Emmet POV
          Emmet looked around the league meeting room as he walked in. Despite being a subway boss for nearly twenty years, and having nearly become champion as a kid he had only been here three or five times. He wasn't sure the exact amount. Ingo normally handled such things as he was the more social twin.
The league room was too fancy or tacky for Emmet's personal tastes he couldn't tell and clearly needed renovations. In actuality it was horribly ugly Emmet decided.  It clearly hadn't gotten any renovations since before Alder was champion.
Depressing yellow wall paper from at least the sixties with the obligatory water stains which was peeling off the walls, week old orange peel colored matted carpet that Emmet was sixty percent sure was once a shag carpet due to how matted it was. There was a single crooked photo in the room of a Volcarona. There was a single Pokémon bed with a Haxorus who was too big for it in the blue ratty thing.  The whole place reeked of misery, mold, mildew and smoke. Emmet held his head passing a glance at Elesa. She gave a knowing glance with a grimace.
Slowly Emmet claimed the chair that was once Ingo's around the table.  It left his right side open and most of the league was sitting where Ingo should have been.  There were about twenty chairs around the table, fourteen of which were actually normal wooden furniture.  The others were those tan folding chairs with their occupants names sharpied on.  And a spinning office chair that's current occupant was N's Zoroark who was spinning as fast as the fox could manage as N was talking to Hilbert.
He ignored everyone.  The oldest members of the league all seemed on edge.  They probably knew what was happening, being all buddy-buddy with Alder the champion in a political sense was useful.  Even though Emmet and Alder were somewhat close in age(Alder was in his mid fifties and Emmet himself was 46) with a shared passion for battling they had never really become friends; not even Ingo the social twin was that close with Alder.
Currently on the topic of the politically acting champion, Alder was chatting with Lenora and Cheren since Cheren was taking over Lenora's position so she could focus on Nacrene museum stuff.  Elesa was quick to notify Drayden of her and Emmet's presence.  Uncle Drayden being Uncle Drayden immediately jumped into action informing Clay, then the two split up and Emmet watched; as like Rattata when a pot fell they scattered claiming their seats.
Elsea sat to Emmets left, as he was at the end there was no one to his left.  Exactly how Ingo liked it, and the opposite to how Emmet liked it.  He preferred non twin people to his right, Ingo to his left.  Elesa was acceptable but not preferable to sit there.  Uncle Drayden sat across from Emmet, and Clay sat across from Elsea.  It was good to see that Ingo made sure to sit near people he liked and was comfortable.  The only person nearby that Emmet knew Ingo wasn't completely comfortable with was N.  He sat in the swivel chair his Zoroark trying to take over the Pokémon bed from Uncle Drayden's Haxorus.  Uncle Drayden whispered something to N whose eyes widened at whatever it was.  Team Plasma mark three?  What would they even do this time?  Burn the region with dragon fire? 
At the other end of the table Alder stood up.  He cleared his throat and all eyes were on him.  He fixed his collar before he spoke.
"Ghetsis woke up last night.  We can no longer keep him in the hospital yet his mental facilities have yet to fully recover.  I need one of you to take him in to ensure that he isn't killed before trial."  He gave a pained smile.  I looked at N as did most everyone else.  He looked back and shook his head.
"I haven't had a good conversation with that man in years.  Besides Hilbert and I are looking to adopt, no adoption agency would allow a kid within a fifty mile radius of him."  N spoke fiddling with the rings on his ring finger.  Eventually he continued.  "Also I am almost a hundred percent certain that he's homophobic.  Have you met the man?"
Emmet blinked.  He had never pegged that man as straight.  The several thousands in makeup and hair care products discovered in Plasma castle didn't help that case.  However N had more experience than Emmet whose only interaction with the man was chasing him out of the subway with a broom and the police reports.
Emmet blinked waiting for someone to snatch up the opportunity to spend dragons knows how long with a known terrorist, war criminal and cult leader— and dragons know what else he's being tried for.  Emmet lost interest after the third page of charges.  Slowly he nodded and N relaxed.
"I am Emmet I will take him in."  Emmet spoke before thinking.  Monophobia's a bitch anyway. Everyone looked at him shocked.  Clay blinked before he practically demanded answers.
"Ems why are you volunteering?"  Emmet exhaled.
"Neither N nor Alder are taking him in.  No one else will as team Plasma has attacked the gyms.  My apartment is designed to keep the Pokémon and by extension people in certain rooms.  Unless Ghetsis dies and comes back as a ghost then he won't get free reign.  Besides if he has his memories he'll fear me."   Iris snorted.  Drayden looked at her confused before Clay spoke.
"Why would that man fear you?  He's significantly taller than you, bulkier than you.  He could kill you."  Iris then put in her two pence.
"There's a viral video or well several of Emmet chasing Ghetsis out of the subway with a broom."  She pulled out her X-transceiver and pulled it up passing it around as the clip replayed.  Emmet smiled a different smile than customer service standard, one that Ingo used to say made him look like a cocky delinquent when they were young.  Emmet called it smug.  He watched as his voice from seven years ago echoed around the room, reminding Ghetsis to not cause scenes that delay the trains and to stay behind the yellow lines.  No one had to guess that Ghetsis chose a bad spot for one of his speeches and had been warned several times to move.  Eventually Ghetsis almost certainly got physical.
Ingo rarely allowed Emmet to do such things unless public safety was deemed at risk.