[attr="class","sun"]One by One

I'm addicted to the panic

Amor was visiting Sootopolis because it was interesting to him that a city was built inside a Volcano, albeit a nonactive one. Thinking about possibly buying a house here for fun, he thought he'd stop by one of the bars, and see what the locals were like. Having left Adontis back home, he didn't have his signature Pichu with him this time around, but he was still dressed in a finely tailored black Kalosian suit. A red handkerchief peeking out of his right breast pocket, his silver hair swaying behind him as he walked up to the bar, and ordered a sweet lemonade. There was nothing better after a long day than a glass of lemonade in his opinion, looking around the diversity in the room was peculiar, but it was nothing he hadn't seen before. Tapping the side of his cheek as if he was deep in thought he listened, and found that most people were talking about the recent expeditions that the League had been on.

The room was tense with conversations about if the League could actually do their jobs, and if they couldn't, what was their money being used for. All viable sentiments, and Amor held no particular love for the League outside a few of it's members, but did these people not realize how much worse off they would have it without the League taking the brunt of it? He didn't see any of them risking their lives to do what those people did. Were mistakes made? Absolutely, but humans were prone to mistakes it was just how the world worked, after all no one was perfect. Even if he was close. A smirk left his lips at his own silly thought until he mentioned how the League nearly burned Fortree to the ground. The person in question was drinking wine, and Charja-cola, it seemed his investment with Zac Ramsay hadn't gone to waste entirely.

"So you're glad that the people who protect the region are in trouble? I sense a considerable lack of understanding...But pray tell me, what exactly happened in Fortree?" Amor questioned the boy who was obviously very naive. Normally he wouldn't bother to deal with rabble, but he was bored, and what better way to spend an afternoon, than with lemonade, and pissing someone else off due to their own ignorance.

Seemed like a good time to him, or maybe he just had that luxury.

[attr="class","sun"]One by One

I'm addicted to the panic

Listening to the boys criticisms of the situation that had gone down in Fortree, Amor took a sip of his lemonade, letting the nice cool drink wash down his parched throat. It wasn't as good as the stuff that was made for him back at his manor, but it would suffice. So the rangers were apparently trying to defend some Pokemon named Zarude, or at least that is what he thought. They also had a team member with a Charizard on it, he wondered if it was Josh Dragomir, but until he asked he wouldn't know. So this guy was some sort of environmental nut, that was upset casualties had happened. In a fight of that scale, things happened that were out of everyone's control, it was a moot point to blame anyone for that kind of thing, when they didn't know if it was necessary. Aside from the lost pokemon lives, they had probably done their best.

"I see...So answer me this? How do you know such force wasn't necessary? In a situation where neither of us was present, what if they had to make a choice between the lesser of two evils? At the end of the day you can speculate all you want, but without being there first hand you have no clue on why it happened or why those decisions were made. In a fight of that scale casualties are all but a certainty, and to pretend otherwise is folly. So I do believe as I stated earlier you possess a lack of understanding, as do I. Maybe I'm even completely wrong, and they did it just to do it, but without being there we can never truly know." he stated to the other person calmly, and continued to drink his lemonade.

That is what he believed, you had to go into a battle like that prepared to make sacrifices because not everyone always made it out alive, no matter how much you wished, or prayed. People, and Pokemon alike died for all the history he had read regarding such battles, it was just a fact to him at this point. There people who used Pokemon as only machines of destruction, or tools of war, and then you had the opposite. People were people, and what they did was up to them, as long as they were willing to deal with the consequences of their actions, because eventually they all would have to answer for their actions. Good or bad...

[attr="class","sun"]One by One

I'm addicted to the panic

He listened to the young mans reasonings for the nonsense he was spouting, and he couldn't help, but be amused how naive this boy was. Should they care about every single blade of grass in the world when they are under such intense pressure. Amor wasn't so dumb as to think that, and he was sure that this young man wasn't either, but at the end of the day he couldn't be to sure. Some people were truly ignorant about the world, and he downed another fraction of his lemonade, licking his lips delightfully. The mix of sour, and sweet was something that he always enjoyed. Of course it also helped him focus more, the sugar in his veins didn't dull his senses like alcohol did, he stayed alert, and able.

"So what you're saying is that we should care about every blade of grass in the world? Was Fortree burned down? Is the city no longer standing, from how you're acting sounds like it's not. Though I should probably go see for myself." He mused to himself, and the young man across from him. "In a perfect worlds your line of thinking isn't wrong." he shrugged a little bit. "But the world isn't perfect, far from it actually. Were you this outraged when the meteor fell? Or how about when that creature popped out, and decimated the city. If you're so easily bothered by things like this happening, you have moved to the wrong region, because stuff like this happen often." He shrugged at the boy. "You spouting nonsense about their methods doesn't help. Were mistakes made? Absolutely, but I'm sure they are taking steps to prevent future incidents." It was only logical after all.

"I mean if you're this upset why not just take your complaint directly to them? Wouldn't be hard they are literally everywhere." Amor asked the boy curiously. "This is a big enough incident I doubt they'd just ignore it either. Or are you just one of those people that is all bark, and doesn't try to do anything to make things better?" Amor asked simply, he hated those kinds of people. The people who would complain, and then do nothing to try, and make their lives better. If you were that dissatisfied with your circumstances then you should at least try to make them better. It was simple logic in his mind, but perhaps his opinion was worthless on that matter since he was born in a different pedigree.

[attr="class","sun"]One by One

I'm addicted to the panic

The guy that he was conversing with asked him if he wanted a drink as well, but Amor simply held up his glass of lemonade perhaps it was a bit out of place here in a bar, but he didn't feel like getting drunk today.

"No I'm doing just fine, thank you for the offer however." He explained to the other, and when the other said that someone got reprimanded, and that the whole ordeal was basically over Amor quirked a brow at him. If it was over why was his trying to bring it up, and use it to bash the league? That made no logical sense to the silver haired male at all, and he tapped his cheek lightly as he took a sip of his lemonade. "If punishment for the crime was doled out, why are you still making a fuss about it? Though I guess if you have friends, or family there in Fortree that might be potentially upsetting." Amor just shrugged because he didn't particularly care one way or the other.

While he didn't trust all of the League, he did trust Josh Dragomir, and Zac Ramsay for that matter. They were the only two people that he knew that worked for the league, and he held them in high esteem. Everyone else he didn't really care for, though perhaps if he got to know them that might be different. So whatever their decision making had been in that moment he wouldn't question it because he understood the heat of the moment, and that one had to think with absurd amounts of adrenaline pumping into their veins, which didn't necessarily make for the most sound choices.

"Regardless, this was a nice conversation, or well discussion I should say." He laughed a little, and took another drink of his lemonade.