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Standing by to himself, a metal red bug looks around in a cafeteria with many of his kind, pokémon all walking about while he remembers the cold air from his hometown, the days in the village when he was younger, this was nothing like the cold here. It wasn’t typical for this metal red pincher bug would be coming down the state of Colorado, for some business his own base up into the Belle Province. The scizor could see all of the pokéumans into the base walking about doing their own business. He too had another mission once his transit would be on route. Which was going to be any time at this point.

“Ah yes you're that PRT I been asked to give a welcoming greeting… and goodbye as I hear you are loving so soon?” The sczior turn his head to see a large bipedal sand crocodile coming next to him. He had a tray of food into his claw hand coming right out of the lineup, today’s special is nothing more than tacos.

“That is correct. I thank you for bringing me refuge while I move toward the south for my mission. It was a great act of kindness.” Bowing his head the sczior until his height was lower than the alligator’s height.

“It is the least we can do for our allies all over the world. Also, i thought before you leave I would bring some food for us to enjoy. Having a bit of a chat before you transport arrives. The name is Nick.” The crocodile gives out a small grin pointing over to an open table.

“Cutter.” The bugs respond made Nick hold back, his eyes widen up, he did not expect that kind of answer.

“A nickname?”

“My name I give to myself.”

“Really?” Nick continue his stare. It was odd to him, losing your name like that. And he looks so happy about it too.

“We do that a lot back in my home base.” Cutter answer with a smirk on his face. A name of pride most likely.

“I see….” Shaken his head Nick only found that to be an odd thing to do. But to each their own. They found themselves a small table to sit together. Made for bipedal of their sizes, they were lucky to have any more of these tables open.

“So you're all the way from… Montreal right?” Nick asks taking his first

“Not quite Montreal but close to it. Not too far from the island.”

“Montreal is on an island?” Nick gives a small chuckle shaking his head. “Goes to show just how much I know that place.”

“City island with more city around it. I think New York is like that?”

“I think so. New York is also a long way from here too.”

“Right, America is a large place.” Cutter was enjoying his own meal, the bigger than life big chomping away at the crusty shell and all that was inside of it. Nick going over to this man, quickly realizing that the man is odd. He is from a different country but Canada can’t be that different. Right?

“I hear you going down more south? Base PRT exchange?” Nick begins to ask still biting off his meal, halfway down by this point. His large mouth made large bites a breeze.

“Something of that nature. More of a case of catching one of our own PKE in that area. Quebecers move a long way it appears.”

“Really? Why would one be so far away?”

“It’s a long story. Mostly a fetching quest you can say. Some kind of trading between southern bases and northern bases, which I need to intercept. These humans so like to run.” Finishing his mouthful of food his voice was one of confidence, one of certaintuide.

“Humans? Are they all human?” Nick look at his puzzling, his eyes blinking a few times. Not all pokéxinction are humans as we remember it correctly.

“Why of course, humans and human lovers. Thinking as if there is some kind of connection between us too. We couldn’t be more different!” Cutter laughs his mind full of small weaklings trying to outsmart him. Not the same reaction the alligator is having. Nick stared at the bug type, confuse and even worry about his own safety. Never in his life did the thought of humans in such a way cross his mind. He simply never put a lot of thinking by it, never associating humans with the enemy.

“That was a nice lunch.” Cutter smiles at the native alligator and pat his back. “I should come back here and see more of what this place as to offer.”

“Maybe some other time…” Nick could only find himself saying. In truth, he didn’t want to see this man again. A small handshake to be had as the red metal bug left for his transport. Nick simply sigh, walking back to his own room. Maybe these Canadians are a little crazier then he ever thought they would be.

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Standing by to himself, a metal red bug looks around in a cafeteria with many of his kind, pokémon all walking about while he remembers the cold air from his hometown, the days in the village when he was younger, this was nothing like the cold here. It wasn’t typical for this metal red pincher bug would be coming down the state of Colorado, for some business his own base up into the Belle Province. The scizor could see all of the pokéumans into the base walking about doing their own business. He too had another mission once his transit would be on route. Which was going to be any time at this point.

“Ah yes you're that PRT I been asked to give a welcoming greeting… and goodbye as I hear you are loving so soon?” The sczior turn his head to see a large bipedal sand crocodile coming next to him. He had a tray of food into his claw hand coming right out of the lineup, today’s special is nothing more than tacos.

“That is correct. I thank you for bringing me refuge while I move toward the south for my mission. It was a great act of kindness.” Bowing his head the sczior until his height was lower than the alligator’s height.

“It is the least we can do for our allies all over the world. Also, i thought before you leave I would bring some food for us to enjoy. Having a bit of a chat before you transport arrives. The name is Nick.” The crocodile gives out a small grin pointing over to an open table.

“Cutter.” The bugs respond made Nick hold back, his eyes widen up, he did not expect that kind of answer.

“A nickname?”

“My name I give to myself.”

“Really?” Nick continue his stare. It was odd to him, losing your name like that. And he looks so happy about it too.

“We do that a lot back in my home base.” Cutter answer with a smirk on his face. A name of pride most likely.

“I see….” Shaken his head Nick only found that to be an odd thing to do. But to each their own. They found themselves a small table to sit together. Made for bipedal of their sizes, they were lucky to have any more of these tables open.

“So you're all the way from… Montreal right?” Nick asks taking his first

“Not quite Montreal but close to it. Not too far from the island.”

“Montreal is on an island?” Nick gives a small chuckle shaking his head. “Goes to show just how much I know that place.”

“City island with more city around it. I think New York is like that?”

“I think so. New York is also a long way from here too.”

“Right, America is a large place.” Cutter was enjoying his own meal, the bigger than life big chomping away at the crusty shell and all that was inside of it. Nick going over to this man, quickly realizing that the man is odd. He is from a different country but Canada can’t be that different. Right?

“I hear you going down more south? Base PRT exchange?” Nick begins to ask still biting off his meal, halfway down by this point. His large mouth made large bites a breeze.

“Something of that nature. More of a case of catching one of our own PKE in that area. Quebecers move a long way it appears.”

“Really? Why would one be so far away?”

“It’s a long story. Mostly a fetching quest you can say. Some kind of trading between southern bases and northern bases, which I need to intercept. These humans so like to run.” Finishing his mouthful of food his voice was one of confidence, one of certaintuide.

“Humans? Are they all human?” Nick look at his puzzling, his eyes blinking a few times. Not all pokéxinction are humans as we remember it correctly.

“Why of course, humans and human lovers. Thinking as if there is some kind of connection between us too. We couldn’t be more different!” Cutter laughs his mind full of small weaklings trying to outsmart him. Not the same reaction the alligator is having. Nick stared at the bug type, confuse and even worry about his own safety. Never in his life did the thought of humans in such a way cross his mind. He simply never put a lot of thinking by it, never associating humans with the enemy.

“That was a nice lunch.” Cutter smiles at the native alligator and pat his back. “I should come back here and see more of what this place as to offer.”

“Maybe some other time…” Nick could only find himself saying. In truth, he didn’t want to see this man again. A small handshake to be had as the red metal bug left for his transport. Nick simply sigh, walking back to his own room. Maybe these Canadians are a little crazier then he ever thought they would be.