This'll probably be the only AN at the beginning of a chapter.
Now that everyone's in quarantine, I can start to write without being distracted by things such as friends (not that I have very many) or going to the gym (I am in shape, I'm shaped like myself, thank you very much).
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Lucas stared at the toaster oven, watching slowly as the time dial turned back to the off position. On the table next to him was a jar of aguav jelly and some butter for the toast. It was about nine o'clock in the morning, and since today was a Saturday, he'd see about training his prinplup, Tsovinar, a little bit at the edges of Sinnoh's Route Eighteen.
Tsovinar waddled into the kitchen, enticed by the scent of toast, and Lucas passed him a piece that he'd spread some butter on. The prinplup grabbed the toast inbetween its flippers, and happily munched down.
"We'll be training a bit today, so make sure you can still move around. Just because it's our day off from work doesn't mean that you get to laze around the whole day." Lucas warned as Tsovinar reached for another piece of toast. The prinplup gave him a deadpan glare, before picking up the other piece of toast and eating it as well.
The apartment they lived in wasn't the largest apartment in Jubilife City, but for Lucas it was plenty of space. He only had one pokemon, and that reduced both food costs and space issues. There was a small kitchen, a bedroom with an attached closet and bathroom, as well as a living room where he usually ate. It wasn't much, but Lucas didn't spend most of his time inside either. Putting on a light jacket and packing a small lunch into a food capsule, he swatted the prinplup's hand as it reached for the remaining slices of toast. The penguin gave him a glare, but Lucas didn't break eye contact, buttering one piece and spreading some jelly over the other, before smacking the two slices together.
Sheesh. I thought he was bad as a piplup.
Lucas picked up the aguav jelly sandwich he'd made, taking a bite and letting the sweet and bitter jelly wash over his tongue alongside the toast. He slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed out of the room.
Soon enough, Lucas was outside, his companion behind, heading down Main Street. As one of the largest cities in Sinnoh, the only way to get anywhere quick was through the underground magnet trains. All of them ran from the central hub at Main and Seventh along a straight line, spreading outwards radially. They were free to ride and travelled around three-hundred kilometers per hour, since they didn't have to make any turns. The central hub was underground with entrances on all four corners of the intersection. Lucas recalled Tsovinar and headed down into the hub. Pushing past the cold metal turnstile, he checked the large screens which provided the timetables for the various trains.
Blue Train will arrive back here in about twelve minutes, and it'll take me to the gate on Ninth Avenue.
He walked past the various stalls through the light crowd to the gate for the Blue Line. There, he sat on a metal bench, leaning back as he stared at the gate separating the people from the train. He pulled out his pokedex and started reading through it. One of the first things anyone going on a trainer's journey did was familiarize themselves with some of the basic info that the pokedex gave. Even with a pocket encyclopedia at your fingertips, it was still better to be able to recall general information about anywhere. Reading about pokemon was also quite helpful if you had caught a pokemon you were unfamiliar with or were faced with one in the wild.
The bench seemed to shake slightly, drawing Lucas out of his reverie. Listening closer, he could hear a deep rumbling coming from the tunnel, signaling the arriving train. Once the vehicle had skidded to a halt, the doors opened and several people walked out of the train, emptying it. Lucas got on, grabbing on to one of the small leather straps suspended from a rail.
"This is the blue line running from Main and Seventh to Ninth Avenue. The train will depart in one minute. If you believe this is not the right train, please exit now." A monotonic female voice called out over the speakers. Everyone shuffled around on the train, with a few people getting off, before the doors closed it shot off towards its first stop. Lucas gripped the leather strap harder as the sudden jerk of the train accelerating buckled his knees. Almost as soon as the train accelerated, it came to a sliding halt, now flinging Lucas forwards as he clung to the leather strap.
As more people filled in and some people left, Lucas took a deep breath. The doors shut again, and he took a deep breath, steeling himself as the train violently shot forwards again. This time, he was able to stabilize himself during the sudden stops of the train. A loud retching sound reached his ears, and Lucas watched as a middle-aged woman, looking somewhat queasy, staggered off the train.
Must be her first time on the train. Lucas thought as the doors closed shut and the train was propelled forwards.
Ninth Avenue was the last stop for the train before it headed back. Lucas got off and looked at the big clock that was . It had taken him only twelve minutes to travel the fifty or so kilometers from the central hub to the Ninth Avenue stop. Walking up the stairs, he was greeted by the sight of rows of duplexes crammed together; a distinctive feature of the residential district. To his right, at the end of Ninth Avenue, was the gateway building to Route Eighteen, as well as the half-kilometer of grass and the large fence which separated Jubilife from the wild areas. He pulled out the half-eaten sandwich he'd made earlier and took another bite out of it, releasing Tsovinar and clipping the pokeball to his belt.
Jubilife City, long ago when cities were just a collection of small villages with a central town, had been built next to Verity River, a gentle river easily more than a couple kilometers wide. On the other side lay the rest of Route Eighteen, and further still was Canalave City; a ferry traveled from one end of the river to the other a couple times a day. The sandy riverbanks, reminiscent of a beach, was often populated with people and pokemon, and occasionally you could find someone willing to have a battle. It was to the riverbanks of Verity that he was headed for today; there weren't very many places in Jubilife where you could find people willing to battle.
"Tsovinar! Come on!" Lucas called as he headed towards the gate. The prinplup perked up and started to perform a motion halfway between a waddle and a jog as he tried to catch up to his trainer.
=o=
By the time the two were on the beach, Lucas had finished off his sandwich, along with some protein bars he'd packed. Tsovinar walked over to the beach and started swimming away towards the other side. Prinplup were awkward on land, less so than their pre-evolved forms, but still they lacked the running capabilities that empoleon had. As a result, they were often easy prey for larger pokemon on land; given that wild pokemon evolved at slower rates than trained pokemon, it was extraordinarily rare for one to survive long enough and gain the strength to evolve into one.
Lucas pulled out a small beach towel, laying down on the sand and flipping through his pokedex. The cries of children playing around in the sand and the chatter of people reminded him sorely of when he was young, and his parents would take him here as a reward for doing well in school. A sad smile graced his features as he remembered his own parents, who'd passed away not even a year ago.
Mom, Dad, I'm going to make you proud.
Lucas went back to flipping through his pokedex. He was here today to train Tsovinar and maybe get a battle in, and not precisely in that order. He would be leaving for Oreburgh City within the next week, and while Route Three wasn't exactly the most dangerous part of Sinnoh, it was better to be cautious.
It was a couple minutes later that Tsovinar waddled back up to him and sprayed him in the face with some water.
"Agh! What was that for?"
The prinplup chuckled imperiously, and Lucas glared at him, grabbing the towel from underneath him to dry his face. Grumbling to himself, he shook the sand off the towel and rolled it back up, before packing it back into his backpack. Once he was done picking everything up, the duo went wandering down the riverbank, looking for another trainer they could battle.
"Hey! Mister! Wanna have a battle?" A young voice called, and Lucas turned around to see a twelve-year-old running towards him, a pokeball in his hand. Lucas looked at the person following the pre-teen, presumably his older brother due to his uncanny resemblance to the youngster, for assurance.
"Sure, if your brother's alright with it." Upon receiving the nod of confirmation, Lucas grabbed a pokeball and returned Tsovinar, before distancing himself from the two. A small amount of people had started to gather as well, and he could faintly hear whispers of excitement in the cool breeze. He watched as the people on the beach close to them started to shift until a large expanse had opened for the two combatants.
"Thank you for agreeing to this battle! My name's Smith! What's yours?" The excited voice called out from across the field. Lucas smirked as he planted both his feet, Tsovinar's pokeball gripped firmly in his hand.
"Lucas! The pleasure's all mine!"
Smith's older brother stood inbetween the two of them. "One-on-one?" Both combatants nodded their assent, and he stepped back from the center.
"Release your pokemon!" The small crowd of people surrounding them had now grown, as it was wont to do; pokemon battles were always exciting to watch.
Lucas released Tsovinar in a flash of red light. The prinplup squawked as a staravia materialized opposite them, its wings buffeting the sand as it bobbed up and down in the air.
"Begin!"
"Aerial Ace!"
The crowd cheered as Smith's staravia blurred forwards, its wings glowing white. Tsovinar brought its flippers up and tried to block as the staravia rammed into it, before pushing upwards and deflecting the bird upwards. Lucas pointed at the staravia, circling high above the field.
"Tsovinar, Ice Beam!" Lucas ordered, watching as Smith waved his arms in a particular manner.
He's giving hand signals! Lucas realized as Tsovinar shot wide, the bird dipping down and diving straight at prinplup. If he keeps Staravia up in the air, I can't hit it. I've either got to get above it or tire it out.
"Aqua Jet!" Lucas yelled, his gut clenching as the bird changed its course to intercept Tsovinar on his way up. The two birds collided in mid-air, both falling out of the sky. The crowd roared as Lucas grit his teeth together. The staravia could still recover, but Tsovinar didn't have much to protect him from the fall.
The prinplup wasn't out of the count yet, though, as it spun around and shot forwards in another Aqua Jet, arcing towards the falling staravia. Smith wasn't standing idly by, however.
"Horus! Level out and Twister!"
The staravia quickly righted itself and began to flap its wings faster than before. A cyclone of wind shot through the air, picking up sand and debris from the ground and hit Tsovinar's Aqua Jet head on.
"Up" Lucas quickly yelled out, knowing Tsovinar couldn't see very well what was going on; one of the downsides of Aqua Jet was that the user could rarely see where it was headed.
The shell of water arced upwards through the debris, but the staravia had dodged already; Tsovinar instead shot right past this bird.
I'm above it! Now's my chance! "Tsovinar! Water Bomb!" Lucas yelled. It was hard to speak over the crowd, but the penguin heard his order and canceled the Aqua Jet propelling it upwards; it spun around and spat a Water Pulse directly at the staravia.
"Horus! Dodge!" Smith yelled, confidence coursing through his features. So far, the staravia hadn't taken any damage, while his prinplup had been tanking almost every blow head-on, even if he wasn't taking the full force of every attack.
"Not this time!" Lucas yelled, a shit-eating grin making way as Tsovinar shot an Ice Beam into the Water Pulse, freezing the core. One of the properties of water was that it expanded when it was frozen. Water Pulse was an orb of water tightly contained within a small barrier. As the core of the orb froze and expanded, the pressure built up inside the ball.
Smith's eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen before he did. The staravia dodged sideways out of the path of the ball, right before it exploded, sending water and ice everywhere. Though it wasn't a direct hit, he'd at least clipped the damn bird. His grin grew wider as Smith's face turned to one of shock.
The crowd roared, watching as Lucas finally got a hit off. The penguin's upwards momentum finally stopped, and the bird started falling. The ball was now in his court, and he was going to spike it.
"Take it out! Aqua Jet!" Lucas yelled out, and Tsovinar shot off again towards the staravia. This time, however, it was unable to dodge, and both pokemon smashed into the ground, sending sand flying everywhere. Once everything had settled, the clear figure of Tsovinar standing over a knocked out staravia left the crowd cheering wildly as both pokemon were recalled in a flash of red light back to their pokeballs.
Smith and his older brother walked up to him as the crowd slowly drained away. A gentle breeze from the river swept through his hair and
"That was a good battle." Lucas extended his hand towards Smith. The pre-teen took it and shook it vigorously.
"Yeah! Horus is my brother's pokemon. I like battling with him, though."
"He seemed really well trained." Lucas stated, before turning to the kid's brother. "Are you a bird keeper?"
"No, just a former trainer. I've got three badges—Coal, Forest, and Mine—but I didn't like traveling much, so I dropped training for a job at Jubilife Radio. The name's John, by the way. Are you a trainer? Those were some impressive moves." His voice was a lot coarser than Lucas had though it would have been.
"I guess. I've had this guy for a while, but I got my certification just a couple of weeks ago. In fact, I'm heading out to Oreburgh in a couple of days. Any tips?" Lucas asked.
"Well, if he's your only pokemon, you should be fine. Watch out for the shinx and luxio, though, because they love stealing food from trainers." John scratched his head, before perking up again, "Oh, and make sure you're extra careful in Oreburgh Tunnel. There'll be heaps of geodude and rocks on the top level, so not only will you end up eating shit, but you'll also get some rocks chucked at you. Nothing too dangerous, aside from the occasional bruise or two. With your prinplup, you should be fine. What's with the name, though?"
"It's the Eastern Sinnoan name for Kyogre. I'm really into mythology, and he liked the name, too." Lucas explained. "Thanks for the info."
"No problem!" John grabbed his brother by the shoulder and the two walked off, presumably to the healing center at the gateway building. Lucas released Tsovinar again and kneeled down, inspecting him for any injuries.
"Do you think you're up for training?" Lucas asked; Tsovinar looked fine, but there might have been something that he could have missed. He wasn't a medical professional, after all. Tsovinar gave him a haughty look, and spat some water out. Lucas backed away and held his hand up in a gesture of surrender.
"Alright, alright." Lucas wiped his face on his sleeve and stood back up.
=o=
Lucas watched as water started to swirl around Tsovinar, picking up speed and sand. The sun was shining down on them, and occasionally a spray of mist would catch the light and for a glimpse he could see a rainbow. The prinplup's face was one of focus and determination as the small whirlpool grew larger and larger until he was surrounded in a spinning storm of water and sand. Lucas watched as the storm sped up until finally everything flung outwards. He quickly brought his arms up to shield himself as the sand pelted him.
"Tsovinar, once you've got the whirlpool spinning you don't need to speed it up. Just focus on maintaining it." He checked his pokedex, and then signaled for the prinplup to stop. "We've been going at this for about two hours. How about we eat something, and then we can keep trying." He reached into his backpack and pulled out the food capsule he'd packed earlier and decompressed the contents.
Out came a soup thermos, a small bowl of rice, some meat curry, and two mago poffins, as well as various bowls and cutlery on a steel tray. Tsovinar, smelling food, walked over, plopping himself down next to the tray of food. Lucas portioned out some rice and curry for himself and Tsovinar. They ate in relative silence, having gone a little farther away from the crowd of the people on the riverbank to work on learning Whirlpool. Lucas had been putting this off for a while, but Whirlpool was a versatile move that most water-type pokemon could learn. It was difficult to learn, though, and as such there wasn't a proper TM for it yet.
Once they'd finished up their lunch, Lucas tossed a poffin to Tsovinar and ate one himself, enjoying the sweet tropical flavor of the berry in the small cake. He grabbed the cutlery and placed everything on the steel tray, compressing everything into the capsule.
"Alright! Let's get back to work." Lucas exclaimed. Tsovinar got up slowly, before walking back to where he'd been practicing.
Water again slowly spun around the prinplup, gaining volume and speed as Tsovinar put more of his energy into the move. Unlike the previous attempts, though, the whirlpool didn't speed up, since Tsovinar was exerting his control over the rotation. However, this proved to be too much after a little while, as the water slowed down, splashing harmlessly against the sand as the prinplup took a deep breath.
So now it's a matter of getting used to controlling the water to spin at a constant rate.
Tsovinar stood there for a while, gathering himself, before again forming a vortex of water. Lucas watched as the whirlpool lasted about twice as long compared to the previous attempt, though it exploded rather violently rather than calming down. The prinplup took another deep breath to calm itself. Lucas was confused as to why Tsovinar was getting frustrated, before he realized what was happening.
"Look, I know it's frustrating that you're not able to control it instantly, but this isn't like the Aqua Jet TM. You're going to have to practice this a few times." Lucas said, receiving a baleful glare from the pokemon. He sighed and sat down, watching as Tsovinar attempted Whirlpool again, this time making it last nearly a minute.
The next couple of attempts lasted similar lengths, Tsovinar either losing control and speeding it up or slowing it down too much, though now the latter was the more common occurrence. Lucas pulled out his pokedex, trying to find videos of pokemon using the move to see if Tsovinar could maybe pick something up from them. A video of a floatzel piqued his interest, and he watched it closely.
The first thing he noticed was that the floatzel seemed to be generating a small whirlpool, but then slowly increased its size as it sped up, eventually swamping a large portion of the field.
Of course! The further away from the axis of rotation, the slower the water spins! Lucas realized, watching the video a couple times over. "Tsovinar! Come here for a sec, I think I found something." He called, holding up the pokedex. "There's a video of a floatzel using it."
Intrigued, the prinplup cast off its current attempt, sending water and sand flying everywhere, before walking over to Lucas to peer over his shoulder at the screen. Lucas replayed the video for him.
"Notice how his whirlpool is getting bigger and bigger. I think that's what you should try to do." Lucas commented. Tsovinar nodded, before walking over to where he had been and started the move up again. This time, the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, until it finally stabilized at thrice the size of Tsovinar's previous attempts. Tsovinar held the attack for about five minutes before finally dissipating the attack, before looking over to Lucas with a as much a smirk as he could muster with his beak.
"Alright, Tsovinar, you did it!" Lucas grinned. "Let's head back. It's almost three, and Lester said we need to be at the office by four-thirty today."
They packed all their stuff up and started heading down the riverbank to the road that lead back to Jubilife City.
=o=
The doors opened to the central hub and Lucas got off along with some other passengers. He walked back into the central hub, and checked the screen for the times.
Orange Line will be here in seven minutes.
He headed to the gate for the train and sat on the bench. The office where he worked at was the second stop for the train line, on Silph and Third, and he needed to be there in about thirty minutes. The train would arrive in five minutes, and he'd probably get off at his stop in another four minutes, and from there it was a five-minute walk from where the train stop to his destination.
The office itself was one of the many multi-story buildings in Jubilife. Across the street were several cafes and shops with apartments built on top of them, and at first glance the building he was headed to seemed like one of those as well. Lucas pushed open the door to the building and stepped into the lobby. The small lounge was empty, and a lone security guard was manning the guard station. Past him was the door which led to the first floor offices and the elevator to the rest of the building. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling bathed the room in a muted azure light.
"Good afternoon. May I have your ID, please?" The guard asked. Lucas swiftly handed over his pokedex. The guard plugged it into a machine. "And you are?"
"Lucas Sato, eight-twelve-eighteen-oh-seven." Lucas quickly gave his name and birthday, and the guard verified it with the name and birth date that the pokedex registered.
"You are cleared for entry. Thank you." The guard sent him on his way, unlocking the door, and Lucas walked through the hallway up to the elevator. Entering it, he pressed the button for the third floor and waited as it slowly climbed up the shaft.
The doors opened, and Lucas entered the somehow more dimly lit office. There were loads of desks with papers strewn all over them and people slowly sifting through those papers, and then there were people typing up reports. The printer over by the window seemed to be jammed, and half of the file cabinets were open. His parents had worked here, before they died, and it was through them that Lucas had gotten a paid internship here. However, now that he was going on a journey, he wasn't going to be working here anymore; that was why he was here today.
Lucas walked through the desks and people, most of them paying him no mind, until he reached the big desk at the corner of the office. Lester was at the desk, looking through some papers. Not wanting to interrupt, Lucas stood there awkwardly, until he cleared his throat.
"Oh, Lucas! You're a bit early, and I'm a bit busy!" The man laughed, and Lucas smiled slightly, sitting down in one of the two wooden armchairs in front of the desk . "I wanted to talk to you about your decision to become a Trainer. I know your friends from school are all going this year or have already left, and you're excited to go, right? Is Tsovinar doing well?"
"Yeah! I actually just taught him Whirlpool, and he's gotten decent at it." Lucas smiled.
"Good, that's nice to hear. Caught anything else?" Lucas shook his head no, and he sighed.
"Well, I've got an offer for you, in case you were interested."
Right then, as if fate had lined up the stars, a man in a brown trench-coat walked into the office. He caught Lucas' eye, and walked over, taking the other armchair and plopping himself down.
"This is the kid?" the newcomer asked, running a hand through his hair. He turned to Lucas and extended the other hand. "Nice to meet you. The name's Takahashi, but everyone calls me Looker."
Lucas shook the proffered hand, confusion running across his features. "My name's Lucas, and the pleasure is all mine."
"Ah, I see you're a bit confused. Well, here at Interpol, we work as a semi-autonomous—"
"—organization that aims to help serve the local municipal police forces and the International Pokemon League with maintaining peace, order, and stability by standing against those who seek otherwise, wherever and whenever." Lucas finished the motto that he'd heard a thousand times over during his time here, smirking when he finished. The man blushed, and Looker let out a laugh.
"Well, knowing the motto's half the battle, eh! You've certainly taught him well, Lester." Looker's voice was deep and loud, and carried an authority to it.
"Indeed. I'm sure, Lucas, that you're acquainted with this part of Interpol; assisting the local police forces wherever we can in smaller cases. Looker's a field agent; he goes for the bigger fish in the sea."
"And there's certainly not enough of us out there." Looker said, his face growing more serious. "Which is why we, at Interpol, would like to extend to you an offer. If you'd like, you can 'work' as a field agent-in-training for us. This'll be kept secret from everyone, except the League, of course, and the only thing that'll happen is that I might call for your help from time to time if you're in the area. You'll get a bi-weekly stipend, as well."
"I'll take it." Lucas said, without hesitating.
"Good. I've got a small chip for your pokedex that'll mark it for you, and then you should be set to go." Looker gave him a smile. "Welcome to the big pond, kiddo. I'm staying in Jubilife for a while, so if you could drop by within the next few days, that'd be great." Looker got up from his seat. "Lester, I'll be off. Drop by as well, won't ya?" He handed them both a small card and left the building. Lucas looked down on it, to find an apartment number. He stood up to leave as well.
"Lucas. Being a field agent brings a lot of risk sometimes. Here, we deal with smaller scale criminals. Looker's and his ilk handle the big cases, like Team Rocket." He paused, taking a deep breath, before continuing. "Your parents were some of the best people I had the privilege of working with. It was hard, losing them, and I don't want to lose you too. Be careful out there." Lester leaned back into his chair. "If you ever feel like it's too much, just call me, okay?"
"I will." Lucas felt himself start to tear up a bit. Lester had, in a way, stepped in as a father figure, and in a way, it felt like losing a parent all over again. He took a breath to calm himself and forced a smile onto his face. "Everything'll be alright, I'll make sure of it."
"I hope you're right."
=o=
Tsovinar watched as Lucas placed another meal onto a steel tray, before encapsulating it into one of those steel and plastic contraptions. They were going to leave for the next city, and so he would need to be in top form. Tsovinar didn't really need to pack much himself, being a prinplup, a prince of the Sinnoh seas, but his trainer was packing so many different things into so many different capsules.
Not everyone could be royalty, he supposed. After all, royalty didn't bother themselves with such things like packing.
There was also the fact that since they were traveling, they had to leave their comfy little den. He'd gotten used to the comfort of pillows, of being the top dog in the house. That wasn't to say he couldn't defeat a wild pokemon; he'd handled that stupid bird earlier, hadn't he?
But land wasn't exactly the best place for a prinplup to be, and if he wasn't wrong, there wasn't much water from here to the next city. Didn't his trainer call it Or-burger city? Humans were stupid, naming their places names like Or-burger. Well, maybe not; Jubilife had a nice ring to it, and Lucas had told him it was a, er, port-man-tow (was that the word he'd used? One could never be too sure when your trainer used large words) of jubilee, which meant festival, and life, which was, well, life, the thing everything that moved did. Well, not everything, but Tsovinar didn't really bother himself with the specifics.
His name was a bit long, but he liked it. Never mind that it was the name for Kyogre, who was mythologically represented as a woman; Tsovinar had a nice ring to it.
Still, it would be nice to shorten it to 'Tso'. Or maybe not, that was a type of chicken. Quite delicious, but still, not fitting for a prinplup, prince of the Sinnoh seas. He was no chicken!
His trainer was still packing food. Probably a good idea; they both liked eating lots of good food, and Lucas was truly an excellent cook. He watched as a pot went into a capsule, and a bag of rice, and then the eggs went into a different capsule.
Food was something he'd never understood. Apparently, humans didn't eat other humans, which was odd, because pokemon certainly ate other pokemon though not very often. He supposed it was part of the reason that humans were able to build such great cities. After all, it was kind of hard to build something when someone else was trying to eat you.
He'd gotten the new move down today, though. That was pretty cool, since apparently it was a strong move (though he didn't really see how spinning water was a strong move). Maybe if he tried picking up the ground like he did with the sand? Thoughts for later.
His trainer had finished packing everything, and the sun had gone down. He was pretty tired; beating that stupid bird had taken some energy, but learning that new move, Whirlpool, wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever done. Not that he'd admit to being tired, of course. Being tired was for weaker pokemon, and he was anything but! He was Tsovinar, named after Lady Kyogre herself! He was a prinplup, prince of the Sinnoh seas! He was—
Lucas watched, amused, as Tsovinar fell over and started snoring. He gently picked up the sleeping prinplup and lay him down on his small nest of pillows, before getting into his bed and dozing off to sleep.
Today was a good day, and tomorrow brought exciting prospects over the horizon.
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The name Tsovinar comes from Armenian mythos, where she's the goddess of rain, water, and the sea.