<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119737.msg5235124#msg5235124">Quote from: SammyGirl on 20-09-2011, 21:23:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">**Palette Town**<br/>"Jonathan." Charity gasped in surprise as her old friend held out a hand to keep her from falling over. "What are you--"<br/><br/>"I sorta figured you could use some help avoiding the paparazzi." The red-haired man laughed, pushing his glasses up and offering his usual amiable smile.<br/><br/>"Thanks." She laughed, looking around one more time. Sure enough, there were a number of news people trying to get her picture, and even more chaotic still, several dozens of young trainers all scrambling for her advice. Jonathan put an arm around the woman and shielded her from the onslaught of eager individuals, leading her inside while the police watched from atop their unusually skittish fire horses.<br/><br/><br/>Once in the safety of the building, the quiet of the lobby struck in stark contrast to the crowds outside. Everything smelled fresh. Polished stone floors reflected crystal lights hanging from the ceiling above. Comforting tones of red and gold complimented dark green leaves carefully manicured in lovely vases around the sitting area.<br/><br/>"Here." Jonathan's voice jerked Charity out of her thoughts. Her slipped a key card into her hand. "I already got you your room. Seventh floor. Third door on the right. The number's on the card."<br/><br/>"Thanks." The woman gasped, a little overwhelmed at the fact that she still haven't even adjusted to being back in town.<br/><br/>"I got you the room with the best view. And a balcony. Don't worry though, Gary paid for it."<br/><br/>"Is he coming tonight?" <br/><br/>"He's finishing up the paperwork with the bank, getting the deed to his grandfather's house signed over. He was sort of hoping you guys wouldn't have to stay in a hotel for long."<br/><br/>"It's alright." Charity shrugged, making her way towards the shining elevator doors.<br/><br/>They rode the elevators up, and when the bell chimed for their floor and they stepped out, Jonathan pointed her in the right direction. They made their way to the room, but before the professor had a chance to slip inside, Jonathan halted her.<br/><br/>"Hey, I've also been trying to get a hold of you since your trip to Unova, but for some reason your pokegear was acting up."<br/><br/>"Must be the distance." Charity said, turning slowly to look at her friend in concern. The tone of his voice made her worry. "What's up?"<br/><br/>"I got a weird message from Samuel. I'll send it to your gear tonight so you can read it. Maybe you'll be able to make more sense of it than I could."<br/><br/><br/>They said their farewells, both agreeing that Charity needed some time to herself so that she could regroup from her trip and get some rest, and once Jonathan was gone, the professor went inside, closed and locked the door, and tossed her stuff onto the plush couch. She dug through her backpack to get her gear out and set it on the table, shortly thereafter opening up the curtains to let some light in.<br/><br/>She then flipped on the tv, watched a few minutes of the news, and then realized how good a hot shower sounded. She left the tv on, and quickly went to the bathroom to indulge her senses in sweet-grass soap and honey shampoo.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center">**Palette Town**</div><br/>The view was beautiful from where Mewtwo rested, waited. Sapphire orbs seeming to stare out into nothing, a mind lost in thought or at less that would be what most would have thought if they saw her. Good thing no one was around to see the legendary creature, then again if someone did indeed see her it could end up being a very bad thing. A sly smile soon creeping across her face,<em>there she was.</em><br/><br/><em> Seventh floor. Third door on the right.</em>The thought seemed to creep into her mind as if it was meant for her.<br/><br/>Telepathy was always a good thing, if one knew how to use it. Timing was also another good think, the Pokémon slowly letting herself float off the roof, allowing her body to become weightless as she waited for Charity to make herself known. Then it happened. The curtains opened and she saw the professor, though Mewtwo would not act right away. Taking some time to make sure no one else was in the room before the floating Pokémon seemed to vanish from sight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">**Palette Town: Hotel Room**</div><br/>The room was nice. The temperature of the room seemed to be just right, the floor soft on the Pokémon’s feet. Long ears seemed to twitch lightly at the mixed sound of the local news and the sound of running water. A soft sweet scent seeming to kiss the air, over all the uptight Pokémon seemed to relax some. The only worry was that someone would enter the room unannounced or that Charity might not be expecting her so soon.<br/><br/>Mewtwo slowly rested her back against the corner of the room, her long tail slowly swaying every now and then as eyes turned to the talk picture box. She still did not truly understand why humans watched such things, though the news that was on right now did seem to give out useful information. For a moment she even found herself being drawn into it for a moment, that was until the sound of water ceased.<br/>