There was an order to doing things. A certain aesthetic requirement that had to be met at least in his personal view of how to go about things. So Amor left Laurence Anderson a very cryptic message about his cousin, telling him where to meet him if he wanted to know more, and so in the middle of the icy graveyard, a lone man waited. From head to toe he was suited up in an outfit that could only be described as a robotic ninja. Though it offered protection from the elements, and mundane weapons, it was powerless to stop an actual pokemon attack. It did what it needed to though, and that was truly all that mattered.

Of course he was unsure on how his guest was going to respond so Amor had of course brought his A-Team of Pokemon. He wasn't going to pick a fight with an Avatar, and not have his strongest pokemon with him. Amor was many things, an idiot wasn't one of them, at least not in the way most people measured idiocy. Would his plan work? Would it fail? Honestly he had no idea, he was grasping at straws right now, his Primal Generator was nearing completion, but that didn't mean he was any closer to his goal of securing the Dragon Titan.

Then there was the issue of Dialga, he had no clue where the dragon of time was, or how to even go about communicating with it outside of just trying to get it's attention while within the Space-Time distortions that happened to pop up on occasion. The Dragon he was currently trying to learn more about, was potentially still around though, and he hoped that by summoning another Legend within it's territory, he could draw it, and learn about it.

Was it madness? Probably. Was that going to stop him? Absolutely not.

Laurence Anderson