It had been a few days since the whole incident, and Nate had finally gotten back from his mandatory trek. What had he been doing? Well, as punishment for making a tactically stupid decision, Nate had to carry Dratini up and down Victory Road, starting at five and increasing by one each day until the week was over. Currently, he was at seven. Well, at only about 7 pounds per pokemon, they shouldn’t be much of a hassle, especially for someone who was pretty good at using Aura to enhance his physical strength. Yet it seems that his ego had gotten to him, as he never considered how much these little wigglers he had to wrangle as they wriggled all over his body. At this point, he was exhausted after his second ten-mile trek of the week, and it wasn’t too long after he passed through the League’s doors that he fell to the ground, letting the Dratini slither away now that their free ride had gone kaput.
Unfortunately, Nate had promised his pokemon that he’d get to some training today, meaning that he had to get his ass off the ground… as soon as he could move again. He didn’t have any pokemon either, since he asked Lucario to hold onto his pokeballs, figuring Lance’s Dratini were good enough to ward away most of the pokemon in Victory Road. Thankfully, Nate might actually have help getting up this time! All he had to do was just get his attention and it would work out, right?
“Hey… hey! Gold! Could you uh…. gimme a hand here? I’m havin trouble getting up right now…”
It had been an interesting series of events that caused them to cross paths. Gold had not anticipated learning so much so quickly about the Unovan that he often saw visiting Lance at the Indigo Plateau.
One evening while Gold was dragged along for one of Silver’s vigilante escapades they encountered a snag. A trainer on a Dragonite got in the way of Silver and his target, forcing the boys to stand down and stop for the night. Later that trainer, Nate or Black as he called himself, approached Gold to get into contact with Silver in order to learn a technique that he had seen the other trainer do. Unable to lie or cover up the fact it was them, Gold felt he had no choice but to arrange the meeting. Silver reluctantly agreed and one night at midnight they all met at the roof of the Goldenrod Department Store. Silver tried to be sneaky about concealing themselves but after their plan fell through and Nate revealed that he was part of the International Police they had to simply negotiate their terms more openly. Silver (or Kamon as he had called himself) would teach Nate (or Black as he had called himself) how to use a ghost pokemon to create a pocket out of his shadow, in exchange for Interpol technology that Nate could offer. At least that had been the terms until Lance himself broke up their little meeting (he had watched the whole thing) and confiscated the tech. Nate was going to have to pay Silver with money instead. And Gold was going to have to be the one to play middleman to arranging these lessons...
It was odd that a foreigner would be all the way in Kanto regularly simply to visit Lance. Even if that Nate guy was a celebrity in Unova and Lance was a celebrity himself. After learning the fact they were BOTH part of the International Police it made a lot more sense to Gold. Not only was Lance a mentor to Gold for Champion, he was a mentor to Nate as a member of Interpol’s G-man squad. That also explained why Lance had rank over Nate to take back the tech he tried to offer to Silver, and dish out punishment on Nate for it too.
Currently Gold was working the front lobby of the Indigo Plateau. That job entailed sitting by the front doors as a greeter and to offer assistance to visitors that needed directions to facilities. Depending on traffic it could have been a busy or boring job. Today was on the slow and boring side. That is until Nate collapsed through the doors with an armful of Dratini.
Gold didn’t have to worry about the dragon pokemon, they knew where to go from here. That allowed Gold to focus on Nate and help the other young man up.
“Geez, how many times are you goin’ to have to do that?” He asked as he pulled Nate back up onto his feet. Gold didn’t let go yet just in case Nate wobbled.
“Why don’t you get your pokemon to help you, Nate? ...Or is that part of it?”
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