(I guess I have been damaged pretty well...) Opus thought. As he entered the so called "hut". The transition to a dark sky felt like he was being watched, only have a cement ceiling staring him back down.
"You have been in a shelter before right?" Froakie asked, Opus stopped to share his expression, "Just bare with me, I know it's obvious." Opus sighed.
"... Of course, I had before this too." He shared staring deep into the shining gem with the little sunlight it was receiving. Due to the stones tinted color from other materials used in this town's buildings, everything was changed a certain blue, kind of like shadows during the mid-afternoon. And in part of those shadows a green figure was lying in one of the corners, using a bed of course assuming that must be Chespin, after Opus decided to take a look around there were four, "How come you have so many beds?" he asked, in a considerably light tone.
"To be honest, at first me and Chespin thought we'd help with villagers, and maybe get some notice from Swanna. But instead I think we'll use it for our Dungeon team!" he said ending with a bit of excitement. Opus got choked up with question before he could even begin.
"Dungeon team? And who's Swanna?" Opus asked. Froakie turned back toward him.
"She's the reason this town is up and running. We have to thank her for a lot, actually. And I think it's also the reason why we have somewhere to be." Opus nodded, admiring the theme the town has set. Noticing a look of Froakie turning to Chespin. There was a silence before Froakie convinced Opus to move to the nearest stall, where he could sit at a table. Opus set the gem on the table, watching the thing roll around in circles on the uneven surface, "Uh, I can't seem to find it..." Opus gave a weak smile.
"Maybe you've misplaced it. If you can't find something I'm sure it wouldn't be too big of a deal." Opus assured as Froakie lead himself to the shelf directly across from the table Opus sat at.
"Oh n-!" Froakie shut himself mid-shout to mind Chespin, Opus had jumped and budged the gem a bit and jolted to get it back on track. He gave a sigh and turned back to the fox, "Yeah, I've lost it. Sorry." he sighed, but instantly shot right up, "But we could go into town to get another." Froakie went right back to the shelves before Opus tried to raise a paw, "I'm sure I still have a Gold Bar in here." Opus tried to get a look inside from where he sat.
"Do you use it to buy things, the same thing Scraggy was talking about?" he asked. Froakie toward to awnser, then back to start scrummaging again.
"Yeah, they're worth quite a lot, around 550 times greater than just one Poke." Froakie smiled at the thought. Opus was hit with surprise.
"That actually is a lot." he admitted. Froakie chuckled.
"Worth their weight in gold-" Froakie went back to the shelf,"- I guess they say." he paused, "Usually the pouches I've been talking about, Opus, are used to store Poke, but I could buy one just so you could hold that gem, it looks really valuable." Opus thought the same, but at a different perspective. Froakie gleamed a smile when it struck his eyes, "I found it." he stood up form the shelf and held the Gold Bar out toward Opus.
"Whoa, how much does that weigh?" Opus said stressing 'does'. Froakie lifted the bar as far as his arm could take it.
"Surprisingly, they're only a couple to three pounds. You can go ahead and head outside, I'm going to leave a note for Chespin." Froakie said. Opus snatched the gem before it slipped off the table.
"If you say so." he opened to bright sunlight (and fair mid-60 degree temperature). It felt like spring had past some time ago. He sighed as he caught himself staring at the beach.
(I need to tell him. He's done so much for how much time now...) he waited for Froakie to exit, sitting their with the old sunrise complementing Opus' fur. (I guess Froakie was right, saying those two helped travelers, and getting them off Swanna's back. Their house is kind of separated from the town, like a hut above a lake in the tropics.) The thought train had to run a sudden stop due to Froakie opening the door holding the Gold Bar to his side, looking back the sun hit his eyes from reflecting off the environment around him.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Opus nodded, and they started off into the town.
One paw after the other, adjacent seconds never seemed longer...
"Froakie..." he turned his attention.
"What is it, Opus?" he asked, pure curiosity on his face. Opus swallowed sharply.
"What if you were told, a Pokémon, turning into a human..." he faulted, "... would you believe that?" Froakie audibly breathed out.
"Don't mean to ruin the mood, I have been hearing eerie news lately. How innocent Pokémon are turned to stone, writhing with the need of help." Froakie took another sigh, looking to Opus in empathy, "Who could do something like that? So..." Froakie extended his hand, his expression a bit more furrowed, "I could believe that we could get all the help we can get... human." Opus was shocked with the mood Froakie was bringing to the table and taking it so seriously, and it sure helped him stand up when what he had first said knocked him down. Opus droved his paw to Froakie and had a celebratory high-five.
"I guess it's something we could get on about, the sudden happenings of Pokémon turning to stone." Froakie nodded with newfound excitement.
"That's what are team could be for, Opus!" he exclaimed, "On the hunt to uncover the mystery surrounding these occurrences! But soon we'd need a name, a name that could suit all three of us." Opus looked unsure.
"I'm sure we can figure that out, even at the moment we're busy with something. And to be honest..." Opus paused, giving a plain smile.
"I haven't cared this much for an object, like it's my own life." he felt the phrase was cursed. Froakie nodded.
"Sure, but I wouldn't hold your breath." Opus shrugged in response, thinking he saw a wink from him. Opus had to think for a moment.
"Do you know which shop we're headed to?" Froakie nodded.
"Of course I should... I've lost a handful..." he tried to cover the admittance with a cough. He had paused, only to speak back and nudge Opus on a shoulder, "Over there, Snorunt's stand!" Froakie exclaimed.
"Don't worry I'm right behind you!" Opus gasped without a break for air. Although it would feel great to take a quick breather. Froakie jumped in excitement.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Snorunt!"Froakie exclaimed, Snorunt held his ground.
"My stand will be here to stay, Froakie. I'm not going anywhere." Opus appeared later looking struggled to keep his rhythmic pace in a steady trot. He put the gem on the stand and took a breather.
"If you don't mind me setting this here for now..." Opus heaved, "Sorry, Froakie, I was a lot better than this..." he pleaded. A shiver went through Snorunt's spine.
"Who are you?" he simply asked. Froakie looked back up to Snorunt.
"This here is Opus."
"Hiya." he gave a subtle bark.
"We met not too long ago, I'm helping him out." Snorunt smirked.
"That's like you, Froakie." He went silent upon staring directly into Opus' eyes, his feeling of illness came from seemingly nowhere. Opusvame's eyes reflected a figure, fiery, ferocious, and maybe villainous. Snorunt fell victim fear, internally.
'What pokemon possesses such a mirror match?' Snorunt thought. Like a hammer to a gong, he snapped back, Froakie's friend was asking he had any pouches for sale.
"Oh, why of course." he crouched to retrieve one. Opus' eyes lit with conclusion, "Some of the higher, or better at least, cloth-based containers we have here at this very stand!" he advertised as he rummaged to get a good sized pouch. But the thought made him stop.
"... Should I be searching for a specific size?" he asked. Opus put his paw on the gem he set on the stand.
"One that could fit this, please..." Opus then looked toward Froakie, "Do bigger sizes cost more?" Froakie nodded as a voice came from behind the counter.
"Yes, all for the purpose of profit of course." he shifted just above the counter to wink toward them, and started finding that perfect size, "But for that priceless gem you seem to have in your possession, Froakie, I wouldn't mind making a discount." Snorunt smiled. Froakie smiled.
"That's nice, Snorunt. But I didn't find the gem, Opus found it after I found him in the same place." Froakie explained. Snorunt had to stop for a moment, comprehending what he said. Probably a slip of the tongue. But on that topic, he urged to ask a question. He finally came out to show a pretty well sized carrier.
"That's perfect!" Opus exclaimed excitedly. Froakie smiled.
"So how much would that be?" Snorunt exchanged that expression.
"With the discount I mentioned earlier, I'll give it to you for only 18 Poke." Froakie looked to the pouch.
"Wow, you sound pretty confident." Snorunt shrugged.
"I'm serious, it's yours." Froakie gave him snarky stare, and placed the Poke on the stand, Opus went and grabbed the pouch.
"Thank you." Opus said. Placing the gem in the pouch, then sitting it on the ground to tie it the best he could, "A lot better." he noted. After Froakie waved goodbyes for the time being, they headed back to his home. Snorunt went to count the Poke he had received, and by the time he had went through it all, it tallied 20.
As Froakie and Opus made their way back to Froakie's home, Opus had a second thought on Snorunt's glare toward himself. It didn't feel too right for a first impression, shake my hand and learn names. He didn't have a clue what to feel about it. Just only a reason that he had to.
"You got quiet suddenly..." Froakie noted. Opus jerked his head, and erratically looked between the beach ahead of them, and Froakie.
"I... I just a lot to think about." Opus left a well let sigh towards the grounded cement paved paths. Froakie was grimly reminded.
"I just can't believe I'm unable to think how I was before all this. And to be honest, I'm scared this is just all too big of something like a dream." he said, looking at the gem every moment he could get. Froakie smiled.
"I'm pretty sure Snorunt did prove rather edgy... It's a serious business." Froakie looked toward Opus, "It keeps this town running, breathing. And I help take my part as well." he said rather excitedly, "Anything bad can happen and ruin a sell. I was actually really grateful that he had gave us that deal." Opus still had a unsure face plastered.
"Tomorrow is another day, Opusvame." he said in a tone of quotation, "You only frightened Snorunt because... well honestly Nympus is a town for water-type Pokemon. Although others like my partner Chespin live here as well. It's... You and Snorunt, you two are polar opposites. Literally. And another thing is that Nympus doesn't get many fire-type visitors." he finished. Opus only nodded.
"Yeah, I did notice that..." Opus paused, then looked Froakie in the eyes, "Why did you and-Scraggy mention Delphox? Who is that? And why do I look like it?" Froakie struggled to swallow such weight.
"Uhh, she was very infamous I heard... but I wasn't around at the time. And the look at you? Your color ambience is strikingly similar." Froakie inhaled deeply and soon exhaled, "You can relax as much as you want, that's a given. But you may want to check that corner of your eye whenever you may feel. To be honest that's what I felt when I started my venture into exploring dungeons for specifics I think I can't remember now." Opus perked back from the gem.
"What are these dungeons, Froakie? I keep hearing about them ever since I came here." Froakie gleamed over Opus.
"Just the main source for all the spirit for exploring, getting off your plot, and not afraid to get a little dirty on your way through. It's the best, and it's what I hope that you could join my team." Froakie asked. Opus stared, then accepted after all he's done. Froakie immediately cheered, "It was pretty difficult by myself. But with all three of us watching our backs, I think we can do this."
(And find out about those Pokémon statue mishap's...) Froakie was just starting to continue, but within a certain range, Opus heard rustling coming from within the house. His right ear twitched, shaking off a fiery mask.
"Do you hear that, Froakie? I think there's something in your home..." they gave a moment, then suddenly Froakie jumped to all fours.
"That must be Chespin! She's probably worried sick that I had left without some note." Froakie face palmed at such a hard mistake. He went sprinting for the door. Opus started off as well, trying to keep the pouch's knot locked by his teeth. As they made their rush to the door, Opus caught a glare from Chespin's eyes, looking right at him. Chespin dashed for the door as well. And in the calamity that issues, as Froakie tries to reach for the door, it swings open. Launching Froakie a corner angle to his left. Unknowingly, Chespin launched slender vines toward Opus, soon slashing him across the head causing Opus to dislodge the pouch and it landing on the ground in front of him. "Don't come any closer!" Chespin exclaimed. Opus felt his offense dampen.
(...!)
Froakie got back up, "Chespin what are you so aggressive about?" he asked approaching to the right. Such a tone cooled Chespin down instantly.
"What?" Chespin turned to him surprised, "I thought you were being attacked!" Froakie went irritated after such an act of assumption. He paused before Froakie continued.
"The only one attacking was you, Chespin." Froakie said rather calmly and made his way to Opus. With all this going on though, Opus was thoughtless. He seemed to find himself in a very gray area. His emotions gathered from the thought of being attacked purposely, without intention of doing any harm. But now he suddenly felt capable in thinking in such a way. He stopped all processes and tried to take another quick look at Chespin before closing the door and hiding of embarrassment. Once he heard Froakie's voice he snapped back. Opus huffed after the dust settled.
"Seemed a bit hypersensitive if you ask me..." he noted. Froakie sighed in relief. Opus at first felt okay. He sat on his stomach from falling to the ground with his legs sprawled around him.
In fact he was surprised to feel little pain at all, and after something like a whip like that, he thought that pain was soon to follow. Although Froakie has noted he has a cut that formed a bruise above his left eye where usually the eyebrows would furrow, the pain was acute.
When Opus finally got up to pick the pouch back by the knot, the truth knocked him on the noggin as he suddenly started to lose consciousness, and Opus started to shift into panic, unware this was to occur. Feeling weak like a gray out, and will easily topple over.
"Opus!" Froakie jumped to his side, "Are you okay? You don't look so hot." Opus looked at him a certain way. Froakie grinned in a subtle way, shrugging afterward, "Anyway, hang on to me, I'll bring you back inside." Opus nodded and tried his best to grip Froakie back inside.
By the time Froakie was able to lay Opus on his bed, Chespin slumped onto the other side not wanting to look at the mistake, and instead decided to look at a dry wall. Froakie sighed.
"To be honest with you, I don't know how to help... And although I'm more than certain you can take care of yourself, I want you to nap it off." Opus snapped a smile as it broke the mold.
It was nice to feel a familiar surface...
