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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Subway bosses scenarios: Warden Ingo & daughter! reader

[So in place of Dawn, Ingo's 13 year old daughter Y/n ends up in Hisui instead, and she is both happy and absolutely crushed that she found her dad...But he doesn't remember her, until something happens that snaps Ingo's mind back on track!]

{TW: near death experience, past character death, vomiting, blood.}

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Y/n yawned as she woke up and checked her Arc-phone to check the time 06:45 in the morning a little early start then usual, her internal clock must've reset back to Unova time... her dad would wake up the whole house at around this time, bellowing for her uncle Emmet to wake up for work. Y/n eventually learned to tune him out, but the mental reaction was still there.

Sometimes she could still her her dads voice booming in her head. "Rise and Shine! or Time to be alive Emmet!" making the tween jolt awake expecting to be in her bedroom in Unova, with her dad's Excadrill and uncle's Archeops sleeping curled up next to her while uncle Emmet knocks on her door telling her to go back to sleep. That all seems like a distant memory for the tween as she got up from the lumpy futon ingoing the way her plainly joints protested as she stood up and stretched. "I'm too young to be feeling this old..."Y/n moaned wincing as her back popped.

She woke up Zigil [pronounced; Sigil it's a Zygarde 10%] Don't bother asking Y/n where this odd dog dragon Pokémon thing came from, she's not even sure where it came from! She just found it one day while out on a hike it was tired and weak, she caught it without thinking, took it back home and nursed it back to health...

Zigil was the only Pokémon from her time that came with her, she's grateful for that, It always protects her when things get dicey, Zigil yipped as Y/n's Machoke helped her get dressed in her Galaxy uniform, the wrap was hard to get tight get around her waist, he helps her with that, after she was dressed put Machoke back in his ball, the tween was fixing her scarf when a knock came to the door.

Y/n assumed it was Rei coming to wake her up, she quickly put on a hat/ tied her hair back and went to greet the boy, only what was waiting for her outside was the last thing Y/n Trevithick was expecting, in seconds her blood ran cold and her body suddenly felt light and heavy all at the same time, because the person waiting outside her house that morning wasn't Rei...It was her father. The father that disappeared almost 2 years ago! the father she and her uncle were forced to accept was dead and held funeral for! Y/n's ears were ringing as her father spoke up.

"Good morning, good lady who fell from the sky! "

"Er..."

"Commander Kamado told me to let you know he awaits your arrival in his office."

"than..yo..."

Y/n mumbled incoherently and sluggishly made her way to Galaxy hall with Zigil following after her, Ingo looked at the young girl concerned she almost looked ill, he chalked it up to her being tired since it was very early in morning and went to the village training grounds, hopefully the girl's mood will improve later... Needless to say, Y/n's demeanor towards the poison-type warden did not change, she was like skittish Stantler around him! would keep her distance and did whatever it took to avoid him, which confused Ingo because as far as he knows he's never met Y/n before... So her behavior around him was unwarranted.

He brought this up to Laventon as the two seemed close... Which roiled Ingo's gears, don't get the Warden wrong! Laventon was good person, but... seeing him being so close and fatherly towards Y/n, It made Ingo feel confused... it felt like the professor had stolen something from him and it frustrated Ingo to no end! but yet, here the warden was! Asking Laventon about Y/n's apparent abhorrence towards him.

Needless to say, the good professor was just as lost as Ingo was! this was out of character for Y/n, then the Galarian man thought of something, children tend to act out when they've been hurt or traumatized... "Maybe you remind Y/n of someone? and they weren't good to her." Ingo's stomach churned hotly the thought of someone harming Y/n...

"Urg.." Ingo hissed as pain bloomed in his head; he started seeing flashes of a woman's funeral, there was a crying toddler wearing a black dress standing next to him, a little girl, her arms reaching out to him. Ingo picked her up and comforted her. **shh, It's alright __/__..., I'm not going anywhere, I promise...**... Ingo was pulled out by Laventon grabbing him by the shoulders keeping him steady as the warden looked like he was about to pass out.

"...den, Warden Ingo, can you hear me?" the professor asked looking at Ingo very concerned. "I..., My apologies professor, I need to make an unscheduled departure." Before Laventon could stop the dazed warden Ingo was sprinting for the village gates, his mind was swirling as he made combeeline towards direction of the obsidian fieldlands, Ingo didn't care if he had to walk all night, he needed to get to Y/n... he needed answers!

Ingo's head suddenly erupted in pain again as he had another vision, this time he was arguing with same child from earlier, but she was older now about 8-10 years old, and dressed like she was going on a long trip.

"You're not going anywhere --/-- and that's final!" he huffed slamming his fist on a table, The girl started crying and calling him unfair and told him she hated him before running off to her room! while the man who looked Ingo tried to reason with him, but he told E^T to butt-out! he was --/--'s father not him!

Then the vision went away, Ingo felt dizzy winced as he leaned against a tree trying not to vomit... he was father? Ingo let out shuddering gasp he took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.

After a few seconds of composing him, Ingo continued on is journey to the field lands only to find Y/n wasn't at either base camp. "She still not back?" Ingo inquired trying not to show his annoyance that Y/n was still out in the fields this late at night! Ingo was going to send his Magnezone to go look for the tween, when suddenly "Zy-zy!" a Pokémon's bark caused Ingo whirled around to see that strange Pokémon that was always with Y/n... the warden's stomach felt like like it was full of sand as another flashed went through his head of a woman's broken body laying unmoving under cold gaze of an enraged Steelix....

Zigil led Ingo to the cave where it had dragged Y/n to, a few wild Machops and a Happiny stood around her looking concerned, one of the Machops tried to give the girl a berry, but she was into much pain open her mouth, the baby Pokémon heard footsteps and all scattered when they saw Zigil and Ingo running in to cave.

Ingo's legs felt like jelly as he walked over to the curled up teen, he collapsed on his knees and hesitantly turned Y/n over she tried to protest but coughed up purple bile, she was poisoned.... "Just relax..." Ingo said in a shuddering voice as he turned Y/n on to her side and winced when he saw the poisoned barb sticking out of her hip, he needed to pull it out...Ingo pulled Y/n into his lap, She was weakly shaking her head as she felt Ingo grasp the poison barb, the warden took a deep breath.. and yanked.

The scream that came from Y/n was push the amnesiac needed because Ingo in seconds Ingo was squeezing the tween in a bone breaking hug. "I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm so sorry. " He sobbed and pulled away from her he set her down and searched his jacket before finding an antidote, when Y/n suddenly reached up grabbed his arm. "Dadd..y." she whimpered weakly, Ingo started begging her to stay awake! before very thing black for her...

Cut to Y/n waking up to a loud crash a bellowing voice shouting "...HOW DARE YOU?!" the tween weakly looked around she was in the Galaxy hall Clinic, she saw her father being held back by Adaman and Melli while a stunned Kamado was sprawled out on the floor holding a very obvious bloody nose, Cyllene awkwardly stood by the commander. though, Y/n swore she saw anger in the captain’s eyes directed at the commander as she helped him stand up. "MY DAUGHTER ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! SHE NEEDS BEDREST, NOT A FUCKING INTERROGATION!" Ingo snarled he glared at Kamado with pure rage he was going strangle Kamado if it weren't for Melli and Adaman restraining him.

"Glad to see we agree on something, Warden Ingo..." Adaman hissed shooting the Galaxy commander at glare along with pretty much everyone else in the room, "Commander, please...Just let her rest." Cyllene pressed squeezing the older man's shoulder. Kamado could see he wasn't going to be getting his way and sighed. "Fine, but the second she's on her feet it’s back to the fields with her..." he huffed and leaving the clinic. Anise followed after him to fix his nose. As soon as the commander was gone, some of the Galaxy members gave Ingo a nod, a few whispered "Bout time..." it was no secret that few of the members had been wanting to punch Kamado in the face for years! But never had the balls to do it.

Ingo relaxed as everyone left the room, he looked back at his daughter’s cot noticed Y/n watching was awake and watching him, before she could blink her dad was by her side in seconds grasping her hand. "Hey... how's my little passenger?" he asked pushing some hair out of her face, Y/n's eyes widened hearing her old nickname leave her dad's lips. "y..u emmber ..e?" Y/n grimaced pain and confusion as her voice and words came out a jumbled mess. "Your throat was damaged from the poison." Ingo explained it'll get better in few days.

Y/n relaxed but the scene the tween woken up to was bothering her. "M...in tromble?" the teen slurred warily as she heard the tail-end of Ingo and Kamado's confrontation. "No...no, Nothing like that! The commander was just... curious about your recovery." her father said coolly, but his jaw tightened as if he just ate something sour. "And we had bit of a disagreement about it, It's all fine now." He assured the father and daughter chatted for a few hours mainly apologies, Ingo was beside himself with guilt that he'd forgotten his family, and had missed two years of his daughter's life! Then they discussed living arrangements.

Ingo wouldn't blame Y/n if she stayed Jubilife, at least she'd be safer here, but Y/n was insistent she wanted to stay with him, she pretty told her dad everything, everyone outside of Rei and Laventon, don't like or trust her, he never experienced it due to his ties with the Pearl Clan but Y/n is ostracized and under constant scrutiny by Kamado and villagers.

Hell, Beni had threaten kill her if she even thought about crossing or betraying Commander Kamado... "Trust me, Beni won't touch you." Ingo said patting her on the head since Y/n is Warden Ingo's daughter that made Y/n part of the Pearl Clan, she was practically untouchable, So, unless Kamado wanted to lose favor with Irida, he'd best keep Beni on a short and tight leash! From then on the father and daughter were inseparable, Ingo was almost always with Y/n during excursions, which made go faster and a hell of a lot easier for them to find the way home.

Cut to couple months later back in Unova, Ingo and Y/n were cringing hard as they heard exaggerated stories of themselves being retold by clueless "Experts" on the tv, Emmet and Elesa kept laughing and shushing them, loving every bit of their embarrassment,.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon legends arceus #submas #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #daughter! reader #Dad! Ingo #clan leader adaman #warden melli #commander kamado #captain cyllene #subway boss emmet #uncle Emmet

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silvokrent · 11 months

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Ennui - 2

ennui /ɒnˈwiː/ n. a gripping listlessness or melancholy caused by boredom; depression.

Somewhere overhead, a Wingull cried.

Flocks of the small white birds circled above, visible in the gaps of sky that Flint could glimpse from below the walkways.

He would have denied the accusation, once, but Flint suspected that he was becoming sentimental. Not that he couldn’t appreciate the rest of Sinnoh’s beaches—all glittering water and long, uninterrupted stretches of sand—but Sunyshore’s geography really was a sight unparalleled. The tidepools and stark, jagged rocks that dominated the southeastern coasts were rather breathtaking.

Bone-breaking, too. Flint paused to watch as another wave slammed into the cliffs, sending up a spray of brine.

The area was signposted, although that did little to deter the locals from training here. The hospital and Pokémon Center were something of a revolving door for the idiots that persisted.

Flint still had the scars to prove it.

Another patch of shadow fell over him as he passed under the skywalk. The bulk of the foot traffic was confined to the actual modules, since the infrastructure was nearly as much of a tourist attraction as the lighthouse and markets were. Any other time, he would have taken the paths on the upper level.

Flint lingered under the bridge, waiting until the group above him passed, before he resumed.

Avoiding crowds was something of a necessity this time around. Regrettably, his presence also counted as a tourist attraction, and anonymity was hard to come by.

Not that he was complaining, but…

As Flint neared one of the support columns, he came to a stop.

…he had a job to do.

The technicians repairing the module hadn’t noticed him yet. They were preoccupied with installing the new panel into the frame, as a Machoke steadied it for them. Another crew member was doing something with the inverter mounted to the column—rewiring, by the looks of it. Flint had never been tech savvy, and he wasn’t about to start pretending now.

It would have been an otherwise mundane sight, if he didn’t have context for it.

“Routine maintenance?” The technician glanced up as Flint approached.

“I wish.” He wiped the sweat from his brow. “It’d be easier if we gutted it and just replaced the whole thing, but management wants us to try and salvage it first.”

“How bad is the damage?”

The technician scowled at the inverter. “Bad enough that I’m going to be at this for the next five hours.”

Flint leaned against the column. “The solar grid can’t handle a blackout?” he asked.

“It can. There are redundancies in place for that sort of thing.” The technician popped open another panel, and peered at the cables running through it. “But repeated stress wears the entire system down. It wasn’t built with consecutive power failures in mind.”

“‘Consecutive’?” Flint straightened. “I thought it was just one outage.”

“You must be from outta town.” The technician didn’t bother looking his way. “That’s the third blackout this month.”

Flint would have been lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, as he stood before the Gym doors.

Outwardly, the building looked no different than it did since his last visit. Nothing to suggest that it had been the culprit behind the power failure.

One of several power failures, apparently.

Not for the first time, he would have appreciated a hint. Something, at least, to help make sense of what he was walking into. The better part of his flight yesterday had been spent perseverating over a reason, and after nine hours, he’d ruled out everything practical. Flint finally gave up around the time sleep deprivation was starting to kick in, and he’d begun entertaining the idea of elaborate Rube Goldberg machines, or enthusiastic raves.

Flint sighed.

He was stalling, and he knew it.

With little enthusiasm, he moved past the sliding doors, and stepped inside.

His first, incorrect impression—as the doors shut behind him, and he froze on the lobby threshold—was that he’d entered the wrong building.

It was still, for all intents and purposes, a Gym. But not one he recognized. The reception area looked like it had been given a recent facelift. “Expensive-looking” was the first thought that came to mind, but “upgraded” was probably more accurate.

Volkner’s handiwork, no doubt.

The receptionist glanced up from the monitor as he neared the desk. “Good afternoon, and welcome to the Sunyshore Gym.”

“Afternoon.” Flint inclined his head. “I’m here to see Leader Volkner.”

“Do you have an appointment scheduled with him today?”

“Last-second visit, I’m afraid.”

The receptionist furrowed her brow. “I’m very sorry, sir, but any meetings or battles with the Gym leader are through prior booking.”

New hire, if Flint had to assume. Usually his reputation preceded him with most Gym crowds.

“That won’t be a problem.” He reached into his back pocket, and held out his license. The receptionist accepted it with an expression that looked no less skeptical than it had a second ago. “I try not to drop in unannounced, but it’s a long flight between here and the League.”

The words registered at the same time she read the name printed on the card. Her eyes widened a fraction, before darting back up to him.

He smiled, not without a hint of amusement. “Any chance I could have a chat with him?”

Strangely, the request seemed to put her on edge. She returned his license, but didn’t quite meet his gaze. “Of course.” She stepped out from behind the desk. “If you’ll follow me…”

It wasn’t a particularly long walk, but it was informative. The overall layout of the building was still familiar, but as Flint was lead down the hall, he spotted more evidence of renovations. Machinery, for the most part. A classroom with its door ajar held something that resembled a scaled-down version of a PC terminal. Elsewhere, they passed a room which emitted a soft, ambient hum.

If the change in scenery was unsettling, it paled next to the reception from the Gym staff. Flint recognized a handful of the resident trainers, though when he waved, they didn’t return the gesture. The tension was palpable, and it followed in his wake.

He wasn’t left with much time to dwell on that particular development, before the receptionist halted at the end of the corridor.

“He’s in here.” Again, she refused to look his way. “I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything.”

“It’s appreciated.”

The receptionist hesitated. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something else, before clearly deciding against it. Her footsteps echoed as she hurried back toward the reception area.

Well. No point in waiting.

Gingerly, he turned the handle, and let himself in.

It was a space that Flint was acquainted with, though—judging by the scattered tools—it looked like it had seen an uptick in recent use. Volkner’s workshop was something of a glorified janitor’s closet that he had commandeered shortly after his promotion to leader. No one had ever protested, since his side hobbies generally benefitted the Gym.

Though going by his staff’s newfound jumpiness, Flint wondered if that hadn’t changed.

It took a second to actually spot Volkner. Half of Volkner, technically. His torso was obscured beneath a rather menacing-looking generator.

“Jordan, pass me the solder.” His Raichu pawed through the toolkit as a burst of orange light illuminated the underside. “The silver-tin alloy, not the zinc.”

His pronged tail flicked in response.

Jordan emerged with the spool clutched in his paws. He went to hand it off to his trainer, only to freeze when he caught sight of Flint.

His eyes lit up, and his back legs braced.

With a muffled grunt Flint managed to catch him, before he could properly tackle him to the floor. The Raichu let out a soft, pleased noise as he tried to burrow his face into his shoulder.

At least someone was happy to see him.

Careful not to dislodge him (it was cute and all, but Jordan wasn’t a thirteen-pound Pikachu anymore), Flint plucked the solder from his hand, and crouched next to the generator. Evidently none the wiser, Volkner took the spool when Flint held it out.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Flint.

There was a satisfying bang as Volkner smacked his head.

Something scuffed against the floor tile. Flint moved out of the way as the wheeled platform rolled back, and Volkner surfaced from underneath. He was sans his signature jacket and down to the black, sleeveless undershirt. It was impossible to make out his face beneath the welding mask, though by the way he scrubbed at his forehead, Flint could take a guess.

“Flint?” Volkner set the blowtorch down next to him. “What are you doing here?”

He rolled his eyes. “Nice to see you, too.”

Flint didn’t miss the huff under his breath. His hands skated up the back of his neck, as he undid the clasps, and slid the visor from his face.

If Flint felt tired, then Volkner looked exhausted.

There was a dark, discolored quality to his face, not helped in the least by how much thinner it was. His expression wavered between several different emotions—they passed too quickly for Flint to accurately gauge them—before settling on impassive.

Jordan squirmed in his arms, and Flint obligingly lowered him to the ground. He shoved his now-vacant hands in his pockets. “I see you’ve been redecorating.”

Volkner didn’t comment. Merely watched him through half-lidded eyes.

Flint nodded to the generator behind him. “Something extremely dangerous, I hope?”

That managed to elicit a reaction from him (even if it was mild exasperation). Volkner shucked off his welding gloves on a nearby cart, and stood. “Close,” he said. “It’s a docking station, of sorts. The prototype, at any rate.”

“What's it supposed to charge?”

“Electric-types.” Jordan’s ears folded back as Volkner rested a hand on his head, and lightly scratched. “Most species that are electrogenic aren’t actually immune to incoming charges. Only a handful of Pokémon can safely absorb them—Jolteon, Electivire…” He frowned. “I was trying to figure out how to replicate the effect, so it could be applied to other species. It could have possible electrotherapeutic benefits, too, but…” Volkner combed a hand through his hair. “Repairing this is going to take a while. It got fried during the power outage.”

“So I heard,” Flint said.

Volkner stiffened.

“I also heard that you were responsible for them. All three of them.” Some of the anger crept back into his voice, as Flint’s stare hardened. “You mind telling me what that’s about?”

Volkner seemed to be struggling for an immediate response. Eventually, his jaw snapped shut, and he bent to retrieve his tools. “I take it this isn’t a social visit.”

“Would you actually care if it was?” Flint asked. “I’d find that hard to believe, since you haven’t answered your damn phone in weeks.”

Jordan dutifully pitched in and began returning equipment to its rightful place. Volkner didn’t lift his head, as he continued to reorganize the toolkit. “Did the League send you? Or did you volunteer?”

It might have sounded accusatory, were it not for the flat tone.

“That’s not the point.” Flint watched as Volkner inspected a wire brush, and thumbed over the bristles. Flakes of rust drifted to the floor. He made a displeased sound in the back of his throat, before placing it in the container. “Your Gym knocked out the entire network.”

There was a subtle shift in his posture; a tightness that coiled in his spine. “That wasn’t intentional.”

“I’m sure that’s a real comfort to everyone who lost power.”

Volkner had the audacity to shrug.

An unpleasant burning sensation lodged itself firmly in his gut. Flint pressed a palm to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, willing it to subside. The accompanying exhale didn’t help much. “If it were a one-off thing,” he muttered, “fine. But after a certain point, you must have realized there was a correlation. And that maybe it was time to call it quits.” Flint narrowed his eyes. “Since when are you this careless?”

Pride had always been one of Volkner’s touchier subjects. At minimum, Flint expected that comment to annoy him.

Volkner didn’t even react.

There was a chisel near his foot. Jordan went to reach for it, only to skitter backward as Flint stepped on it with his sandal. He scooped up the errant tool, inspecting it. “Is any of this actually necessary?” he asked.

His hands slowed. “…It’s useful,” he conceded.

“More useful than a working solar grid?”

Volkner’s reply was blunt. “Does this conversation have a point?”

Flint’s fingers dug into the chisel. He was half tempted to throw it at him. “You tell me.”

The floorspace had been marshaled back into some semblance of order. Nearly, anyway, Volkner was just now realizing, as he scanned the toolkit, and then the surrounding tiles. At last he glanced back over his shoulder, only to blink at the chisel still in Flint’s grip.

He stood, and held out a hand.

Flint absently continued to study it. “Improvements are nice and all, but they shouldn’t be coming at the expense of everything else. Surely, there’s a better way for you to be doing this.” He arched a brow, with an air of deliberate nonchalance. “Though for the life of me, I can’t figure out where you’re finding the free time to be doing all of these projects. You’d think being Gym leader would keep you busy.”

The silence was deafening.

A sudden, nagging suspicion began to creep in. Flint met his gaze, searching. “Volkner,” he said. “When was the last time you—”

“Excuse me? Volkner?”

The receptionist stood in the doorway, a clipboard tucked under her arm. Every word looked like it was being forcibly dragged out of her. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but—you have a battle scheduled with a challenger at three o’clock. You need to start getting ready.”

Volkner shut his eyes. “Did they clear their preliminary match?”

“They’re currently getting set up. Preston should be finished shortly.”

“Fine.” Volkner sighed. Though he directed his words at her, his eyes never once left Flint. “We’re done here, anyway. Have them meet me in the main arena in fifteen minutes.”

“Of course.”

The receptionist fled as quickly as professionalism would allow.

Volkner didn’t budge. He continued to regard Flint expectantly, the hand still hovering between them. His eyes narrowed.

With slightly more force than necessary, Flint slapped the chisel into his palm.

Volkner tossed it over his shoulder into the open toolkit, and left without another word.

Jordan started to bound after him, only to stop, and hover in the doorway. The Raichu’s tail curled around his back legs as his head sank between his shoulders. He fixed Flint with wet, black eyes, before—rather dejectedly—following on the heels of his trainer.

It took a minute before he finally forced himself to move. Stiffly, Flint exited the room, and headed back toward the lobby.

It was the first time he’d ever seen resignation on Volkner’s face.

#pokemon #pokemon fics #ennui #volkner #flint #ignitionshipping #my posts #i speak #pokemon thought dump #in case it wasn't obvious: volkner's gym upgrades aren't a labyrinth of OSHA violations

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sharpmidnight · 10 months

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TSSM Pokemon Au Part 3

I watched some Pokemon videos and decided to give TSSM characters Pokemon for fun! This is also going off of @hermesserpent-stuff ‘s Spider Nephew Au. Also, there might be some people with the same Pokemon for different reasons; either they fit two people, or it’s to match with someone. I also base some of these Pokemon in different ways, from types, aesthetics, Pokedex Entries, jobs, powers, and backstories. I also won’t mind explaining my reasoning because I did a lot of research for them. Also, I tried o make sure they had diverse types, but some people might have more than 1 of the same type. Another thing is that I like to imagine that Peter and the other villains have 3 Pokemon for their civilian image and then the other 3 for their hero/villain work.

The last thing is that I have only played up to Generation 8, and I have yet to play the other games. So my bad, if there is another Pokemon that suits them better.(let me know plz)

I will highlight their starter and their strongest. Red is their strongest, and blue is their starter. Purple is both. Any that has a * are their secret team.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Reuniclus (Psychic)

Grapploct (Fighting)

Metagross (Steel/Psychic)

Octillery (Water)

Tentacruel (Water/Poison)

Tangrowth (Grass)

His first Pokemon was a Remoraid he befriended in the water. Then a Solosis to help him with his science project until Remoraid turned into an Octillery he had more hands. As he got older and worked on with more heavy machines, he caught a Beldum and quickly evolved it to Metagross. Since he still wanted to be hands-on with his project with some distance without using his Pokemon, he created his tentacles after Octillery. After becoming Doc Ock, he caught more Pokemon with longer limbs like him.

Adrien Toomes/Vulture

Scizor (Bug/Steel)

Skarmory (Steel/Flying)

Flygon (Ground/Dragon)

Mandibuzz (Dark/Flying)

Archeops (Rock/Flying)

Staraptor (Normal/Flying)

Adrien did catch Pokemon when he got older since he wasn’t sure what he wanted. After catching Skarmory, he got into robotics and got inspiration from Skarmory. Since he wanted to make a suit that a person could fly with, he caught multiple Pokemon, not just Flying-type Pokemon. He caught types that can fly too to study them.

Max Dillion/Electo

Rotom (Electric/?)

Toxtricity (Electric/Poison)

Primeape (Fighting)

Magnezone (Electric/Steel)

Grapploct (Fighting)

Stunfisk (Ground/Electric)

Max started out with a Rotom he found in an abandoned mansion. He then got a Mankey when he found Rotom messing with it. Even though Max was very chill, he got along well with Mankey. Then he got a Magnemite after dropping out of school and started working. After he became Electro, he was actually found by Toxtricity when he was fighting Spiderman and wanted to help. After breaking free, he got Grapploct from Otto. Then he found Stunfisk alone, needing a full team to fight Spiderman.

Flint Marko/Sandman

Excadrill (Ground/Steel)

Palossand (Ghost/Ground)

Steelix (Steel/Ground)

Machoke (Fighting)

Heracross (Bug/Fighting)

Thievul (Dark)

Flint started with a Machop when he was younger as he watched some Machamps work in construction. He likes the idea of big and strong Pokemon since he believes he wasn’t smart enough for certain jobs; he can at least do heavy labor. He then gets a Heracross he finds in the woods. As he grew up and had a job, he felt like he wasn’t getting enough and that it wasn’t fair that he can barely make a living as he rooms with Alex O’Hirn. When they turn to crime as the answer, they decide to get another Pokemon to help them, which is why he caughtThievul it it can steal and an Excadrill to break into buildings. When he was taken by Hammerhead to Osborn’s secret lab and told that they were trying to do an experiment, he agreed. As he was being hooked up, he noticed a Palossand. He didn’t know that they were trying to put Pokemon DNA on people. When he was turned into Sandman, he took Palossand with him. As he tested his new powers, he accidentally bumped into Steelix as they were both in the ground and caught it.

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino

Aggron (Steel/Rock)

Poliwrath (Water/Fighting)

Sableye (Dark/Ghost)

Rhyperior (Ground/Rock)

Machoke (Fighting)

Bewear (Normal/Fighting)

When Alex was younger, he didn’t really care what Pokemon he caught first since he just wanted a friend. He caught Stuffle as soon as he saw it. Then he befriended a Poliwag later when he went to a pond. As he got older, he caught a Machoke for a job. He ended up meeting Flint, and both became friends. Even as they moved in with each other, they still had money problems and agreed with Flint on stealing. For this, he caught a Sableye. When it was his turn to be experimented on, they tried to recreate Pokemon’s skin as armor to put on people. O’ Hirn saw a Rhyperior in a glass case when he was there. When he becomes Rhino and releases Rhyperior. While joining the Sinister Six, he caught an Aggron.

Toomes’ Staraptor looks after Harry’s Taillow since his owner does the same with Harry.

Octillery is Otto’s friendliest Pokemon since it remembers what Otto was like before all of this happened. It hopes he turns back to the softer person he was and won’t look down on others.

Bewear can now hug Rhino without worrying that she might crush his owner.

No one can tell the Machokes apart except for O’Hirn and Flint.

Primate is ready to throw hands for Electro anytime he gets mad.

Otto has his Grapploct wear a collar to tell his apart from Electro’s

Flint likes making sandcastles with Palossand for fun.

Peter might be seen riding Steelix or any other large Pokemon and it makes Otto worry a lot.

#tssm #doc ock #otto octavius #electro #max dillon #Adrien toomes #vulture #flint marko #snadman #alex ohirin #rhno #pokemon

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mynamesaplant · 2 months

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Gaeric Week: Family

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Thanks to @gaeric-appreciation for putting this together. Thanks to Mons too for betaing all this work, it is always appreciated. This has been really fun and I've really been looking forward to it! Each ficlet is between 500 and 1,000 words so they're easy reads.

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Gaeric did not remember falling asleep the night he found out he was to be a warden.

He knew it was a supreme honor. This was something any member of the clan would be thrilled to do, and he was, but it was so unexpected. Learning of his new station made his head spin, dizzying to the point that he sat down hard in his tent with Calaba and Shion standing over him.

He was utterly speechless. All he could manage was a choked squeak when Calaba asked him if he was alright. Gaeric felt his heart race, buoyed by a sense of pride that was being weighed down by the responsibility clamping down on his shoulders, its talons sharp like a Braviary’s.

A warden. For the noble Lord Avalugg no less.

There was heat crawling up his throat, burning and demanding to be known as it surged through his body, masking his eyes with a pinkish glow as he tried to hold in the emotion he was feeling. He thanked the two wardens. Shion told him that his training would begin in the morning, and he was alone once again.

That’s when the tears began to slide from his eyes. Gaeric did not cry out, just hastily scrubbed his face with hands like he could physically force the pain of loss back into the dark recesses of his mind where they belonged. That’s when a small voice that sounded too much like his mother reminded him that she was proud of him.

Gaeric did not remember falling asleep the night he found out he was to be a warden.

The next few weeks were bitterly cold, the winter was hard-pressed to leave the wastes as usual, but Gaeric didn’t have much time to worry about it. He was busy pulling double duty between his new tasks as warden and even newer task of watching after Irida. The girl had taken an interest in the teens as many children of her age did, so she was not-so-stealthily trailing after Gaeric or Palina.

Although Palina bore the brunt of the responsibilities, when Irida was set on tailing Gaeric, nothing would dissuade her. Had this been a few months ago, Gaeric would have embraced her with open arms, but now he was just too preoccupied with wardenship. Palina seemed to recognize this, but there wasn’t much to be done.

Today he was free of Irida, he yawned over his morning tea with Shion beside him, explaining the route Lord Avalugg travelled to reach the sea. Gravity was no friend of the noble and he often took weeklong excursions to the bay a few miles from the settlement just to put some relief on his joints.

“Boy, wake up.”

An elbow was impatiently stabbed into his side and Gaeric jerked awake, whipping his head around to glare at Shion. Already, he was getting berated for not listening. His grip tightened on the cup clasped between his hands.

Shion whistled and his Machoke companion jogged over after setting a stack of Bergmite down, the Pokémon loved to bench press two or three of the Ice types for something to do. Gaeric was hardly listening, an odd ringing in his ears – he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting the ringing to stop. He gritted his teeth so hard that he could feel them enamel grinding into a find powder one might find in a mortar. Something was shoved into his lap.

Gaeric was sent toppling backward, what little tea he had left spilling into the snow.

“Hey!”

There was a sleeping pack on his front, stuffed with downy Rufflet plumage and lined with Buneary pelts. Perfect for the snowy landscape around them. Shion was pouring himself another piping hot cup tea, blowing it before saying,

“Get some sleep. You’re no good to me half awake.”

There was a retort on the tip of his tongue, something venomous and bitter, but Gaeric swallowed it back. Clambering into the bag, he closed his eyes, and would have instantly fallen asleep had Shion hadn’t said,

“You work hard, kid. Just like your folks did. Me and that little princess must be running you ragged, you don’t even have the energy to argue with me like you do.”

“She’s not a princess. She’s going to be the clan leader someday.”

Gaeric’s words were muffled on purpose, like he hoped the warden hadn’t heard him, but Shion barked out a laugh.

“She will, but for now she’s more like an annoying little sister. I should know, I had six of them.” There was quiet only for a moment. “I know that everyone, including myself, seems to be rushing you into wardenship, but I don’t how much longer I’ll be here to teach you.”

There was a finality to his voice that made Gaeric’s chest seize. Shion knew he was dying – perhaps his injuries were much worse than they all feared. Just one more person for Gaeric to lose.

“You’re not rushing me… I just – I need to push myself harder.”

Shion snorted. He must have heard the waver in the teen’s voice. “Well, can’t push yourself when you’re exhausted. Get some rest, Gaeric.”

#pokemon #pkmn #legends of arceus #pla #p:la #pl:a #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon: legends arceus #pokemon legends: arceus #gaeric appreciation week #gaeric week 2024 #warden gaeric #pla gaeric #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction

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bellchimed-a · 1 year

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@symbiote-quirk said: On the list of weird things happening near Aiko's slice of Johto today: a tattooed young man in a friendly wrestling match with his Machoke. The young man seems to have the upper hand.

Never a dull moment, Aiko thought as all the fuss in the street drew her to the front door of the dance hall. Her spot at the door wasn’t a very good vantage point with the gathering crowd obscuring her view, but the rap of her folded fan against the wooden door frame was enough to part the crowd so she could walk to the front, her eevee keeping step with her.

She tilted her head slightly as she watched. It wasn’t the strangest street performance she’d seen, but it was strange to see a human overpowering a Machoke. Either the man was incredibly strong or the Machoke was a well-trained actor - in any case, a good show.

#ic

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ghostypetrainer · 2 years

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it’s been awhile since I posted any fic so have a snippet from the WIP for the next old friends; new faces update!

Warden Melli was not good at battling.

Warden Ingo was.

Akari groaned, recalling her fainted Typhlosion. She'd been doing well at first- she'd managed to take out his Machoke and Tangela handily enough.

And then Ingo had sent his Gliscor out.

Ugh. Something about getting swept by a part ground type felt familiar to her, even if she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd ultimately defeated that one. Still, it was a sobering loss, her first since she'd arrived in Hisui. If Ingo thought she wasn't ready to meet Lady Sneasler after that performance, she couldn't blame him. She wouldn't either.

"Bravo!"

Akari blinked, looking up at the Warden. His expression remained unreadable, but his tone was excited, and she swore there was a sparkle in his otherwise dull eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would say he was happy.

"You preformed excellently!" Ingo exclaimed. "I can see why Lady Irida spoke so highly of your battling ability!"

#Reincarnation AU #don't worry akari ingo thinks you did great #not sure when this will come out!! hopefully soon!!

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allthingsglittergold · 2 years

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Gold’s Gym Journey:

Johto.

Falkner - Two tries.

The first try he went in overconfident from his success in Sprout Tower and got absolutely destroyed by Falkner’s Pidgeotto. The second try, after some training, went much better as Mojo clutched it. This is also where Gold got the idea to study gyms before challenging them.

Bugsy - One try.

Opal pretty much tore through Bugsy’s Pokemon, though Gold rotated in Winnie to help fight his Scyther.

Whitney - One try.

Easily the one that Gold spent the longest preparing for in Johto. It was still fairly close, given attract from Miltank shut down both Mojo and Winnie and the latter was knocked out from rollout. Opal, having newly evolved, clutched the win.

Morty - One try.

Morty involved a lot of mind games and rotating Pokemon. Gold’s normal types meant that a lot of Morty’s attacks would fail, whereas Mojo and Winnie’s access to dark type attacks helped even the playing field. Morty’s Gengar gave some trouble.

Intermission for the Lake of Rage and Goldenrod Rocket events.

Pryce - One try.

Pryce wasn’t too much of a struggle as Gold having caught and trained up Claude during the Rocket crisis helped significantly.

Chuck - One try.

Chuck’s fighting types fell fairly easily to a now fully evolved Opal, though Mojo helped finish off his Poliwrath after his Primape landed a heavy Rock Slide.

Jasmine - One try.

Very nearly a loss. Jasmine’s Magemite rendered Mojo useless for the first half of the battle, and one of them managed to paralyse Claude before it went down. The Machoke fought valiantly against her Steelix but fainted due to the paralysis slowing him, leaving Mojo to pull a win.

Clair - One try.

Another struggle. Mojo’s Ice Punch and Dragon Dance combo put in work against her Dragonair and Gyarados, but against her Kingdra Gold was pushed to rely on a mix of his entire team.

Intermission for Johto Elite 4 and Lance.

Kanto.

Brock - One try.

Mojo swept almost handily given his massive type advantage, though Claude was brought in against the Omastar.

Misty - One try.

Given a lack of super-effective types, Gold was forced to rotate Pokemon frequently but otherwise came out on top.

Lt. Surge - One try.

As with Misty, Gold was forced to rotate team members to win - though with the added difficulty that Mojo and Opal were unsafe due to the electric types. Gold still managed primarily due to Claude, Winnie and Admetus the Persian.

Erika - One try.

A mixture of Opal and Gold’s then-newest team member, Homura the Houndoom, handily cleared the Grass Types with little difficulty.

Sabrina - One try.

Homura’s dark typing made this battle much easier than it might have been, though Gold did switch in Opal a few times to make use of her blazing speed and physical attacks on the frail psychic types.

Janine - One try.

Poison typing was again something Gold had no specific counter for, forcing him to rely on switching to make a victory happen. With his expanded roster compared to earlier in Kanto, however, this was much easier.

Blaine - One try.

Mojo swept due to his typing and powerful water-type attacks. It was probably one of the easier gyms in Kanto for Gold.

Green - One try.

A close match as the pair traded blow-for-blow with their varying type in a conflict that brought down half of the gym. Gold ultimately won out, but Green was definately his most difficult Kanto-based challenge.

#ooc #headcanons&musings #allthingsglittergold #(Not to say any Gym Leader is weak - just that Gold trained heavily for each gym)#(Its part of why his combined journey took half a decade)

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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Every Day Took an Age

Note: This is unfinished and I likely won’t be returning to it. It features scenes out of context, ends abruptly and is littered with placeholders/notes. If that’s a dealbreaker for you, you’re better off skipping this.

This was also the very first piece of writing I tackled in this subfandom, so if anything feels especially off, that’s why.

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The girl took one look at them and her expression cleared. There was the surprise at what she was seeing, of course-- perhaps mitigated by her own circumstance-- but it quickly turned into recognition. Not just recognition in the sense of ‘you have the same face as my friend’; there was something else there.

“You’re the man who likes winning more than anything else.” She said. It was, notably, not a question.

It should have been. That was an outlook Emmet himself had been forced to reconsider over the months.

When she was finished casting a critical eye over him, her attention settled on his face, “Your name is Emmet, isn’t it?”

“I am Emmet.” He [agreed], “How did you come by that name?”

Her eyes slid away, to somewhere beyond his shoulder, cheeks turning pink, “I tripped last week, and accidentally launched a Pokeball right past Ingo’s head. It only knocked his hat off, but I get why he was startled-- I wouldn’t want a high-velocity apricorn that close to my face, either.” / “That was what he yelled: ‘Emmet’. He says a lot of stuff he doesn’t really understand, but...”

[...]

“Be gentle.” She said seriously, “He’s… a little like a Rampardos right now, I think-- super strong, but at the cost of being a lot more fragile than you’d guess.”

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The sounds of a battle echoed down through their tunnel and, though she hid her trepidation well, Akari’s expression tensed. Wordlessly, she sped up.

“The battle platform is at full capacity, sir. I’m afraid I have to insist that you settle for a later departure time.”

Though they’d already increased their clip, Emmet redoubled it, the steady rhythm of battle compensating for his unfamiliarity with the cave system.

He rounded the corner in sync with a firm, “Sir, if you refuse to follow the guidelines, I will, regrettably, be forced to take matters into my own hands,” and made it to the mouth of the cavern just in time to see a figure dart away, a familiar coat billowing behind them as they wove through the battlefield.

Neither of them had ever been much for triple battles—they were difficult to run properly as a two car train-- but it seemed his brother had reconsidered in the past few months. In the chamber before him, six Pokemon faced off against one another, not counting the would-be freighthopper, and Emmet instinctively gauged the matchups. It took all of two seconds. He redirected his attention to where it really belonged, and choked out a silent laugh, beaming.

Because there he was. That was Ingo.

Pinning a Machoke to the ground.

To be entirely fair, his brother had given it ample warning.

Behind himself, Emmet heard rapid footfalls approaching, and Akari skidded to a halt several paces beyond where he’d stalled. She swore under her breath and a hand dropped to her belt, “Where do you need me?”

“Please remain seated, Miss Akari,” Ingo called back with a surprising amount of restraint, pausing long enough to shift the Machoke into a headlock while doling out a new round of instructions, “This battle is running in accordance with the timetables; we’ll arrive at a scheduled victory momentarily.”

“But those are--! How did you even piss off three alphas at once?!”

Ah. Well, that explained her alarm, Emmet supposed, but he wasn’t convinced it would turn the tides of this battle-- and if Ingo didn’t see any reason to worry, Emmet simply would not.

To the far left, the Golem squaring up against a Tangrowth rolled back in a dead faint.

He might not have known what Pokemon were native to the area, but it was easy to tell which ones had been trained under his brother’s hand, and that all three had been selected specifically to fend off the species which would frequent a mountain. No, it wasn’t just easy to tell-- it was laughably obvious.

So laugh was exactly what Emmet did.

Ingo’s head snapped up, looking directly at him, lips parted as if to say something. It was hardly the time, so Emmet headed it off with a sharp, eager smile and a single word:

“Win.”

For just a second, there was a flash of recollection before Ingo narrowed his eyes; as he said, he’d already had this in hand, but Emmet had just turned it into a challenge.

[...]

Almost as an afterthought, he released the Machoke’s limp form. It was fine-- he’d ended the stranglehold some time previously-- but it did flop down with an audible thud. Then he looked up, as if to ensure that nobody had gone anywhere, and made his way over, eyes never wavering from his destination.

It was absolutely no surprise that he came to a stop in front of Emmet, several polite steps away.

“I know you. You’re important.” He said, quiet, but with an intensity that matched some of his most ear shattering announcements.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Emmet crossed the distance his brother had left and seized both hands in his own. “No, I am Emmet. Whether or not I am important is negligible. At this juncture, the important thing is that you are Ingo. And you are here.”

For just a moment, Ingo’s attention lingered on their hands before shifting back to Emmet’s face. His mouth twitched in something most people wouldn’t bother to call a smile. “I suppose I am both of those things, but please do not downplay your own [importance] like that. Each car is just as vital as the next.”

[...]

Whether or not he realized what he was doing, he slotted in at Emmet’s left side-- and Emmet, for his part, automatically mirrored his brother as Ingo began to point their path. Ingo faltered briefly, taking their arrangement in, then cleared his throat and began anew.

“Now I believe it’s time to return to station; please take measures against becoming uncoupled from the group,”

“Follow the rules.” Emmet added, grin threatening his cheeks, “Safe driving!”

“All aboard!” They said in unison, and started back down the tunnels.

“Holy shit.” Said Akari.

Ingo didn’t look back as he [idk], “Miss Akari.”

“Yeah. My bad.”

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There was a Pokemon waiting for them at the mouth of the cave, one hand resting on a cocked hip and a single, long feather fluttering in the breeze coming down the river.

“My lady.” Ingo greeted her warmly, unfazed as she invited herself into what was currently his and Emmet’s shared personal space. As had been the case with every individual Emmet had encountered, she gave him a critical once-over and, once she seemed satisfied, looked to Ingo, a visible smirk playing over her features.

“I’m well aware.” He said. The warmth wasn’t gone, but tempered by [fond exasperation]. Perhaps to bury it, he turned in toward Emmet and took a step back, making way for a direct view of their procession. “We are currently hosting several first time passengers. Emmet and Miss Elesa have taken great pains to visit, so please afford them the hospitality you’ve showed me.”

The Pokemon glanced down the line, offered a singular nod, and then back to Ingo, eyes narrowed mischievously.

“I may have misspoken. There are certain hospitalities I don’t believe our guests would appreciate.”

She raised a clawed hand and snickered behind it.

“Yes. Thank you for your patience.” This time, the words rang somewhat hollow-- still fond, but exasperated

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“Wait,” Elesa cut in, a smile beginning to crack her features, “The old man from the Pearl Clan you mentioned…?”

“Perhaps your own eyesight is failing you, hm?” Melli asked, “He hasn’t managed to forget where he is and wander off yet. You should make the most of that.”

Briefly, Emmet glanced to his brother, trying to take a cue from however Ingo might be reacting, and was met with a neutral frown. Unbothered, but also wholly uninterested. This man was difficult patron, perhaps, although no worse than he’d expected to be met with.

“I’ll bite.” [Elesa] “How old are you then, Warden Melli?”

[w/e]

“Mmmhmm. Lemme tell you a little secret,” She said, leaning in and wagging a finger to point between the twins, “Those two? They’re 27 years old.”

Melli followed her gesture [adj], considering what that might imply for himself. “Well. I suppose that proves that not all of us can age gracefully.”

[...]

Elesa watched him go, one brow arched, and, as he vanished into the tunnels, turned to her friends.

“We’re working on your image when we get back to the village.” She told Ingo, not unkindly, “I’m not letting that guy have the last word on this, but you do look like you spend all your time in a cave.”

He spread his hands in a broad shrug, “If I may, the Highlands boast the finest cave systems in all of Hisui.”

“A tunnel connoisseur, I see.” She snorted, before reflecting on her own words and sobering minutely. “Ah.”

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As they crossed the threshold into the village, Akari’s hand shot out and snatched Ingo’s, and she immediately started pulling him towards an enclosure.

“I know we just got here, but I’ve gotta show this off. Can you set up Unown’s Path of Solitude for me?”

“Of course,” He managed, once his brain caught up and kept him from being dragged in her wake. She released him as they reached the pasture, and he turned toward the southern gate, “I’ll be just a moment. Please make any preparations and meet me on the loading platform.”

Emmet immediately made to follow, but Akari snagged the edge of his coat. “Nope. It’s a surprise.” She handed the handful of fabric off to Elesa and held a brief conversation with the woman manning the enclosure, running a thumb over one of the rustic Pokeballs as she returned to them.

There was a sharp whistle to the south, loud enough to make itself known over the din of Nimbasa’s commute; here, it rang clearly across the entire village.

“Battling helped before, so maybe this will do him some good now that you guys are here.”/ “This is just the funniest way to do it.”

[...]

Lords above, Ingo had been trying so hard without even realizing what he was doing. Slinking through cave systems until he could navigate them offhand, raising Pokemon in a culture where humanity teetered on uneasy cohabitation with their neighbors, even hosting a battle facility when the number of returning challengers could be counted on one hand.

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[after the Unown bit, they all ready/swap in for a multi battle]

“You didn’t use Earthquake.” He said, disbelieving, “You’ve been catching Eelektross in the crossfire for years. You chose now to break the streak?”

“It wouldn’t have worked. Gliscor isn’t Haxorus.” Ingo said, and immediately frowned to himself.

Emmet didn’t seem to catch what had happened, “Even now, you understand the source of the malfunction. That leaves one explanation. You have been doing it on purpose.”

“You’re going to have to find a counter strategy someday.”

“Not. If you stop using Earthquake. On the Multi Train.”

“And if someone decides to employ the combination in Doubles? What would you do then?”

“Then they would also affect their own Pokemon. It’s a double edged sword. As you have demonstrated.”

[...]

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, exasperated. “Emmet.”

Emmet did his best to mimic the tone as he [idk] back, “Ingo.”

There was a terse silence. Or so Emmet assumed.

“Wh- wait. Emmet?”

Or… maybe it was confusion?

When he dropped the [not act but idk] and opened his eyes, something had changed-- and not just the fact that Ingo had gone from exasperatedly [w/e] to looking directly at him.

There was a level of comprehension there that, until now, had been missing.

He had exactly two seconds to process that fact. Then Ingo crossed the gap between them at a speed that was frightening, even for a conductor, and lifted him right up off of his feet.

“You are Emmet!”

Ingo was smiling.

Not the usual crinkle of his eyes at a bad joke or [adj] slant of his brows. Not even the faint downturn of the lips that most people would take as mild disappointment. He was beaming up at his twin with a [idk] beyond what Emmet himself saw in the mirror.

Someone sobbed. After a second, Emmet realized he, himself, had been the source.

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“Battle Subway? Like… the Battle Frontier?” / “Are you telling me your Unova’s Frontier Brains?”

Unfortunately, she’d instinctively directed the question toward the twin she was more familiar with, who gave her a dull look.

“You know perfectly well that I’m unable to give that kind of inquiry a satisfactory answer.”

---

“Ingo, honey,” She said, [idk], “You’re the sweetest man I know, but you look like you’re about to carry out a hit for the Sneasel mafia and dispose of the evidence.”

There was a long silence, during which time Ingo tried to puzzle out a response. He eventually landed on, “That’s… just my face.”

“If that was true, Emmet would look like a maniac 24/7.”

“Sometimes the truth is painted on the subway walls, I’m afraid.” He deadpanned.

Whatever Elesa had been about to say was lost to the slow release of air as she tried not to laugh.

“I am beginning to rethink this expedition.”

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #writing scraps

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dirtwig-draws · 2 years

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So...here's what happened: I swapped Zips out from the Arcanine so that Ace would be out against Centiskorch. Unfourtunelty, that was the turn it decided to use Will-O-Wisp. And of course I had given Ace a sharp beak instead of a rawst berry. So Airstream didn't do nearly as much as I'd hoped, and Centiferno trapped him in. There was no way out, so I tried to drop it's Sp. Def. In hindsight, maybe goign with max strike to drop it's speed couldv'e helped? I don't know... At that point I'll admit: I panicked. I sent out Sandy and tried a knock off, but it wasn't enough and flame wheel was a 2-hit. She didn't evolve until after the battle, so she wasn't strong/bulky enough to last. Maybe revenge could've done more, even if it was resisted? Bert was totoaly on me. He didn't need to go down here. In the heat of the moment I forgot Galarian Slowpoke weren't water type, so the flame wheel did a lot more that i thought it would. Otherwise, maybe he would've had enough health/bulk to tank the bug bite? Who knows. Either way, there was nothing I could switch in to save him. Zips, Sandy, and Fren were low, Blinky was boxed, and Clem couldn't take anything from this thing. In the long run, letting Sandy go would've been the smart play. A poison/psychic would've saved me a lot of headaches in the future, moreso that an unevolved machoke would. Either way Zips was fast enough and it was low enough that an electro ball was enough to finish the fight. This fight was awful. So much so that I didn't touch the game for another week after this happened. And you know what? It was all completely avoidable. Not just during the fight, but before. Anyone remember one of my wild area catches from waaaay back? A wingull. WINGULL. Pelliper would've completely walled not just Centiskorch, but possilbe the entire gym. Once I realized that, I felt like a total idiot for a while... Well, this is my first real nuzlocke, so rookie mistakes are par for the course.

#pokemon #pokemon nuzlocke #Sword and Shield #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield nuzlocke #pokemonswordandshieldnuzlocke #Nuzlocke #Nuzlocke Comic #slowpoke #galarian slowpoke #pokemon kabu #Centiskorch #machoke #hattenna #thwackey #pikachu #shellos #dottler

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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 1 year

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Hexad

Word Count: 3000+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Friendship/Crime

Characters: Ice, Heath, Lavana, their Pokemon

Summary: After fleeing Altru Tower, Ice, Heath, and Lavana rush to escape Almia amid the chaos caused by the Incredible Machine's activation. However, in order to make a clean getaway, they'll all have to make amends with the starter Pokemon they've neglected in favor of their criminal careers.

Written for the @captureonzine

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Ice had never considered himself a bad guy. Criminal, definitely. Not nice, sure. But not a bad guy.

Lavana was self-important and more than a little sadistic. Heath, reckless and shortsighted, had never matured much past adolescence. Ice himself was pragmatic more than anything else. At least, that was how Ice had always viewed the Sinis Trio.

Joining Team Dim Sun had been just another practical decision. If someone was going to dominate the world, of course he wanted to do whatever he could to not only be on their side, but be top dog in their ranks. Anybody would want the same thing, and anybody with some backbone would try it.

How could he have foreseen this?

The Incredible Machine should have lived up to its name: granting them all control over the world’s Pokémon, the likes of which nobody had ever imagined. Likewise, Ice had never had a problem with Gigaremos: it just wasn’t efficient to capture, bond with, and train so many Pokémon. So he had traded his Pokéballs for laptops and...heavy little mailbox-coffeemaker-vacuum cleaner looking things.

It was nothing personal. Someone, however, clearly thought otherwise.

“Agh, come on!”

Those black eyes narrowed resentfully at him, before dissolving back into red film and retreating back into the Pokéball.

Okay, maybe trade hadn’t been quite the right word. He’d released his traditionally captured Pokémon upon joining, but of course he’d kept his starter, his partner, through it all, even if he didn’t show her off to his coworkers. Her Pokéball had been tucked protectively into an inside pocket of his coat since the beginning, but that show of loyalty didn’t appear to be enough for her.

“Forget it, Ice!” yelled Lavana, ducking behind Heath as his fist connected with the jaw of a wild Machoke that was trying in a mad rage to pummel them. “We need to go, if you want to hold us back we’ll leave you behind!”

Ice was sure. Fortunately, this was why he was the brains of this outfit.

“Yeah, good luck starting my boat without my keys.” Before Heath could decide that it would be easier to just tear his arms off and take the key, Ice repocketed the Pokéball and bolted through the forest after them. “The dock is this way, let’s move.”

He wondered if this was what it felt like to be a Pokémon under the thrall of a Gigaremo. There was a buzz in the air, a shakiness between his skull and his brain, that made him want to either tear his own head off or punch someone else’s in. No wonder it had made it so easy to sic Pokémon on anyone they pleased: he began to think he’d do anything, obey any command, if only it would relieve this awful feeling in his head.

Without realizing it until it was done, he smacked aside a shrieking Joltik leaping at his face, shuddering at the electric shock it sent through his bones. It would be better once they weren’t out in the open anymore. It had to be.

“There! Go through the bushes, the thick ones on the right! There’s a cave, and we can take the tunnels to the dock!”

Both Heath and Lavana yelled assent, and veered right...into a pile of rocks.

“Ice!” Lavana shrieked, and several Pokémon in the distance shrieked along with her. “Are you screwing with us!”

Ice ground his teeth, looking up at the bellowing Bastiodon knocking rocks around on the mountain ledges. “No. But they might be.”

Heath didn’t waste time squabbling. Upon seeing the boulders blocking their way, he grounded himself in a fighting stance, pulled back one huge fist, and threw his whole body into slamming it into a load-bearing rock near the bottom of the pile. For a moment, Ice was relieved to see his strength.

And that relief evaporated when Heath’s punch only put a shallow crack in the stone, instead of breaking it.

Both he and Lavana let out noises of frustration, but Heath only looked quizzically at his own hands.

“Hmm...is not working. Think I will need stronger fists.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Ice and Lavana said together.

“Good, you agree.”

As his teammate had no pockets in his outfit, Ice wasn’t sure where he could possibly produce a Pokéball from, but produce one Heath did.

“...Oh,” said Ice, intelligently. “So you kept yours too?”

“Of course! Everything I learn about strength, I learn from partner.” Heath rubbed the Pokéball like a genie’s lamp. “I just hope he forgive me for neglect, yeah? Go!”

Heath tossed the Pokéball, and from it burst the last thing Ice had expected.

Well, maybe not the last thing. But an Electric-type wasn’t what he thought Heath would be keeping so close to him.

Lavana looked supremely unimpressed. “A Plusle? Really?”

Heath scratched the little Pokémon between its long red ears, smiling as it squeaked affectionately. “He does not look like much, I know. But he gets through much to be where he is today. He...what is play quote? ‘Though he be but little, he is fierce.’”

Ice swallowed a sigh. “All right. How about you prove it to us?”

“Of course!” Heath bellowed, striking a pose that his Plusle immediately copied. Their show was cut short when a powerful rumbling of the earth made them stumble. All four looked up to the top of the Incredible Machine, and could just make out a white-topped black figure, standing out even against the darkness.

“...Maybe not time to show off. Plusle! Thunder!”

Plusle shrilled assent, and raised its stubby arms. “Pluuuuuu-SLE!”

Ice could smell the static in the air and see Lavana’s hair start to frizz, just before a wicked thunderbolt split the sky and, fortunately, the boulders, too. The stone shattered like glass, and Heath bellowed triumphantly, Plusle shrilling along with him.

“Yes! We still got it, little buddy!”

“Plusle! Plusle!”

Lavana was already tugging on Ice’s sleeve. “Great, wonderful, we can celebrate later, when—”

A blast of sound and malice shook the sky and nearly knocked all four of them off their feet. Ice thought he recognized the silhouette of the Pokémon enveloped in the roiling storm clouds, and he truly, deeply hoped that he was wrong about it. From the looks on Heath and Lavana’s faces, he got the impression that he wasn’t.

“—if we make it out of here,” Lavana amended as they ducked into the mouth of the cave.

It was darker than dark in here, enough to give Ice the impression that if he just reached out and grabbed, he would be holding a fistful of crushed-velvet black. He knew that he knew the way, but guiding his teammates now was more difficult. Usually there was a Pikachu or an Electabuzz he could grab to light his way...

In their stead, Heath’s Plusle was on the job; it darted through their legs to take the lead, letting off Flash after Flash, and Ice immediately saw that there were pros and cons to this:

Pro: they were more than bright enough to light the way forward, and Ice knew he could take it from there.

Con: they were also bright enough to reveal all the Zubat and Sandshrew darting out of crevices and dropping off the ceiling and gunning for them.

Sure, they were small Pokémon, not much of a problem on their own, but a whole horde of them? And Incredible Machine-crazed, to boot? Yeah, this was trouble.

Heath skidded to a stop to command Plusle, calling directions and attacks with every Flash. But while they were busy with Quick Attacks and Thunder Waves, their progression through the cave system had slowed to a crawl. Ice had a brief fantasy of the Pokéball in his coat pocket springing open and its inhabitant leaping to defend him, but it remained stubbornly shut.

Lavana, it seemed, was taking a more proactive approach. One Flash, she was fishing around at the base of her ponytail; the next, she was fixing a Pokéball in her palm with as intimidating a glare as she could.

“Listen, you might be mad at me, but this is more important, all right?”

She tossed the ball to the ground, and when it popped open, out came a sleek and shimmering Ninetales in a graceful pouring of light. Ice couldn’t get a clear look at its face, but its disdain was palpable.

“Don’t give me that. I haven’t made you do anything you didn’t want to, have I? I just need you to light up a little fire so we can get out of this stupid cave, all right?”

She received a spiteful hiss and flourish of tails in her face in response.

“Oh, come on! I’m sorry that I made you stay in your Pokéball for so long, and that I didn’t listen when you tried to tell me Dim Sun was bad news, and that none of their Pokémon food was up to your standards! There, is that enough for you?”

Ninetales sat down and turned its long nose even higher up in the air, even closing its eyes to pretend its Trainer and her predicament didn’t exist.

Lavana stomped her foot in frustration. “Ugh! You’re ridiculous! I don’t know why I even kept you around!”

Ice, finishing up spraying a shrieking Zubat in the face with Repel, took a second to give her a flat look. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any more cooperative Pokémon?”

“Like you and your giant kiddie float can talk! Listen, Ninetales, I...” Lavana huffed and rapidly tapped her foot in a way that most would call irritable, but that Ice recognized as nervous. “If you don’t want to help me, fine, but...would you do it for my teammate’s Plusle over there?”

Ninetales opened its eyes, casting a supercilious glance over its shoulder.

“Yeah, look at it, all tiny and pathetic over there. How long is it supposed to keep this up? Are you really just going to sit there and let it do this all by itself?”

A thoughtful hint of a growl bubbled up from Ninetales’ throat. It considered Lavana’s plea, considered the way Plusle was starting to pant, considered Ice, who was now trying half-blindly to kick an attacking Sandshrew in the face. Fortunately for all of them, it didn’t take very long for it to come to a decision.

A fierce howl reverberated around the cave, and in the blink of an eye it was all awash in pinwheels of fire. Ninetales made short work of the smaller Pokémon nearby, and then lit a smaller, brighter flame, suspending it in the air above its snout like a lantern.

“Attagirl!” crowed Lavana, as they all surged forward again. “Just keep running, we know exactly where we’re going! Ice, tell her where we’re going!”

Ice rolled his eyes, but shared the lead with the Pokémon lighting their way, calling out the directions he had memorized as if he were driving a sled. Down, down, right, left, left, right, hard right, all the way down, and a slight left...

All the while the fire at Ninetales’ paws and Plusle’s electrified little body viciously smacking anything that moved kept their attackers at bay. When they finally burst out of the caves and onto the little crescent of wet sand that Ice had kept prepared for just such an occasion, the freezing night air lashing their skins and the scent of saltwater rushing up their noses. Both Pokémon’s tails flashed burning white, and they shot up in the air to knock the rocks above the opening down, filling up the exit so no human or Pokémon could follow them.

A bit preemptive, but Ice didn’t care: their ride out of Almia was right here. A modest white motorboat, more than big enough for three in his opinion, tied at the end of a short and creaky dock. He liked it well enough, though his teammates seemed to have misgivings.

“Is...so little,” Heath observed, rubbing his chin.

Lavana quirked an eyebrow, and it seemed to Ice that her Ninetales was somehow doing the same. “Are you sure it can get us all the way to the next region?”

“If you’d prefer to swim, be my guest,” said Ice, loping across the beach and down the dock. The boat swayed back and forth when he jumped into it, but it still held strong. “But as soon as I get it running, it’s going, so you better be on it if you want out the easy way.”

He didn’t look behind him as he made for the driver’s seat, but he was pleased to hear both of them and their Pokémon scrambling onboard. He fished the key out of his pants pocket, rammed it into the ignition, and turned it, eagerly awaiting the deep roar of the engine.

Krrrr-errr-err-ru-rur.

Ice’s mouth twisted, and he turned the key again with more vehemence than was really necessary. More puttering and clanking, and the boat still wouldn’t come to life.

His teammates, surprisingly, had the grace to keep quiet as he leapt from the boat. He didn’t miss their judgmental looks, though, as he sloshed through knee-deep water.

It didn’t make sense. No damage to the sides or bottom of the boat that he could see, the motor seemed to be all right, and in any case he had double checked the whole thing just a few days ago, preparing for the Incredible Machine’s activation and all the ways it could (and did) backfire. And yet the boat was inexplicably dead, their hopes of escape dashed just when they had come within reach. Just their luck — just their rotten, awful luck!

Ice swore louder and longer than he ever had in his life, his fist slamming against the side of the boat hard enough to dent it. And what did it matter, anyway? They were screwed, so much more than he had ever intended. He could barely hear the distant blasts in the sky over the scarlet roar of rage in his head.

Heath blinked in surprise, and Lavana just stared: neither of them had seen their leader lose his composure like this before. Even after his faltering on Altru Tower, after that stupid Ranger kid had blundered his way into another victory, he hadn’t betrayed anywhere near so much real emotion.

Ice breathed hard and slow through his nose, scraped knuckles still pressed against the side of the boat: the useless hunk of junk, he figured he ought to call it now.

“...Sorry, guys,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what I overlooked, but...I don’t think we’re getting out of Almia tonight.”

The two glanced at each other — Heath’s Plusle chittering in distress on his shoulder — before Lavana spoke, hesitant for maybe the first time in her life.

“That’s, uh...that’s okay, Ice. But if it’s all the same to you, then...maybe it’s time to try the kiddie float?”

Ice snorted. “Even if that wasn’t the dumbest way possible to bring that up, she wouldn’t listen to me, anyway. Didn’t you see her, back in the forest? She hates me, just like your Ninetales can’t stand you.”

Lavana bit her lip and glanced at the floor of the boat, Ninetales looking almost surprised. Heath put a hand on her shoulder, his fingers thick enough to cover half her upper arm too.

“Ice, might be worth a try. Your starter, correct? Such a special bond, not easily broken.”

Ice couldn’t outright deny it. In the world of Pokémon Trainers, that was as basic a fact as the color of the sky.

“...Fine. But don’t get your hopes up.”

Reluctantly, he took the Pokéball from his coat and threw it into the water.

People sang praises of Lapras’ mild temperament and human-level intelligence, thinking that the former meant that it was universally friendly and forgetting that the latter rendered it capable of anger and grudges beyond that of the average Pokémon. Ice, certainly, was more intimidated by his partner’s glare than he would be by any human.

“...Hey. I...guess you heard about our problem?”

Lapras, floating on the shallow waves, looked back at him cold and unperturbed. He was going to need to do better than that.

“Ah...yeah. I know I screwed up, I know I shouldn’t have left you out. We’re partners: we always have been, and...we always should be. So I promise that I won’t let things get so out of hand again, and that I’ll include you in everything from now on like I should.”

Ice waded the distance between them. Lapras’ glare didn’t soften, but she allowed him to lay his hand on her nose just like always. The thick hide was cold and clammy, but familiar enough to be comforting instead of unsettling.

Always, it brought back the blurry hours of his childhood, splashing through the gray shallows of the lake, trying to catch up with her enough to grab a flipper. Back before he had realized how small and powerless he really was. Before he had hardened and become Ice.

“You’ve got to know I’m not so bad a guy that I’d forget you, right?”

Lapras eyed him harshly for another painfully long moment. The next moment, though, water was splashing up his stomach and there was a hard, damp head nuzzling his chest and face. Ice couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled, but he sure was smiling now.

“...I missed you, too.”

~0~

Much faster than the motorboat, Ice thought, even if it was a bit of a tight squeeze.

Shooting off across the open ocean, they watched the dark mass that was Almia grow smaller and smaller. Through the smoky clouds, Ice thought he could see flashing lights, but didn’t give much thought to what they could be. His only priority was whatever waited for them on the far shore.

He felt quite sure that they would be sticking together, at least for now. His teammates were tucked between the knobs of Lapras’ shell: Heath was stroking Plusle’s ears to soothe them both, and Lavana sat with her knees tucked up to her chest. Ninetales laid with its rear to its Trainer, but was allowing Lavana to tentatively pet a tail.

As for Ice, he laid back against the back of Lapras’ long neck, stroking its side with the backs of his fingers. Soon, Team Dim Sun would be nothing more than a misstep in their past. Whatever they did next in their team of six, he was sure it would be worlds better.

#i had this fic in mind for twelve solid years and this zine FINALLY gave me motivation to write it #pokemon ranger #shadows of almia #kaen's fics

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badmusejail · 2 years

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Giovanni’s Pokemon

Giovanni has, excuse the language, a fuckton of Pokemon, between being many years old, being rich in general, and being the head of an interregional organization that regularly captures / smuggles / etc. rare Pokemon, so this is by no means a comprehensive list, simply one that should cover Pokemon commonly referenced.

Note that this list only seeks to cover Pokemon he explicitly had in his possession for some time, not Pokemon kept by Team Rocket in his name, or any other Pokemon that may be associated with him.

Youth

Giovanni caught a variety of Pokemon during his original journey as he solidified his team and what he wanted to specialize in.

Persian -- Obviously. Found when he was 9 years old and by his side ever since. Beedrill -- Never captured, but an evolved Weedle that mutually respected one another. It still occasionally visits the family estate looking for him. Dustox -- His mother’s, but he used it for a time. Machop -- Evolved into Machoke and traded for the Graveller below, because he felt it would benefit more from a trainer more into the physical arts. Graveller -- Received in a trade for a Machoke, evolving into Golem. Killed in the war by Suicine. Giovanni avoids the evolutionary line in general anymore. Digletts -- He caught two; one was kept and evolved and the other was gifted to a friend. Nidoran -- A variety that he’s caught and bred during this time and throughout the rest of his life. Spearow -- Caught. Had briefly, and released as a Fearow. Giovanni learned the hard way he didn’t like flying.

Early Adulthood / Elite Four

Giovanni didn’t catch as many Pokémon during this time as he was more busy with optimizing his own team and relationship with his own Pokemon, managing his own life, and helping the region.

Nidoran -- Giovanni continued breeding Nidoran throughout this time. Weepinbell -- Caught as a theoretical counter to his team’s weakness, but ended up just sending it home instead. Magikarp -- Of course he was tempted by the power of a Gyarados, but decided against it.

Post-War

With his primary team of Pokemon confiscated, Giovanni needed to strategize something new to continue with his goals. He did eventually recover his original Pokemon.

Nidoran -- Though his primary Pokemon were gone, he still had the ones he was using for research and breeding, and put more effort into evolving and optimizing their movesets. Rhyhorn -- Giovanni captured a few Rhyhorn as one of Team Rocket’s first initiatives, planning to eventually use them to storm the base where his own, and many others’, Pokemon were being stored. Clefairy -- Giovanni was very interested in the new Fairy-type appearing in the Pokemon and particularly their potential use against Dragon-type. Unfortunately they proved too shy and cheerful to be particularly useful in these endeavors; they made a nice profit, though. Magnemite -- A gift from Surge. Giovanni doesn’t really like it but reluctantly lets it hang around. Bagon -- Looking for a means to end Lance’s reign and finally exploring the nearby regions, catching a Bagon was high on his list. He found himself too disgusted to train it, though, and shuffled it off to a grunt. Xatu -- Respecting the power of the Psychic-type, Giovanni was very interested in exploring their capabilities more. He caught Xatu to start, but mostly put it aside as other affairs became more important.

Leaving Team Rocket

After Giovanni left Team Rocket after his defeat by Red, he sat aside a majority of his Pokemon in order to try to reformulate--let go of past biases, find what went wrong with his strategies and become stronger.

Bellossom -- Gift from a grunt. Giovanni held onto it but eventually gave it to someone else when Team Rocket was reformed.

Spoink -- Gift from a grunt who couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t evolving. Giovanni didn’t have any luck with it either (and also wasn’t trying) and passed it on to someone else in exchange for a favor.

Snom -- Stolen from an abusive trainer as a trainer, Giovanni earned its trust and evolved it into a Frosmoth. It’s a bit friendlier with him than he’d like, but he has a soft spot for it. (It makes a good air conditioner.)

Weavile -- He captured it as a good counter to Psychic and Ghost-types, but found it too rowdy for his tastes and eventually gave it to a grunt to take care of. Drifblim -- He captured it because it wouldn’t get out of his face. Later sold it. Hippopotas, Camerupt, Mudbray -- Captured for his personal collection of Ground-types. The Mudbray was later evolved; all are kept aside in care. Ambipom -- Purchased simply because he hadn’t heard of the evolution before. Galarian Pontya -- Captured and later evolved because he found the power of the Pokémon to be appealing.

Return to Team Rocket / Rainbow Rocket

Returning to Team Rocket saw him put less emphasis on personally catching and training Pokemon and mostly returning to the Ground-types he’s familiar with. That being said, there remains a few special ones that he sought out and handled personally.

Deoxys -- Successfully captured the Pokemon but taming it is a work-in-progress. For now it mostly roams free and occasionally shows up. He’s playing it safe this time because the last thing he wants to do is piss off an alien Pokemon and ruin his chances of harnessing its power entirely. Mewtwo -- Finally achieved his dreams of holding the Pokemon’s power as his own...somewhat, at least. By bribing it to fight alongside him, as being a captured Pokemon does have its perks.

#|| GIOVANNI | the bad boss.#|| GIOVANNI | HEADCANON | stubborn as the earth with goals as lofty as the sky.#((work in progress but i wanted the behemoth done

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yama951 · 2 years

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Pastoria Settlement, Crimson Mirelands, Hisui Region, 1804 AC

The Diamond Clan was very friendly, in Dawn’s opinion, then again they were so sure that she came from the future and really wanted to know about it. She did try to make excuses, from being busy with her actual work for the Galaxy Team to the fact that written records lasted longer, stayed more accurate and easily spread around so there won’t be a lot of Diamond Clan records of who married who or where hidden riches were to be found to telling them that she’s not a native of Pastoria to the fears of time paradoxes and future shock, which they surprisingly already thought of and understood as an idea, which in hindsight made sense for the worshippers of time to try to understand how it all works.

Luckily the Miyamizu family let her stay with them while she was in the Mirelands. Unlike the rest of the nosy Diamond Clan members, the Miyamizus didn’t ask her about the future. Futaba wasn’t interested in knowing who she’ll marry, wanting to keep it a surprise. Hitoha, on her part, was of the opinion that learning of the future would either prevent it from happening or forcing it to happen and she didn’t want to risk either situation. Better to live in the present than some future that may or may not happen.

Rei visited a few times in the weeks she stayed at the Mirelands, helping out the Galaxy Team set up the base camps.

It was during one of his visits when they were exploring the future Great Marsh that they met Calaba, who was in a grouchier mood given the robbery of a large chunk of the ancient mural she cleaned and maintained in her free time.

Volo joined them when he heard that an ancient Celestica ruin was robbed. He was honestly pissed off, almost brimming with murderous intent in her opinion.

The four soon found the bandits responsible and managed to chase them off after defeating their pokemon. They then carried the large mural chunk slowly and carefully together.

“Ugh, how did the Miss Fortune sisters manage to get this all the way to their camp?” Rei muttered.

“Are you sure we can’t use our pokemon to carry it?” Dawn asked.

“And damage it even further? This is a thousand, maybe even two thousand, year old history you are holding and I swear to Almighty Sinnoh if the mural becomes unreadable because of negligence.”

“Warden Calaba, please, I have a machoke. I’m sure he’ll be extra careful.” Dawn begged, her arms getting numb from all the group lifting. Calaba just snorted at that.

“Fine, fine, even I have to watch my health at my age.” she said as Dawn called out her machoke and he easily lifted it up. Everyone else sighed in relief. “Honestly, that Coin, when did she turn bandit and abandon the Pearl Clan…” she muttered to herself. She then glanced at the machoke, giving a stern glare at the pokemon. The machoke became nervous, standing up even straighter. “If you drop or damage the mural, I will use you as a naginata training dummy, you hear.”

“M-ma machoke!”

Calaba simply huffed and led the way back to the ruin as the sun slowly set and guided the machoke to where to put back the missing chunk of the mural on the stone wall.

The machoke sighed in relief as nothing bad happened while Dawn patted his back.

“I wonder what the mural says.” Rei asked as the four glanced at the restored ancient mural.

“I have some knowledge of ancient writing.” Volo suggested with a finger waggle.

“Oh sure, ignore the old woman who spent her life maintaining the mural and worked as the warden of Ursaluna. I’m sure she has no idea what it says and just likes the pretty shapes on the wall.” Calaba sarcastically said.

“Well, I’m sure you have a much more accurate translation of the ancient writing, honored elder.” Volo said with a smile and a slight bow to Calaba.

“... you need to work on your back sass if you want to give an underhanded insult without people noticing. I’m sure you’ll have more time to train on customers.”

Volo’s grin turned strained.

“R-right. Thank you for the advice.”

“Anyway, the words of the mural is this. ‘All lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive’. I’ve read this passage many, many times, and I thought I understood the fullness of its meaning.” Calaba’s face turned softer as she glanced at Rei, Dawn, Volo, and even Dawn’s machoke still kneeling on the ground. “I thought it only applied to within the Pearl Clan, our partner pokemon and the Celestica people, and perhaps out towards the Diamond Clan, but perhaps the true meaning of the words is much more vast and inclusive than that.” she then sighed. “Now come on, all of you,” she faced the machoke, “Yes, you too. I should reward you all with something, and I’m sure my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter would be delighted for a surprise visit under my volition this time. Maybe my son Wabisuke came back from Jubilife Village today with all those foreign toys he loves to tinker with.” she said as she made everyone head back to the Pastoria settlement before it became dark.

“Hey, wait, isn’t this the Miyamizu yurt?” Dawn pointed out as the door opened.

“Granny? Now this is a surprise.” Futaba said.

“Hello there Futaba. Is your mother around?” Calaba said as she entered the yurt. “We’re here to celebrate with a hearty meal. Some bandits try to make off with a fragment of the mural I kept clean all these years but we all managed to chase them off and get it back. And so I’m treating them all with dinner and hospitality for the night.”

Futaba chuckled at that.

“Come in, come in.” she said to Rei, Volo, and Dawn’s machoke. “Mother’s weaving a linking cord at the moment but please, stay for dinner at least.”

“Well, one can’t say no to free food.” Volo said with a grin as they entered the yurt and had dinner. They even called out their pokemon to help with the cooking and join in eating.

It was all quite soft and cozy, in Dawn’s opinion, as they all ate together and eventually had fun after eating. She even watched Futaba and Calaba play some rounds of koi-koi before she walked around to find Hitoha finishing off a linking cord.

“I see you’re having fun.” she said with a grin as Dawn became rather interested at the cords and the many colored threads in making them. “First time you saw a linking cord, Dawn?”

“Yeah, well, they’re still being made in my time but they never really do what the stories said they do.”

“And what would that be? Connecting one’s true love perhaps? I don’t know when that started but somehow a plain red linking cord became a symbol of true love, beyond the span of time, or space as the Pearl Clan would say. Yellow cords for friendship, blue for family ties…”

“I… I should write that down. It’s the first time I've heard of that for colors other than red. I mean the stories that it evolve certain pokemon.”

“Oh? But they do. As long as you put your heart and soul into the cord when you give it to your pokemon, they will evolve. As my mother-in-law would say, ‘all lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive’, the linking cord is the manifestation of that. As long as the meaning of the cords is remembered, then it would work in evolving those four pokemon, machoke, kadabra, graveler, and haunter. Many wise men and women wondered why these four evolved by such an act. Some say they represent the body, mind, will, and spirit, respectively. Others say that they evolve by the act of forming strong bonds with one another. One story said that a couple’s shared kadabra evolved into an alakazam after bringing enough letters back and forth between them despite the vast distances separating them. Do you want one for your machoke? It might be a bit intensive but I think it’s better to make them by hand than to just buy it off and hope that it works.”

“I do want one. I need to fill out the pokedex somehow. But yeah, linking cords doesn’t work in my time. It’s something that mostly happens when they get traded through specialized machines. I wonder if it’s due to the Marsh Plague making the old stories disappear.” Dawn said before she covered her mouth. “P-please don’t tell anyone in the clan.”

“I won’t. Change is something we all must accept after all. I won’t be surprised if the whole settlement decides to move from our current spot. It tends to happen every generation or so.”

“Well, the Pastoria City I know was settled south from here, south of the marsh, since the area has the ingredients necessary to cure the Marsh Plague, ironically. They would use the same ingredients in curing an even worse plague that went global some years later.” Dawn said, though Hitoha made no comment on that.

“You can pick the colors if you want.” she said, letting Dawn pick among the various threads.

“Hmm, gray, black, red, and, hmm, yellow or brown… let’s go with yellow.”

“Now, sit in front of the spare loom and repeat after me.” Hitoha said as the two then started weaving their linking cords.

“I’m sure that if you put your spirit through the cord as you make it, it will help your machoke evolve. It’s not the only legend attributed to the linking cord. Among the Diamond Clan, a linking cord is said to tie together moments of time, to help remember old memories, usually happy times. Both clans use it for marriage ceremonies, though the meaning behind them is different. While to the Diamond Clan, it’s to remember the joy and vows made, for the Pearl Clan, it’s to keep the bond of the married couple strong no matter how far separated they become. My wedding was an eclectic mix of both clan traditions.” she said with a grin. She then sighed.

“It is sad to hear that the meaning behind the linking cord gets lost in due time. It will happen eventually but still, to hear the proof of it is different from having an idea of it in one’s mind. But at least the meaning survives in a different form. Maybe the same could be said of the Diamond Clan, if this Marsh Plague were to hit us that badly…”

“I… I don’t know. The Marsh Plague struck the Diamond Clan, the Great Blizzard struck the Pearl Clan, the Great Jubilife Fire destroyed most of the Galaxy Team’s written records… a lot of stuff gets lost. Though Captain Cyllene did make her own records and passed them down. I mean, will do it. She hasn’t written anything down yet.”

“Well, did anything happen to holy Michina? They have their own records.”

“The records are extensive but I don’t recall anything happening to Michina Town…” Dawn then paused and tilted her head down in realization. “We could have put a separate set of records in Michina Town…”

“I don’t want to give your hopes up, especially given how far back the Michina records are and how there’s not many people there to keep track of everything and prevent time from damaging them.”

Dawn sighed as she returned to her weaving.

“You got a point there, but it still doesn’t hurt to try.”

Hitoha simply nodded in agreement as the two weaved.

A few days later, Dawn and Rei were doing their survey work when a space-time distortion struck nearby. It was a surreal sight as a bubble of warped space-time appeared.

The duo entered the distortion and explored.

“What sort of pokemon is that?” Rei muttered as they saw what looked like pink and blue shapes.

“Those are porygon. But, they weren’t even created yet.” Dawn muttered out in shock.

“Space-time distortion.”

“Right, right, should we catch it? I mean, they’re not from this time period.”

“True, but you said you were tasked to catch all pokemon in Hisui. I don’t think there’s an exception to it, right?”

Dawn sighed.

“You got a point there. I still say this is going to be a headache for the future though.” Dawn said as she then went to catch the various porygon.

As they headed out with their satchels full of various stuff and newly caught porygon, they found an interesting device within the distortion.

“Wait, is that a vending machine?” Dawn muttered at the sight. “You know what,” she muttered as she called out her machoke. “Machoke, pick that up and let’s head out.”

They soon got out of the distortion before it vanished. Rei looked at Dawn and the strange box-like machine. It looked odd, a strange blend of natural and unnatural. It has a wooden appearance mixed with odd black and white materials with a covered indent near the bottom side and a glowing white rectangular area that covers most of the area above the hole.

“So, why did you decide to pick up… whatever that’s supposed to be?”

“It’s a vending machine, I think. It’s basically a device that sells snacks, well, usually snacks. You pay for what you want and you get the snack out of it from the bottom flap area.” Dawn said as she looked at it closer. “Though, it doesn’t look like a vending machine I know.” she then touched the glowing rectangle and images and letters appeared on it.

Aniseed City Public Autocook, ready for use

Dawn looked at it in shock as they saw various food stuff, a few known and most unknown, being shown on the screen.

“Uh, put it down. I want to test this.” Dawn said as her machoke put it down, curious as well. Looking around, Dawn began pressing on the keyboard on the screen.

POTATO MOCHI

She then pressed enter and they watched as a paper plate full of cooked potato mochi with wooden chopsticks was seemingly printed out from the bottom indent in what looked like a silvery cloud that vanished once it finished making the meal. The translucent flap then slid up and the three looked at the potato mochi in silence.

“It’s a replicator… a food replicator… this is… this is wow… Of all the things it could be, it’s a highly advanced food replicator. It’s like something from Barry’s sci-fi shows.”

“Dawn… you’re starting to freak me out here. Is it bad or is it good?” Rei asked, not wanting to pull the plate of potato mochi out.

“Well, it’s good in the sense that with this, hunger and starvation is now nonexistent. It can literally make whatever food it could give, with enough material and I think this accepts organic trash in making it. It’s bad since it’ll destroy any need for farming and cooking until it breaks…” Dawn said as she pulled out the plate and took a bite of the potato mochi. “It’s good! Try it.” Rei and her machoke ended up eating one and a look of awe graced their faces.

“H-how does it taste this good? This is amazing!”

“I know! This is something from the future, even ahead of my time!”

The two soon called out their pokemon and camped out, trying out more food from the replicator for everyone to enjoy.

Soon, Rei dropped the paper plates, cups, and utensils down the trash chute on the replicator’s side. A familiar buzzing was heard for a moment or two.

“It could cook steaming hot noodles and cold ice cream from nothing… you weren’t kidding this would put Beni out of business.”

Dawn sighed as she carried her starter, rowlet, who was cooing happily at a big meal.

“Now the only question is what to do with it. We can’t have Jubilife Village have it, as much as I want to bring it in my house. It’ll disrupt everything and it’ll only cause trouble if it breaks down and no one knows how to cook or farm at that point.”

“We can’t give it to the clans either. It’ll mess with the balance of power between them.” Rei added.

“And having machoke carrying it around would just cause questions.”

“Hmmm, how about Volo? Doesn’t he have a wagon we could use to store it?”

“Well, as long as the Gingko Guild doesn’t question it perhaps. We could say it’s mine but Ginter might bring it to my house… wait, is Ginter selling other Rotomtech appliances?”

“Uh, I think so. Before I headed here, I heard he was selling a mechanical box…”

“Excellent. I bet the entire set ended up here, so it won’t be too weird that I decided to buy something Volo found from a distortion? I’ll probably have to pay him to help cover it up. Hopefully he’ll agree to it. We just need to bring this to the wagon… at the Diamond Clan settlement…”

“I could go ahead and have him go here.” Rei suggested.

“That’s good. Luckily we’re far off from the marsh so the wagon won’t get stuck, hopefully. I’ll wait right here then.”

Rei soon headed off and Volo soon arrived with the wagon come nightfall. Of course, he too ended up trying out the prospect of free food, even printing out some Galaran curries for him and his pokemon.

“No offense to Beni but he needs to expand his dish selection.” Volo said as he ate up his steaming plate of spicy plenty-of-potato curry, which he then chugged down on some ice cold moomoo milk. “And this is available for anyone to use in the future?”

“It called itself a public autocook, so it’s likely to be accessed by anyone. Though it’s ahead of even my time. I never heard of Aniseed City, so it likely hasn’t even been founded in my time. Instead of starvation, I guess the bigger problem in the future would be being overweight.” Dawn said with a chuckle as they rested by a campfire.

Volo glanced at the food replicator, looking oddly wistful.

“I’ll put it in my wagon, for free if possible. If someone were to ask, I’ll say that you bought something I found and asked me to carry it around for you.”

“You’re just saying that to get free food on the trip.”

Volo chuckled, not denying it.

“Better me than Ginter, that's for sure.”

“Or Beni. If Beni hears of this, he’ll probably try to stab it and break it, and I don’t want to know what happens if it gets ripped open. Worst case scenario, Hisui gets melted down into silvery paste before it spreads to the rest of the planet, gray goo scenario.”

“You make it sound like there’s a legendary pokemon in the box.” Rei commented as he sat down with a plate of chocolates he printed from the autocook.

“It’s really advanced technology and things tend to go wrong if you mess with them. Though I do fear that breaking it would release nanites, uh, the silvery cloud that makes the food in the slot.”

“You seem to know how it works despite it being in your future.” Volo pointed out.

“The idea was around, though usually in shows rather than an actual thing.”

“You should watch those futurism videos on Dawn’s phone. The ideas there are insane. Like, breaking down the sun for enough fuel and resources for civilization to live beyond the sun’s normal lifespan.”

“... the sun has a lifespan?” Volo asked, eyes wide in a dumbfounded expression.

“Yeah, I feel like I messed up Rei’s head by showing him that channel on Vidtube…”

“Oh come on. It’s an opportunity to learn about the world no one else could get.”

“Now you’re making me curious.”

“Do you want all the answers given to you on your lap or do you want to go out there and find it for yourself?” Dawn asked Volo, which he found to be surprisingly difficult to answer.

“On one hand, practically all the answers that I want to know. On the other hand, where’s the fun and challenge in that?”

“On the third hand, you’ll probably learn more about your descendant given that she studies the ancient Celestica civilization.” Dawn added.

“And on the fourth hand, that means I would be plagiarizing from my wonderful great-something-granddaughter.”

Rei snickered at that.

“Yeah, I would suggest not messing around with your descendants. I’m fifteen yet learning that I’ll have a descendant, meaning that I’ll get married and be a father at some point in the future? That’s still very mind boggling.”

Dawn couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize how that would have looked for you!”

“Nah, nah, don’t be. Besides, you did say that the Great Fire destroyed the records so I still don’t know who I’ll marry in the future anyway, so that’ll be a nice surprise.”

“I have to agree at how mind boggling it is wrapping around the fact that I’ll eventually get married and settle down to have a family.” Volo said with a wistful look as he glanced down on his plate. “It’s the last thing I expected I would do, given my plans and all.” he then glanced at the autocook. “Still, the fact that hunger and starvation itself would be solved in the coming centuries does give one hope…”

“Yeah, things tend to get better in the future, despite the bumpy road. As long as we strive for it, a better future will come eventually. We just need to work together rather than let someone with a great man complex mess it all up with their insane plans.”

“Like Cyrus and his discount Galaxy Team?” Rei added.

“Discount Galaxy Team?” Volo asked. Dawn just shrugged.

“I wasn’t there when it happened. I was off looking for human ghosts in a haunted mansion in the woods for a week.”

“I wonder if the lack of a self-preservation instinct is in the blood given that Akari loves to ride on pokemon and your mom apparently races on a rhyhorn.” Rei interjected.

“Shush. Now, Cyrus was a smart and rich guy. He built various machines and cofounded Rotomtech, the various mechanical devices in that glarish red color Ginter found is their products. He then founded Team Galactic, probably based on his ancestor Cyllene’s records of the Galaxy Team. At first it was all about space exploration, but I guess he lost sight of the human element. When my friends and I started on our pokemon journey when we were ten, my friends ended up fighting against Team Galactic in their plans of taking control over Palkia and Dialga, the legendary pokemon of space and time respectively, and using them to remake reality so that emotion doesn’t exist. From what Lucas and Barry told me, they actually ran out of time. A hole appeared over Mount Coronet and the sky turned red. Cyrus managed to succeed in opening up his new world. But then Giratina popped out and stopped him, freeing Palkia and Dialga from the red chains and dragged him into the Distortion World. Cynthia chased after him through and she came back with Giratina. No one knew what happened to Cyrus after that. Team Galactic got disbanded, their members arrested, a lot of unethical experiments were discovered, which is very interesting in horrific and gruesome ways,” Dawn said with an excited grin, “Like, various indoctrination and mind control stuff, even attempts at a human hive mind, so the whole eliminate emotion thing wasn’t something Cyrus did for funsies. I went on a buneary hole reading up on all the stories and I lost sleep over the resulting nightmares of being subjected to an experimental nerve stapling for a week or two.”

Rei and Volo turned pale at that.

“It did make me wonder if they expanded on the experiments to the metaphysical, like soul manipulation but the good news is that they never used ghost types or magic rituals on their grunts so, yeah.”

“Well, that ruined my appetite.” Volo said as he went to give his remaining curry to one of his pokemon.

Dawn awkwardly chuckled.

“Too much information?”

“Way too much.” Rei agreed.

In the end, Volo agreed to keep the food fabricator in his wagon. The fact that it appeared to be solar powered helped in a way.

Dawn and Rei then continued their field work when Calaba asked Dawn for help. Lord Ursaluna seemed to have been angered recently and she feared that he was frenzied like Lord Kleavor.

Dawn wanted to do it herself but Rei pushed against it, wanting to be a part of battle this time.

“He’s not frenzied like Lord Kleavor.” Dawn commented. “He’s not glowing gold.”

“So, easier to stop?” Rei added as they hid behind the bushes.

“Well, there’s no league rules to stop us…” Dawn added before she sighed. “Fine, we’ll do this together. I’ll take the front, you’ll go from behind.”

“Right.”

And the duo managed to stop Lord Ursaluna, only to find that the reason for his raging was a rather strong pollen allergy.

“I don’t understand…” Calaba said as she petted Lore Ursaluna once he was given some medicine. “It’s not spring. Where would such strong pollen come from?”

“A grass type pokemon perhaps?”

“Hmm, Lady Lilligant is a grass type…”

“We should check on her next. Who and where’s the warden for her?” Dawn asked.

“That would be Arezu. Last I heard, she went to Jubilife Village to learn from the hairdresser. She might have come back recently. Might need to check on that.”

Returning to the Pastoria settlement to ask about Arezu, they learned that she went into the marsh and hasn’t returned. The trio then headed out, worried, with lanterns ready.

Dawn found her, unconscious near an alpha parasect.

Fortunately, Rei helped her in fighting the alpha pokemon and Warden Calaba carried Arezu out to safety on Lord Ursaluna.

“What were you thinking, Arezu? Right into an alpha parasect’s territory like that?” Calaba nearly shouted as Rei applied some first aid on Arezu’s leg.

“We need to bring her to the village. I think her leg got fractured from the alpha parasect. Captain Preselle would know what to do.”

“No, please-” Arezu muttered out through the pain from her leg.

“You’re lucky your leg didn’t break and we found you in time.” Calaba said as they rode on Lord Ursaluna to the Pastoria settlement.

“Please understand, I needed to make the balms for Lady Lilligant! She got struck by lightning and I heard of what the Galaxy Team did to quell Lord Kleavor, so I thought I could quell my lady’s frenzy by myself.”

“Don’t worry, Warden Arezu.” Dawn began. “We’ll do it. You need to get better.” Dawn said with a smile as Volo soon drove the wagon with Arezu on it to Jubilife Village.

Adaman decided to join in helping with the balms for Lady Lilligant.

“I know that look.” Rei began. “You were going to do it all by yourself.”

“Please Rei. I don’t want to see you die. The phone reversed time twice but it only did so when I was going to die.”

“I’m sorry, did you say your device reversed time!?” Adaman nearly shouted as he was carrying the basket of balms as they headed to the Brava Arena. Dawn sighed.

“Yeah, it happened twice with Lord Kleavor. It won’t accept me from failing, or at least dying. The second attempt… had Rei get slashed through his waist before I died. It’s the reason why I wanted to do this by myself-” Dawn said before Adaman placed his hand on Dawn’s shoulder.

“Dawn. Even though you have been blessed by Almighty Sinnoh to be an exception to Time’s relentless march forward, to face death again and again isn’t healthy. The will of mortals is different from the will of the gods, and mortal wills break more easily.”

“Don’t worry. It’s been a month and a half since Lord Kleavor got frenzied and I was made to do some mandatory rest afterwards.”

“Even still…”

“Adaman, Rei, I know you’re worried, but I don’t want you to get hurt alright. If you’ll stay away, you’ll stay safe.”

“Do not let your mind fall into the question of what could be, for you will only spiral into fear and madness. Even if you do experience us being hurt, you would end up reverting back in time to before we started. In that case, those timelines of failures were undone. The Adaman and the Rei in those times of failure do not matter in the end. It’s better if we were with you in the times of success than in the times of failure. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

“I won’t take no either, Dawn. You need someone to help you.” Rei said.

In the end, it took four tries.

In the first, Lady Lilligant went for Dawn’s throat.

In the second, Rei was thrown sideways to a tree and couldn’t move his legs, likely due to a broken spine, and Dawn jumped to protect him from Lady Lilligant’s kick.

In the third, Adaman lost an arm by her grass blades and Dawn had to tackle the frenzied noble despite the resulting thousand cuts.

In the fourth, all three managed to dodge the attacks and throw enough balms to quell the frenzied noble. Golden light bursted out and floated up into the smaller grayish dark teal crack in the sky above the arena before it vanished.

Dawn couldn’t help but hug Adaman and Rei both, crying despite their words of comfort.

When Dawn retold the three failed attempts on the way back, Adaman, as the leader of the Diamond Clan, told Dawn to rest for a week and that he would send a message to Commander Kamado of what happened and his decision to make her rest after the traumatic period, house arrest at the Miyamizu yurt if it was necessary.

“Don’t forget that I went back in time and moved in space.” Dawn pointed out in realization at Adaman as she rested at the Miyamizu yurt, using the time to finish her linking cord.

“Oh, of course I would tell Irida that Almighty Sinnoh gave their blessing to their champion by reversing time for them to try again.”

“And moving me back to the entrance of the arena each time.”

“Details.” Adaman said with a grin before he left.

Rei then arrived.

“Well, the commander agreed to you having at most a week off from field work. Personally, I think it’s a headache to deal with the fact that I technically died twice now, or would have died.” he said as he pulled out a journal. “Well, since you’re here to recuperate from what happened, I did some flower pressing. There was a distortion nearby and I found odd foods in this fake metal wrapping and I want you to tell me if it’s alright to eat.” he said as he pulled out some chocolate bars and some chips.

“These are snacks. The ones I was hoping for from the vending machine that wasn’t a vending machine.” Dawn said as she gave an oranguru bar to him. “You can have this one. I’m not much of a fan of raisins.” she said as she opened up a bag of potato chips. “Hmm, it’s been way too long since I had these. They’re not healthy to eat a lot of but still, comfort food. Try some potato chips, it’s barbecue flavored.”

“Oh, wow, those are some flavors, and these are really thin slices of potatoes.”

“Yeah, if memory serves, some time in the 1850’s at Unova, someone would go to an inn and annoyed the cook that the potato slices weren’t sliced thin enough and kept returning them until the cook sliced them very thin and fried them before serving it to the guy. And that’s how potato chips came to be.”

“So many ways to cook a potato.”

“Yup, mash them, boil them, stick them in a stew.” Dawn sang a bit, much to Rei’s amusement.

“Don’t tell me there’s a song about how many ways one could cook potatoes.”

“Nah, that’s from a show about the intrigues of the Unovan monarchy. There’s been a lot of shows about it though, so I couldn’t recall the exact one. Game of Stones? The Houses of the Dragon? The Tale of Two Kings?”

“Uh, Dawn?” Rei asked as he pulled out a golden ticket from his oranguru bar. “What’s this?” Dawn blinked at the sight, recalling something about an old candy contest in Alola that made the historical community riot. She didn’t read why there was a sudden fight among historians about a candy wrapper. She’d been meaning to read the article but kept putting it off. And then she was sent to the past so that was a moot point.

“Looks like you won something, if you manage to have that for a century or two.”

Rei snorted at that.

“I’ll glue it on my journal. Maybe my descendant would enjoy whatever it is that I won.”

That night, far off in the distance, an off pair of twins with grayish dark teal bowl cut hair wearing a pair of opposite colored baneful fox masks chuckled at each other.

They glanced down at the Brava Arena as the empty place began to crack in grayish dark teal light. The cracks in reality became ghostly smudges, revealing pruned timelines. Adaman missing an arm, Rei crashing at a tree and falling with a broken spine, Dawn choking on her shattered throat. The echoes of failed timelines then flowed towards the twins, empowering them.

“More power for the master.”

“Which one?”

“Heh, not Euthymia’s Fool, that's for sure.”

The twins chuckled at each other as they, the ghostly smudges, and the grayish dark teal cracks in reality vanished in fading balls of light, as if it never were.

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