a new year brings new expectations. civil unrest starts to manifest in the form of online criticisms that spike after the three day war. now that the region no longer has to face the threat of megalopolans, the people of hoenn turn to address smaller and more personal issues. will the league rise up to the situation? what about questionable events that have transpired, overshadowed and overlooked in the face of more imminent issues?
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
"say you have to eat one of your pokemon, which one would you choose?"
he tries to recall the rest of morgan's party to try to predict his answer to his question. out of the ones he saw him use, his dragonite seemed to be the most meaty out of his entire team. the bright coloration of his salamence just seemed off-putting for something that was to be cooked and eaten for consumption in his opinion.
when it comes for him to think of what his hypothetical answer would be, he starts to stare at the mightyena that walked alongside him. he briefly contemplated about it before he tilts his head back up from the canine on his heels to the friend he was with.
"i think i'd eat this one," he'd answer without remorse, a finger pointing at the dark-type.
What the actual fuck. Did kyle really just ask him what one of his pokemon he would eat. There was even a dystopian scenario added to the question, it was just raw and un cut.
Morgan could not help but just look at kyle in a shocked manner. "uhh." the blonde individual had to think of an answer before he could even reply, but before morgan could even ask kyle the same question he had already pointed at one of his dogs.
Morgan quickly whittled down the list to two pokemon, which was his fraxure and swablu, but then again it wasnt a hard decision. Fraxure had too many scales and swablu was soft like a chicken. "Uh, it'd probably be swablu."
kyle folds his arms, contemplating on morgan's answer. it does appear to be kind of plump, not to mention that he probably won't lose much in his team objectively speaking. it might have been the most logical answer for morgan to give to him in accordance to his question, to be honest.
a question lingers in his head when he starts to wonder on how to prepare a swablu dish in his mind. though some of them may not be rare, their anatomy might not be as common knowledge as they are commonly seen.
he turns to morgan, asking the question bluntly and without remorse.
"their wings though... how much of it is fluff and how much is actual meat?"
To be frank this was a strange sort of conversation with kyle but he thought why not entertain it for a while and see what else he would come up with. "I actually have no idea. I assume its just an outer layer like your pooch's fur." Morgan stated this in tandem with his gesturing towards the dark type pokemon. "Better yet, Kyle. How bout some turtle??" Morgan stated this upon seeing the fire type pokemon torkoal slowly passing them as they wandered around. Throwing a spare pokeball morgan attempted to catch the fire type pokemon.
"I have a question for you though. What does dog meat taste like?"
kyle starts to go through what he has read online about dog meat on his head. he contemplated on trying it before whenever the pups started to wail on him with their cries and whines, stopping only because he already sunk in time and money on them and he did not want to waste any of those.
"i might try it though just for the experience. not the ones i own though. they're already worth more than a meal's worth just from their shots alone."
the growlithe shows up in their view as it walks over to the torkoal that just eluded the capture. suddenly, their topic has some relevance to what was actually happening in front of them.
Do I want to try dog meat now? This was a question sort of caught morgan off guard, especially considering that its a well known fact that kyle is the regions most advocate lover of dog pokemon. Looking at kyle through weary eyes, morgan agreed with the nodding of his head and followed by an uneasy "sure..."
Morgan was eyeing up the dark type doggo that currently was with them. He could of been talking about his own dog could he?
Before morgan could even think the pokeball that was holding the torkoal that he just attempted to catch broke. The wild pokemon clearly was not happy thus charged towards kyle and himself. Taking things into his own hand before his compadre got involved, not that kyle would do anything anyway.
Taking out one his own pokemom, his fraxure he pointed out towards the charging fire type and commanded it to attack. "Attack it with guillotine." Thankfully the pokemon was not the fasted out there and had a hard time changing direction when morgans dragon attacked it.
with the attack connecting he threw another pokeball in an attempt to attack it.
the growlithe runs away after the torkoal attacks. a frown appears on his expression as he laments on the lost opportunity on getting his dog counts higher than they currently are. he could have called it gerik or something.
"i thought you wanted dog meat..."
he watches forlornly as the growlithe leaves the scene. he shrugs the fleeting emotion away however, as he turns back to morgan.
"let's leave that topic behind for now." it was just a passing thought that he had suddenly blurted out after all. whether he comes back to it or not depends on his mood, he supposed."what are you up to right now? i think noelle said she wasn't seeing enough of you."