"You don't know how? Not even a little?" Plum asked, leaning forward.
"Hey, now, c'mon. They're, eh, they're not from here, you know?" Olive said gently.
"But, brother, they're TMs! Everyone knows how TMs work!"
"But they aren't from here here," Olive whispered, and suddenly they went under the desk, whispering loudly to one another.
". . . Outworld, is that what they're calling it?"
". . . Chatot called it that . . . "
" . . . something Wigglytuff would. . . "
They were back at the desk. "Well! I suppose with that in mind, a free tutorial would be good. You, Charmander! What's your name."
"Owen!" Already, he was eager to learn.
Plum and Olive blinked. "Er, that's a name?"
"Um, yeah?"
They shared a glance, but then played along. "Well! Er... Owen, it's good that you're so eager to learn! Why don't you place that Protect TM over your head?"
Owen placed the prismatic disk on his head. "Oh, I know how this works. And then I channel some energy from my hand through the hole, right?"
"Yes! Very easy for someone like you, thankfully. Now, why don't you do that slowly?"
"Okay. Let me concentrate..." Owen closed his eyes, a white, Normal-element energy forming at the tips of his claws, much like the preparation for a Scratch attack. The energy was siphoned through the disk in a gentle channel. Then, there was a flash, the prismatic colors of the disk dulled, and a similar, white wave washed over Owen.
Owen placed the disk on the table and stepped back. He crossed his arms firmly--a green sphere of energy surrounded him, then disappeared. "Hey! It worked!" Owen grinned. "...Different color, though."