Jack didnâ€™t speak much, but elected to certainly be around some people he might network with a bit. One never knew what to expect from the scientific community in Kanto; brilliant pokescientists like Bill and Professor Oak were no more common than anywhere else, but they were more noteworthy. Perhaps someone would engage him in discussion over his particular field of study.<br/><br/>Besides, Irvine tended to make himself noticeable in the strangest ways; maybe someone would have some insight into dealing with him more effectively.<br/><br/>As they walked, Jack thought it over. It was probably all a matter of trust; he didnâ€™t quite understand Irvine. Had he always been as cold and aggressive as he currently was, or was that the fault of the rockets? Jack wasnâ€™t even sure it was such a bad thing. Irvine was deadly efficient and made decisions easily. Perhaps he was just Jack needed.<br/><br/>Jack stopped mulling for a moment to speak up â€œProfessor, Iâ€™m curious as to why this ritualâ€™s gaining so much attention. Is it the infrequency? Or are we just trying to get a more recent record of it?â€ Jack asked. â€œAfter all, itâ€™s a well-known event in the region, isnâ€™t it?â€<br/><br/>The previous mention of bootleggers reminded Jack of the Rockets all over again. Sure, they tended to keep quieter nowadays, and theyâ€™d been overshadowed in the news by more preposterous teams like Team Galactic, but in the end the Rockets were probably the most effective. There was plenty of speculation on that PokÃ©mon theyâ€™d created from Mewâ€™s genes, and how the hell they managed to get the knowledge to undertake such a project. Of course, there were always people in it for the money; someone, somewhere, had to know who gave them all the knowledge to do that.<br/><br/>Jack sometimes wondered if Irvine had actually been engineered that way. Sure he had that burn scar, but that was from experience; had the Rockets taken their work a step further and actually just start using their tech to engineer less noticeable PokÃ©mon. Sure, trainers had used breeders for ages to end up with the strongest PokÃ©mon possible, but the idea that you could just â€˜makeâ€™ one was something that filled Jack with a strong dose of guilty intrigue.<br/><br/>And of course, he couldnâ€™t help but wonder why anyone gave a damn about the Clefairy anyway. The whole space-origin of PokÃ©mon theory held little water out in Unova and the other regions, but it still popped up here in Kanto.<br/><br/>For now, though, Jack stopped distracting himself and looked back at Irvine â€œIf you want, youâ€™d probably be well off going to see if anyoneâ€™s run into trouble. I know you like caves, but youâ€™ll probably get bored with us all standing around talking, right? I can send Othello, Shades, or Kicks with you, though Othelloâ€™s probably more useful for spotting trouble. Itâ€™s up to you, though.â€ Jack offered. â€œBut maybe the scientists will ignore you if you follow me given the upcoming ritual.â€