Dun-Duh-Nuh-NAH.
Hello everybody, it's been a while. Classes are picking up, so I won't have as many opportunities to write (or to publish), but I WILL DO MY ABSOLUTE BEST. No numbers have been received, and no names have been taken, but I'm doing some work and doing classes and being as awesome as I can. I'm sure that all of you are doing the same.
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If Pokemon Centers had rights, I would marry one and cherish it like Achilles should have his heel.
Lodgings and food are free for the first week, healing is always free, there are sometimes vending machines now; Centers are the best place for trainers anywhere. The nurses and employed Pokemon are like collective mothers, or maids, or—in rare cases—guardians to exactly all trainers. Volunteering in kitchens or other facilities for a day got rewarded with an extra free night at that Center. Pokemon were always allowed out, no matter what non-battling situation, and any fights were either taken outside or resolved by the residing Chansey and Audino.
Really, this paradise would have been a heaven if I didn't wake up to my feline pouncing my chest, emptying me of oxygen and a semblance of relaxation.
What evicted me from dreamland were her claws, prodding my chest as if searching for bumps. The rest left me bug-eyed, shocked, and forced onto the floor in a furry, white mess.
A light shove towards the door prompted the feline to bound off, a smirk on her face. I knew that Dark-types were supposed to be difficult, which added some sense to my Absol; she wasn't straying from the trend, just manifesting it in mischief.
"Natexa," I gasped, sitting up to not die. I would have said more had I not been interrupted by the trickster in question, huffing out a quick "Ab." I gave her a confused look, to which she calmly responded with a "Ab sol."
She wants you to call her Tex. My Ralts sat on the headboard of the bed, leaning on a post. Looking up at him from this angle, I could clearly see his eyes, slightly ignited by humor and accompanied by another smirk. At this rate, all my Pokemon would constantly smirk at me. Hooray.
I turned back to the Absol, now grooming her white fur. The dirt from our last word game was all gone now, hopefully in the bathtub like I told her to when we got here. Sadly, I fell asleep right after that, and didn't get to check if she actually did as I asked.
"Why Tex? What's wrong with Natexa? You picked that name, I didn't even get a say in it!"
She huffed, turning away to better groom her hind legs…also she was probably not liking my question. "sol ab-soool" came out between licks, her voice muffled by the fur.
I turned back to where Dayne was to only find him missing. A quick scan of the room showed he was now beside Natexa—Tex. A soft giggle escaped him, barely muffled by his sleeve, before he graced me with his translating skills. My name is short. She wants a shorter name too. Also, her name is from her family.
"I didn't know you had a family."
The teasing smile disappeared, and she drooped to the floor, mimicking a Vaporeon with all her physique would allow. I didn't need Dayne for this one: she didn't want to talk about this yet. Someone or something hurt her, and it had something to do with her family.
For their sakes, I hoped that Tex never found whatever did this to her.
The Dark-type train of thought was kindly derailed by my Psychic-type starter, who teleported onto my other Pokemon's back, as if mounting a horse. After whispering something into her ear, Dayne sat upright and held a hand high, shouting out a happy "Raaaaa!" Tex's smile returned, and she began charging around the room, letting out playful growls as we all giggled.
Of course, their adorable and hilarious charging and trotting had knocked over and shattered a lamp, one more thing I'd have to pay for later.
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They were still doing the knight act, and had taken up making a theme song for their dynamic duo. Of course, I understood none of it, but they were starting to carry a tune about a half hour down Route 102. I was just starting to catch on when a bug Pokemon almost slit my Absol's throat.
Thankfully, Dayne kept the almost from becoming a reality. With a harsh "Ral", he had Tex heel onto her hind legs. A small bug leaped from the dirt below, silvered forelegs slashing across where her neck had been. Then my Ralts was below the bug's white exoskeleton, embedding his fist into the insect's belly with surprising force. While the counterattack did launch the bug a significant distance away, it didn't seem to deal any visible damage. Its forelegs seemed to lose a layer, revealing a brown interior.
The white bug chittered fiercely at us, it's black sclera dominating us with what could only be rage. It coiled itself into another leap, this time towards me. Tex and Dayne ran between us, ready to fight.
"Nina, what's going on?"
A panicked voice heralded the young boy who crashed through the bushes. His khaki shorts and green tee were stained from dirt and travel. His eyes matched those of his Pokemon, an almost-neon green, contrasting strongly with his dull, brown hair.
He saw my Pokemon and screamed.
His bug screamed.
My Pokemon took up the trend and started screaming.
I returned them both to their Pokeballs, really hoping my ears weren't bleeding. The boy and his bug didn't help. I tried talking—shouting—but being loud was never my strong suit, the child was louder by himself. Waving my arms didn't work, his bug just lunged forward in a feint to keep me away. And they both wouldn't stop screaming.
Too much. There was too much noise, too much confusion, and definitely too much Arceus-damned NOISE! I didn't realize what I was doing until I kicked his bug away from me—it had lunged at me when I got too close—and I just kept going. I didn't notice that I was screaming too, or that I was shaking the boy where he stood. I did have the sense to stop myself from going further than simple shaking when I pushed him into the ground.
"Shut UP!" I yelled at him, whatever volume I had dulled by the ringing in both of our ears. "Just shut up and LISTEN!" The boy shrunk away, scrabbling his way backwards, wishing he was anywhere but Route 102. His white Pokemon leaped between us, chittering angrily with green wings twitching violently from its thorax, with the boy cowering behind with a whimper. Tears were flowing, dirt was scattered, tensions were high, and I finally calmed down. Slightly.
I stood tall, relaxing the fists I didn't know I had, standing tall while the boy curled into a fetal position behind his bug. I pulled out my issued Pokedex to take a quick picture of the Pokemon poised before me while I kindly interrogated the child.
"Why did your Pokemon try to kill my Absol?"
He almost looked up before cringing back into the ground again. I hadn't done anything, nothing in my posture had changed, prompting my confusion. The Pokemon—what my encyclopedia called a Nincada—backed closer to its trainer. It chittered something in his direction, then continued trying to keep me away, growling out "nininin." The boy calmed and stood up, still crying somewhat, still cringing away slightly, visage twisted in what I thought was just a random tantrum, before he shakily pointed at my hoodie pocket, the one I kept Natexa in.
He steeled himself, trying his best to speak clearly through whatever he was feeling. Even so, he sobbed with a poison. "That thing killed my mom."
Sensing the anger in his Trainer's words, the Nincada's forelegs gained a metallic sheen, the Bug-type buzzing angrily at me. The boy in question was still shuddering with his sniffles, pouting vigorously—I didn't know you could pout vigorously until that day.
I also forgot about the key rule to trainers until he challenged me to a battle. He locked eyes with me, and I remembered all too slow to stop him.
"Battle me now, or I'll take your money."
As tempted as I was to simply surrender half of my cash, I literally couldn't afford to do that; I barely had enough to get healing supplies and keep up my contractual revive stash as it was, a loss wasn't allowed. I had to beat this mistaken child. Maybe I could also beat some sense into him.
"…fine. I accept your challenge." I was going to let out Dayne, hoping that Fairies could resist bugs somewhat. This kid just loved dashing down my hope to avoid conflict.
"*sniff*….I only wanna fight the Absol."
This was going to be fun.
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Yes, I'm keeping you guys in the dark for the first actual battle we'll get to see of Nemo.
No, I don't cringe at your minor suffering.
Yes, yes this is too much fun.
Welp, this installment took way too long to make, but school and work are a doozy. I don't have nearly as much time to myself, let alone enough time to get the writing juices flowing. See you guys in the next installment!
Also my birthday is in 17 days. Message me plz im a lonely guy with very few friends