs to tell him.]

And we didn't pass out after sealing them away. We died.

[Completely. Serious. Tone. She wishes she was kidding.]

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