Phillip Robinson is feeling rather embarrassed at the moment.
Imagine him successfully finishing his invention, and being all satisfied about it, only that Jasmine girl is still there watching him. Phillip, unfortunately, didn't take it very well that she's still there, since he gave a startled shout, grabbed his invention, and ran back down to his floor, leaving her to stare after him, stunned.
"That was embarrassing." Phillip sighed.
"Indeed." Emolga replied, giggling at the way Phillip reacted earlier.
"But why was she still there watching me? I thought she'd have left by now."
"Beats me." Emolga shrugged.
"Well, it wasn't as embarrassing as Rosaline seeing me in just my boxer shorts while I was getting breakfast the day after she was named as the newest Elite." Phillip shuddered at the memory. That time, he had forgotten that there are now girls in the Elite, and he can't just go get breakfast without getting dressed from then on. Jude still had a great laugh about it.
"I'd say you need to go out a bit. You deserve a break after making that invention and the shock of Jasmine watching you. How about we go watch the PAL Contest?" Emolga suggested.
"Well, I'm bored, so yeah, I'll go." Phillip shrugged, as he pressed the elevator, and waited for it to come up to his floor.
"Rosaline." Espeon said. "We're being monitored."
"I know." Rosaline replied. "You're talking about the kid following me right?"
"Yeah."
"I rather not let him catch me using my powers." Rosaline said to Espeon. She teleported behind Max, which confused him since she suddenly disappeared, and looked around for her, not knowing she was behind him.
Rosaline sent out her Munna. "Munna, hypnosis!" Before Max could react, Munna's eyes glowed eyes glow light blue and Max fell asleep. Rosaline walked over to the sleeping Max, and touched his forehead, and activated her ability.
"So, what kind of dream did you give him?" Munna asked.
"It's a dream where his father Norman found out about his betrayal to Ash and getting a really huge and long scolding, which would end with him telling his son that he is getting grounded and he won't be able to go on his Pokémon journey." Rosaline chuckled. "He won't wake up until the dream is over." Rosaline caught Munna looking at her hopefully. "And no, Munna, you're not allowed to use Dream Eater on him, you'll ruin my ability."
"Awww…" Munna was disappointed.
"But you can eat one of these." Rosaline offered Munna a Poképuff, which Munna ate with delight.
"Yummy!" Munna commented with joy.
Rosaline's hand suddenly jerked towards her pen and an old piece of paper in her pocket, and her arm unconsciously wrote down something, glowing in aura all the while.
"Rosaline, your prophecy making ability has shown itself again."
"Yeah, I wonder why." Her ability of prophecy construction only shows itself once in a blue moon, and only when there's extreme danger coming closer, ones that may mean their lives or deaths.
Just then, her hand stopped glowing, and they read what she had written.
The Danger is quiet
Silent and tranquil
Moving in silently for the kill
On their own free will
Abused by evil, abused by society
They are quietly shutting everyone out
With their Heart full of doubt
The quiet one is seeking revenge
For all that they had done
Acting on their emotions
Hiding their deadly secrets
The quiet one sought to let everyone feel their pain
Never caring if there's no gain
Anger and hate takes over
All because of a lost Lover.
"I better tell Ash." She quickly sent a message to the Champion.
"We can worry about the poem you wrote later. For now, why don't we go to the PAL Contest to watch Pakura?" Espeon suggested.
"That's a great idea!" Rosaline exclaimed.
"Wow, Ash, my Pokémon loves these Poképuffs. Who made this?" Cynthia asked, examining a pink Poképuff. Her Pokémon were at the background devouring the cake-like confections, enjoying every single bite of it.
"Pakura did. She's pretty good at making Pokéblocks and Poffins as well." Ash replied. "I'm glad your Pokémon liked it."
"It'll be nice if you can get Pakura to make more of these for my Pokémon." She commented, as the Poképuff on her hand got snatched up and eaten by her Glaceon.
Ash smiled, and turned to Pikachu, who was being hugged and kissed on the cheek by Buneary. Ash laughed as Pikachu seemed contented by Buneary's affections, and he isn't exactly in the Attract status often seen in battles. They had become close over the four years since Buneary left Dawn to join him, and Pikachu, like the good big brother, cared for her during that time, where Buneary felt rather left out among Ash's Pokémon, since she was the only defected one to stay with Ash, while the rest became close to the other Elites. Apparently, the friendship eventually became love.
"So, buddy, when can I expect eggs to come?" He asked teasingly, earning a blush from the Pokémon.
"Hopefully soon, Ash." Buneary replied happily.
"Wow, look at this, Ash." Cynthia pointed to her Glaceon, who is trying to get his Glaceon's attention, only his Glaceon doesn't seem to be interested.
"Don't worry about my Glaceon, she always had an icy personality. Fits her type rather well, doesn't it?" He watched as his Glaceon continued to ignore Cynthia's Glaceon, only her Glaceon was rather persistent.
"Hopefully my Glaceon can warm yours up." Cynthia indicated to the two Glaceons
Ash gave a stiff grin. "Maybe." He watched as his Glaceon used Ice Beam Cynthia's, but her Glaceon doesn't seem in the least daunted, and followed his Glaceon around. His Glaceon is trying to ignore her Glaceon, and judging by the words Cynthia's Glaceon said, it's apparent he has fallen for her.
Just then, his CommuniDex signalled a message from Rosaline. He opened it, read the message, and gasped.
"What's wrong, Ash?" Cynthia asked, concerned.
Ash showed her the picture of the prophecy, explaining Rosaline's gift to tell the future by writing poetry down unconsciously.
"What does this mean?" Cynthia asked, frightened.
"It means the PAL Elites are in danger." Ash replied grimly.
"Is it more than one person?" Pikachu asked.
"No, it's one person only." Pikachu, Lucario and Cynthia blinked at him. "Look at this line: They are quietly shutting everyone out, with their Heart full of doubt. Heart, not hearts. It's written as they because the person's gender is unknown and thus the ability used 'they' to describe gender neutrality. Whoever this person is probably the one causing those mysteries. If we can find out who this is and why, it's most likely we can put an end to this!"
Cynthia looked at him in admiration. Ash clearly isn't as dense as four years ago.
Lucario coughed. "Ash, isn't the PAL Contest thing starting soon?"
Ash jumped up. "Oh yeah, you're right! We'll talk about this later! Come on, guys!" they returned their Pokémon, and Ash offered his hand to Cynthia, which she accepted, and Ash teleported them outside Aquamarine's Style, which is located near the Contest Hall.
"All done, Princess Pakura!" Aquamarine Alexandrite, owner of Aquamarine's Style and Pakura's personal designer and stylist cheerfully placed the last touches on Pakura's preparation.
"Why can't you just call me Pakura?" she asked, irritated.
"Oh, you're as modest as usual, Princess Pakura! Just check yourself out in the mirror!" Aquamarine gushed.
Pakura checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing the same dress that May had wanted, and her hair was pulled up into a bun with a strands of hair falling from it. She was also wearing a tiara on the side of her head with a Key Stone fixed into it, along with baby blue ballet flats.
Pakura nodded her thanks, and left the boutique with Skitty and Sylveon, and made her way to the Contest Hall, unaware of her little follower. She ignored the people waving to her, calling her "Princess". Arceus forbid they should just say Pakura. Sure, the other regional Elites and her fellow Elites call her Pakura, but the other regional Elites will go back to their regions after the tournament, and her fellow Elites also sometimes slipped up and called her "Princess". The worst part is, they really think she's PAL's Princess and sometimes, they call her "Princess Pakura" like her stylist. And when she tells them not to, they assume it's out of modesty.
Meanwhile, the Eevee that she left in the garden was peeking from behind a pillar, and smiling to herself. She imagined what it would be like to become her Pokémon, when suddenly, she was snatched up, and Eevee found herself face to face with a blond girl with green eyes.
"Aww. You're such a cutie!" The girl was smothering her. Eevee was struggling to get herself off the girl's grip.
"Alright. I've made up my mind. From today onwards, you're now my Pokémon!" she declared.
Eevee didn't like the idea, since she already decided she'll only become the black haired girl's Pokémon and promptly fired a shadow ball at the girl's face, causing her to fall and let go of her. Eevee quickly scampered away.
Hearing something, Pakura turned in time to see a light brown furry tail disappearing around the corner, away from a dazed girl.
"Something wrong, Pakura?" Sylveon asked.
"No, nothing." Pakura shook her head, and promptly turned back to head to the Contest Hall's entrance. She entered the Contest Hall lobby, and was greeted by the receptionist, and she entered the still-empty Contest Hall, where Wallace and Fantina were waiting.
"Pakura! How nice of you to join us!" Wallace greeted her.
"Hello, Pakura." Fantina welcomed her in her accent.
"Champion Wallace, Leader Fantina." Pakura nodded curtly.
"It's an honour to have an exhibition contest battle with you, Pakura. Let's do our best!" Wallace said.
"Whatever." Pakura replied absent-mindedly.
"The audience is going to arrive, we better take our places." Fantina said, looking at the approaching crowd.
The other two nodded, and took their places, not knowing that an Eevee was hiding at the side of the stage, watching one of the judges.