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[Has Silver been able to find his Pokédex in the item shop yet? No. What he has found, however, is definitely a nice consolation prize. He definitely didn't forget about the book Green let him borrow. How could he? Green wanted him to decipher something from his father's book about a trade evolution. His senior, his father, trade evolutions. It's pretty hard to catch his interest better than that.

So Silver settled down just outside of House 15, perfectly content to read and reread his father's book ("Secret Earth Arts"? Sure, it gets the point across, but that's a pretty boring title...,) share cherry tomatoes with his Pokémon, and continue to hold his middle finger up to socializing. Until something hits him, anyway. It was a simple thought, really. The concept of Pokémon trading was pretty obsolete without Pokémon to trade, even if it's something so vital and important to him. ...But "trading" as a whole wasn't. Exchanging currency, goods, information, services... What kind of things did people consider of enough value to be worth trading to someone, anyway?

It's a good question, it's something Silver wants to know, and at the end of the day, his curiosity wins out over loathing the idea of having to ask a bunch of strangers a broad question and hoping for interesting answers. Even if he isn't big on people, he's definitely big on information, especially on such a giant Oh well, at least he only has to write.]

So what things do you consider valuable, and what kind of things are generally considered valuable back in your worlds?

[He'll leave his journal open on his lap and start reading through his book again, occasionally looking down at the journal. Sneasel decides to watch all of this from over Silver's shoulder.

Later on in the day, Silver and Sneasel venture out into the forest in search of... well, exactly what they're looking for might be a little unclear. What is clear is that they're climbing up plenty of trees and looking for something. ...And that they're experienced in swiftly climbing up trees.]

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...Uh-huh. [Totally the only reason.]

[...Right, this is sufficiently uncomfortable, so he's looking back down and reading again. ...Looking back down and staring blankly at the book is probably more accurate, but. Details.]

[...Yeah, definitely awkward.

Well, Gold flops onto his butt now.]

...So, did you learn anything from it yet, at least?

[...Gold probably doesn't want to- oh, who cares. He's about to bring this upon himself.] Did you know that there are two different Ground/Dragon types in the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions?

Edited 2011-08-18 03:40 (UTC)

[You should be glad Gold likes Pokémon as much as you do, Silver.

...Maybe even more than you.]

...Seriously?

A Pokémon from the Hoenn region called Trapinch starts out as a ground type. It evolves into a Ground/Dragon type called Vibrava, and then again into a Flygon. The Gible line is from Sinnoh, and is Dragon/Ground instead of Ground/Dragon. Gible also starts out with its typing, evolving into Gabite and finally into Garchomp.

Garchomp is supposedly generally the superior of the two.

...What's the difference?

I'm not completely sure. It's hard to separate fact from my father's bias towards Flygon. I guess he's more right than anything for favoring the species he likes, though, and no one can discredit him since he managed to raise an immensely powerful Beedrill.

[Blablablah.]

Not that, dumbass.

If you're talking about the difference between Ground/Dragon and Dragon/Ground, I have no idea. My best guess would be that Flygon has a few features that tailor it more towards a ground type than a dragon type while Garchomp does the opposite.

[Nerd.]

...I'll add it to the list of things to ask him when I head home and find him.

[Mmm... Finding his dad...]

...So you're really gonna keep lookin' for him?

I'm not just going to look. I'll find him.

[Well, Gold can't exactly tell Silver to give that dream up. He of all people wants Silver to find his dad.]

Just don't be an idiot about it, okay?

...Define being an idiot about it.

Edited 2011-08-18 06:11 (UTC)

Workin' yourself to the point of exhaustion and passing out in an alley somewhere.

...No promises.

Don't let me find you like that, then.

That's never happening again.

It shouldn't happen in the first place. You should be glad I was passin' through Goldenrod that time.

I would have been fine if you didn't.

And yet I don't believe you.

Where do you think I slept when I was little?

How many of those times were passed out face-down in an alleyway from exhaustion?

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