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Who: N and anyone!
Location: Forest
Time: Morning.
Style: Either-or!
Status: Open to all!

There is a clearing not too into the forest that has obviously gotten some abuse in the past. It sits on the bottom of a hill and much of the vegetation has been burned away; the hill itself looks as if it has been gouged on occasion by something very large.

Right now, it may be obvious what the cause may have been: a large white dragon sits on the edge, though at the moment she seems contented to lounge on her belly, eyes half-closed. Nothing nearly so traumatic as destroying part of the hill is going on right now; instead she is watching over her trainer with a much smaller beast.

N has a sword in hand, though the scabbard is still on it, and he is all but dancing around, blocking as his Zorua lunges at him, swiping at him again and again.

It is all very serious until the fox Pokemon apparently has had enough. The Zorua jumps up and grabs ahold of the scabbard, pulling down on it with a playful growl.

"H-hey! This is not tug of war!" N protests, but he ends up laughing as he tries to wrest the sword away from him.

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Silver himself had been in the forest since way too early o'clock practicing his sword skills and training his pokemon in his own clearing that could have been nearby for all anyone knew. Not that Silver advertised he hung around in the forest most mornings and generally not too around this time, but..

.. He'd been working on trying to gain trust with his pokemon; it was still going at a snail's pace that frustrated the hell out of him.

Silver looks to be a good mood nonetheless, if not a bit dirty, even as he leans against a tree, just watching with an amused smirk. Oddly enough, his hair's pulled back into a low ponytail and his jacket's around his waist; there's a sword slung over his back as well. ".... Looks like it from here."

Reshiram's eyes opened fully at the voice. Yes, she recognized him, and would be keeping a much firmer eye on him.

N did too, straightening. Still, he managed a tiny smile as he got the Zorua to release the sword.

"Well, it wasn't supposed to be."

"Then why would you allow it to devolve into such thing? Such a method of training is useless overall." Silver's not going to move from his spot, either. He doesn't trust that dragon as far as he can throw it, and if his hands shifted a bit to his pokeballs, well - it's just a precaution, even if he's not making eye contact.

"Hmph, you come here a lot, don't you?"

"Because I don't mind having fun." N shrugs, replacing the sword on his belt.

"Yes."

"And when was training pokemon about having fun? It's about making them stronger so that they do better in battle."

"About this time, right?" Silver's only asking so he knows when avoid the forest so that as few people as possible see him training his pokemon and maybe trying to be nice to them. "And you stay around here, right?"

N's expression soured. "You're still on that, are you?" N did not answer his other questions, eyes narrowed.

"And if I am?" Silver just gives a half arsed smug grin. He is, but it's..... not as bad as before. Maybe. "Don't ignore my other question, either."

"I don't owe you answers." N set his jaw in a line, displeased. "If you are going to continue to be as you always have been, I have nothing more to say to you."

"Considering that I have no wish to run into you on my way to my training place, you do." Silver shrugs though, a lazy smirk on his face. "Which is also in the his forest."

N said nothing in response, turning his back and walking towards Reshiram, completely ignoring Silver.

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