Joseh watched as each of the trainers went off to do their own things. It's quite a crew we have going here... He looked over to see Trevor sitting at a tree with the pokemon he called "Rosgry". Remembering Professor Oak's request, he pulled out the Pokedex card and slapped it into his Pokegear. I just have to wonder how many items can be made by using "Poke" as a portmanteau or prefix... The program initialized to a full version of the latest pokedex. Joseh was about to close the interface as the phone rang.
It was his mother.
Damnit, she really can't leave me alone... He pushed the button to accept the call. "Hello?"
"Joseh! Finally you answered the phone! Have you met with Professor Oak?"
"Yeah, yeah. I was just about to call you actually to let you know what happened..."
They continued to talk for about fifteen minutes. About what the professor told him to do, the Pokedex he obtained, and how he was now stuck with a group of kids.
"...It'll be good for you, Joseh. Just think when you start breeding pokemon on your own...you'll notice some similarities when the time comes."
"I guess." He paused. "I have to get going though."
"But you'll call me once in a while, right?"
"Yes mom..."
"I love you! Be careful out there!"
With a sigh of relief, Joseh closed the phone.
He looked over to Trevor, who was sitting at the base of a tree, and walked towards him. "Hiya."
Trevor didn't respond. Rosgry tilted his head up at him. "Um...hello--"
"Listen, I appreciate you taking me to Oak and everything, but I'm going to say this once: back off. Rosgry and I have been able to handle ourselves for a while now; I don't need him being snatched away by some knowledge hungry scientist."
Joseh blinked and crouched down to his level. "Oak wouldn't be the type to do that. Besides, the only people desperate enough to do something like that would be those thugs from Team Rocket."
Trevor shrugged. "Says the guy whose Growlithe nearly bit my leg off."
Joseh blinked, surprised not only that Noah managed to get at him, but the fact that Trevor noticed. "But you were--"
"I know it was wrong and all, but I still needed to get money to take care of Rosgry."
Joseh sighed and sat next to him in the tree. "And so the magician attempts to make his motives disappear. Alas, a man in the crowd sees how he does the trick, yet does not call him out."
"Huh?" Rosgry imitated Trevor's word in his own voice.
"The gas pellets, the elaborate costume, even the way you presented yourself. What you did back there was by no means an improvised act. Someone desperate for money wouldn't have pulled off something like that. It was practiced, perfect. Well, save for the extraneous factors of several trainers tailing you."
Trevor didn't say anything.
Joseh motioned to the trainers before them. "The audience remains captivated, but the man only asks a simple question. He knows how the magician uses his tricks, but does not say anything--"
"English, please." Rosgry gave a snicker.
"Why?" Joseh straightened himself up on the tree and looked at Trevor. "Why do you hide your intentions?"
Trevor gave a nervous look along with Rosgry.
"I'm not going to rat you out. Please, tell me your story; I'd like to hear it."