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This is Lightning; leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

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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.

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