S t e v e n S t o n e || {Heart of Steel}

[Wrath]

[You wander around the streets of Mossdeep City for a few minutes before stopping, staring from a short distance at a house near the coast. You blink down at your clipboard, checking the address. This is the place. You begin to walk toward the abode of your next subject for interview, one "Steven Stone". There is a note on your clipboard saying 'Don't knock, just go in'. You stop at the door, unsure for a moment, however, you heed the note and simply turn the knob, taking a careful step in and glancing around. You are greeted by a very sparsely-decorated living space. It is an open concept house with only one large room. Other than a small sink, a marble counter, and a handful of cupboards in one corner, there is no real kitchen. A bed is pressed up against the back wall, next to several empty shelves. The centerpiece of the room is a rectangular wooden table. The only personal touch you can really see is made up of the several glass cases against the right wall of the house. Sunlight is streaming through the window and the cases are lit up with colour. However, you turn away from the curious sight as you spot your subject. He was sitting with his back to the door but at your arrival he stood up. He looks at you as you enter, his face soft but not quite happy. He doesn't appear offended by your entrance, in fact he looks as if he were expecting you. The man sees you looking around at the sparse home and he appears slightly embarrassed, giving a tiny half-smile.][/font]

Oh. Hello. Might you be the one my father mentioned would be stopping by? You have some questions for me, correct?[/font]

[You nod wordlessly. The man gives a slight smile, and gestures with an open palm toward the chair before him. You move over and sit down, and he sits across from you. He folds his hands in his lap and eyes you without emotion, but his expression is calm and relaxed. You feel inexplicably soothed and serene just being near him][/font]

As you might be able to tell, I'm not often here, so I apologize for the lack of furniture. My father told me to come here so someone could interview me. He didn't explain, however I obey my Father's wishes. But I'm babbling. Please, go ahead and ask your questions.

{M y P a r e n t s C a l l M e}

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Steven Pierre Stone. Steven was the name given to me by my parents as is Pierre, my seldom-mentioned middle name. However 'Stone' is the name I inherited from my father, and he from his, and so on.
While my father still refers to me as Steven I fear my mother passed away when I was a child.
[His speech is rather formal, however an appropriate note of sadness enters his voice upon the mention of his mother. He gazes at the floor very briefly, as if mimicking the gesture of bowing one's head in respect, then nods very slightly for you to continue.]

{M y F r i e n d s C a l l M e}

[/center][/font][/b] The nickname 'Stevie' comes to mind, however it is only my close friends who call me such. Most know that I am--[He pauses, shaking his head] that I was the Champion of the Hoenn region, and believe that it would be inappropriate to refer to me in such an informal way. I've also been told that I tend to be rather... uptight and that only those friends who see my lighter side can even think to use such a petname on me. [He gives a sheepish chuckle at this. You notice that when he mentions his friends his eyes grow thoughtful as if he were reflecting on the past. A vague smile plays across his lips and for the first time he appears truly happy. He suddenly refocuses his eyes on you, however, the smile gone but his expression still relaxed.] Of course, I have no qualms with someone who I am not extremely close to referring to me as Stevie or another nickname of that ilk. It's simply that no one does.

In addition to that...[/color][The man's originally calm, half-lidded eyes close briefly in concentration, and his eyebrows furrow slightly.]

Ahh yes. If you wish to travel back in time a few years, then there is also the nickname Steven 'Stoner'.
[He huffs lightly in obvious irritation, and his lips purse.] Needless to say that was not an affectionate name given to me by friends.
Teenage years, you understand. Rest assured I did nothing to earn the title. I have never done any drugs in my life. [/font][His eyes, still focused on you, narrow as if you had somehow suggested he had] But you see, when you defend another from a bully, and then consistently destroy that foolish bully in battle, they really will do anything to try to bring you down. [Disdain saturates his formal tone as he speaks, and he lifts a hand from his lap and places it on the table beside him, rhythmically drumming his fingers against the wood as if to let out irritation]
Of my nicknames, this is the one I ask you never use. [He flashes you a cool, toothless smile, clenching his hand into a fist to stop his tapping, the disdain from before suddenly gone][/font]

{I A m N o t A n I t ! I A m A}

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[/b][He frowns at the question, eyes becoming frigid. The calming aura he gives off dissipates, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. When he speaks, his tone is perfectly level but much colder than before]
I am a male, if that was not obvious. I would like to believe that though my features are slightly delicate and feminine there is
no doubt of my masculinity. Besides, you've already learned my name. Traditionally 'Steven' is a name reserved for males. I don't believe that has changed in the last few years, hmm?
[/color][/font][He gives a light sigh and forces his features to relax] I apologize for sounding passive aggressive, but I'm sure you understand that I took offense to the very suggestion my gender was unclear. [Steven offers you a vague smile, his eyes remaining neutral. The calm, serene air about him has returned][/font]
However, I beg you, keep your questions logical, at the very least. I may not be Champion anymore...[/font][He pauses after saying this, as if to get used to saying he is no longer Champion. However, he does not look disappointed, in fact, he looks rather pleased at his new anonymity]...but I still have responsibilities and things to attend to, so I don't have the time to be answering redundant questions that you should be able to figure out yourself.

{I A m A}

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Nowadays I'm simply a wandering trainer. I stepped down from my position as Champion of the Hoenn region just...recently. In fact...you must be the first one in the region to know this.
I left the post and the Champion's cape to another. To its rightful owner, whether he wants it or not.
Other than that I'm a 'Stone getter' as I like to say. That just means I hunt for rare rocks. You see, evolution stones such as the Moon Stone or Fire Stone are very rare, very beautiful treasures that I have been interested in since childhood. [/font][His eyes twinkle and he grins slightly, shifting his position in his seat as if suddenly too excited to sit completely still. He is still very calm-looking despite the grin, and his voice is as level as ever]
Other than my personal appreciation for them, they are immeasurably useful to those trainers who possess a Pokemon that requires a certain stone to evolve.
I happen to be the only non-commercial Stone Getter in the region, if I am not mistaken. I find a stone, I may keep it for myself, or I may give it to a trainer I encounter in my travels who has use for it. I simply enjoy helping trainers on their first journeys. I find myself often giving out things like stones or TMs to trainers I see as worthy or deserving. Perhaps it's because I want to help others like an old friend of mine once helped me on my journey...[Eyes become thoughtful and distant again, and he looks to the clock again as if for reassurance. However, as before, his eyes return to you once more, and he continues as if nothing had happened][/font]
I have no reason to sell these stones I find since my family is rather wealthy, and when I was Champion I often received money from defeated trainers who challenge me. [/font][He mutters something else, then, however it is more to himself than anything][/font]However if Riley doesn't put down the credit card I may have to start selling stones to help get him out of debt...[/font]

{I D o n ' t N e e d W r i n k l e C r e a m ! I ' m}

[/font][/color][/b] [He answers in a sigh, refocusing on you once more. Steven appears almost startled to see you sitting there, and you are suspicious that he forgot your presence, and had been talking to himself for a portion of his last response.][/font]
23 years of age. I believe I asked you earlier to keep your questions logical. Perhaps I should add on to that, and ask you to also keep your questions precise, and not 'humourously' inquire whether a man in the prime of youth requires such things.[/font][You can't help but glance at his odd, silvery white hair as he speaks. He chuckles lightly as he follows your gaze, his irises rising to the top of his eyes for a moment as if to look at his hair. He raises an eyebrow at you, smiling slightly][/font] Despite what my natural hair colour may suggest, I am a young man. Shall we move on from this, perhaps?[/font]

{D o Y o u T h i n k I N e e d A D i e t ?}

[/font][/b] Instead of asking me such a thing perhaps you should simply go on a diet, and lose some weight until you lose all doubt. It is not my place to answer that.
[/font][He pauses as you explain the question is referring to his own appearance, and not yours. He nods a little][/font]
Oh, I see. Please do not force me to repeat my previous request for you to keep your questions precise. I really fear I must soon be going before...Well, there's someone who will probably be here soon, and...since I'm leaving for Kanto without telling him and I'm leaving behind a present of sorts he surely will not appreciate...[/font][You stare in curiosity and confusion, as Steven runs a nervous, silver-ringed hand through his hair and crosses his legs, apparently unable to keep still. But Steven merely smiles apologetically in response to your look][/font] I'm very sorry. I do not mean to be evasive or seem vague, but I really would not like to get into this at the moment.
Oh! Apologies again. My physical appearance, you asked for? Must I honestly describe myself? It is not my intention to be rude, but I really must be leaving soon.
[/font][You look Steven up and down briefly. His aforementioned bluish-silver hair is styled into thick spikes that curve toward the left side of his face, ending at his neck. His piercing, angular blue eyes are calm and half-lidded as he continues to stare casually at you. He has a pointed nose that is slightly larger than average, and his skin is on the paler side.
The man has a light, almost delicate physique, but his posture is elegant and confident, and you decide that 'frail' or 'weak' are not words that apply to him.
His clothes are quite stylish. He's sporting a fitted black blazer with purple zigzags running up the front. The white collar of a dress shirt can be seen from beneath his jacket, with a red tie-resembling sash wrapped around the collar.
His moves his legs, pulling one up to rest the side of his foot on his knee, and you notice the black dress pants he's wearing match seamlessly with the blazer.
His hands are folded on his lap, and you spot several thick silver bands around his fingers. Around his waist you can see what look like handcuffs chained to his belt, however several are holding stones in them, so you figure they are carrying cases for the evolution stones he discovers in his travels. Your eyes travel up his arms, and you see his upper arms have thick metal bands wrapped around the middle of them.
His eyes are still on you and he looks rather amused at your studious examination of him. He nods politely at you, inviting you to keep going with your questions][/font]

{M y E m o t i o n a l D i s p o s i t i o n ?}

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[/font][/font] Ahh! Now that was direct. I appreciate that especially since I mentioned how budgeted my time is at the moment.
Ahem. Well, I'd have to begin by saying I am very calm and level-headed. I can get extremely determined when I have a goal of some sort to complete. I suppose that was the way my father raised and conditioned me to be. While in times of calm and relaxation I tend to ramble...[/font][He raises his eyebrows pointedly at you, amusement twinkling in his deep blue eyes][/font]
...I am extremely direct and focused in times of crisis. I can be very decisive, and have absolutely no problem giving orders. [/font][The harsh set to his face when he says that, coupled with his usual soul-searching stare, makes it easy to see the truth to his words][/font]
I always try to be polite to others, while attempting to not seem pretentious despite my slightly more refined way of speaking. It is a challenge to get me openly angry when I'm in a calm mood, however, it is decidedly easier to do when my nerves are frayed. Fortunately, I am now fairly adept at keeping myself relaxed. The closest emotion to 'anger' most have ever seen me express is irritation. I tend to become very passive aggressive when irked, and some see this as worse than shouting in an open temper, as I am apparently very intimidating when I speak in a cold voice. [/font][He gives an amused chuckle, but you recall his reaction to the question of whether he is male or female, and you can comprehend this point of view][/font]
I admit I am a bit of a recluse. I dislike the chaos and noise of crowds, and am much more comfortable either alone or with one or two people. I can remain in a cave digging for stones or training my Pokemon for months at a time, never wanting for any company. It is better for me to train in isolation, anyway, since sometimes...my training becomes destructive to my surroundings. [/font][He gives a sheepish smile][/font] You see...Granite Cave used to have a very different layout until Metagross and I entered it to do a bit of training.

When I have some sort of goal I become innately focused on it, and I mimic this extreme focus and determination when in battle, only to a lesser, more short-term degree. I am a fierce, remorseless battler. [/font][/font] My Pokemon and I work seamlessly together, so well in fact that I hardly need to give them commands. I believe...no, I know that it is never simply about power. A powerful, unbreakable bond between you and your Pokemon is equally as important. Keep that in mind if you ever challenge me, because otherwise you stand no chance of beating me. [/font][His smirk widens as he continues with even more confidence and also a measure of pride][/font] Because when it comes down to it...I'm still the strongest!
[/font][With this, his formal tone returns and he continues sans-smirk][/font] When it comes to my battle strategy, I prefer not to lunge blindly into the fray. I allow the foe to get a couple of hits on my Pokemon so I may see their style, and then I pick on the weaknesses they reveal to me. My strategy has adapted to suit Steel-type Pokemon, since they are tough enough to be able to handle a few hits without taking too much damage, but when they hit back they pack quite a punch.

{T h i n g s T h a t A r e G r o o v y}

[/b] 'Groovy'? Interesting, if outdated, adjective. But I digress.

~Steel Pokemon: My favourite type
~Rare stones: I've been enthralled by them for many years
~Solitude and Silence: It helps me think, and while I often enjoy another's company, it is always pleasant to have time to myself.
~My Father: He raised me, he cares for me, and he has taught me a lot in my life. I am eternally grateful to him.
Hoenn: While I enjoyed living in Sinnoh, I always found myself missing my home region. It truly is a beautiful place.
Canalave Library: I spent a great deal of time there with Roark and Riley. I always enjoyed it. A quiet place full of knowledge.

My dear friends who helped me through life, and I hope will continue to do so:

~Wallace: I met him at the beginning of my Pokemon journey. He helped me along, and he taught me more than I ever could have learned on my own. [/font][Something about his tone is cold as he mentions Wallace despite the seemingly affectionate words, and his usually intense eyes fill with something like bitterness, leaving them looking dull and miserable][/font]

~Riley: When I met him I was a quiet, very serious child. He cracked open my exterior and taught me how to associate with people. How to make friends, and how to show affection. Truly one of my closest friends. I thank him from the bottom of my heart.[/font][His voice becomes warm, affectionate, and a slight smile appears on his face. He chuckles to himself and sighs, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as nostalgia and longing become evident on his face][/font]

~Roark: Such a kind, loving boy, and another one of my best friends. He's suffered a lot in his life. More than he deserves. Roark's very passionate about what he loves, but any who dub him a 'nerd' for it have faced my wrath, and I will continue to protect him from those who wish him any sort of harm.[/font][He frowns, his gaze becoming so intense and authoritative you find yourself leaning back in your seat][/font]

The Elite Four of Hoenn: Skilled, powerful, righteous trainers. Truly, I thank them for remaining by my side through thick and thin.

~My Pokemon: They've always been loyal to me, and I thank them for being with me all these years.
~Metagross
~Aggron
~Skarmory
~Lucario
~Cradily
~Armaldo

{T h i n g s T h a t A r e n ' t G r o o v y}

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Team Aqua and Magma: Do not underestimate them. While their respective goals of expanding the landmass and hydrosphere may not seem particularly dangerous, they are truly ruthless. And the powers they seek to control are more destructive than you can imagine.[/font][His seriousness and the intensity of his look makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His shoulders are tense, and the calming aura about him has completely vanished. He clenches a fist, glaring to the side briefly before shutting his eyes. He takes a few breaths and manages to calm himself down, offering you a slight smile][/font]

Bullies: Someone must be truly pathetic and disturbed to pick on another human being for any reason. While I try to deal with them peaceably I have absolutely no qualms about battling them into submission if necessary. And often in the past it has come to that. Oh, Roark. You never deserved that. [/font][He sighs, his eyes growing distant][/font]

Noise It's disruptive, and so it makes it much more difficult to concentrate

Violence
Disrespect
Cruelty
Swearing

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{B u t I ' m A f r a i d !}

[/font][/b][His face becomes completely emotionless and calm for a moment as he thinks deeply on this question. He appears to think of something to say as his eyes slowly shut, and his hands clench in his lap][/font] My fear is failure. Failure of one thing in particular. Namely, the mission I have spent my life preparing for. I...do not wish to go into details for privacy reasons. But I can tell you that there is something my father has been readying me for since childhood. More specifically... since my mother died. There are evil powers at work in our world, and it is my responsibility to stop them in their nefarious plots.[/font][The intense look in his eyes is almost overpowering as he reopens them][/font] My responsibility, and mine alone. I will not allow those who I care for help me bear this burden.[/font][He glances at the clock above the door again, speaking to it rather than you as a humourless smile spreads across his face, leaving him looking sad][/font] Because I know if I tell you the truth in its entirety you will never allow me to go through with my mission. And that...that would be worse than failing it.[/font]

{I L i k e t o}

[/font][/b] Well, first of all, I enjoy collecting rare stones. Other than that...[/font][He lifts a finger to his chin in thought][/font][/font] Reading appeals to me. A silent, relaxing way to gain knowledge. In addition to that, I often like to spend time with my close friends. I also enjoy meditating and training my Pokemon.[/color][/font][He thinks on this for a moment but doesn't seem to come up with anything else, so he nods for you to continue][/font][/font]

{M y R e a s o n ?}

[/font][/b]You speak as if I ever truly had a choice in the matter. I was raised to be this. It is all I have ever known. [/font][He shuts his eyes slowly, his lips curving upward but his face holding no joy][/font] I have been raised to be this, yes, and I never actually was asked whether it is what I wanted but...[/font][His face relaxes somewhat][/font] I want to keep those I care for safe. I want to keep everyone safe. I do not want to see anyone suffer or die. And that...that is the reason I never turned my back on what I was taught to do my whole life. Because I want to help others, no matter the consequence to myself.[/font][Determination etches itself into his expression][/font][/font]

{M a n d a t o r y A n g s t}

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[Steven blinks very calmly at you, this time not bothering to say a word until you explain. His stare is unwavering, his intense look rather distracting. But you explain briefly that this question is asking about his history. He nods to show he understands and gives a reluctant sigh, standing up and moving toward the glass cases you spotted earlier. They are still shimmering every colour imaginable, and, curious, you stand up yourself to follow him. You see the colour is caused by the sun reflecting off the collection of evolution stones and assorted gems within the cases. However, Steven has moved a little more to the left toward an almost completely empty bookshelf. The only object on it is a small white envelope with no markings. The man picks it up and turns back to you. He smiles vaguely and gestures politely back toward the chairs, inviting you to go sit down. You do so, and he sweeps after you and sits across from you once more. The man reaches into the envelope and pulls something out of it. He hands you, with obvious hesitation and embarrassment, a photograph of a young boy with very telltale silver hair. You can't help but grin, looking from the adorable, wide-eyed child in the photo to present day Steven Stone. He runs a hand through his hair, a blush colouring his fair cheeks][/font]
Father requested I give you that childhood image of me. The background has been cropped out for privacy, you understand.
While I do not understand how you not only managed to convince my father to agree to this interview, but then also made him willing to go above and beyond with these....visuals, I implore you not to broadcast that photograph. I am a private person, really, and it would be rather embarrassing. I prefer to keep my past and personal affairs to myself.[He heaves a sigh, appearing almost as if he were engaging in a mental battle][/font]
That said...You wish to know my history, and Father told me to be completely honest and detailed. Very well.

I was born in Rustboro city in the Hoenn region. My mother passed when I was around four years of age, and perhaps it was because I was still so young, but I believe Father was hit much harder by it. I was upset, of course, and I still miss her dearly, but the death of my mother truly...destroyed Father. He engrossed himself in his work that much more. Seeing him at home was a rare event worthy of celebration, and any time he was at home he spent locked away in his office, requesting I leave him be. Please understand, however, I am not complaining. I understood my father was busy. He was, and still is, the President of the Devon corporation, the most successful company in the region. It was natural he had other things to attend to, of course. [/font][He nods in agreement with himself][/font]
Anyway, I grew to appreciate, even to enjoy the solitude. However, being alone so much made me develop the habit of speaking aloud while alone at home. "Talking to myself" I suppose is the layman's way of putting it. Honestly, I never really grew out of it. [/font][The corners of his lips twitch upwards briefly, but his eyes, and apparently his thoughts, are elsewhere][/font]

Perhaps a year or two after my mother passed, my father began my 'training'. He started to spend much more time with me, however it was always as a harsh, strict mentor, and not as a father. Nonetheless, he raised me well and proper, and always made sure not to go too far with the training.
That was when I received my first Pokemon. A wonderful, loyal Beldum. I started to attend the Rustboro Trainer's School with Beldum by my side.
However, my training was not entirely about Pokemon. At home I had several...[/font][His eyebrows knit together and he rubs his temple, thinking deeply][/font] It's difficult for me to name what exactly they were. I was a child, and it's challenging my memory to think this far into the past.
They were teachers, I suppose. But rather than giving me knowledge they assisted me in strengthening my mind and willpower. I developed an extreme level of focus through meditation. I became extremely disciplined and determined. If I had a goal, I would achieve it. In fact, this training, I discovered, gave me a measure of control over people and Pokemon. Nothing like manipulating their thoughts or any of that foolery. But believe me when I say that willpower can truly sway other people in making their decisions.
In addition to this, I learned the ancient 'dot' language, which one must read with their hands. I have heard it referred to as 'braille' in some places, if that sounded vague or cryptic.
So you see, I went along with all this obediently. I never questioned my father's choices, his actions, or his lessons. I merely absorbed them like a good pupil should. I learned to obey him without pestering him with any childish inquiries because I knew that even if I didn't understand why at the time, it would become clear at one point. That I could figure it out on my own without needing anyone else to lead me along.
Upon reflection I realize I never asked my father about anything. I've never talked to him about mother mostly because...seeing my normally hard, tough father so deeply emotional and shattered at the very mention of her...[/font][He winces, rubbing his temple. His speech is suddenly slow, hesitant, deeply pensive. He isn't looking at you anymore, and he hasn't been for a while, and once again you get the feeling that he's forgotten all about you, and is speaking more to himself][/font]
Well, it's difficult to see him that way. But sometimes when Father speaks of Team Aqua and Magma...You see, I suppose I've always suspected that Mother's passing wasn't a peaceful one. I am of the opinion that one of the teams was responsible for her death. This can explain both the vehemence with which he opposes their plots, and why he is willing to sacrifice both himself and his only son to stop them should that become necessary...[/font][His eyes rise to meet your face once more and they widen as if he didn't realize you were there, listening to every word][/font] Please, disregard all that. I became far too engrossed in my musings and was thinking aloud. I apologize.[/font][He bows his head, gazing down briefly before returning his steely eyes back to you, folding his hands neatly in his lap and straightening his shoulders][/font]
This intensive training, as well as my attending the Rustboro Trainer's School, continued on until around my tenth birthday.
That was when we moved.

We left Hoenn entirely for the Sinnoh region, travelling to a place called Canalave City. [/font][He smiles fondly, his face lighting up with the sheer joy of the memory][/font] That was where my life truly began. I say this because before moving there, I simply drifted through life, an empty husk of a human being, lacking any sort of personality. I thank Dialga that Riley and Roark were there to snap me out of my stupor.[/font][He speaks the names of his two friends with legitimate and palpable affection][/font]
Ahem. Even at that age I was already showing a particular interest in Steel type Pokemon, and since the local Pokemon gym in Canalave specialized in that type, my father brought me there. The leader, Byron, was a...[/font][He smiles and you believe he may even have chuckled softly. You notice his face is steadily softening and growing warmer as he goes on, and his normally formal tone is laced with affection and nostalgia][/font]...Very unique type of person. I remember that moment very vividly, because that was when I met my first two friends.
[/font][You glance down briefly at the clipboard you have set on your lap, noticing with surprise that Steven did not just hand you a childhood photograph, and there is a folded sheet of lined paper that was previously concealed behind the photo. You open it up, skimming through it briefly. It appears to be a memory written from younger Steven's perspective. You blink, noticing that the note is written in the same hand as the note that told you 'Don't knock, just go in' at the beginning of the interview. Steven is still talking to himself, so you decide to read through it][/font]

This new city was very different from his original hometown, but both Rustboro city and 'Canalave city' also had many similarities. Half lidded blue eyes moved steadily across their surroundings, observing, scanning, processing everything. A large, pointed nose twitched slightly at the smell of seasalt overpowering his nostrils every time he inhaled.
Rustboro, he easily recalled, was quite near the coast. But this city was the coast. It was fascinating how different the way of life was here. He had only just arrived, stepped into his new home for only a moment, but already he could see. Pale eyebrows knitted thoughtfully together on his youthful face as his mind considered the words that could be used to express the atmosphere. Bustling. Energized. Cheerful.

A Wingull cawed loudly above his head and the young boy slowly turned to look at it, pausing in his silent musing. He blinked rapidly as the sun hit his eyes, watching rather indifferently as it glided effortlessly over his silver-haired head.

"Focus, Steven,"[/color] scolded the man walking stiffly by the child's side, a pace or so ahead of him. The only thing suggesting they were even walking together was the fact that the man was loosely holding the boy's hand, almost tugging him along.

"Yes, Father."[/b] Steven replied quietly. The man need not have said that, however. While it was true that Steven's mind was idle and had been left to wander where it would, he had not forgotten what they were doing. A portion of his mind was always focused on it, always aware of what he was doing at the time. He had learned his lessons well, after all. He knew they were walking towards the Canalave Pokemon gym. The idea had seemed a productive way to spend some time. It would be educational and interesting to speak to a Gym Leader specializing in Steel types.
In fact, Steven was sure he could see the Gym just up ahead. He sped up from his leisurely pace so he was now a pace or so ahead of his father. He was not so much eager as...interested. His face betrayed no emotion, for there was none to betray. His eyes remained half-lidded, and his expression unnaturally calm considering his age.
Steven's father chuckled warmly as his son accelerated, and the boy felt his father's free hand ruffling his silver hair. They entered the Gym together, and at their arrival a man who had been hammering a nail into what appeared to be a new section of wall looked up and smiled in greeting.

"Hello. My name is Mr. Stone, and this is my son Steven. I am here to meet the local Gym Leader, if he is available,"[/color] Steven's father explained in a formal, businesslike tone.

"However if he is otherwise occupied we will return at another time,"[/b] Steven piped up very quietly, and his politeness earned him another gentle hair-ruffle from his father. It was not timidity that made him speak in such a low tone, however; it was more that he simply preferred speaking that way. While he was accustomed to tuning it out when meditating if necessary, Steven still found noise troublesome.

The man before them blinked at the two formal males, raising a hand and pulling off his yellow hardhat to wipe at his sweaty brow.
"I'm a trainer under the leader, and I know Byron. He's not busy at all. No challengers. In fact, he's pretty bored. C'mon. I'll take you to him," He offered with a friendly grin. He couldn't help but give the odd child before him a slightly perplexed look, however before turning away.
Steven and his father followed the hardhatted man until he stopped, waving at a muscular man with tattered, muddied clothes and red-brown stubble that had all but taken over his broad face.

"Hey Byron! Ya got a couple o' visitors!" The trainer called before walking away with a wave to Steven. The Gym Leader who appeared to have been dozing in his large, metallic chair, lifted his head and opened beady black eyes. He smiled at Steven and his father.
Steven took a step towards 'Byron' and bowed his head respectfully.

"Thank you for seeing us. My name is Steven Stone, and this is my father. I have an interest in Steel type Pokemon, and since I have just moved here, I thought it a good idea to come here. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir,"[/b]

Byron blinked in surprise at his formal tone, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"Nice to meet you too, Steven. How old are you, anyway?"[/b]

"I am ten years of age,"

"You talk like you're way older," Byron commented, sounding almost concerned. He leaned back in his seat with a groan, staring briefly upwards as if thinking.

"You should meet my groovy son and his friend with the snazzy hat," he finally decided, standing up from his uncomfortable looking chair and craning his neck, as if searching for the two he had mentioned.

"We must decline the offer with all due respect, Byron. Steven and I have just arrived in Canalave city. I believe socializing can be put on hold until we are settled in,"[/b] Steven's father said, offering a polite smile to Byron and setting a hand on his son's shoulder.

Byron was still looking at Steven with concern made evident by the soft set of his face.
"Alright. Another time, in that case."[/b] he told, giving another broad smile. However, just as Steven was about to say goodbye and take his leave with his father, he was interrupted by a door at the back of the gym opening, and the excited giggles that could suddenly be heard through the open doorway.
"Beat you, Riley!"[/b] Announced a boy perhaps a couple of years younger than Steven as he dashed into the main part of the gym. He was wearing an oversized orange mining hat and what appeared to be a pink cape around his shoulders. His interesting apparel earned him a slow blink from Steven, who then turned his piercing stare on the boy running after him. This was was outfitted in some very unusual attire as well, and was sporting a blue fedora to top it all off.
"Yeah, but that's because I let you win!"[/b] The so-called 'Riley' replied with a laugh, stopping when the other boy did and flicking his mining helmet.
The one wearing the fedora was approximately Steven's own age, however, he was acting so...immature. And they were both being very disruptive and loud. Steven eyed them as they approached together, his expression stiff and bordering on cold.
Byron gave another broad smile, immediately stepping toward Steven and his father. He placed a friendly arm around Mr. Stone's shoulders, leading him away from his son.

"So, Mr. Stone, tell me..."[/b] Steven didn't bother listening to him anymore, however, as the two other boys were close now. He stared at them emotionlessly.

"Hello. My name is Steven Stone."[/b]He greeted coolly, nodding his head slightly but not removing his eyes from the two.

The younger boy, who must have been Byron's son as he had the same red-brown hair colour, gazed up at Steven with his wine-red eyes wide and rather frightened. He immediately took a step back to hide behind Riley, peeking out at Steven from behind him.
"Riley,"[/b]He whispered softly, tugging at the older boy's shirt. "Why's he looking at us all scary?"[/b]

Steven slowly blinked. Scary? He was not aware that he was 'scary'. Perhaps this boy was simply easily intimidated. He frowned very slightly.
Riley, however, did not appear to be frightened like Byron's son. In fact he looked...interested. There was an almost mischievous, playful twinkle in his dark blue eyes. He turned so he could pat the shoulder of the boy who was hiding behind him in a rather comforting way.

"Hey, Steven. I'm Riley, and this is Roark. Can I ask you a question?"[/b] He greeted with a smile, gesturing at the boy behind him when he mentioned 'Roark'. Something flashed in his eyes and Steven couldn't help but be slightly suspicious, as he was incapable of discerning Riley's thoughts.
However, he nodded, unable to come up with a reason to say 'no'.
Riley's smile became a rather triumphant smirk.

"Why're you talking like such a priss?"[/b]
Steven's eyes widened briefly before he allowed them to become half-lidded once more. He barely skipped a beat in replying, his tone frigid and sharp.

"Perhaps you won't mind if I ask you why you are dressed like a pimp?"[/b] Truly it was not the most refined thing to say, especially since the word 'pimp' was so very...raw, and unpleasant as it rolled off his tongue. It felt like he was swearing. And when one swore it only showed they had nothing intelligent to contribute to conversation.
However, his insult of sorts seemed to have an effect on the other. Riley's smirk wavered slightly and he narrowed his eyes.

"So Stevie. How'd you like to come hang out with us?"[/b] Riley asked, the twinkle in his eyes even stronger than before.

Steven tilted his head to the side, confusion suddenly appeared on his previously stony face. What a....peculiar way to respond to being insulted. Riley appeared amused by the look on his face, and even shy little Roark gave a nervous giggle.

"Oh, good. So you can look like a human. What do you say?"[/b]

Steven stared at Riley a moment in confusion, then looked down at Roark. He glanced over his shoulder at his father who was still being effectively distracted by Byron. No help in making his decision. He shifted his weight to his other leg, unsure.
A part of him wanted to go with with these oddly dressed yet...intriguing boys. But...Father hadn't wanted him to even speak with them earlier. Perhaps he shouldn't? But no, there was definitely something calling him to these two others.
He felt the muscles on his face strain to form an expression he hadn't made in a long while. Steven gave a weak smile and replied,
"That sounds...enjoyable. Yes."[/b]
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[Wrath]

I grew very close with Riley and Roark over the years. Very, very close. We spent a great deal of time together. We were inseparable, the three of us. We mapped out every inch of Iron Island, knew every single hiding spot in Canalave City for when the parents came searching for us and we were not yet done playing... [/font][The radiant smile on his face slowly weakens until it is entirely gone. He looks up at you again, having been staring at the ground for the past while, a grave, serious expression on his face][/font] But I became too reliant on them. Father saw it long before I did. And he took action. When I was about 16 years old, he told me I was to embark on a Pokemon journey. [/font][He shuts his eyes as if in pain, clenching his fists gently][/font] And that I was to begin this journey in Hoenn. He wanted me to leave behind my two best friends. The ones that had been by my side every single day since age 10. I was... Well, my reaction was explosive. I was furious, and I felt completely betrayed by my own father. I believed he was doing this intentionally...to torture me.
[/font][His eyes open once more and his formal tone returns][/font] But of course I understand now that such was not the case. And I thank my father for forcing me to do what I could never have done on my own. I needed to become more independent. As a child, I relied on him to make decisions for me. As a teenager, I relied on Roark and Riley to be at my side. However it was necessary for me to learn to rely only on myself and my Pokemon if I was to succeed in my mission.
The first step on my Pokemon journey was to break it to them, and say goodbye. And believe me when I tell you...it was painful.
[/font][You see the almost guilty look spread across his face, watch him wince and bite his lip. He doesn't seem to wish to share the details. Fortunately for you, there is another lined sheet of paper on your clipboard. You open it up to find what seems to be yet another memory, and you read through it.][/font]

How was it possible that the Canalave Library was always all but empty? It was full of information, and it was quiet and peaceful. People did not seem to appreciate this at all in Canalave City, his home for the past six years, but Steven Stone was eager to take advantage of what others overlooked. A steely blue gaze slowly followed the letters on the page before him, processing the information laid out in neat, standard text. A lock of bluish silver hair fell before his eyes and he raised a hand covered with thick silver bands to push it away. Not only were books a great way to learn, but they were also a great distraction. They made Steven forget about what his father had told him the day before. About what he had to tell his two best friends.

He looked up from his spot sitting on one of the library's wooden chairs when he heard an excited squeal, his half-lidded eyes coming to rest on the younger of his two friends.

Roark was thirteen now, and could barely be considered a teenager. His face was still youthful, almost childish, and his deep red eyes still held the innocence they had when Steven had met him. A slight smile appeared on his face even as pale eyebrows quirked when Roark's actions and the cause of his squeal were made evident.

Roark had apparently found the history section. He had a hardcover book in his grasp, and was clutching it with one hand while the other ran lovingly over the cover. Something about the way he was doing that brought a blush to Steven's face, but he set that thought aside. He needed Roark close. He...needed to tell both him and Riley something. Something that would surely hurt all three of them but it had to be done.

The silver-haired teen closed the book he was reading, setting in on the table before him. With that he reached over and pulled another chair towards him so it was directly up against his on the right side.

"Roark. Come here and read with me,"[/b] He said quietly, offering him a smile and patting the chair next to him.

Roark looked up from the book he appeared to be pleasuring, blinking at Steven through thick-rimmed glasses.

"O-okay,"[/b] He moved closer looking almost surprised, as normally Steven found his...unique reading method disruptive, and preferred to read without that distraction. He settled in the chair next to his friend, however, blinking up at him before opening the history book in his hands. Steven smiled sideways at him before picking up his book again himself.

"I knew it! He looks just like me! What did I tell you, Steven? Roark?"[/color] Another voice proclaimed excitedly with more volume than was truly necessary. Steven set down his book again with a sigh, glancing over at his other friend with a smile still playing on his lips. Roark mirrored this, except he appeared curious as opposed to mildly amused.


"What did you tell us, Riley?"[/b]
Steven watched as the other boy turned to them with a wide smile, his navy eyes twinkling under his blue fedora as he held a book out towards them. An image of Sir Aaron was on the cover.

"Sir Aaron's my ancestor! Just look at him, and look at me. Come on, there's a definite resemblance."[/b]

"Well, he does look a bit like you, actually..." Roark commented after a moment of silence.

[/color]"Ha! That settles it! I'm related to the Aura Master!"[/b]

Steven shut his eyes for a moment to chuckle softly, leaning to the left and pulling another chair over, this time to the left of his own.

"Of course, Riley. Now come here and sit with us. Roark and I are reading together."[/b]
Steven stated, patting the seat next to him, his metal rings clacking noisily against the wood.

Riley who was smirking rather smugly, blinked, his expression softening into one of surprise. He nodded, however, and moved over, taking the seat next to Steven and opening his book.

And so, the three friends read their respective books together in silence for several minutes. But Steven didn't even finish a single page. His mind was focused on the two on either side of him. He could almost feel how fascinated Riley was reading about his 'ancestor'. And on his other side, he could hear Roark give gasps of excitement every once in a while.
Right now, they were friends. Best friends, simply being with one another. They had been together since childhood. Seemingly an entire lifetime. Six years worth of memories, almost all of them including Roark and Riley, ran through his mind and he smiled softly.
But Steven was going to ruin this. He was going to put a time limit on their friendship. He was setting a date for when they would be separated for Dialga knew how long. Because he was leaving on his own journey, and leaving his best friends behind.
The teen set his book back on the table, shutting his eyes tightly as if in pain, and folding his hands in his lap.

"Riley. Roark. I...have something I need to tell you,"[/b] He murmured hoarsely. He felt two pairs of eyes turn to him with concern, heard the rustle of pages as two separate books were shut. Steven sounded pathetic, even to his own ears, and he assumed that was why both of them were silent as they waited for him to continue. The boy braced himself. He knew that after his next statement, their friendship would not be the same. There would be no moments like this, with them just being themselves with one another. It wasn't over...they would see each other again; Steven was sure of it. But...who knew when that would be?

"I'm leaving on my Pokemon journey...and I'm starting out in the Hoenn region."[/b]

Concerned silence became shocked and confused.

"Steven, are you serious? You mean you're leaving?! No!"

"But Steven...! When're you going? It can't be soon, right? I mean you can't just up and go so suddenly...!"[/b]

Steven said nothing as the library was filled with the outraged and shocked cries of his friends. His eyes were still shut, his form motionless. He finally moved after a few moments, lifting his arms very slowly. He placed one around Roark's shoulders, the other around Riley's. The grew silent as he pulled them towards him, feeling the hard material of Roark's mining helmet on one side of him and Riley's fedora against the other. He finally managed to sneak a pair of words past the massive lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry..."

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[Steven sighs lightly, looking back up at you, his eyes still slightly unfocused. He shuts them briefly, shaking his head as if to clear it, and when he looks at you again his gaze is at its usual intensity][/font] And so I left. It has been years...and I have hardly seen Roark or Riley since then. A few calls, meager visits...However, it had to be done. Truly. I simply cannot rely on anyone else, for I must be strong on my own for my mission. And starting off my journey in a region away from my two friends was necessary for that.
[/font][/font] Unfortunately I suffered without Riley and Roark only to meet someone else whom I became reliant on. Wallace.

I had only just begun my journey, and I was near Fortree City, when a vicious storm broke out. That region is heavily wooded and the conditions were very dangerous. It was extremely difficult to see, and I ran, basically blind, until I found a rock wall that provided some protection. [/font][He gives a tiny chuckle, but speaking of Wallace makes him appear cold, as apposed to the sheer joy evident on his face when he spoke of Roark and Riley][/font] I suppose I must have looked pathetic. My clothes were muddied, and the rain made it painful to open my eyes, so they were tightly shut as I huddled against the rock.
It was at that point that Wallace showed up. Being a year older, he was ahead of me on my Pokemon journey, and was more experienced. Despite that he was still at the mercy of the weather. He came up next to me and was very...friendly. We stayed together, and he even pushed me out of the way as a tree fell onto our hiding spot, and surely would have killed us both...

Shortly after I spotted a cave and we took shelter within until the storm was over. I must say that I have never been very social, but without Riley and Roark I felt particularly alone and unsure of myself. I was...a little more shy and awkward than I would have been otherwise. Wallace seemed to pick up on that. I'm not entirely sure when it was decided...but as we waited in that cave together, and then later traveled to the Fortree Pokemon Center...Well, we decided that we would travel together. Wallace already had several badges at that point, and he taught me a great deal. I was determined to gain every single badge in the region and...[/font][He gives a weak but legitimate smile][/font] I think that focus and single-mindedness rubbed off on Wallace. Because though he had a few badges, he wasn't that concerned about collecting them.

My final Gym battle was with the Lavaridge Gym. Specializing in Steel types myself, this Fire type gym seemed a great challenge. I was nervous and unsure, but Wallace gave me a...'pep talk' to quell my fears. [/font][His smile strengthens][/font] I won. Without his support I feel that I never would have succeeded. I was excited and elated, and that evening truly was an exciting one... [/font][He blushes suddenly at his own words, and turns to the side, seeming incapable of meeting your eyes][/font]
Anyway, shortly after that we went our own ways. Both of us had the eight gym badges, and it was time for us to attend to our journeys separately. I was sure we would meet again, and that made our parting...significantly less painful.
I grew stronger on my own. I finally learned to rely solely myself and my Pokemon. My confidence increased tenfold. Shortly after, I decided to challenge the Elite Four. The battles were grueling, challenging, emotionally and physically exhausting...but I triumphed. I became the Champion of the Hoenn region.
[/font][Triumph and elation appear on his face at the memory][/font]
Not long after, however, there was a challenger who managed to defeat the Elite Four, and came to battle me.
I hadn't seen Wallace since we parted ways, and I could tell there was something different about him. I had heard that he had started taking part in Contests, and it truly affected his battle style. His Pokemon moved gracefully and smoothly, however, my style had changed as well. Never have I taken part in such a fierce battle...[/font][His eyes are alive with excitement and the thrill of the battle reflects out of them as he speaks][/font]...But Wallace emerged victorious. It was a great shock, I must admit. But I should have known all along that if anyone would be able to beat me, it would have been Wallace.

I was pleased, however. He was my best friend, and if he took up the position of Champion that would have meant that we would be together. [/font][He blushes once more and continues hastily][/font] As in, I would become one of the Elite Four and he would be Champion. We would be together in that way.

[/font][His flustered air vanishes as sadness enters his expression][/font] But Wallace was in love. With Winona of Fortree. We had met her on our journey together, and Wallace had, very obviously, been completely and utterly infatuated with her. However I never could have predicted...Well, he refused the position of Champion to become the Gym Leader of Sootopolis. To be closer to her. He didn't need to tell me for me to know the reason for his leaving our friendship behind. [/font][His speech is bitter and cold][/font]

Just recently, in fact, yesterday, I dropped the position of Champion and left it to Wallace. Firstly because it belongs to him, and secondly due to the fact that I am leaving Hoenn to go on another...journey of sorts, and cannot responsibly retain the post if I am so far away.

[/font][He smiles warmly][/font] And here we are now.
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{O h A n d B y T h e W a y}

[/font][/color][/b] I do believe I've rambled on enough for today. I don't have anything else left to say.[He smiles slightly and chuckles][/font]

{I ' m J u s t A P r o x y F o r}

[/font][/b]Proxy? Whatever do you mean? [Steven stares at you in confusion for a moment, however what appears to be a watch on his wrist begins to beep and a green light flickers. You lean in unable to resist, seeing the words "Incoming Call: Wallace" flashing on the tiny screen before he pulls it towards him and away from you. Steven blinks at it, his eyes widening somewhat][/font] Dear Dialga, I didn't realize the time. It appears I've rambled on a little too much. Apologies, but I really must be leaving.[/font][He presses the "Reject Call" button on his watch and he stands up hastily, moving gracefully toward the front door that is still ajar. You follow him, still asking about the mysterious proxy, however his eyes are unfocused and he appears to be thinking, and he doesn't seem to hear. When he exits his house he pauses only to close and lock the door behind him. He then turns sharply right, moving at a brisk pace towards an oddly shaped tree next to his house, at the base of which a Metagross is dozing. He stares out at the coast, his eyes trailing along the horizon, and he squints slightly as if expecting someone or something to appear there at a second's notice. And judging by the way his jaw is clenched and his face taut and nervous, you don't believe he'd be happy if he found what he was looking for. The Metagross wakes as you and Steven approach. The man climbs easily on top of his Metagross, and, finally seeing you are still there, he gives you an apologetic smile, patting his pokemon. It begins to rise up, pulling up its legs and moving away. You stare with disappointment down at your clipboard but then...you see something isn't quite right about the bottom of the Metagross. You see Wrath is grabbing onto the bottom of it, just out of sight of anyone who may be riding on top. She waves happily at you and winks][/font]
Wrath: Yoyo, lovah! <3

{H e r e ' s S o m e O f H e r W r i t i n g !}

[/font][/b] [/font][You stare up at the girl clinging to the bottom of the Metagross like a Spinarak with a measure of surprise before glancing back down at the clipboard in your hands. You still need a writing sample. You shout up to ask Wrath for one and she nods with a smirk. Releasing the Metagross with one hand, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a strangely uncrumpled paper airplane, tossing it down at you. She continues waving from her awkward, upside-down position until the Metagross and its trainer are out of sight. You open up the paper airplane to eye the last thing needed for the application; the writing sample][/font] [/font]

The journey from Mossdeep City to Sootopolis City really wasn't a lengthy one, especially if you were traveling through the air and you knew the way perfectly from going there so often. But indecision made the familiar trip seem long and overly dragged out.
Even though his Metagross' sheer velocity was spreading the water beneath them and leaving waves in their wake, and the wind was blowing past him fast enough to blow his bluish silver hair out of his face, Steven Stone still felt as if time had all but stopped. His normally piercing angular blue eyes were unfocused and unseeing, left this way by the mental war being waged in his mind.

The Hoenn Champion felt it as the Steel-type Pokemon supporting him tilted slightly to the left, adjusting his weight accordingly to prevent himself falling off. His one free hand slid to the right side of him, and he used it to prop himself up until Metagross leveled off.

His other arm instinctively tightened around the package it held, and the crinkling of paper brought it back to Steven's attention. He smiled humourlessly down at it for a moment. A farewell gift for his best friend. Wallace wasn't going to be pleased. Steven knew how he despised it when his friends made bad choices. And when he discovered what Steven was planning...Well, even though Steven saw it as an excellent decision didn't mean Wallace would.

The silver-haired male was…bored, for lack of a better word. He had a home in Mossdeep City he hardly frequented, and the thought of returning to Granite Cave to search for stones or going to Meteor Falls once more for training sounded…monotonous and repetitive. In addition to that, there had been no leads on either Team Aqua or Magma in recent times, and for the first time in his life, Steven felt as if he had nothing to do. It was disconcerting, really. And the man felt the only solution was a change of atmosphere. He was planning to leave Hoenn to go on a new journey of sorts. And so far, he wasn’t planning to return.

The rocks and shoals they were flying over were white, now, and Steven knew they were getting close. Close to Sootopolis. Close to Wallace. His eyes trailed over the horizon, twinkling with the light from the moon. He spotted the massive crater of sorts that he knew housed the city of Sootopolis, and he blinked slowly. It wasn't too late. He could just pat Metagross right then and the Steel type would stop and turn around. They could go right back home, and nothing would have changed. Perhaps such drastic measures were truly unnecessary, and he could find another way to occupy his time without leaving behind his home region to go off into the unknown.

Steven felt Metagross' body rumble beneath him, a simple warning that the Steel type was about to increase their altitude. The male leaned forward a bit to maintain his balance, his eyes growing distant and thoughtful once more when Metagross leveled off.
Of course a change of atmosphere would be beneficial, but was it really the right thing to do to leave Hoenn behind? He was sure his allies the Elite Four would contact him if anything happened in his absence, and he could return should there be a crisis. But the man was also leaving behind his father, and his friends.
A slight smile appeared on his face. Steven knew he was fooling himself with the mental mention of his ‘friends’. He wasn’t very social. Really, he’d only be leaving behind one friend. Wallace. It was nothing personal, of course. An unintentional side effect to leaving behind your long-time home. However it was more than likely Wallace would not have seen it this way, and it was thus necessary to go to such…lengths to achieve his current objective without running into him.

Steven suddenly realized Metagross had slowed, and that the air moving past was now only a slight gust past his pale face. He felt his stomach rise to his chest as his pokemon began to descend toward the lights of Sootopolis shining pleasantly below.

The massive Steel Pokemon continued to decrease their altitude, stopping when his Steel legs were a few feet above the ground.

"Thank you, Metagross."

[/b] Steven said gratefully, standing up on his Pokemon's back and taking out its pokeball.

The massive form was enveloped in red light for a moment before it was pulled into the pokeball, and Steven dropped a few feet and landed easily, gazing around. Sootopolis was silent. Most of the city's population was surely grouped together at one location, watching a certain...spectacle. As a result, the streets were empty. And the one who he was here not to see was otherwise occupied, and hopefully would be for a while. Just as he had planned. He knew that Wallace's favourite time for contests was in the evening. And he wanted to make sure there was no chance that Wallace would be in the gym. Because the choice wasn't made yet. And interference from the one he called 'best friend' would have made it…overly difficult to do what had to be done.

And now...time for the slightly illegal part. A guilty look appeared on his previously composed face as he turned around to face Wallace's Gym. The package in his arms was too important to simply leave at the doorstep. He needed to place it safely inside, and since the Gym would most likely be locked...

Steven was not used to feeling like a common criminal. Under normal circumstances, he never would have even considered this. However, to back out of his plan now due to moral reasons would have been ridiculous. After all, his motives were pure. He was not there to steal, of course. Quite the opposite In fact, he was planning to leave something inside.

He replaced Metagross' pokeball, pulling out another in its place. But he hesitated before letting it out. Was he sure about this? It was still not too late to simply change his mind and leave.

He waited there in silence, barely moving except to occasionally shift his weight and move his arms to release stress from his limbs. In fact, he was waiting for so long he was sure the contest was over and Wallace was on his way. Steven could almost see Wallace before him. Could imagine the wide smile that would appear on his face, the very way he would sweep over to greet Steven.
The way Wallace's eyes would sparkle in the moonlight before he winked, teasingly scolding Steven for always being too busy to come see his friend in one of his performances. This was all fine, of course, but Wallace had a way of…seeing right through Steven, at times. He would surely see that his intentions for coming to Sootopolis were not merely to visit his friend. And if his true purpose was discovered before his objective was accomplished…then Steven doubted he would be able to accomplish it at all.

The determination and focus that had been drilled into him from childhood kicked in, refusing to allow him to linger without taking action. His hand clutched the pokeball in his grasp tightly, and with a decisive nod he tossed it forward.

A Beldum appeared before him in a flash of white light as the pokeball popped open. It hovered before him, blinking its single red eye as it awaited a command.

"Beldum, unlock the door with Confusion, if you will,"[/b]

The Steel-type gave a cry in the affirmative, floating over to the door and beginning to glow purple with psychic energy. After a moment, the door clicked, and Beldum turned the knob and opened it for its trainer. Steven nodded his thanks as he returned his Pokemon, walking stiffly into the dark interior of the Gym. He paused again as he took a few steps in, this time more out of necessity than anything else, however, as it was much darker inside the gym. The moon was blocked out by the roof and the windows allowed only minor rays of light to shine through.

He closed his eyes, willing them to adjust so he had no opportunity to change his mind last minute during the lull. He could hear the water in Wallace's battle arena pool lapping gently against the sides of its enclosure, and the simple, gentle rhythm was something to focus on. After a few silent moments Steven reopened his eyes to discover that the meager silver light filtering through the windows was now enough for him to see by.

The male took a step forward, then followed it up with another, the sound of the water being drowned out by his echoing footsteps as they became more sure.
He skirted the edge of the pool, moving past it toward Wallace's gym leader chair.
He was fairly sure Wallace would not return to the Gym after his performance. With that assumption, he could guess that he had until the next day to leave for his new journey of sorts.

Steven paused once more as he arrived at the decorative chair at the back of the gym, staring at it for a moment and biting his lower lip. The paper-wrapped package in his hands suddenly felt heavy, ridiculously so considering it contained nothing but a cape. A very important, symbolic cape, but a cape nonetheless. The Champion's cape.

It rightfully belonged to Wallace. He had simply refused the position. But it was his. So why was Steven having so much trouble relinquishing possession of it? He did not care for the status or the fame. Truly, he could have done without all that. However...leaving the cape here would have meant that he had made his choice. That he was abandoning the Elite Four and going off on his own without a word to anyone.

There was no more time for hesitation or indecision. Steven had come this far; to leave now would have been ridiculous, and a waste of his Metagross’ energy. And so, with a decisive nod he placed the package on the cushioned chair, backing away a step. However, merely dropping the package off was not enough. Steven had prepared a note to briefly…explain was not the best word, seeing as the note was simple and to the point. It should have conveyed the fact that he was leaving, and most likely not returning in the near future.

This belongs to you. While you may have refused the responsibilities of being Champion, I myself will no longer be able to uphold the position where I am going. I leave this to you, hoping that you will in my absence. Goodbye.

That was everything. All of Steven's loose ends were tied up. He was prepared to leave. The decision had been made, and was final. He gave a slight smile, turning away and beginning to walk back outside.

There would be no hint to his whereabouts. Those who wished to contact him would find it necessary to call, as he had not divulged where he was traveling to anyone

Unknown to Steven, however, back in the gloom of the Gym, beside the chair, his travel brochure on the Kanto region had fallen out as he had pulled out the note. A simple clue for any who would wish to find him.

However, Steven paused at the doorway of his best friend's Gym, placing a hand on the door frame and running it down in a gentle caress. The rings around his fingers clacked against the frame and Steven gave a light sigh. It felt suddenly so very wrong to leave without a word. But it was not an option to simply go see Wallace. Steven wasn’t quite in the clear yet. He would…make this up to him at one point. For now, however, it was time to go home and prepare for his journey to Kanto. And so, Steven Stone left behind his post as Champion and his life in Hoenn, wearing a gentle, excited smile on his face.
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[Dragon]

After a personal conversation with you (Wraff) and what I considered a necessary revision completed, I am quite pleased to offer my opinion on this matter.

ACCEPTED

Truly this application was brilliant. The length and coding were simply visual pluses. The quality of your writing shines in Steven and his character is incredibly well developed.

My praise could continue exponentially, but I would rather you gain some from a second moderator instead of listening to me ramble. What a true delight it was reading this and I expect great things from you in the future.

[havoc]

Honestly, Wrath, this application was fabulous. The amount of depth you put in and explored the in-depth feelings of this character...it just leaves you speechless, truly.

You portrayed Steven's character brilliantly, and the writing quality...well, as I've said, I'm speechless.

ACCEPTED

There is no way I can think of of this application not being accepted. I know size isn't everything, but that was a lot of impressive top quality writing. Honestly, I cannot find a single flaw in this app, and I sincerely thank you Wrath for this brilliantly developed character and app. This has singlehandedly brought the standard of the whole forum up.

And I shall stop rambling now, but I send you my love.
Thank you Wrathie! <3

[Wrath]

I'm redoing Steven's application, since the fact that I messed him up has been eating at me for a while now. So I'm graveyarding this app, and will do some intenseass canonism research, then will reapply at some point in the next few days. Most likely after my exams are done. C:

I'm going to use the same basic coding format, only I'm going to change his voice somewhat until I am happy with it, and it's more canon. So yeah.

Yayyy I missed WIP Steven. <3