Welcome/Welcome back, you crazy diamonds!

[spiritcrystal]

[An island! This is most certainly not where everyone was just a few moments ago. ...Alright, maybe some of you were on an island. Don't get cheeky.

At everyone's feet is a small note. It gives no description of their location or explanation, of course; it only says one simple thing.

Please choose one.

The note comes along with three Pokéballs with different "starter" Pokémon in them- the three Pokémon can be anything, from a Froakie, Charmander, and Treecko to a Rattata, Patrat, and Bidoof if you're particularly unlucky- and everything in between. If it's not a legendary Pokémon, it's fair game.

Of course, you can only pick one! Trying to go for a second will leave you thinking that you better not get too greedy. If you're one of those types that wouldn't care either way, the other two Pokéballs will simply disappear.

Now go forth, and into a world of Pokémon!]

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[tidaldrum]

[You've got to be kidding him.

Ethan's just going to take the floor, thanks. The floor's so nice. Much better than a chair. Who do you think you are, the greatest Pokémon trainer ever? Because that'd be him. (And Red.)

So fine. He'll wait. Even if, a mere ten minutes later, his fingers start tapping impatiently.

The Silver he's more familiar with - the one in his Johto - isn't someone willing to wait for long; he's only starting to get patient, and only with Pokémon. But, alas, this isn't the Silver he's most familiar with. Alas.]

[savedover]

[Silver might consider himself an awful Trainer, but he knows-- he knows-- that he's more patient than Ethan. He's not the same person he was when he first stood in front of Professor Elm's Lab. After all, one of the first things that he learned was that it is always better to be hours early instead of fifteen minutes late.

As they sit, he shows no signs of impatience. After all, it's only been ten minutes. He's in absolutely no hurry.

(By the by, his camp chair is pretty comfortable as far as portable furniture goes. It even has a cup-holder for a drink! ... not that he has one. It's just nice to have.)]

[tidaldrum]

[Fancy, aren't we.

Ethan flips open his Pokégear to study the time, lip curling when he reads it. And the tapping turns to fiddling with the Gear -- he even tries to put on some music but, failing to find any of his favorite radio channels (two and a half minutes of searching), he closes it.

And the finger tapping starts again.

His crocogator (allidile?) hesitantly lays down too; he's just curling around his trainer, putting his head into Ethan's lap. It's warm. Nice. Petting his Feraligatr gives him something to do. Maybe he can last longer than fifteen minutes.

Well. Not in silence.]

Are you seriously going to wait?

[savedover]

[Silver waits, quietly, mentally going over what he needs to remember. Later, he'll find a notebook and write it all down. But he can't do that with Ethan in the way.]

Until you lose interest and go away, yes. [Looking down at Ethan and FeraFera he feels a pang of envy. The two of them obviously have a close bond.] I'm prepared to wait as long as it takes.

[tidaldrum]

If you don't care about my opinion, then why don't you want me to see which one you pick?

[It's one of the few things he's honestly curious about. Ferafera lifts his chin so Ethan can rub the scales under it, humming appreciatively at the attention.]

[savedover]

Because it's none of your business. [Because he hates the thought of Ethan watching him make a difficult decision.]

[tidaldrum]

It's not like I'm not going to see you again, with how these things [he waves his other hand in the air, as if to refer to stupid fate shenanigans] work out. I'm going to know which one you pick anyway, so what's the point?

[Is it because he looks like Gold.]

[savedover]

I don't care. I'll deal with that when it comes. [But right now, he doesn't want Ethan here.

(It's mostly because he looks like Gold.)]

[tidaldrum]

Are you always this difficult? [God, he's like the perfect little project for Lyra.

(Good looks ruin everything.)]

[savedover]

If by "difficult" you mean that I make reasonable requests that are inevitably denied by idiots like you-- then yes. I am difficult.

[tidaldrum]

It's just a Pokémon. [Harrumph. But if he leaves now he'll be losing. And giving into Silver's stupid demands.] You're an idiot for even thinking it's a reasonable request.

[savedover]

[But to Silver, it's not "just" a Pokémon. It's something much more important; something much more personal. And he doesn't want Ethan to see it.]

I am in no way obligated to satisfy your curiosity. I've told you, repeatedly, that I don't want you here. Why won't you go away?