Cynthia brings the warm mug of coffee to her lips and sighs over the rim of the canteen, sending the condensed heat tumbling into the cold air conditioned room as she leaned back into the chair. Her pokemon surround her in the pokemon center's lobby. Glaceon lays her head on her master's lap and glances at her fellow companions, unsure how to comfort her trainer. Lucario grumbles to himself as more policemen return with their herdier bearing ill news and apologies to their chief as Jenny sits next to the champion. The Xtransceiver around the blonde's wrist lights up with a ding and the mother casts a look down at her device. Her eyes focus in on the lettering and she straightens in her seat as a message pops up from her daughter's holo caster.
Sorry.
Cynthia slides the watch off to type onto the small screen. It doesn't take long for the device to buzz again as her reply pops onto the screen.
No.
The Xtransceiver vibrates again.
I'm safe.
The woman sighs and places her mug aside. Officer Jenny turns to look at her, concern plastered on her face through her knotted brow and pursed lips.
"You really don't want us to send out squadrons after her? Unova may be large, but finding her wouldn't take too long."
Cynthia shakes her head at the offer and her hair crests as her fingers pull at her blonde strands. Her chest falls with her breath as she exhales and she casts her tired dull slate eyes onto the officer. "There's no point Officer. My Angel has done this before when we fought. I just wanted to make sure she still wasn't in the city or kidnapped." Her thin fingers prod her communication device as she twists it around her wrist. "She at least confirmed she's safe. There's nothing to do now."
"Are you certain Ms. Shirona?" The police woman asks.
"Yes- yes I'm positive. She'll do what she feels she needs to then meet me at our villa. Thank you for your assistance Officer Jenny," Cynthia thanks as she stands. The blunette leaves at her dismissal and the champion busies herself yet again with her watch. She sends her request to Angel, asking if she'll come home when she's done.
Yes.
The champion stands, displacing the glaceon who had been lying her head on her lap, and gives the ice type a stroke along her chilly fur before straightening. Red flares light up the area as she recalls her team into their capsules to be placed in her pant's pockets. Garchomp remains, muscles renewed and body perfection once more after her treatment. The dragon croons softly, reassuring her trainer with a nuzzle to the blonde strands. Cynthia turns, raising a shaking hand to the creature's head to rub the smooth scales gently. The champion presses her forehead against the pokemon's, brows furrowed in her worry, and she grips the ends of her hair with twitchy fingers. The pressure forces a few strands to the ground.
…
Angel grips the ruff of her arcanine harder and contracts her muscles to stay upright as he gains speed. The fire type's legs stretch further over the expanse of forest, bounding off the rock with scorching paws as Diadem follows the four legendaries weaving through trees before him. The arcanine had confirmed it, the temperature had been slowly dropping the closer they got to the Giant Chasm. Angel ignores the vibrations of the holo caster in her messenger bag. Calamity jogs beside them, claiming she didn't trust Angel not to commit some idiotic mistake. Her fur is freckled due to the sun streaming through the lace of leaves and her red patches contrast the surrounding green.
The absol halts, sliding across the forest floor as she digs her claws into the dirt and pivoting around the center point of her anchored paws. Angel tugs Diadem's fur backwards to stop her pokemon and the steady thud of hooves ebb out. Cobalion turns.
What's the matter Absol?
Angel shakes the pressure out of her head as she hones in on her and Calamity's bond. They lock eyes and the green orbs glint their knowledge. The platinum nods and motions Diadem to the right where the noise of civilization echoed slightly in the pokemons' ears.
"Something's about to happen. Calamity suggests we go check it out."
The Swords of Justice glance at each other, the three elders silently communicating and the apprentice huffing about being left out. He wasn't a hatchling anymore, not that they cared. Virizion turns, her slender figure glancing far out into the distance as if she could see the foreboding events of the near future.
I say we go.
Her male counterparts speak no disagreement, although Keldeo's retaliation is evident in his pawing at the ground. The group was wasting time and his muscles thrummed with pent up energy he couldn't wait to release on that hunk of ice. Why were they listening to the hatchling anyway? They never listened to him!
Angel unlatches the fold of her bag and gropes around for her holo caster. A 3-D map shows up and the child forces her fingers apart on the screen to zoom in on the town bordering their current location.
"Vestress City," She mutters to herself as information pops up in boxes beside the image of the civilization. She skims the contents, "It doesn't seem to have much to it. No major companies, no gyms, nothing. What could possibly happen here?" The platinum looks downward at her partner for answers, but the shiny pokemon simply grunts passively. Angel noses wrinkles as she scrunches it, "Well you're no help."
Hey, Cobalion. Isn't Vestress where they're making that new building to draw more tourism. Some sort of performance center?
Angel watches as the blue pokemon nods at his earth brethren. She listens half heartedly as they talk amongst themselves about possible disasters the humans could cause and how many pokemon they have hurt in the process. Uneasiness coils at their overgeneralizing of her race, not all humans were power hungry, greedy tyrants who pumped all life out of the land and forced pokemon to do their bidding. The child had also told herself the group probably never talked to any domestic pokemon who were partners with their humans. If they had surely they would realize their error.
Are you coming human?
…
Smoke and sirens greet the group as the near the city. Black plumage of an illusory beast circles and embraces the sky, blighting the bright blue of the day. Water pokemon rush to the scene of the construction site, ready to combat the flames with their water and to release their comrades who were quickly tiring and needing to be replenished. As they switched sides, off duty pokemon gobbles down leppa berries, regaining their energy so they could return to their work.
The sight of the crackling flames freezes Angel. The blue sky is replaced with a cloud ridden sky of a stormy day back when she was young and she forces down her apprehension as the coiling sparks burn at her memory.
"Calamity, go down now and do what you can to help."
The absol slinks off down the hill towards the disaster she had foreseen as ordered. Her white figure blending in with the many other creatures infesting the scene.
White flares burst from Angel's waist as her pokemon are released. Destin immediately hobbles down after Calamity and soon dark clouds form over the burning building as he summons his Rain Dance.
"Look for victims," Angel commands as Diadem lunged forward down the slope. The Swords of Justice follow her in her descent as they all make their way to the building. The child covers her mouth to help filter the smoke laden air. "If you start to have trouble breathing leave."
The insides smoldered with intense heat and Angel coughs as she tries to breath through the haze. A group of maractus huddle around her as she leads them toward the window she entered through. The walls around her groan and a pillar crumbles to her right, causing the scared performers to jump in frights as Angel urged them through the broken glass panel. Diadem helps his trainer through the space before a red beam encapsules him.
"Come on guys. We'll find your trainer," Angel reassures as she makes her way around the back of the building towards the chaos where people tried to organize themselves.
"Hey kid! Watch out there are feral pokemon here! They did this to the building!" A woman calls out upon spotting Angel.
The comment causes the white eyebrows to knit and for the purple orbs to swivel around before honing in on the cornered legendaries. Keldeo kicks one man away with his back hooves and Angel winces at the crack that is heard. The glowing scythes from the other three heads has civilians backing away cautiously. The group charges, the crowd breaking apart to avoid being trampled and leap, soaring over the clumped crowd. Hooves break pavement as they land, Virizion taking Angel upon her back in the process, as they make their escape.