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The kid is small.

Probably eight, or nine. Somewhere between those two terminals.

He has heard of them of course - through hushed whispers between guards and villagers while the Commander and the Captain handled them.

Something about that age tells Emmet that it's not quite the right time for them to be going around the place like that, as far as he knows; then again, other regions might let children that young engage in this vague, character-shaping quest he can't quite remember the details of.

He is a foreigner, after all.

When they first arrive to the gate, he takes in just how tiny they are.

All swaddled nice and cozy in the large survey corps jacket that drowns them, with a nice red scarf stuffed into it and a hat that the Professor must have put on their little head to shelter their eyes from the sun, sitting snuggly on the handkerchief keeping their bangs out of their face.

They hold the Professor's hand tight, trying to hide behind him.

"Hello," Emmet smiles nicely at them, bowing a little. His wide hat tilts with his head: "I am Emmet. What's your name?"

They mumble something that sounds like either Okehri or Acrei.

"What a nice name." he nods honestly. He remains tilted forward a little: "I can take you wherever you like."

That's only partially a lie -- because he knows the sentence was a test to be performed in the Obsidian Fieldlands, but he could indeed easily escort them wherever they would ask - rather easily too.

After a pause, they speak a little louder: "I want to go home."

Hmmm. That might be hard.

What with having fallen from the sky and all.

He sits - with a little difficulty, due to his bad leg - on his heels.

"Do you know where it is?" he asks.

"Twinleaf," they answer.

"Do you know where Twinleaf is?"

They mumble a moment.

"Near the Lake," they reply, "The one that's... Not the cold one. Near, hm. Forest."

"Aaah," Emmet nods: "Lake Verity."

They nod back at him.

"That's a verrry dangerous place," he comments. The way he rolls his Rs makes them smile a little bit. "I can take you there! But first, you need to train hard so you can be safe. The Obsidian Fieldlands are a good place to start. The Lake is close, too. So you can still see from the shore."

That is a good enough compromise; the child nods.

"Very well!" Emmet straightens up so stiffly and suddenly that Okayri laughs a little at how cartoonish it looks, arms springing into position as they point to the horizon behind them: "All aboard!"

A hand lowers and opens for them to take: "Please do not become uncoupled from me."

The kid's hand is small and warm.

Twinleaf... What a strange feeling it gives him, to think about it as they walk to the camp. Twin leaf.

"I had a twin," he says, and doesn’t go on.

Acory hums in reply, and doesn’t go on.

Emmet is verrry grateful that they don't question his use of the past tense.

Mistress Calaba’s foul mood was the first thing that clued her in on something not being quite right.

The next thing was, of course, seeing those brigands trying to sneak back to their camp without noticing her, carrying around a large slab of stone.

Then there was a little kid looking very scared as the Miss Fortunes cornered them and threatened them with a three-against-one battle, and at that point Elesa had quite enough of them already.

Clover yips when a huge metal shell knocks her Abosmasnow straight out, her and Coin turning around in genuine terror as Goodra unfurls before the very mesmerized child they tried attacking; when their eyes meet Elesa’s, they struggle to regain their fiersome snarls at the positively furious glare the foreigner shoots right at them.

Charm remains collected, of course.

“You again?” she groans, annoyed.

Grabbing her younger sister’s arms, she turns Coin back to the kid: “You take care of that runt,” she orders while her Rhydon growls at the dragon: “I’ll make sure to cut down this fake diamond once and for all.”

Good luck with two Pokémon weak to Steel, Elesa quips back in her mind.

It’s not even a fair fight, honestly. It takes no time at all for her to handle the oldest, no matter how angry she might be or how loudly Clover encourages her.

More importantly, the child -- oh!

She’s rather pleasantly surprised to see Croagunk fall to the ground just before slinking back into Coin’s Pokéball.

The three brigands blabber something that frankly doesn’t matter and disappear, so livid at their defeat that they abandon their loot, and Elesa looks the little kid over to assess any kind of damage that could have been done to them.

They seem pretty alright from what she can see, if rather shaken.

She searches for a potion to help heal their partners, but they already have quite a few; she passes them instead a sweet Nanab Berry, to steady their nerves.

“Thank you,” they mumble very quietly and a little embarassed.

Their cheeks are a little red when they hide in their scarf.

She waves gently to assure them everything is alright. With a stick, she writes her name down in the soft ground for them to read.

They squeeze their eyes a little: “El- El-e-sa.”

She nods, and points at them inquisitively.

The kid gives a little ‘oh!’ and answers with a mouthful of munched berry to muffle their words: Kroei, or Akme, or Ecoli.

She still gives them a thumbs up.

Pointing at the Pokéball peeking from their bag she makes a motion with her arms, as if to say: Your team is strong!

They sway their whole body happily, flustered.

Once the berry has completely disappeared in their tummy and the shock has passed, they try to lift the slab of rock on their own; Elesa grabs it for them, holding it against her back almost without breaking a sweat, and they look at her in awe for a moment, mouth agape.

She tilts her head, nodding towards it a little: What now?

They point to the other shore: “It’s for the old lady,” they explain.

Ah, that makes sense. No wonder the warden was so upset today...

Following their lead, Elesa glaldy helps them take the slab back to where it rightfully belongs.

She finds herself sad that the kid is so young.

They can’t challenge her yet.

Old man Ginter told her to keep an eye on Volo.

Because he’s afraid that boy will end up killing himself one day, through one mean or the other.

The weird lady who lives alone in the middle of nowhere and dresses like some kind of mistress of the night style sorceress also asked the same of her, for the same reason.

It’s not exactly like her job (what was her job?) but if it’s for the safety of a passenger she can juggle aggressively selling goods to anybody she meets and keeping an eye on the young man entrusted in her care like a Staraptor waiting for the right moment to snatch a Buneary.

The main problem with that is that Volo himself hates being followed.

Ironic! As he constantly follows others and pesters them.

Including a baby now, apparently.

Briosa doesn’t scream at him to get his ass back down to her if he isn’t going to be selling anything to trembling brick of a man who lives in the dark blue tent at first, when she sees him on top of a hill with a toddler-sixed unit made up entirely of what she can only assume is sweat and dehydration, because the sun is shining hard enough to split rocks in two and this kid is over here bundled up in Bibarel fur with a hat which she imagines is made of felt or some other extremely not good material to be wearing in this weather.

“VOLO,” she finally shouts, making him jump six feet in the air.

The kid turns too, not as scared as they could be. If Volo is constantly around them, they might know her by voice.

“ARE YOU SELLING THEM THINGS?” she asks him.

He takes a very deep breath and shakes his head.

“ASK THEM IF THEY HAVE SNACKS,” she keeps yelling from the foot of the hill, disturbing Aipoms and Wormadams without a care. “KIDS ALWAYS GOTTA HAVE SOME SNACKS ON THEM. FOR ENERGY. HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU HAVE, KID? SHOW WITH YOUR HANDS.”

The child pulls back their enormous sleeves; they fall back on their hands. Volo helps them roll them up, they and start opening and closing their fists.

Ten, twenty, thirty, fourty, fifty, six seven eight nine hundred ten two three four fivesixseveinine two hun onetootreefofisiseveini three hun-

“DO YOU HAVE MORE THAT A THOUSAND?” she asks to speed things up.

The kid nods.

“SELL ‘EM RICE CAKES FOR SIXTY-FIVE EACH,” she instructs Volo, “THAT’S A GOOD PRICE FOR A BABY. SELL ‘EM LIKE FIVE. I HAVE BERRIES TOO, YOU WANT BERRIES? I GOT NANAB.”

The kid shakes their head. Then thinks about it; puts their hands around their mouth to shout back at her.

“I’M DEAF,” Briosa yells. “I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING.”

The child motions for her to come closer: she does, and they sign, Oran?

Holy shit, Briosa thinks as she gives them thumbs up and begins searching for oran berries in her backpack, this kid signs, that’s fantastic. She introduces herself and asks for their name with her free hand: they’re not that good at spelling, so what comes out is something that could be anything between Nroki, Ankara, and Ray. Good enough.

She points at Volo: “He follows you around?” (she can see him mouth hey! rather piqued).

The child nods (another hey!, a little less venomous).

“If he’s always around you, teach him sign language sometimes,” she tells them as she watches them make a few potions for the road: “It gets boring with no one to talk to and I’m too busy to do it myself.”

They sort of giggle behind their scarf.

By the by, why does he bother you?, she asks.

They answer with a single sign. Then they note: Was telling something. Can continue? I was curious.

With Briosa’s approval as she wordlessly convinces the kid to at least lose the heavy jacket in the warm climate, the Gingko merchant manages to get back on his train of thought (whatever a train is) and continue on rambling about who knows what with a sweet smile and dulcet tones.

At least, she imagines his words are spoken nice and saccharine, because that’s how his face looks like.

The kid at least seems interested in his spiel.

Both watch the child while they head out to the hand of the coast once they’re done getting their ears chewed by the merchant’s ramblings.

“So,” she says and signs at her ward. “Plates, huh?”

Volo jolts, surprised, as if he was caught doing something bad; in a moment he is back to waving a hand dismissively with a huff, and starts going down the hill.

Briosa looks back at the kid before following her ward.

A minor shouldn’t be boarding such a ride alone.

She’ll keep an eye out for them, too.

He reasoned that going was only the polite thing to do.

Granted, he had a bit of trouble following the Commander’s words, what with the lingering drowsiness and the slow spacing out blocking his words - but he understood the assignement well enough.

And besides, getting to go to this settlement the news of which had greatly intrigued him and meeting the person doing so much good for the Nobles?

He’ll gladly go wake up someone so kind.

When the door opens, though, Ingo is immediately puzzled.

This... Is a child.

He waits a moment to take in just how tiny they are.

All swaddled nice and cozy in the large survey corps jacket that drowns them, with a nice red scarf stuffed into it and a hat still in their hands that they quickly put on their little head to shelter their eyes from the sun, sitting snuggly on the handkerchief keeping their bangs out of their face.

How have they dealt with the Nobles, exactly?

Perhaps talks of battling were imagined; since they belong to the survey corps, they might have found a safer alterative method, or simply distracted the struggling Pokémon with a calming gadget and sat on the sidelines, observing their behaviour and taking notes until the frenzy finally passed.

“Good morning, young one who came from the sky!” he bellows anyways, politely. “Commander Kamado told me to let you know he awaits your arrival in his office.”

The strength of his voice wakes them up fully.

And their eyes light up.

That... Is new.

Usually, people aren’t very keen on his yelling.

Miss Irida and a member of the security corps fill him in on their situation a bit more properly while the Commander and the child talk - about how they fell from the sky like him, and how they’ve latched themself to the Professor and his young assistant like glue. Something sticks out to him in particular: that they were apparently greatly saddened by a small announcement they received yesterday, regarding a chaperone.

Seeing as they are so young...

He waits patiently for Miss Irida to introduce him, to explain his role and their similarities. He hopes the lack of a smile doesn’t put them off when they turn their big black eyes to look at him.

“I apologize, I don’t believe I’ve caught your name,” he says.

Their reply is muffled by their scarf: what comes out could be Raise, Eh, or maybe even Armory.

“What a nice name.” he nods honestly. He pinches the brim of his cap between index and thumb to tip it at them, which makes them grin: “To reach Electrode, you will need the help of Lady Sneasler - though I’m rather certain she will be glad to lend you her claws since you’ve proved yourself to be so kind and helpful to her fellow Nobles. More importantly, I’ve been told your usual conductor is unfortunately unavailable at the moment, which has rather upset you.”

They nod deeply, importantly. Like they know Ingo perfectly understands how sad that makes them.

“I am aware it would be a momentary replacement, but if you would allow me I’d be more than glad to escort you and the Professor to the Highlands myself.”

The way up the mountain is rather dangerous after all, and he would feel much calmer having undeniable proof that such a young passenger arrived at their destination safe and sound.

Seeing as the child wastes no time seizing his free hand and beams up at him with unbound excitement and a smile as big as the moon, they like the idea.

He just didn’t really expect them to pull him to go so quickly

“Oh - very well!” he exclaims, his back fixing upright with a loud pop as his free palm extends to point at the gate he can see at the other end of the village, legs all straightened out in a long step as the child giggles and drags him away under Irida’s amused gaze: “All aboard!”

Their little legs can’t sprint too far.

By the time everybody’s on the way, they are tired of running already; they still hold him in their little warm palm, scampering by his side, happy as can be.

“You look a lot like him,” they say suddenly.

“Like your chaperone?” he asks.

They hum affirmatively.

Ah, Ingo nods: “It’s the sideburns, is it not?”

They laugh. It makes him almost smile.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #submas emmet #pokemon elesa #briosa pokemon #submas ingo #pokemon charm #pokemon clover #pokemon coin #pokemon volo #random writing #back at it again with the everybody gets eebie deebied au! meeting the kid #who ive decided to make younger for funsies #emmet has a deep sadness inside him and ingo is zoning out to keep sane #meanwhile elesa kicks ass and briosa is iscans new nightmare #also its not particularly clear here but ingo has. no clue that the kid actively fights the nobles #otherwise hed be shitting his pants for them and filing a formal complaint against kamado

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ailingwriter · 2 years

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More Miss Fortune Sisters Headcanons (and also some changes to my old ones):

According to some dialogue in the Diamond Settlement, Clover worked with the Galaxy Team which is! Very interesting! Perhaps she knew Charm before she god caught stealing, or perhaps not. (I might have to change my headcanon for Charm in light of this.)

In light of that, Clover is and always was very passionate about inter-clan unity. The frustration she felt towards the other members of the Diamond Clan was part of what caused her to run away.

Before that, though, she was one of the first members of either clan to help out the Galaxy Team. She did not use Pokéballs, so her Snover did frighten the citizens of Jubilife. As a result, she tended to spend time with Zisu, who was not very wary of Pokémon, and Charm, who assigned herself the role of diplomat in order to shirk work.

Alright, reworked Charm backstory: most of it is the same as my previous headcanon: she used to be a member of a well-off family before they lost everything to either war or a Pokémon attack and, as a result, she was a bit of a spoiled brat who avoided work whenever possible. However, she is much more sympathetic.

For one thing, instead of being caught stealing supplies, she is instead accused of a crime she didn't commit.

This made Clover very upset, and she tried to suggest that Charm could stay with the Diamond Clan, but she overheard a conversation regarding the diplomatic troubles that might happen if the Diamond clan took Charm in. She left in a huff, right before the argument shifted in favor of giving Charm the benefit of the doubt. (I usually hate this kind of misunderstanding but nothing else really feels right.)

If you are noticing parallels between this and the final act of the game, those are intentional.

Another change for Charm is that she is aware that Clover and Coin did not have to follow her into her outlaw life. In fact, she actively tried to convince them not to go with her, but Clover adamantly refused to let Charm survive alone (especially since she seemed to have, like, zero survival skills).

At first, it was just the two of them. Coin still interacted with the two of them, but she still lived with the Pearl Clan.

Then after one fierce argument between Palina and Calaba that started out regarding young Lord Growlithe, she just... left. She felt that the Pearl Clan's obsession with tradition was tearing them apart, so she just took her Croagunk and went to the only people that she knew would take her in.

That is why the sisters specifically target Calaba (through the relic fragment) and Palina (through trying to force Lord Growlithe to evolve).

It should be noted that Coin never got the full details on what happened to the Late Lord Arcanine. She didn't know that Growlithe had his father die to protect him, nor that Growlithe was genuinely traumatized. She is very upset when she learns this, both at herself and at the Pearl Clan, because she honestly believes Palina was in the right.

The sisters actually make a good amount of their money by looting dimensional rifts. They have learned that stealing from the Gingko guild is a bad idea. They have Machoke pulling their wagons, for crying out loud.

The sisters' habit of challenging people then dropping valuables after a loss go on to create the basis of modern-day trainer battle etiquette.

Clover and Coin have traits associated with the other Clan (as I delved into here)—Clover has the Pearl Clan's close but volatile bonds, while Coin is more unbound and future oriented, like the Diamond Clan. Despite this, they still think like their clans on a deep level.

#miss fortune sisters #pokemon charm #pokemon clover #pokemon coin #pokemon legends arceus #headcanons #character analysis

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