Now! Fight your rival! [Leo/Kris]
Mount Silver. This place was pristine. The Tohjo Pokemon League had made sure only the best of the best cuold even come here. Leo didn’t technically own any badges, so he may have technically overpowered the guards and forced his way up here, and he may technically be expecting resistance any time now. He wasn't here to disturb the environment or anything - just study it intently to learn more about the Pokemon in his possession, who were definitely not native to Orre's desert, despite a few of them being comfortable there.
Mt. Silver was one of the few places where anyone could find wild Misdreavus, Larvitar, and Sneasel, let alone all in the same place. All of those Pokemon in his possession had evolved by now, but it didn't change the fact that this place would be prime for studying up on their needs and care.
Books were for losers that didn't break rules for the good of their partners. "Whiskey!" An Ultra Ball left his gloved hand, and light exploded out of it - fingers made of almost sinister orange light releasing the Pokemon held inside, which formed and stood confidently. A Weavile, arms crossed, studying its surroundings. Even long after their capture, the effects of the Snag Machine kept that little effect on a Pokemon's ball. Leo was partial to it.
"You from around here, guy?" He asked casually, as if his Weavile could answer him back in words. The Pokemon kept peering and sniffing, as if she was picking up something not-quite-familiar. "Most of you Shadow project Pokemon are from...somewhere else, that's for sure, but Cipher destroyed those records before I could return you to...wherever the hell. Not that I'm abandoning you in the mountains or anything."
The Weavile didn't care much about his words. She hunkered down and broke into a sprint. Something had her attention.
