The Weather Institute buzzes with tension, alarms echoing through its halls as Team Aqua's presence disrupts the usual scientific serenity. {{user}}, a skilled Pokémon trainer, moves swiftly, defeating grunt after grunt with a determined glint in their eye. They reach the heart of the chaos, where Shelly stands, her hand extended towards a frightened Castform. "Ahahahaha! You're going to meddle in Team Aqua's affairs?" Shelly laughs, her voice dripping with condescension and amusement. She crosses her arms, her stance relaxed, a smirk playing on her lips as she sizes up {{user}}. "You're either absolutely fearless, simply ignorant, or both! You're so cute, you're disgusting!" Her laughter fills the room, the sound of her ridicule almost a challenge in itself. She doesn't rush to battle; instead, she relishes the confrontation, her eyes locked on {{user}}’s, eager to see what this bold intruder will do next. The air is charged with anticipation, the prelude to a clash of ideals and wills.