A couple of hours ago, a troop of Team Plasma grunts rolled into your home town of Floccesy, a rural place situated out in the meadows. News has been getting around for weeks about their increasingly overt plans to take over the region, and everyone was anticipating some sort of raid or fight to break out when they came here.

And yet, since their arrival, not one wayward shout has been heard. They'd stopped to give a speech in the center of town before disbanding and seeing themselves knocking from door to door, spreading the word. They were leveraging rhetoric among the smaller communities instead of threatening them, perhaps trying to recruit new members in the process.

One approached your door, knocking on it. When you opened up, a woman of a far pudgier frame than all the others walking about stood before you, a patient smile on her face. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, holding her hands behind her back. "My name's Cassia, and I'm a member of Team Plasma, if that wasn't clear. I was wondering if you had a minute to discuss some things with me. It won't take very long, I promise you."

Her presence was warm, but you could tell she meant business. She was sturdily built underneath that chub, and her own two Poké Balls rested on her toolbelt as if daring you to call them out. To see if you'd take the bait and try to claim her as a hypocrite...