[ti]trade[/ti]May Phoenix Wings Fly High

Laguna let out a long sigh, sitting back on the edge of the road as her gaze drifted out across the crowd of people. So many people, so many places to go.

Her mind wandered as she clutched the Golden Pokeball in her hand, seal broken. To think that some of these trainers came from all over the world. It might be the American servers, but even she still started playing in Canada. What's to stop people from halfway across the world playing? What's to stop people of any age or importance playing?

Little kids playing alongside politicians, lawyers and artists, the richest people alive could be playing alongside someone only just rich enough to afford a WorldScreen. Here, everyone was an equal. Everyone was given the exact same abilities as any other. With enough work, someone could always raise to the same power as any other. There was a charm to that.

She couldn't help but smile, a hopeful dream for the future of this world on her mind.

And yet, she wasn't here solely just to think. Beside her was a cute little chalkboard sign, something she had used often when trading before. She was here looking to find a Pokemon a home, and also maybe give another Pokemon a chance at life.

"Paras looking for trainer that will love it. <3" It read on the sign, colored in cute pink chalk. Right below it, "Moltres DNA for Trade, to someone who will love them."

And with that, she sat back trying not to make a big scene. She noticed many NPCs giving her weird looks lately, maybe that was because she signed up with Plasma for Professor Ash, but she was content to just sit here and think while she waited. She'd find good homes for all the Pokemon that wanted them, she already promised. And the Moltres deserved to exist in a world that would love them too.