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ckret2 · 5 years

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Medical Research

SPOILERS FOR DETECTIVE PIKACHU!! Even the summary has spoilers I ain’t kidding.

Fandom: Pokémon, Detective Pikachu movie Characters: Mewtwo, Harry Goodman, Detective Pikachu but he doesn’t do much Words: 2600 Summary: How, exactly, did Harry Goodman get Mewtwo into PCL? He certainly didn’t capture the most powerful Pokémon in the world. The only possibility is that he persuaded Mewtwo to go. But what would persuade Mewtwo, whose first conscious act was to blast its way out of a scientific lab full of gene experimenting, to willingly walk into one? Notes: Call me Babe Ruth.

"Medical research!"

Mewtwo froze, glowing hand outstretched toward the floating human's chest—still poised to blast him halfway to the northeast Kanto coast with a single mental flex. A Pikachu was clinging to his shirt, huddling over his heart with eyes squeezed shut.

Slowly, Mewtwo's hand stopped glowing. But it didn't let go yet. "Explain."

The human gasped in a breath as the pressure Mewtwo was exerting on his body to keep him floating loosened, then automatically kicked his legs as if trying to stay aloft as he felt gravity take hold of him again. Mewtwo wasn't going to drop him. Not yet, anyway.

"J—just outside Ryme City, in Sinnoh," the human said. "There's a lab! They want—"

Mewtwo's skin prickled at the word lab. "I am not interested in being experimented on by humans again." It raised its hand. The human yelped as he jerked another few feet in the air.

"Listen to him!" the Pikachu cried. "He's not here to hurt you, I promise! Please!"

Mewtwo hesitated, ruminating on the Pikachu's request. The pair had approached it with words instead of attacks, and with none of the complicated machinery designed to entrap and ensnare that the likes of Team Rocket and their many subsequent bounty hunters tended to throw at it. Mewtwo could have chalked it up to cockiness—but the human wasn't even carrying poké balls. Not even one for the Pikachu. The only machinery he had on him was a cell phone.

They weren't here to catch it.

Slowly, Mewtwo lowered the pair—and then dropped them, from three feet up, to the muddy bank of the Cerulean River. The human landed hard and groaned; Pikachu squealed in surprise.

"Very well. I will listen," Mewtwo said. "Explain your research—and why I should want anything to do with it."

"Nnh..." The human sat up, lifted his arms, and grimaced at the mud covering them from elbow down. "Not—not my research. I was—hired, by the guy funding it. You've heard of Howard Clifford?"

"No."

"Ahh. Great. Well, he's uh, he's this—big, idealist philanthropist type guy—it's that whole archetype, the benevolent futurist billionaire thing, you know the type—"

"I do not."

The human stopped, mouth partway open, caught mid-sentence and unsure how to go on now. "Right. Well, I'm—I'm sure you'll meet him, if you decide you want to come. Anyway, he wants to make medicine from the genes of Pokémon, that can be used on both humans and different Pokémon. Stuff like, uh, uh... identifying the genes that are altered when Wailmer turns into Wailord, and injecting them into Grotle so they get way, way larger when they evolve."

Mewtwo tilted its head. "Why would they do that?"

The human opened his mouth. Then stopped with his mouth open again, brow furrowed, and thought about that. "You know, I—I don't actually... know why they did that. I think I was, uh, busy gawking at the ginormous Torterra when they explained the whole... purpose, of that specific project."

It didn't matter, ultimately. Mewtwo's skin was prickling again, at this talk of genes shuffling between Pokémon as casually as scavengers trading berries, and its instincts were telling it to go hide.

Hide where, though? The human had done what few others had done before: tracked Mewtwo down to its hidden sanctuary, an unobtrusive mountain cave hiding in the shadow of Mt. Moon. Mewtwo's fault for being so being so merciful to other explorers who'd passed through. If it showed mercy to this one as well—and, at this point, it supposed, it would—then its location would be known to this benevolent futurist billionaire the human had mentioned, and who knew how many others would be sent after it. And soon Team Rocket would learn of its location again. This sanctuary was no longer safe for Mewtwo—and it wouldn't be safe for any of the other Pokémon in it, either, if Mewtwo didn't leave it behind for good.

For a moment, Mewtwo was furious at the human for discovering it.

It forced itself not to act on its rage. But the Pikachu sensed the rage all the same, fixing Mewtwo with a hard look, his cheeks crackling.

"You have accomplished a feat that very few humans have ever achieved, in tracking me down on purpose," Mewtwo said. "To have done so, you must know a great deal about me. You must know what I am—what I come from."

The human hesitated, the nodded. "Little—little island near Cinnabar, right? A cloning experiment? Sponsored by a gym leader with ties to organized crime."

"I am far beyond a mere 'cloning experiment.' Tell me: do I look like a Mew?"

"Well, I can't say I've ever seen a Mew, but—" The human stared at Mewtwo for a long moment, taking in its height, its oddly fused fingers, its strange bony sternum, its misshapen double neck, "—but no, you... don't exactly look like the cave art."

"I am Pokémon gene splicing. I am what happens when humans try to improve upon Pokémon—when humans snip DNA apart like so many little lengths of rope and knot them back together. I should not be."

"Hey now, that's pretty harsh on yourself—"

"And there should not be other things like me," Mewtwo said firmly. "I do believe you both came here with good intentions. But your intentions mean nothing in the face of the abominations you're asking for."

The human stared at Mewtwo a moment longer, hard—this time, not like he was taking in its body, but like he was looking for something deeper. Mewtwo didn't like that look. It felt... penetrating.

"Hey." The human's voice was softer now. "Listen." He slowly got to his feet, brushing excess mud off his rear. Pikachu scampered up to his shoulder and settled there. "You've... you've had bad experiences with humans. Especially humans in labs. Especially especially humans in labs talking about genes. I get that. I understand why you wouldn't want to go back to one. I wouldn't blame you or judge you in the slightest for completely rejecting anybody coming up to you to talk about anything that's got to do with humans in labs with genes." He paused. "But I hope you'll consider not rejecting it. Because there's a lot of people and Pokémon out there, right now, every day, suffering—from injuries they won't recover from, from diseases we don't have cures to—and the Pokémon Comprehensive Laboratory in Ryme City is trying to change that. You can't im—"

He stopped, face twisting, swallowed hard; Pikachu fussed with his hair for a moment until he'd collected himself. "You can't imagine what it's like," he said, voice hoarser than it had been just a moment earlier, "what it's like, watching someone you love—waste away, and die. From an illness that there's no cure for yet."

Telepath though Mewtwo was, it had never been much of a mind reader; and what skill it had once possessed had atrophied to nothing under Team Rocket's tender care. It was a very weak empath at best. But it didn't need to be strong to feel the sudden miasmas of decade-old grief leaking from the human, like poisonous gas from a Koffing's craterous pores.

It drifted closer to the human, equal parts intrigued and pitying, feet inches above the muddy riverbank. "You speak from experience?"

The human shrugged with his un-Pikachu-occupied shoulder. "Do you know what cancer is?"

"I've been told I am a cancer," Mewtwo said. "A Mew who's more tumor than healthy tissue."

The human let out a startled laugh. "Well—that shows you can survive it, right? That's more than most people can say. Imagine what that would be like—being made of cancer, but never dying from it." He sniffed hard, shook his head, and collected himself again. "Listen, I uh—I didn't come to talk about my life. Sorry. But—Howard's poured a lot of money, manpower, and poképower into tracking you down. And he's done it all because he believes, sincerely believes, that something in your genes—your weird, part-prehistoric-demigod, part-manmade-mishmash genes—holds the key to making life a whole lot better for a whole lot of sick folks. I don't get the science behind it, but he's got people who do—and to them, you're not Wailord genes in a Grotle. You're everything."

Mewtwo glanced away from the pair, considering the proposition uneasily. As much as it reviled the thought of returning to another lab... had it not been working, for years, to undo the things that Team Rocket had done to it? The damage that had been done to its soul—if it had such a thing—its mind, if not. For years, now, it had been fighting to unlearn all that Team Rocket had taught it about where a Pokémon's worth comes from, and the supremacy of power, and the dynamic of master and tool between human and Pokémon. Mewtwo was not the same Pokémon that had fled from Viridian City so many years ago.

Maybe it was time, too, to unlearn its fear of white coats and the smell of sterilized steel.

Maybe it was time to see if it could redefine how it saw its own genes—not as slap in the face of the natural order, but as a gift to the world.

It wanted to be a gift.

"I am... proficient, in genetics," Mewtwo confessed. "I have conducted my own experiments in augmented cloning. You've come to ask if I'd offer my body to medicine. I can also offer my mind."

The human blinked at it. "Augmented cl—what, what-what, what kind of augmented cloning?"

Mewtwo cringed in shame. "Enhancing a Pokémon's strength. For battle. Augmenting their innate special powers."

"Wh..." For a moment, the human just stared. "Th—yeah! Yeah, that's—that's fantastic. Hey, the PCL's got some Froakie it tries out all its new discoveries on—Froakie adapt really well to new DNA, apparently—you can show them what you've got, see if they think it's useful?"

Mewtwo nodded hesitantly. "My procedures don't allow for genes to be inserted into already-living Pokémon. I'll have to clone new ones."

"Maybe they'll be able to help you figure out how to put it in living Pokémon? Froakie evolve a couple of times, it should be easy to get the genes in them."

"Perhaps. If they're willing. If they're volunteers." It would have to ask them, personally—all the Pokémon in the facility—if they'd volunteered. If even one hadn't...

"So, that's a yes, right?" the human said. "You're in? Gonna come help make the world a better place?"

"Provided I will be treated like a volunteer, not a test subject," Mewtwo said, "yes. I'm in."

"Yesss." The human performed a slow fist pump.

Pikachu cheered, then beamed up at Mewtwo. "Thank you. You've made my partner really happy."

Partner. Not trainer, nor owner, nor master. "I would not have given him a chance had you not vouched for him." It would not have given a chance to any human who didn't have a human to vouch for them; but it had found that Pikachu tend to be particularly good judges of character.

"Wh— Are you talking to—?" The human pointed to the Pikachu on his shoulder.

"Of course. Did you think I, a Pokémon, am only capable of communicating with humans?"

The human paused. "No! No, of course I didn't. I just, didn't think about— He vouched for me?"

Mewtwo nodded. The human smiled at Pikachu. "Aww. That's the sweetest— Hey, buddy. Fist bump." He held his fist up. Pikachu leaned forward, planting both hands on his knuckles; sparks snapped between them.

"This facility is in Ryme City?" Mewtwo asked. "Can you describe the neighborhood so I can find it? Preferably from a bird's eye view."

"Oh, no, don't worry about— Howard said if I actually found you, he could send a charter flight. We get to ride to Sinnoh in style."

"I see." Rich, ran his own science lab, could summon up airplanes at his convenience... Mewtwo had yet to met this Howard, but it was already uneasy at the thought of his power. It seemed like a very familiar power.

But he wasn't using his power to design the world's most powerful Pokémon; he was using it to cure diseases.

And Mewtwo wasn't going to be one of his possessions; it was going to be a volunteer. A volunteer who had been asked to come, by a human and a Pikachu who'd approached with words instead of weapons. It would be a volunteer. Perhaps even a scientist.

That thought also made it uneasy.

"Ugh, the mud's starting to crust on me." The human shook his hands. Not much mud came off. "You mind if we head back into town so I can wash off in my hotel?"

Mewtwo wasn't fond of the idea of venturing into Cerulean City. It glanced to the side. "There's a river right here."

"Well yeah, but—I don't want to walk back into town with soaking wet pants."

"You could take them off."

The human's face screwed up. "Thaaat's not going to work for a human."

Mewtwo waited for him to explain why. He didn't. Maybe it was an instinct. One must respect other species' instincts, even if one doesn't understand them.

"I will wait, then. At the entrance to the cave." Mewtwo raised higher, preparing to leave for its shelter. It would perhaps be its last opportunity to visit the cave for a long time. "When you're ready to go to Sinnoh, come find me."

"Yeah. Okay." The human nodded. "And—thanks, Mewtwo."

Mewtwo nodded. Then, slowly, spoke: "Thank you. For all of my life, the means of my birth have been a... a burden to overcome. I have lived my life striving to prove that I have worth in spite of how I was made. I think... it will be good to learn whether, despite all the horrors I went through—and committed—some worth can be found in me because of how I was made. I appreciate this opportunity, human."

The human looked surprised. "Wow. That's... You're kind of a deep guy, Mewtwo."

"I have a lot of time to think," it said. "And the most powerful brain on the planet."

The human huffed a laugh. "Hey, before I go—you don't have to call me 'human.' I shoulda introduced myself earlier, but, you know—" He held one hand up, first two and last two fingers pressed together, and imitated the gesture Mewtwo had made when it levitated him into the air. "The name's Harry. Harry Goodman."

"Hairy Good Man," Mewtwo repeated dubiously. "I have seen hairier humans."

"No, it's— That's spelled H-A-R-R-Y," Hairy said. "No I."

Mewtwo nodded slowly. "I can't read."

The human stared at it. Then shook his head slightly. "I don't know why I assumed you could."

Now that they'd been properly introduced—and now that Mewtwo had spilled more of its inner life to a human in thirty seconds than it had to anyone else in the past decade—Mewtwo was more than ready to be alone. To prepare itself for a trip to Sinnoh. To the lab. "Go." It gestured with its head in the direction of Cerulean City. Its highest roofs could just barely be seen over the trees beyond the river. "I'll be waiting."

"Right, right." Hairy turned toward Cerulean City; then turned back around again, in the direction of the nearest bridge back across the river, far in the opposite direction. He sighed quietly. Pikachu craned his head, checking for wild Pokémon along the route ahead.

Mewtwo gently lifted him up—he yelped in surprise—carried him over the river, and sat him on his feet on the opposite bank. "Oh—thanks!" He waved.

Mewtwo nodded again; then floated there, and watched, as Hairy headed back toward town. Pikachu turned to watch Mewtwo over his shoulder until they were gone.

Walking into a lab of its own free will. (Medical lab, it reminded itself again. Medicine, not power.) It hoped it wasn't making a mistake.

It hoped its genes would help people.

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flaqkty · 2 years

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PUWTS Chapter 01

Pokémon: Unlike What They Said by Flaqkty

Chapter 01: False Tales

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Adventurers.

They are travellers. Venture around the world, see new things they can only dream of, doing quests, helping people, defeating evildoers... as their team grows, so do their fame... their names spread all across the globe... teammates helping each other, sharing each others’ thoughts...

Ahh...

I... too, dreamt of being one. Thinking of how famous I can be... get to know new people... grow and learn new skills all on my own. Maybe even evolve and become a whole new... myself...

But...

I was wrong... I was VERY wrong.

Adventurers...

...are fucked up.

Countless dangers... rude people... they're everywhere. Those wild Pokémons approach you and hurt you... but, those are nothing, compared to the real threat, the society.

You think those educated folks will go easy on you? Hell no, they hurt you, bully you, insult you, lie to you, scam you, betray you... just when you thought you found a good ol' reliable friend... they turned away and stabbed you right in your back...

Still, I found a pretty decent friend. He's a Medicham, a tough and hard-hitting individual... but, friendship don't last forever, or even long, for that matter. Adventures we had, places we went, mysteries we solved, requests we fulfilled... it was all fun and great and all.

Until one day...

...our journey came to an abrupt stop.

......

"This is it, huh... Chostrol Town... about time to settle down." A Cubone arrived at the entrance to a lively town, with two bones resting just behind his back, one slightly longer than the other one. He also had a cloth with two of its corners tied up and acted as a bag.

He adjusted the skull and the red scarf he wore. "Time to put all the past things behind me now..." He sighed, before stepping into the town.

Out of nowhere, a Torchic sprinted out and blocked his path. "Hey...! You're an adventurer, right? Can you..."

"Fuck off." The Cubone ignored and pushed him away.

"Ow... how rude..." He stood back up, flames began spitting out from his beak. "I dislike the rudeness, especially an adventurer like you."

The Cubone slowly reached over one of his bones. "Don't do stupid things." His tone sounded intimidating.

"Hmph, you think you're scaring me? Rude people like you needs to apologise!" The Torchic did not withdraw.

He then shot fire out of his beak, covering his whole body. "TAKE THIS!" He charged forward with immense speed.

"This is gonna get messy." The Cubone took out his dual bones, the short one in his left and long one in his right. He threw out his short bone towards the Torchic, but he quickly dodged it while maintaining his speed.

"No use, HAH!" He tackled the Cubone, who immediately stopped him with his long bone. "Heh, pretty good reflexes! But my flames are so hot it'll melt right through your bone!"

"AARGH!" As he talked, the short bone returned and hit him right in the back.

"End of the fight." The Cubone wound up his long bone and struck him away. The impact launched him to a nearby building and crashed right into it.

He caught the returning short bone and swung his long bone to get the fire off. "You're a good fighter, as a Torchic." He turned around and continued his pace.

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The Cubone halted in front of a small house. He opened the door and entered. "Empty... figures. Oh well, at least it seems cosy." Closed the door, he put down the cloth, untied it and picked up a photo frame.

"Bro... if you can see this... I'm fine now... no worries needed..." He lowered his head, a quiet cry could be heard, before he shook his head.

"...who am I lying to... I'm not good..."

KNOCK KNOCK!

Put down the photo. He leaned against the wall. "Fuck... not again... these stupid emotions..." He uttered as he slowly paced towards the door.

"Hey... again. So I kinda... overheard your conversations with... well, y'know, yourself... and I'll admit, I got... sorta carried away. Just here to say sorry for that. BUT YOU'RE STILL RUDE, that's for sure." It was the Torchic.

"That's all you're gonna say? Now scram, before I send you to another building." When the Cubone was going to close the door, the Torchic stopped him.

"WAIT! I'm Heather, and I wanna join you! You're an adventurer, right? Judging from that scarf you're wearing." He asked.

The Cubone shook his head. "Not anymore. Why do you even wanna be an adventurer...?" He questioned back.

"Ah, geez, you're an adventurer yourself and you don't know what's good in it?! You travel all around, meet new people, find yourself some great treasures, and all that good stuff!" Heather explained.

"Heh... kids like you being an adventurer is just gonna be a waste of life..." "I'M NINETEEN! I'm not a kid anymore! You saw me fight!" He interrupted.

"No difference. You know what, I'm just gonna provide an advice as an adventurer myself... don't do it. Now get the fuck off and leave me alone." The Cubone continued his attempt on closing his door, but all failed due to Heather blocking it.

"ALRIGHT, SON OF A BITCH. You're really challenging my patience now, aren't you? GET. OFF." His voice slowly becoming threatening.

"C'MON, PLEASE! I'll... I'll do anything!" Heather sounded desperate.

The Cubone looked at him. "...argh, if I let you join me, will you leave me alone?"

"Absolutely! I'll do anything to become an adventurer!" He said with high confident.

Eventually, the Cubone compromised and opened the door. "Urgh... okay, you brat. But before you can join, you'll need to do a lil' something something... to test whether if you're really tough enough to join. Follow me."

Heather jumped up in excitement. "ALLRIGHT! Thanks... uhh, what should I call you?"

"...Clay. Now keep up." He answered after a little hesitation.

......

The duo entered a forest, with trees and vegetation all around them. "Huh... Leafin Forest...? FYI, this forest is quite close to the town and I came here almost all the time. If you wanna train here or something, it's gonna be a piece of cake to me!"

"Just shut the hell up." Clay uttered.

"Okay...! ...boomer." Heather looked away.

They progressed more into the forest, and finally, they came across a Pidgey. It chirped and wandered around, and it still did not notice the duo's existence yet.

"Ooh, a Pidgey! Now what?" Heather said in a low volume.

"Knock it out." Clay commanded.

"On it!" He showed a confident grin.

Just like before, he shot out flame from his mouth and shielded himself up with it. "Here comes!" He then dashed out and assaulted the Pidgey.

It cried in pain for a short while, before fainting and falling to the ground.

"Alright! Piece of cake, what else do you want?" Heather spoke as he put out the fire on him.

"Hmm, clean hit. Now's the hard part. I want you to..." Clay paused.

"Yeah...? Want me to?" Heather asked impatiently.

"Kill it."

Heather seemed confused. "Wha... well, I already did! If you mean fainting it, it's there, fainted and unconscious..."

Clay shook his head. "No. I mean for real. End this Pidgey's life, right here, right now." He worded coldly.

"Th... they say you can't do that! Once a Pokémon is down, you can't do any damage to it unless it's back up..."

"Don't you say you'll do anything to join me? As an adventurer, if you can't get whoever's blocking you out by talking, you'll have to KILL it. But before you learn how to talk, you'll have to learn how to kill. I learnt this lesson the hard way. If you can't do it, now leave. I won't judge you." Clay elucidated.

"THAT'S CRUEL! You can't just do that! You can't just kill someone if it doesn't follow your desire..."

"Trust me, the adventurer's trip will get a LOT crueler than this. The world isn't as friendly as you think it is, Heather. Besides, that's just a wild Pokémon. Later on in the trip, you might have to kill someone you know..." Clay said without even a slight remorse.

Heather began to panic. "But this is just... it's just so... argh... Clay, I... I have a question. Is every adventurer like this? Are they all... heartless, like... you?"

"Not all of 'em. But those who aren't... they won't be able make it far... like me." Clay lowered his head, then he quickly rose up, readjusted his scarf.

"There's no other way? No other, less bloody way?" Heather sought an alternative.

"If you wanna join me, you HAVE to know this lesson, sooner or later. It's for your own good." Clay denied.

Heather gradually raised his leg and showed his claws. He was hesitating, fighting against his will. Clay glanced at the Torchic, sighed.

"Guess you're not worthy enough." He turned around and was about to leave him.

After a while of struggling, Heather closed his eyes and stabbed right through the Pidgey's chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He repeated as he slowly pulled his claws back out.

The Pidgey quickly lost its breath, then its heartbeat. "THERE! You happy now?!" He yelled, as he shook off the blood on his foot.

All of a sudden, his body started to light up. His body began to grow, change and alter.

Heather evolved, from a Torchic to a Combusken.

"Whou... what... happened?" He exclaimed, as he examined his new body.

"You evolved, dumbass. You'll eventually come to realise how important that lesson will be. C'mon, keep up." Clay continued his walk.

"What do you want now?" Heather inquired.

"Heh, register our team, idiot. Follow up, the night is coming." Clay said.

"AHH! Just... just give me a sec... I... I'll come right up!" He could not hide his excitement, yet he did not come straightaway.

Instead, he dug up a small hole, and slowly put the now dead Pidgey in, before closing it up. "I'm sorry... but I had to do it..." He then found a stone and put it on top. "Rest here..."

"Are you coming or what? The sun is setting!" Clay rushed him.

"A'ight! Coming!" Heather stood up and hurried over to his side.

......

"Guess my journey isn't over yet, huh..."

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violetbruise · 3 years

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Always Meet Your Heroes.

Mikhail, or Mickey for short was lounging around on his mothers luminescent pink sofa, the arms faded of the colour where Mickhail lay his head with his feet sprawled along the length of the small-ish two-seater. He glanced from the TV to the coffee table with the paper and a copy of the latest issued comic. Mickhail was bored on this particular sunny Saturday, while his mum was at work for the morning. As he was ten, he was allowed to be home on his own providing he didn't touch the stove, or give the cat a bath in his squirty foamed silly soap, or do anything much at all really besides watch the TV. It was school holidays and he wanted to be out playing and running about with the other kids on the estate. He sighed a big sigh and heaved himself upright. If it hadn't had been just the two of them, his mum and Mikhail would have been much happier he'd thought. Mikhail had always wanted a brother or a sister to boss around, or even a fatherly figure with whom he could share his interest in Marvel comics with, maybe even get to kick a ball around with for a bit. But it wasn't to be. The time seemed to tock by so exaggeratedly slowly - every shifting hand of each minute felt like an hour and an age to Mickhail, who by now was very hungry and darted into the kitchen amidst the huge gurgles and rumbles of his tummy. He got out a slightly chipped green porcelain bowl, which was almost as big as his entire face (and he was only a small little nipper) and began to pour out Cheerios piled right to the top of the bowl. The coolness of the fridge was pleasant as he opened the door to get the milk from within it. After popping it back, grabbing a teaspoon from the drying rack, and with his rather massive and almost flooding bowl of Cheerios and milk, Mickhail jumped back onto the sofa spilling milk from the sides of the bowl as he sat with a firm and solid thump. He polished off the bowl with what seemed like one big inhale, slurping the milk at the end. At least that had filled some time, he'd thought to himself. Outside he could hear the fun squeals of excitement and laughter and Mickhail got up towards the front bay window, where he could see a girl around his age with blonde hair in pigtails, sporting a bright orange hoodie with the letters G A P on the front, and Adidas striped joggers on. She was playing with a football with her slightly older brother adorning similar gear and had glasses on, who seemed to be allowing her to win. Mickhail groaned and started to feel upset that he had no one with whom he could just go out and play with. Moving back to the sofa he slumped himself beside the cat, but the cat was too busy indulging in a spot of cleaning its own paws to bother paying any attention to Mikhail and his company as he joined her on the sofa. 'Silly Nooms,' he said to the cat who was called Naomi. A scrawny looking black feline, she was quite fickle when it came to humans. She liked to mostly sleep or be by herself, it was mostly a bonus if Naomi allowed you to be in her company. Mickhail was now trying to pay attention to the TV again, however nothing that was on particularly interested him and he ended up nodding off slumped on the sofa. Mickey was now in what seemed to be a forest, but it felt more ethereal and enchanted. There were a few bolts of shimmering glitter here and there as he stepped and trod on broken branches with ever-blooming leaves on them still. And soon he was somewhere even less familiar, a bright incandescent light in front of him as he still continued padding forward with his feet. In his dream, Mickey stepped through the light and on the other side came out to a world which looked like the one he knew of outside his bay window. The playing field in the distance, the street with a whole number of houses stacked narrowly in a row. It was an odd feeling arising in Mickey's body, but Mickey was too busy to notice the stirrings of oddity as he was mesmerised by the figure approaching landing from up above in the sky. It was a sunny and baby blue sky, clear with the fresh hope of something fun to come. The figure was just an outline, blob-like but hurtling towards landing near the playing field. Mikhail picked up his pace to go and meet the blob-like mysterious figure as it came to land. It turned out that the figure was much larger up close. A well-built, toned and fantastic looking man with a chiselled jaw stood before Mickey intimidatingly towering above him with his chest proudly puffed. He even gave Mickey a wink and grinned, and Mickey swore that the man's teeth sparkled as he showed his pearly whites off. Mickey took a step backwards, and as he did so an oncoming red car honked at him. Before he knew it he was being swooped off his feet, several inches from the ground and carried to the side by this strange man. It wasn't until the car had safely moved on did the man place Mickey back gently onto the solid ground. Mickey felt nauseous and couldn't fathom what had just happened. 'Hi, Mickey,' the deep voice boomed from above him extending a muscular arm. Mickey now understanding the guy had just saved his life gave his hand to the man in what seemed to be an incredibly firm handshake. 'H--Hi' Mickey replied in a timid voice not quite being able to string any other words together, but still wondering how the mysterious man had saved his life some moments ago. Noticing the puzzled look on Mikhail's face, the man spoke and nonchalantly said 'You're probably wondering, my name's Daniel and I'm just a regular superhero here on these mean streets. I fight the good fight, with all my might. And I noticed you were in a spot of bother, so there I went again, saving the day.' Mickey thought the guy was so full of himself at this point, and could he really be a superhero - with a name as plain as Daniel and donning a pair of very tight jeans, a plain red t-shirt and a gold chain around his neck. Mickey gave him a chance to answer a question though, 'So uh... how did you know my name?' Daniel craned down to Mickey and double-tapped the side of his nose with a grin and a wink simultaneously. 'Ahh, that my boy, is a secret. Top superhero secret.. But, would you like to play a game of footie?' asked Daniel, producing a black and white ball in front of Mickey's bewildered eyes. 'S-s-sure,' Mickey replied apprehensively. He had wanted to stop being bored, and go and play outside after all. Who was Mickey to question the gift that had quite literally landed in front of him! Kicking the ball up and down the playing field, Mickey was having the time of his life as he zoomed the ball in between the makeshift goal posts. 'He shoots, he makes that ball right at the back of the net!!' yelled Daniel boisterously cheering his little friend on. They passed the ball to each other for a bit, and then Mickey gasping for breath landed bottom down upon the roughly cut grass. He took a minute or perhaps a few and realised that he felt a big bubble of joy emanating from within him, despite his wet and prickly bottom from the rough cut and slightly dewy grass. He felt more seen and acknowledged with Daniel than with anyone else in his life! Sure, his friends always liked to play Pokémon with him on the Nintendo DS but it wasn't the same as the feeling of fully being alive in the moment with another like this. He let out a small chuckle intended to be just for himself in his private realisation but it made Daniel grin, showing his polished and shiny teeth as he did so. 'Ah, it was a pleasure to have had this fun time with you Mickey,' Daniel exclaimed as he sat beside his little pal. 'I must be on my way now, though. Maybe we can catch up again soon? See what we can do about those front forward passes!' Mickey's face dropped into glumness as he realised he would be alone once more, and for who knows how long. 'Okay,' he sulked. 'When will we meet again?' Mickey asked in hope that it would be very very soon. 'Well how about tomorrow, I am always hovering around this playing field so you won't miss me when you're ready!' Mickey nodded and with that, there was a whoosh when Daniel flew up and away and Mickey was alone once more. In a flash, Mickhail was back on the pink sofa in the living room back home. At the same moment he'd returned dazed, Mickhail was awoken by his mother lightly shaking him and complaining about the ring of milk splashes on the sofa from where Mickhail had made the mess earlier and left it. 'Mikhail! What on earth?!' rumbled his mother, while Mickey wondered whether he'd just had a very pleasant dream or whether any of what he thought he'd experienced was in fact true. When getting up to gather a piece of kitchen towel to wipe up his mess, Mickhail glanced at the coffee table beside the sofa which had the latest edition of a local comic, pulled out from between the local newspaper his mother had probably left for him he'd thought. On the front cover was drawn a well-built man donning a pair of very tight jeans, a plain red t-shirt and a gold chain grinning and winking whilst simultaneously handing a couple of thieves with big bags of money to the police. Mickhail beamed a gigantic smile and remembered he was not alone while doing his mundane task. Or at any time, for that matter.

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No Pokeballs Allowed

Chapter 9: Golden Opportunity

“What’s wrong with my title?” Monty huffed, looking down at Squirtle with a hint of disdain. “I think it’s a fine title.”

“It’s inaccurate, distracting, and overall superfluous,” Squirtle responded.

“Inaccurate!” Monty huffed. “Excuse me!”

“...Well, it wouldn’t be every time, simply when I want to add a little bit of flair to my personage,” he said, crossing his arms with a haughty huff.

The Eevee let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, either you let go of the title, or I don't hire you."

"Is it really that important?" Monty's face fell. "I suppose I can prove my status as an Exploring Rescue Team Pokémon Captain Extraordinaire within the confines of a mission, outside of introductions," he conceded.

Squirtle smiled. "Alright, that's done and done. Now...we should probably get you on your first mission today, then. I'll pick one out, and accompany you on it." She turned around. "Coran, I'm going to be supervising the new recruit. Can you run a few errands while I'm gone?"

She was greeted with a slight groaning sound from around the corner, and eventually the Riolu poked his head out, looking blearily at Squirtle. He'd gotten a pretty bad headache about two hours or so after returning to the office after Faren Heights, and judging from the way he looked, it hadn't worn off yet. "...Yeah, what are they?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

"...You're a mess," Squirtle said flatly. "Forget it, get some sleep."

She was expecting a grunt of approval followed by his face quickly disappearing back into his room to get some coveted shut-eye. So she was taken off guard when he protested.

"No," he mumbled, getting to his feet. "No no, I...uh...I gotta do something today. I gotta...make up for...y'know. Punching you in the face. Twice."

Squirtle winced a bit at the memory, but shook it off. "That wasn't your fault, Coran." "Nnn," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm gonna do something today. Headache or no headache."

"Well...okay." She picked up a pencil and began to write on a slip of paper. "I'm mrrkn' rr lrst rrf thrngs-" she paused to spit out the pencil. "This is a list of things for you to buy at the Nuzlocke market. I'll leave you some Poké to get them. If you see something else we can use, it'd be good if you get that, too. The market changes often and I can't always be there." She paused, looking up as if to recall something. "Oh, yeah. Most of the stuff can be found at Banette's Bazaar. Shuppet's usually there, she can help you find what you need."

Coran stared at her blearily for a few moments, then nodded his head with a blank expression. "...Mm'kay."

Squirtle redirected her attention to Monty, getting up from her chair. "Alright, Monty, let's go pick out a mission for you." The two of them got up to head outside, leaving Coran to his own devices.

I have no idea what any of these things are, Coran noted sourly, looking at the note in his hand. That wasn't entirely true. He knew what apples were, and he had a basic understanding of what Orbs were, and what they did. Squirtle had bought a whole slew of them at that one shop before they'd left for Faren Heights. As far as he could remember they hadn't used any of them, though. But the rest of them...TMs? Reviver Seeds? Cheris? Pechas?

"Well," Coran supposed, "I guess that's what the Shuppet's for." He clutched the list in his paw, armed with the company bag to put his purchases in. He just had to find Banette's Bazaar, and use that as his one-stop shop. That was the one thing he had to do.

Unfortunately for him he was instantly distracted by a jewellery store right near the entrance of Nuzlocke. A snake-like Pokémon gave him a welcoming grin as Coran walked closer, eyeing the wares carefully. He currently had six thousand Poké at his disposal, which as far as he could tell was a lot.

"Hello, there, little Riolu," the dark green snake said with a silky voice, towering over the comparatively tiny Pokémon. "How may I help you today?"

"I'm just browsing," Coran answered, scanning the booth's shelves behind the snake. There were a lot of bracelets and necklaces, each embedded with strange jewels. "...What are those?"

"These are looplets and emeras," the Seviper informed him. "Very useful indeed for the wary adventurer..."

This piqued his interest. Squirtle did say that he should buy whatever could be useful to the group. "...Go on?"

"You wear these looplets somewhere on your body, like so." He raised his tail, showing a beautiful gleaming looplet fastened around it. "The emeras - these beautiful gems here - are attached to the slots - they fit right in. And depending on which ones you choose, you can gain all sorts of wonderful effects from them, such as increases in your strength, paralyzing your opponent, or automatically reviving an ally if they fall in battle."

Okay, this sounds really really good, Coran noted. "Okay, that sounds good...how much do they cost?"

"Ah, well, the emeras you find in your adventures. They wear off eventually, and while I can sell some to you for vanity's sake, they will not give you any effects. However, the looplets on the more premium side of the spectrum have many wonderful advantages. The one I am currently wearing sharply boosts your vitality, allowing me to take more hits should I be attacked."

Coran whistled. This was sounding better and better. "How much does that one cost?"

"Ah, this one is twelve thousand Poké."

He swore he heard the sound of shattering glass. "...That's twice the amount of what I have, and I still have to get groceries," Coran said, wincing.

"Ahh, I see, I see, you must spend responsibly!" The Seviper nodded in understanding. "I can offer you the plain model - a simple looplet. This will only run you twenty five hundred - less than half. That gives you thirty five hundred for the rest of your groceries."

Coran thought for a moment. "...Alright, that'll do. I'll take it."

The Seviper smiled and put a polished yet plain bracelet on the table. It only had three slots - Coran supposed that was where he was to put the emeras - but it looked really nice. He dug into his bag and took out the proper payment, setting it on the counter.

"Thank you for your business," the Seviper said cordially.

Coran nodded and fastened the looplet to his arm. "Thank you." He turned to leave, then stopped. "Oh, uh...do you think you could tell me where Banette's Bazaar is?"

"Ah, it's on this side of the street, seven stores down."

Coran nodded. "Thank you very much!" he said, giving the Seviper a friendly wave before walking off, feeling pretty darn good about himself.

Monty wasn't quite sure if he liked this mission yet. The rocky ground felt uncomfortable beneath his feet. It seemed to him as if he was out of place - like no one was supposed to be here.

A soft orange flicker danced on the moist walls of the mine entrance, shadows playing among the uneven surface. A soft musty breeze continually washed out of the arch into the fresh mountain air. A small box of unlit lanterns lay a few feet within the entrance - probably for Pokémon like them that wanted to venture inside without getting lost.

Monty looked at Squirtle with uncertainty painted across his face. "Er...do you know if we're allowed to be here?"

Squirtle shrugged. "That isn't my problem. If they ask us to do something, we waive any legal responsibility for our actions. That all goes to the commissioner."

This caused Monty to pause. "...Are you absolutely sure that's legal?"

"Nope, but it's worked so far," she replied, walking undaunted into the mine. "Come on, we don't have all day. I'd rather not head back to Nuzlocke in the dark."

Monty had been having trouble picking a first mission to tackle, so he had turned to Squirtle for some assistance on the matter. He could have sworn she simply took the first one she happened to look at - it could have been a death-defying ask for all she knew! But all this randomly picked mission turned out to be was a request to fetch a couple of lost pickaxes from within a mine.

"It's already been sucked dry far as we can imagine," the Rhydon that had posted the mission had informed them. "No bother lookin' for any gold in there. Though any that'cha find you can keep. Prob'ly means you're a better miner than any 'f us." He'd let out a wheezing chuckle at that. "You'll find 'em in the inner hub. Biiig room, gotta elevator t'wards the lower parts. Wouldn't recommend goin' down there though."

Now, as Monty clutched a lantern in his hand, he began to ask himself why the Rhydon hadn't gone inside and gotten the pickaxes himself. It didn't seem like too hard a task, so why was he getting him to do it?

This doesn't matter, he reminded himself. I am a Exploring Rescue Team Pokémon Captain Extraordinaire! No silly mine can frighten me!

With newly found resolve, Monty steeled himself and followed dutifully after Squirtle.

The air inside the mine was dank and musty, having an almost ancient smell to it. The scent was so thick that Monty could taste it. Though the reader should of course note that Monty is in fact a snake and therefore it would be much easier for him to taste the air than it would be for any other species. The light from his handheld lantern flickered and danced along, casting eerie shadows along the damp walls. A shiver coursed down Monty's spine, and he stole a look at Squirtle. It was obvious that the damp atmosphere of the mine was bothering her rather thick fur.

"Are you holding up alright, miss Squirtle?" Monty asked, turning to her to try and distract himself from the atmosphere of the tunnels.

Squirtle gave a nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?"

"Peachy," Monty replied. "Err...this mine. It's uninhabited, yes? We won't be fighting."

"Can't guarantee that," Squirtle said, focusing ahead of her.

Monty gulped. "...Right." He looked behind him for a moment, and frowned. These tunnels seemed like they'd be easy to lose oneself in, he noted. Digging into his bag, he took out a parchment of paper and some charcoal fashioned into a sort of writing implement. Monty began to jot down lines and curves based on his memory of the path they'd taken so far. The scratching caused Squirtle's ears to twitch, and she looked up at Monty with a questioning glance.

"...Just marking some things down," Monty said. "In case we get lost."

Squirtle sniffed a little, rolling her eyes. "We won't get lost."

"Can't guarantee that," Monty retorted with a little smile. It dissipated with a withering stare from Squirtle, however.

They continued on in silence for a while, with only ambience from the mine and the scrawling of the pen to accompany them. Eventually, however, another light began to accompany their voyage, at the other side of the tunnel.

"That must be the chamber the Rhydon mentioned," Monty murmured. "That's where the pickaxes are, yes?"

"That's what he said," Squirtle affirmed. "Why don't you go in there and get them?"

"E-eh?" Monty stared at her for a few moments, aghast. "Why me?"

Squirtle gave him a little smile. "Because you're the one that's on trial here."

"That is a fair point," Monty sighed, slowly creeping past the small wooden archway leading into the soaring room.

Coran was feeling more than a little proud of himself. He still had one thousand Poké to spend, which STILL sounded like a lot, and he'd gotten a whole slew of berries and stuff that shop vendors assured him were super useful for people in his kind of career. Plus they smelled really good and he kind of ate one or two or five and he could verify that they were delicious and he didn't regret any of his purchases.

Finally, he arrived at the familiar booth advertised as 'Banette's Bazaar', near the end of the street. But hey, that was fine! It'd be his final stop of the day, he'd head back home, and sleep until Squirtle and Monty came back, have dinner, then sleep again. This was going to be a good day.

"Hey, Shuppet!" Coran called, waving as he approached the booth.

Shuppet appeared at the front, blinking tiredly. Though her expression brightened as she recognized him. "Oh! Coran, hey. Where's Squirtle?"

Coran jerked his head over towards the direction of the business. "She's off training a new recruit. Do you know him? Monty?"

Shuppet looked up in thought, pursing her lips. "...I think so, yeah. The guy that hangs out with Marvin a lot?"

"Okay I don't know Marvin."

She shook her head. "Breloom. Not important. Anyways, what can I do you for?"

"I've got a list." Coran slapped the sheet of paper Squirtle had made down onto the counter. Shuppet narrowed her eyes and looked at it scrutinizingly. "...Yep, that's Squirtle's writing. Alright, gimme a sec..." A pencil floated over to the paper, and Shuppet began writing down some numbers.

"Hey, um, by the way..." Coran said. "...I've noticed that you go by 'Shuppet', but most Pokémon go by personal names. Why do you only go by your species name?"

Shuppet looked up at him. "That's...kind of a weird question."

Oh shoot. Coran's mind flew into a panic. That was a REALLY obvious question.

"It's just a personal choice, for me anyway," Shuppet said, looking back down at the paper. "My brother too. "No big dramatic reason or anything."

That was close.

"Anyways, your total comes to two thousand four hundred Poké. I'll start getting the items." As Shuppet turned around and retreated into the booth, Coran once again swore he heard the sound of shattering glass. She said two thousand four hundred. He was one thousand four hundred short. What was he going to do?!

"Uh...Shuppet?" Coran called. "I've...got a problem."

"What is it?" Shuppet called from the back of the store. "Don't worry about the weirder stuff on the list, Squirtle gets the same kinds of things every month. I know what they are."

"Uh...that's not it."

Shuppet came back with a bag floating beside her. She set it down on the counter. "We still don't have any orbs, so that's two hundred off your total."

"..." Coran gulped. "Any way I can get one thousand six hundred off?"

Shuppet raised an eyebrow. "By cutting this bag in half, yeah. Why?"

Licking his dry lips awkwardly, Coran reached into the bag Squirtle had lent him and laid out the money that he had.

"...You only have eight hundred Poké?"

"E-eight hundred?! I thought I had a thousand!" Coran tugged at his ears in horror.

"Why would Squirtle only give you eight hundred Poké for all this? That doesn't even come close."

Coran gulped. "Uh...she gave me six thousand."

The silence was deafening.

His footsteps had gotten exponentially louder since he'd made his way into this inner sanctum. It was dimly lit with lanterns lining the walls, with a few more near the center of the room. Monty brought his head up to look at the ceiling, his eyes tracing the soaring rock high above him. He was no expert, but it seemed sturdy enough. Perhaps he would be safe? There were a few other arches that led into other parts of the mine, but he decided not to busy himself with those. He was here for one purpose and one purpose only - finding those tools. Monty took a deep breath, and steeled himself. This was his first real mission as part of a real firm. He would succeed with both flair and style. Or as much flair and style as one can have when they're carrying a bunch of rusty mining tools.

Squirtle padded into the room after him, whistling softly. The sound echoed off the walls in an eerie sort of way, causing Monty to jump and turn around to face her. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"...Whistling," Squirtle said, giving him a confused look. "Why, am I not allowed to?"

"Well..." Monty crossed his arms. "...I suppose it's alright, you just sort of...ruined the atmosphere."

Squirtle laughed a little. "Sorry," she replied, looking around the room as Monty took out his paper and began walking along the perimeter of the room, watching the walls carefully. Monty stuck his tongue out as he sketched the outline of the room, wanting to keep it as accurate as possible, in case he ever needed to come back here.

"Have you found the tools yet?"

This caused him to freeze in his tracks. Right. Tools. He was here for those. He stuffed his paper into the bag, and looked around the room, walking along the center. "...I don't see them," he responded with a frown, scouring the center of the room - he'd already looked at most of the edge already. "Erm, Squirtle?" he mumbled. "Don't you feel as if something is missing from this room?"

"Yeah, the tools," Squirtle agreed. "Rhydon said for sure that they'd be here."

"No," Monty mumbled, shaking his head. He looked around the chamber once again. The lights of the lanterns seemed to glint differently from the ones they had been holding. Perhaps this was because they were still, and not being moved by the motion of walking. He could see clear across the room towards Squirtle with nothing blocking his vision from the two or three other doorways to the other parts of the mine.

A swift realization smacked into Monty's head.

"I don't think things are quite right, Squirtle," Monty said, his heart sinking into his chest. "There's no elevator here."

"Why does that matter?" Squirtle asked. "We're looking for tools, not an elevator."

"Do you not remember what Rhydon said about where we'd find the tools? How he described the inner chamber? There was supposed to be an elevator here. Do you see one?"

Squirtle's walking slowed. "...No."

She wasn't afraid to admit it. That had completely slipped past her notice.

Of course she'd never admit it out loud, but she wasn't afraid to admit it to herself. Silently. In her head.

Okay, so now what? They were in the wrong room. But there hadn't been any branching paths that she'd noticed on the way down here, and Rhydon had told them it'd be a straight shot. Were they in the wrong mine....?

No, this was the one, Squirtle was sure of it. She wouldn't have made a mistake as simple as that. Her eyes went to the three doors that were in this room. Perhaps the inner chamber was past one of those. She began to walk towards one of them, her brow furrowed. She was halted, however, by Monty's voice.

"Where are you going?" he called.

"Deeper into the mine. The place Rhydon described must be through one of these."

"...I don't think so," Monty retorted, sounding rather unimpressed.

Squirtle turned around, giving him another glare. "Who's the experienced one here?" she said, stamping the ground for emphasis.

Monty took out his map, and stared at it for a few moments. "...That's the door we came in from."

Squirtle stiffened, swivelling on her paws to stare at the door. "...No it's not."

"Yes, it is," Monty said, walking towards her. "See?" He placed the map he'd made down on the ground in front of her. Squirtle looked down at it and squinted. It was hard to see in the light, but as she looked up and referenced bends of the wall to the map, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Monty was right.

"...You passed the test," she said suddenly.

Monty picked up the map and looked at her in surprise. "Test?"

"Yeah. I was testing your ability as a navigator. You passed."

Monty clapped his hands together in excitement, and put his map back in his bag. "Oh, wonderful!"

"Don't celebrate yet, though!" Squirtle said chidingly, looking up at him. "We still have to find those tools, or else the whole mission's moot."

"...Actually, I noticed something as I looked at the center of the room," Monty said, walking back towards it. He pointed at the ground.

There was some sort of disturbance in a square-ish area in the dirt floor. Most of the ground was more or less uniform, but it was quite bumpy and soft here in the middle of the room. "...Do you think that perhaps...this is the room we were looking for?"

The room began to rumble ever so slightly.

Monty started, looking up. "...I'm sure that the ceiling won't collapse...it looks sturdy!" Another rumble. But this time Squirtle could feel where it was coming from. And it wasn't the ceiling.

"...We should probably get out of this room," Squirtle said. "Like, right now."

Coran laid his head on the counter of the booth, groaning as he tugged at his ears again. This was the most humiliating day of his life.

He heard a soft thump beside him. "This is the best I can get you for what you have," Shuppet said. He could hear from the tone that she was smiling, but it was more one of pity than anything else.

"Ughh..." Coran groaned, and looked at the bag slung across his shoulder. All these baubles. He should have known they'd be way too expensive. He dug his paw into it and shuffled the contents around, soft metallic clangs coming from inside.

Suddenly something clicked.

"Hey..." Coran lifted his head up to look at Shuppet. "Maybe I could sell some of this stuff to you? Do you guys do that?"

"Well..." Shuppet looked away for a moment. "I really feel like Banette's the one who decides that, but...you don't really have the time to wait for him, do you?" Coran shook his head emphatically, folding his paws together. "Please please please, I will owe you so hard if you do this for me."

Shuppet closed her eyes for a few moments, then nodded. "Okay, fine. I'll see what I can do. What do you have?"

Coran took his bag and dumped it all on the counter, spreading it out so that Shuppet could see all of it. He looked up at her, expecting to see a face of amazement.

He wouldn't really describe it as amazement.

"You spent that much money...on this?"

At least it was some form of surprise, and that counted for something, right?

"...How bad is it?" Coran groaned, putting his paw to his face again.

Shuppet took a deep breath. "Let's put it this way. I know exactly who you bought these from." She paused a moment. "And also that you're a huge sucker."

"I-I'm not a sucker!" Coran protested.

Shuppet scanned the pile, shaking her head slowly. Then she lifted her gaze to his arm. "...What are you wearing?"

Coran's eyes snapped to the golden brace on his arm. Oh no. No, no, not this. This couldn't be useless. This was his first purchase! Like, ever! At least as far as his memory was concerned. This could NOT be a useless item!

"...U-uh...the Seviper called it a looplet?"

"You bought a looplet."

"Yes."

"How much did it cost?"

"...Two thousand five hundred?"

"Oh, Arceus," Shuppet sighed. "Coran, that thing is useless here. It's the plain model." "But he said that I could find emeras if I went exploring!" Coran protested, pointing at the slots. "He said that I could put them in this thing and they'd give me special effects! He wasn't lying, was he?"

"Well, no, he wasn't lying," Shuppet said carefully. "But emeras don't appear anymore. At least not here. If you wanted to get any use out of that thing other than as simple jewellery, you'd have to travel across the ocean to the continents waaaay west of here." Coran's head was starting to hurt from the amount of times he'd slammed it against the counter.

"And the rest of this stuff...it's mostly gimmicks. I don't think I can do anything for you, about this, Coran. I can't buy any of this stuff."

Bang bang bang bang

"...W-well, look on the bright side! At least Squirtle will never make you go shopping again!"

Bang

Coran had a headache again.

It was hard to read a map by lamplight. The candle inside flickered and danced as it always did, skewing the sketchy shapes on the paper and making the lines that detailed chambers, hallways, entries, and exits hard to distinguish.

It was even harder to read a map by lamplight when you're sprinting down a tunnel with the floor behind you crumbling into darkness.

"I-it should be a straight shot back up!" Monty called, following Squirtle through the darkness. It was obvious to him that she was running as quickly as her little legs could carry her, but if the cracks and sounds of disintegration behind them were any indication, the floor didn't seem to care whether Squirtle could run fast or not.

He knew what he had to do. He also knew that Squirtle would not be happy with it in the slightest.

He also also knew that Squirtle couldn't be happy if she was dead.

Monty extended his two vines towards the little fox Pokémon, swiftly wrapping them around her waist. Before she had a chance to react, Monty lifted her a few inches off the ground. He strained with the effort - it was always harder to lift something the heavier...e-er, further away it was from him - but he managed to bring her close enough to negate most of the weight for now. Unfortunately he couldn't negate her protests.

"Monty!!" she screamed, squirming in his grasp. "What are you doing?! Put me down, you're going to get us both killed!!"

Monty steeled himself, ignoring her for now. He put his head down, and began to sprint out of the narrow tunnel. Something about this felt innately natural to him as he weaved through the pathways. The sounds of the ground, his footsteps, even the crackling fire seemed to fade from his mind as he dashed back upwards to the surface. His eyes squinted in reaction as he saw a light in front of him. Eliciting a gasp, he brought his entire upper body almost parallel to the ground and made one last physical push towards the open air.

Twenty seconds later he and Squirtle were collapsed on the mountain ground, Monty gasping for air as he futilely tried to refill his lungs so that they would stop driving tiny microscopic daggers into the rest of his chest. There was a subtle quaking beneath him, but as far as he could figure, he and Squirtle were both safe.

"...Thank you," Squirtle said, shakily bringing herself to her feet. "I'm...not that fast of a runner. Or a very good navigator. So...that was good. What you did there."

Monty sat up, wincing as he held his chest. "I was only doing what needed to be done. No need to thank me, Squirtle," he replied, giving her a small smile.

Squirtle shook her head. "Don't downplay yourself. If you weren't here...well, I'd probably still be alive, and I'm a good enough digger to get out myself if I were caved in...but I'd be out for at least a day or two, and...I think this is a way better option."

Monty gave a slow nod, still winded. "...Though I suppose we failed the mission, hmm?" Monty panted. "We...we were unable to retrieve the tools."

Squirtle shook her head. "Don't let that beat you up. You did a really good job in there." She dug into her bag, and set a sitrus berry in front of Monty. "When you're feeling better we'll head back."

Coran was pretty sure with all this pacing he was going to wear a trench into the interior of his home. His eyes glanced nervously every fifteen seconds or so towards the front entrance, expecting Squirtle and Monty to come gallivanting through at any moment. His paw idly fiddled with the looplet around his arm - he had decided to keep it. It looked good, and he figured he should have something to show for this trip. Other than what little he could get from the list Squirtle gave him. Though perhaps he should take it off for now. Wearing jewellery he'd purchased with Squirtle's funds probably wouldn't give her the best impression about what he'd been up to. He began to tug it off of his paw, right as he heard Squirtle and Monty talking outside.

"...I still can't get over that. Why even send us on the mission?"

"Well, we were still paid, yes? Doesn't that validate the job in and of itself?"

oh no

Coran frantically yanked the bracelet off and chucked it into the back wall, near his room. It made a metallic clink and rolled past the partition to his room, thankfully out of sight.

Squirtle walked into the door first, sliding her bag off of her shoulder. "Hey, Coran. How'd your day go?"

".....Gooood," Coran said, drawling the word out. "Yours?"

Squirtle rolled her eyes. "We were supposed to get these tools from a mine, but turns out one of their workers had gotten them already and they just didn't know. We were still paid, but...I dunno, stuff like that annoys me. You got the groceries?"

"...M-hm." Coran tried his best not to make his voice crack. He nodded towards the table in the main room, where a rather small bag was sitting. "All in there."

Squirtle stared at it for a few moments, causing Coran to break into a cold sweat. She knew. Oh, God, she knew.

"That's, uh..." She turned her head to look at him. "That's pretty small."

"...M-hm," Coran agreed, slowly walking backwards.

"Do you have any change?"

"...Mm-mm."

"Are there any other bags?"

Okay. Yes, there was. There was another bag in Coran's room filled to the brim with useless trinkets but there was no way in hell he was showing her that.

".........Mm-mm."

Squirtle, by this time, had opened the bag. She began to look through it, saying absolutely nothing.

It was at this moment Monty joined the two of them in the room, rubbing the top of his head with his hand. "It's begun raining outside. Might turn rather frightful within the hour..."

"You can stay in the living room if you don't want to go home," Squirtle offered.

"Oh, no, no," Monty retorted, holding up a hand. "I enjoy the rain. And even if I didn't, I would never dream of imposing."

"Coran, could you put the flood guard at the entrance?" Squirtle asked. "And while you're doing that you can tell me why Shuppet raised her prices for eight hundred Poké's worth of groceries to six thousand Poké."

Coran grimaced and let out a long sigh, picking up a heavy sack and hoisting it over his shoulder. He began to trudge towards the entrance, and laid it down in front to block any rain water from coming in. As he did, however, he noticed a shadow on the ground. He looked up...

"...Squirtle?" he called. "......There's someone at the door."

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hishotandhaywireheart · 7 years

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Survey from Esther~

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Janina Gavankar - Don't Look Down The Irrepressibles - Two Men In Love The Irrepressibles - The Arrow Flor - Warm Blood Shearwater - Animal Life Bastille - Laura Palmer 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I'm overwhelmed by this question and can't pick a single answer, sorry lol. This is like asking me what my favorite Pokémon is. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. I'm in a dog boarding facility's kitchen at the moment, no books in sight, I'm afraid. But I am reading the first book of the Raven Cycle series in audio form, if that helps 4: What do you think about most? What a question. Art? Animals? 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? It's my boyfriend saying he's going to sleep :3 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? *Gamagoori voice* I sleep in the nude 7: What’s your strangest talent? Even though I am not a smoker [unless you count a couple of hookahs per year], I can tell the brand of a cigarette by the smell of the smoke. The smell on someone's clothes, I know immediately what brand it is. Mixture of childhood exposure, sensory sensitivity, and the jobs I've worked lol. 8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls are powerful. Boys are powerful. 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? I dunno. Maybe? 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? Uhh. Not a thing that occurs to me to do, to be honest lol 11: Do you have any strange phobias? Big phobia of hypodermic needles, or generally anything like a splinter, tiny shard of glass or hook getting underneath my skin. Phobic of getting pregnant. I guess those are weird. 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Uhhh probably? 13: What’s your religion? What a complicated question lol. Simple answer: I'm pagan. But there is literally nothing simple about my endless thoughts about spirituality 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Taking a walk in the woods, or sitting by a stream or body of water [water sources are especially sacred parts of nature for me] 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both. But I love taking photos and nobody really takes any photos of me. So I guess behind. Especially when it's behind a Polaroid. 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Shearwater. Honorable mention to the Irrepressibles. 17: What was the last lie you told? Fuck if I know 18: Do you believe in karma? Not really. But as always I believe in the awesome power of the brain. 19: What does your URL mean? It's my name with "Irrepressible" after it, in the style of Jamie Irrepressible, the vocalist of, well, you can probably guess which band. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness - I'm extremely prone to gaslighting and self doubt about my own reality. Strength - I might not be a fan of abrupt change, but I am very adaptable, given time to adjust. 21: Who is your celebrity crush? None 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No, sadly. Remember what I said about my irrational fear of stepping on hooks or sharp objects? Interferes with my sacred need to swim in every lake I see. 23: How do you vent your anger? Ideally, art. Drawing, writing, even recording myself ranting to my microphone about it. 24: Do you have a collection of anything? I collect retro Pokémon merchandise and certain old video games. :> this makes me sound like a massive genwunner but rest assured, it's just an Aesthetic™ 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Text, to be honest. Us auties generally do better communicating in text based media. Skype calls are useful at times but I've always found them too awkward with delays and such to use reliably. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Hmmm. Tentatively, yes? 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Sound I hate: male voices shouting. Sound I love: music bouncing off walls and becoming ethereal and far away. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”? What if I don't understand what this question is asking me? 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, no. I talk about them a lot though because the idea of them is dear and important to me, but literally, no, I have no belief in some vaporized version of your personality that goes on after death. Aliens, I assume are a matter of inevitability. But I don't believe we will probably ever find or meet them in the foreseeable future. Humans think they are much more fascinating than they actually are. Aliens are not crawling all over themselves to build technology just to come fly over to our house and meet us. Sry 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Air both times lol 31: Smell the air. What do you smell? The heat coming on at work because morning is here. Faint dog poop smell. Gonna have to tidy that up lol 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? Buttfuck nowhere, West Virginia 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast, if we're talking america 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? I don't have an opposite gender 35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To create something meaningful and beautiful, and to enjoy myself to the fullest while helping others whenever possible 36: Define Art. If it makes you think about whether or not it's art, then it's art. 37: Do you believe in luck? Uhh. Like as an actual outside force that decides whether good or bad stuff will happen to me, no. 38: What’s the weather like right now? Coldddd 39: What time is it? 6 am. Time to get off work! 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes, I drive, don't love it but glad I am able. No, but I did run over a bin once 41: What was the last book you read? A book about the history of heterosexuality as a concept, fascinating read actually 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? As a kid I liked it but it's kinda gross now 43: Do you have any nicknames? Many 44: What was the last film you saw? Can't remember a film rn but I am currently watching The Story Of Film which I CANNOT recommend enough, it is a documentary series about, well, the history of cinema and even if you don't care about movie making... It will absorb you completely and make you not only care but be totally fascinated. I adore it. 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? You know, I've been really lucky. Never broken bone or needed stitches or even like, been to the hospital, lol. I think I chipped my shin bone on a brick stair once. And a couple years ago I missed a stair going down and sprained my ankle, and my work refused to let me spend any time off my feet so I was crying from pain in front of customers lol. But it healed fast once I had a brace. No problem. 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? I dunno. I was taught as a child that if you touch their wing dust even a little, they will lose their flight and die. So probably I haven't. Even though I now know this isn't quite true. 47: Do you have any obsessions right now? The Story of Film, some bands, getting sucked back deep into my lifelong love Pokémon again lol 48: What’s your sexual orientation? Pansexual, or: Why Are Gender And Genital Shape Our Main Social Indicator Of Romantic Or Sexual Preferences, Of All Things, That's Really Weird And I Can't Relate, Please Save Me From This Bizarro World 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Oh yes, plenty back in school 50: Do you believe in magic? Ahh. I believe in the power of will. I believe in the ability to make your own life full of magic via willpower. I believe in the harmless use of willpower to try and cause a change in your environment. I believe the force exercised by children known dismissively as "imagination" have incredible power to influence the mind and soul. I have no belief in a metaphysical force in the universe called "magic" that could describe basically anything and everything unknown to current science. If you ask me flat-out, I will say yes, I believe in magic. But this is more of what I mean. I don't believe in "magic", except that I do. Adamantly. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? I do not tend to forget. Forgive is a matter of situation. But I don't forget. And I am quite the talented ice prince when it comes to freezing someone entirely out of my life. This includes immediate family. I only speak to my little sister out of my entire family. 52: What is your astrological sign? Taurus-Gemini cusp! 53: Do you save money or spend it? Spend :T 54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Bread, milk and a couple very cheap, very pink, very glittery nail polishes. My weakness. 55: Love or lust? Yes. 56: In a relationship? Yep 57: How many relationships have you had? Uhh... Many? Serious, deep romantic relationships, which I suspect is your real question: three. 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope 59: Where were you yesterday? Home, and briefly out at the store. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My nails are pink and glittery. 61: Are you wearing socks right now? Yep. I wear two pairs to work because my super comfy work shoes are just the tiniest bit too big. 62: What’s your favourite animal? You asked the impossible question. Today, your answer is: praying mantis. Specifically praying mantis godmothers. Ask me again in two hours for an entirely different answer. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Sorry, too socially awkward for this prompt 64: Where is your best friend? In bed, it is very late and/or early. 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. Don't really have favorites? Just people and stuff I like. 66: What is your heritage? Whitey white. Scots Irish, English, a bit of German, and like everything else you can expect from a family that's been in America about as long as a white devil could possibly be. My mother is a hobbyist genealogist, so this isn't just typical white folks bullshit, I'm vaguely more educated on my roots. I am in fact a distant cousin of notable American politician of the 19th century, Henry Clay. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Playing Pokémon Blue! Beating the game for literally the first time ever! 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Uh. Um. Oh god, I don't know lmao 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes, everyone has, normalize it 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Hmmm. Yes. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Lose my job bitches, and maybe hope to go viral and boost my chances of getting a new job for doing this thing lol 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A-Maybe. At least a few people. B-Travel, make good art, write my will, get my affairs in order. C- Yes, for a while. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust obvs 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Many. First one that comes to mind is Empire by Jukebox the Ghost 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Nope 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Being best friends and trying to understand one another and willing to be open and honest, no ego in the way 77: How can I win your heart? Buy me sushi. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? To not have children. 80: What size shoes do you wear? American size seven in men's, nine in women's. Sometimes half a size up or down. 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? No idea. I should get thinking on that. 82: What is your favourite word? Don't really have one favorite tbh 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Glowing lights, core imagery 84: What is a saying you say a lot? Hell yeah 85: What’s the last song you listened to? Maxiimo Park - Going Missing 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Long story short: indigo. 87: What is your current desktop picture? Some Pokémon, I forget which. 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? A random white supremacist, maybe, but honestly, I probably wouldn't press it 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? No idea rn 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? I'd be quite disturbed because I cut my teeth on Ocarina of Time and was very creeped out by ReDeads 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Shapeshifting. Always my answer. Covers being an animal, or being a child, or flying, or swimming. 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? First thought is a marching band performance from high school. Second thought is back in that car in the vast moonlit Utah desert. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Bad math teachers. Gave me a complex about math and didn't improve me as a person in any way like most of the others did. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? No interest 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Japan motherfuckers 96: Do you have any relatives in jail? Not that I'm aware of but I couldn't care less tbh 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? If I have, I must have been very small. 98: Ever been on a plane? Yep, just twice. 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? If they actually absorbed what I had to say? Love yourselves. Love each other. Endeavor to understand each other. Try to figure out what you were taught wrong about yourself and your fellow humans, and unlearn those things. Embrace humanity in all its diversity. Open up and be vulnerable.

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Yes, Honedge!

Something i'd like to point out about its face:

It doesn't have a goofy face, the holes in the scabbard just make it look that way. In reality, it just has a single eye.

With that in mind, could you please do a version without the scabbard?

iiii figured this was common knowledge enough to not warrant an additional form, but alright:

some of the guard disappeared but it's okay. i never even saw that part of the scabbard as a face—the blue eye is very obviously an eye. i don't know if anyone actually thought that was its face. however, i do find it interesting that even after removing the scabbard textures, it still has textures for that "face" remaining:

which implies it's a face more than anything i've seen of the matter before this point

anyway there's so many asks in the box right now so let's just go through all of them:

in order from oldest to newest, here we go:

this is true. most of the models are shiny, unless they have a "colladamax" variant

ahh it's fine. i considered it might have been a request but i also doubted it considering pangoro was literally next so i assumed you were just excited. me complaining about requests was unrelated—another ask i got around the same time

well then maybe it's not a bad thing. you certainly phrased it like one, it seems, but that might just be unfortunate connotations with the way you said it? glad we could clear up the confusion i guess

we do need more snakes, but i also like the bipedal pokémon, as a furry. back when everyone was begging sprigatito not to stand up, i saw through their thinly-veiled furry hate and was begging sprigatito to go against the grain and stand up anyway. and then they did and now meowscarada is one of my favorite pokémon. get fucked, normies (i am sorry for saying this)

↑ i didn't know this until i looked it up! this is interesting. stuff like the male version learning misty terrain but the female version learning more type coverage. this is very strange but i like it. only girls can use magical leaf and charge beam sorry boys

thank you! i can explain it. it is because pokémon are getting very close and staring at you as for the inspiration for this blog, it was mostly snivy. i remember one day thinking that snivy's big nose would make it look very silly from the front, and being like "damn. someone should compile a list of what every pokémon looks like from the front. damn. that would make a good tumblr blog bc some of those would be really funny. damn. i should do that" and then i did. but that was back in 2020—pretty soon after i ended up starting college which didn't allot me a lot of time for updating this blog, and although i kept swearing i'd go back, somewhat soon after that i went through a breakup and just wanted to take a while for myself. a bit after that, tumblr user sewatari reblogged one of the posts on this blog again (the weedle post, i believe?) and singlehandedly revived this blog by reminding me that they still cared about it. and that's fucking awesome?? tbh?? so thank them for this blog's continued existence. if you scroll waaaayyyy back far enough in the archive, you'll probably see that miniature saga. the images back from the first gen and onwards were a little bit icky as i got grips on how to actually go about this blog and manipulate the models in the right way to get them to work, which is why i can never really recommend folks scroll all the way back in the blog, but it's a look back into my own personal history, i suppose

apologies for breaking the magic, although i don't think anyone keeps up with the "i am a pokémon taking real live pictures of other pokémon with the camera right in their face" lore because no one pays attention to the backgrounds of the images (which used to change much more than they do now, but that's just because no one ever noticed or pointed them out. the background is not the focus of the image—it's the pokémon itself; thus, why look at the background? staging the pokémon in a setting used to be important to me, but now i don't worry about it and cycle between the same few backgrounds) or the asks, really. it's the commentary in the tags everyone comes here for, of course

she's a fully-grown woman with a house

then you'll love the top of this post

they probably wouldn't think it looks like anything because they aren't familiar with what honedge looks like so they would just picture nothing in their head. or they would just make up what they Think honedge might look like based on its name, or something, and then imagine that front-facing

i don't know which one of these is the real one. but we have some discrepancy here. also apparently this is a wider-spread belief than i thought

OKAY. i think that's all of them. if you read all the way here to the end, that's. powerful. for those of you who stuck around this long, i'm live right now with a test stream having some breakfast and playing pokémon. come join in, if you're bored this morning!

edit: it's over but i'll probably do it again some time, more likely at a more reasonable hour next time. considering the idea of doing a fully voiced pmd series—perhaps that'll be the next stream. or i'll leave another test one for it. who knows!

#not pkmn #nose ratings #extremely long post under the cut #i missed a few days of these so you're getting them ALL at once #the test stream probably won't be anything interesting btw. so you're not missing out if you don't show up #probably. who knows what i'll do. maybe i'll queue up the next set of pokémon live on camera. or maybe i'll fail at some tera raids #or maybe i'll find a random full-odds shiny in sv. or i'll go shiny hunting or something. y'never know!!#also fun fact apparently if you edit a tumblr post with a readmore‚ it moves the readmore down every time you edit it #why? no idea

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aramat-mayhem-hub · 6 years

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Pokeverse: Button Mechanic

Because this is one of those verses that is going to cover all the muses in various different ways. But there are technically going to be two variations on this concept, depending on how the threads are set up...

Also who doesn’t like Pokémon aus? Come on!

So first off, let’s talk about Aothur’s version of things. Both variations... not that it really matters too much. The only variations between the two Pokeverse aus are whether it’s in the actual Pokémon world, or Pokémon just kind of exist in their regular world because... Well just because.

Pokeverse: Aothur

First off, I’m going to list out his Pokémon, and then explain the choices of them, since I really do love doing that! Since there actually is typically a reason behind a choice, and sometimes those reasons are just as important as the pokémon themselves you know... So you guys ready? Okay, well here’s his team!

Dedenne(technically Galaham turned into one)

Rotom

Kirlia

Banette

Galvantula

Buizel(shiny)

Alright, see those six... Remember those six, because it is time to explain them.

Dedenne: The most obvious one first, Dedenne I mean sheesh, since Dedenne is one of the only pokémon that might have been based off of a hamster(although the design also takes inspiration from the Japanese dormouse and gerbils) I kind of had to give him one. Especailly since seriously. Seriously, had to keep Galaham there somehow. So technically the Dedenne I gave him is just the Galaham of his world.

And yes, due to familiar rules, he can talk.

That and well, Aothur needs someone who can respond to him... But also, there are a few other reasons I selected dedenne for this. For one thing, just go and have a look at how adorable dedenne is. A round small pokémon with big ears and a long tail! Those cute little radar style whiskers... just gosh...

Also there is the typing to take into consideration, I just love that dedenne is an electric/fairy type pokémon especially since that is something that fits, because Aothur is a mechanic, who goes off hunting down the paranormal... which includes the fair folk. Whether they be mischievous or not... It’s just fitting.

Also because I like having this stuff for a reference, I would say the ability is Pickup and the Move Set is Nuzzle, Thunderbolt, Thief and Protect...

The reasoning behind the move set and ability is just... well eh. Not really that fazed about explaining. But I’m sure a cute Dedenne as Galaham makes perfect sense.

Rotom: Because honestly, rotom isn’t a legendary pokémon and that’s my one real rule for these kinds of things... but also, we all know rotom. The mischievous electric/ghost pokémon that possesses people’s appliances and makes them go a bit wild. I mean seriously, rotom is just... the most fitting pokémon... I mean, even including the whole Rotomdex thing...

But anyway, do I really need to explain this one to you guys? We all know rotom, and we know why it’s a fitting pokémon. A pokémon that is more or less pure energy held together, and that loves to mess around with electrical equipment but can be occasionally helpful... Yes please.

It’s only ability is levitate and well, as for the move set well; Electro Ball, Ominous Wind, Swagger, and Sleep Talk

Because you know what, yes.

Kirlia: Because Aothur is a big baby who feels a lot of things... Okay, but seriously. Seriously, why would I pick a kirlia of all pokémon to give to him? Because well, here’s the thing. Kirlia are really sensitive pokémon, and honestly, they’re pokémon who are emotion driven, and care a lot for those who care for them. Basically, kirlia is his support pokémon really, along with Galaham the dedenne. But you know...

There has to be more of a point to it than that... so let’s talk about it. Kirlia is literally called the Emotion Pokémon it dances when it’s trainer is happy, and it’s also a pokémon with the power to peer into the future and see what may be coming. It’s a sensitive pokémon, it dances when happy, and gets sad when those around it are sad, it’s also a pokémon that gets more beautiful when loved by its trainers... by which I take that to mean it glows with its happiness and really looks healthy. Which yeah...

It’s also a psychic/fairy type.

Now why is that important? Well because here’s the thing, when I initially done this list, I had an idea of what the baseline Arthur’s team is... and so these guys are more offshoots, and types matter. We’ve already talked about why dedenne being an electric/fairy type works, so fairy is covered... but psychic? Well here’s the thing. Mediums channel psychic energy to do what they do. Also, empathy. And a little bit of my original soleil concept, but ahh, who cares about that. The fact is, psychic energy is something that Aothur technically has access to.

So why not a pokémon with those abilities. And since Kirlia is what it is... it fits the best.

The ability his kirlia has is telepathy and it has the move set of: Heal Pulse, Psychic, Hypnosis, and Dazzling Gleam

Banette: Feel like tossing away an old toy of yours? Haha, but seriously, banette is one that is for this verse only really. I mean seriously, the marionette pokémon with my button eyed Aothur? It’s just too fitting. Also, a bit of the voodoo kind of hints, along with the simple fact that it’s a ghost type.

Maybe it’s a bit vengeful, but hey, not everything would be perfect.

Has the ability Insomnia, and the move set; Shadow Sneak, Curse, Will-O-Wisp and Phantom Force.

Galvantula: Come on into my web said the spider to the fly... Again a verse exclusive pokémon. Despite spiders bringing up bad associations. You have to understand that Aothur uses strings to deal with some of his problems... and despite the whole, spider-Beldam associations, there is other things to consider regarding this choice.

But seriously, I have a reason for this pokémon despite many people assuming that he would automatically avoid all spider based pokémon. And the reason is well, here’s the thing, I know it’s kind of ridiculous, but the muse wants what the muse wants. Also, generally speaking, look at how fuzzy galvantula looks... Also, again, there is the typing. Electric types are definitely Aothur’s bread and butter, and Galvantula is an interesting pokémon both because of its typing, but also moveset... and just seriously...

Do I have to explain myself that much...

The ability that it has is Unnerve. And of course the move set is; Electroweb, Bug Bite, Thunderbolt and Poison Jab

Buizel(Shiny): Now I’ll be perfectly honest, when the muse demanded this pokémon... I just burst out laughing for a good long while, because really Aothur? Really? But okay, for you to understand why I’m laughing so much, you need to understand a personal rule I have when it comes to a character’s theme animal. Barring some relatively specific circumstances, said animal cannot be their favourite animal... so Aothur doesn’t have hamsters as his animal... what animal did I go with? Otters, and yeah alright, Buizel is slightly more weasel like than otter, but it is still technically an otter pokémon.

Maybe more the river otter than a sea otter though.

So yeah... heh... Aothur decided he had to have one of the otter pokémon, and buizel won out over oshawott. So here he is, and a golden yellow shiny one as well. Because you know, the colouring... also buzel can fly according to the anime, so allusions to a certain other twin-tailed flier.

So yeah. Swift Swim is the ability of his Buizel and well it has the move set of Aqua Tail, Agility, Ice Beam, and Mud-Slap

And that’s his whole team! So yeah... Fun right?

Also, just because welp.

MDPokeverse: Aothur

I’m going to be honest with you guys about this, when it comes to PMD verses, I kind of limit my choices by a lot of things... But that isn’t stuff for you guys to really worry about... so I will just give you my answer for what he would be if it were a PMD style thread and that answer is...

*drum roll*

Emolga...

Now I’m sure there are some people staring because what... but yeah. My limits won’t be explained, nor will my choice. You’re just going to have to roll with it. So, neh.

Oh, also because I really, really like the bows from PMD: Explorers... I will have to additionally add what his Aura and subsequent bow is... It’s... A brilliant green... which leads to him having the Lime Bow. Which yeah... it’s a light greeny-yellow colour really. Got to say, he’s been affected by things, whee.

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