Ruby's getting kind of tired of the bumping of the truck on the trip to Johto, and how it keeps interrupting his knitting, but it's nothing he wasn't expecting to deal with. What he's not prepared for is the gold-ringed portal that opens up right in front of him and swallows him and his Pokémon whole, and deposits him and his freinds somewhere entirely different from the southern region he was just entering.
“Is there anything from your plan that you can share, or all of it going to be a surprise? To be honest, I can’t wait to see what the local fashions are.”
“I am a judge, not a contestant.”
He blinks, the reevaluates.
”In retrospect, expecting all contests judges to have the same kind of uniform was pretty foolish; even Johto and Hoenn’s aren’t identical. That’s even more convenient, though; do you have a list of the rules I could look at?”
"There is a list inside the building, which will not open for five minutes still. I have memorized it, but recitation would waste my time, and to waste time is a terrible thing, far more terrible than killing it. I have killed before - but I have not wasted. Some lines are to be crossed, and some lines are better obeyed, as some little boys are ordinary and some are very strange... tell me of those goblins you intend to display."
“It doesn’t sound like you have these types, so I’m not sure how the translation will handle it but... Nana is a Skitty, Coco is a Poochyena, and Ruru is a Ralts, and back home they’d participate in cutenesss, coolness, and intelligence contests. None of them are very large, but Coco is the biggest of the three.”
"If they are larger than a sapling, and smaller than an oak, they may suffice? We will know with the passing of time. But of their colors, their forms, their metaphor and practice, their beauty and elegance and ugliness...?"
“They should meet that size requirement. Coco is jet black, and undoubtably cool; Nana is pink and beige and cute; Ruru is green, red, and white, and brilliant. Naturally, they’re all in peak Condition.”