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"It wouldn't matter if they did," N replied tartly. He folded his arms. "Even if they left they'd get pushed away to somewhere else, until there's no place for them to turn to anymore. Humans have a delusion where they think that something belongs to them, just because it exists."

N tilted his head to the side. There were few sign pointing to Castelia City's original landscape. He assumed that it was similar to the desert in the north, although probably more fertile given it's proximity to the sea and the Pinwheel Forest just on the otherside of the water.

The desert was no place for a human to live. But pokemon? They could thrive.

"Not even the scents in the air here are natural. They're all manufactured by humans, one way or the other."

****

One of the bystanders watching the battle far behind Henrietta? Reid.

The blue haired teen had stopped when he saw that Henrietta was the one to battle. The Litwick was the same one from the report. This was valuable, first hand knowledge of how she fought.

From his position in the back of the crowd, Reid couldn't see the fight. In fact, he could barely see the back of Henrietta's head. But that was just enough for him to do his thing. He placed his index and middle fingers together from one hand on the side of his temple, and concentrated.

As long as he had a view of Henrietta, he'd be able to lock onto her mind.

Most people who think of psychics tend to think they could make you do anything with their mind. This was an exaggeration. That sort of practice took decades, and most aspiring Psychics would never have that ability.

In order to read a person's deepest thoughts and not just shallow feelings and ideas at the forefront of their thinking processes, much probing was required. And in this scenario, Reid didn't have nearly the time or energy to do that.

But he still had other tricks up his sleeve.

Reid was using Henrietta's sense of sight as his own, seeing in his mind's eye everything that Henrietta was viewing. Of course, she wouldn't know. It was a simple sensory connection, only one out of the normal five sense, not even two way. Her mental and bodily functions would continue operating as normal, while Reid simply copied over the images Henrietta saw to his own memory.

If reading minds was like cracking a safe in a house, then Reid's sensory hijack was like sitting on the front steps of the house. He hadn't alerted Henrietta of his presence yet. Dig any deeper, and it could set off warnings. Which made his job difficult.

But now he was getting not only a clear view of the battle, but of what Henrietta was focusing on. If he had to, he'd try and connect more senses. It would be easier to do the more the battle went on and the more Henrietta focused on it.

Until then? He was content to sit back and watch.

-Sniff sniff-

He was right, the air around here reeked of uncanny things like smog and various scents associate with overly populated cities.

Turning his attention away from the skyscrapers and the surroundings, Tk focused back on N. Even though N's answer didn't satisfy Tk's childish fariy tail wishes he still nodded in understanding. though he immediately stopped nodding and slowly shook his head, eyes closed a small smile playing at his lips. "your wrong."

Re-opening his eyes he attempted to make eye contact with N, his face bright with childish cheer, "I haven't met many people on my journey so far, but the one's i have meet don't think that everything belongs to them, and well, neither do i!" Tk said, Eunmi's, wayne's, Salieri's, Henrietta's, Luka's HIba's and several other people's Face's all flashing through his minds inner eye for a brief moment.

Breaking eye contact Takamaru looked at the ground sadly. "I know that there are bad people in the world, people that hurt, manipulate and steel Pokemon for there own selfish desires or what ever.." Takamaru clenched his fists. "But..but that doesn't mean every one's like that." Takamaru finished.

Pickpocket. 7 o'clock.
Alright. We'll intercept them. Give her a warning shot.

From his standing position atop the flagpole in front of the financial building, Reid's Hitmonchan could survey everything in the radius of the battlezone. He was the brawn behind Reid's brains. Even at a distance, Jackie could do his job.

The Hitmonchan himself was an oddity, sporting a black and grey color scheme for his "outfit", shorts instead of a skirt, and MMA style boxing gloves. But in Unova, he was an oddity no matter what. For that reason, he felt quite at home in the new country.

He cocked back his fist and shot a right hook forward, not taking his Keen Eyes off of Fleya in the process. The hook ended in a powerful burst of air, which curved in a seemingly random path towards the crowd.

The burst of air weaved, bobbed, and darted through the people and pokemon alike, getting smaller as it's distance increased.

Reid did not shift his body, save for raising one arm behind him and wagging his index finger at Fleya when she was three feet away.

The Vacuum Wave Missile curved a path to Fleya, down to it's last bit of power. The invisible air bullet finally stopped right in front of the girl, bursting with the force of a sturdy open palm.

If Fleya didn't stop her attempted theft immediately, she'd have a feeling like she walked into someone pushing her stomach away gently. Of course, to detect it she'd have to see air itself, so chances were high that she'd meet the push.

Reid couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

Surveillance is far too easy. This is what I’m Bronius’s Knight.

This is why I’m the leader.

****

N narrowed his eyes into the distance. They glazed over, lost in the past.

“I’ve come to agree with you. Not everyone human is bad.”
He swiveled to face Takamaru, looming over the trainer. “But just because you aren’t bad doesn’t mean you aren’t a problem. Those who don’t have convictions strong enough to make a change, those who don’t use their life as an opportunity to choose a better future…”

N paused and shook his head. “Being neutral is just as much of a problem. This world needs to change. I’m going to make it happen. You, Takamaru. What sort of future are you trying to create?”

Reid sighed. Was she playing up the impact on purpose? Or was she just frail? He didn't not believe his calculations for Jackie's shot had been inaccurate.

Either way, she was singling him out for it. Thankfully on the busy streets of Castelia, people bump into each other and yell all the time, so she didn't cause a scene. But the potential for unwanted attention was always there.

So he simply chose to ignore her. It wasn't like she could prove it. Everybody was focusing on the fight. And even the ones who weren't wouldn't have been able to see the blow anyway. For all they knew, she simply tripped.

If he had to, he would resort to more drastic measures. His Hitmonchan had seen her pickpocketing, so if he managed to out her he could shift the attention over. But that could cause a commotion in itself.

It was a tricky game. Reid wasn't worried though. He simply just wanted to absorb as much data as possible before moving on to find Salieri.

((So... sleeepy...))

"Ignite."

Henrietta never even needed to say the word. Melty was already working at the strategy. He could feel it, read Henrietta from her soul. Her life force which he consumed - as well as the life force of all within his vicinity. It was a constant thing, and if one wanted a resistance to it it would need to be constant.

The Litwick gave Zeus no chance, he began to move but this was already the second part of their strategy.

As the Discharge began to form through the break dancing the smog would be loosed. This was the problem with trainers, there was always a wait time to see how someone reacted, like a turn based courtesy. Henrietta was relentless. She would not permit Zeus and Crimson any breaks to 'see how they would react' or to 'give them a chance to'. To put it frankly, Smog accompanied Zeus' Discharge, starting at the same time, because the Discharge was a reaction to her first move.

The careful form of it was not just a blast, it meant that it required time and in a quick draw session time was not something one took lightly.

So, because Zeus' electricity was forming around the fire he'd lost himself a precious second.

Just long enough for the Smog that Melty released to reach the target location. And from there, it'd ignite.

What followed was an explosion, and if it hit it'd likely destabilize Zeus' efforts in their entirety, bringing all of the elements into him and outward, into an area of destruction.

So the girl was going to reverse the situation and make him her alibi? Reid didn't have to be psychic to see that. Although he was psychic, and he did see that. It was one of her shallow thoughts: an idea at the forefront of the thought process. Reid only had to skim her mind to find it.

Reading minds was like reading a book. This book was titled Fleya. Shallow thoughts were like reading the description on the back of the book, or even a chapter preview, or the foreword. It depended on the thought at the time. The stronger someone felt about their idea, the more accessible it was.

Reid could not open the book titled Fleya and start the first chapter without some probing, but he could at least see she was intent on making the plan work.

And a good plan it was. It shifted attention towards Reid, and if it wasn’t for the explosion in the background from the fight than he may have been in trouble. But what Fleya didn’t know was that he knew what she was up to. So he decided to make that very clear when she grabbed him and spun her around.

Reid still had his fingers on his temple when he transmitted the images over to Fleya’s mind. The images were from Jackie’s point of view, only taking place two minutes ago. It was, from the Hitmonchan’s perspective, Fleya stealing the wallets or valuables of those in the crowd.

Fleya would start to have flashes of these visions. They were essentially like security camera footage. With this transmission, she would know that he knew her game. And that he could reveal her to the crowd.

Reid’s brow furrowed. “Your money? Do you mean this?”

He reached into his pocket and held up a coin. “I found this pokedollar on the ground. If it’s really yours, you can have it back.”

His voice was sincere, although his eyes betrayed that genuine offer. He transmitted one more thing into Fleya’s head. This time, it was a thought, for her and her alone to hear.

You’ve been given a chance to walk away with more. Or you can stay and lose everything. Make the wise choice.

((Wait on Nio to post please, he's stuck at work or he would))