Pokémon: Wings of Beginnings
Chapter 8: A Day Like Any Other
May 5th, 2020
9:00 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Luigi's Room
The twenty-three year old Garchomp gets up from lying onto his sides on the bed. With the large fin on his back, sleeping like that isn't so... it would definitely lead to mattress damage.
He looked at his body, down at the right side of his chest. Particularly, where his Dynacrystal is embedded on. These dreams he have are always the same whenever they involved blurry figures, something he could never make out.
Forgotten people... That much he knows, but he still feels in between considering about forgetting them during missions because the success of the missions are the biggest priority as spoken.
He shook his head. It is a new day. And he is expectant to see missions distributed towards active members.
But first... he needs to freshen up before he does that. Luigi heads over to the bathroom, intent on taking a shower to wake him up.
Stepping onto the tiles there, Luigi pulls down the only clothing he wore while sleeping: a pair of shorts. He looks over at the shower and stands under it.
"Those dreams again." He muttered. "I hope Professor find it soon."
He turns the tap and allows water to run down his scaly body. He took a breath and rubbed the water around his built body. His muscular back moved rhythmically as he rubbed himself while water dripped down. He looked up and leaned in to have more water drip his back. His tail swayed around the floor. Droplets fell on his front body as he rubbed them around. He then looked upward to let water fall on his face, he smiled as the water tickled his face. He then took some soap and rubbed his body around.
Slowly, his body was coated with soap suds. His scales felt fresh from the rejuvenating sensation of the soap's extracts. He moved about his abs slowly, getting the right pacing of the spaces between them.
The soap settles between the spacing and whenever they got heavier from the top to run down his body, they would continue to accumulate with more suds that eventually slides down onto the wet floor.
He then let the water run down on his body to have the suds washed off his body. He rubbed his body more to let more suds off his body. Once it was over, he took a few more seconds to rinse himself before turning off the showers. Going out of the cubicle, he took a towel to dry himself and wrapped it around his waist.
He heads to the wardrobe, opening it and looking at the clothing present. Apart from his customized uniforms, there are several other articles of clothing that are more suited for certain occasions or reconnaissance if likely.
When he thought about it, it's likely that a mission will come out of the blue and he might be assigned to it.
Then again, it wouldn't hurt to just wear something else other than his work uniform. With that in mind, he reaches out for something more casual.
He slips on a navy blue shirt with a natural hole at the back to fit his dorsal fin, taking a pair of boxers next to wear before grabbing cargo pants that reach up to his spiked kneecap, also provided with holes for his spikes to go through.
After seeing himself dressed up well enough, he puts the towel into a basket half-filled with worn clothing yet to be washed. "This is alright." Luigi mused to himself before heading to the door after taking his keycard and wallet with him.
Leaving his room, he thought about the day. Iggy should be ready for mission starting tomorrow since that mission which the team he is in vanquished the Flame Wyrm which appeared.
Looking over, he could spot the Flashrost brothers over at a fair distance from the corridors. Gray scratches the back of his head, dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts. Guy is yawning, stretching his forearms into the air and raising his light blue shirt to show some of his furred body and white shorts.
"I had a dream, ya'ow..." Gray mumbles. "I felt like my right ear is gone and my feet got cut, ah..." He waved his arms to the sides. "...And that's before I had to take a make-up exam, ah! The exam paper fell and crushed me!"
"Oh~" Guy sang and placed his arms behind his back. "I don't have a hole exam today and I am still armed so they can't be real~"
Gray froze and jolts. "Holy crap! I have an exam today, ya'ow!?" His face looks like he had lost all colours.
"Take care bro~" Guy encourages and rummaged around something behind him and let out... "I got a doll from Pretzel, want him to encourage you with the exam?"
"...No!" Gray shrieks, backing away.
"Come on, he's beary lonely~"
"No!"
Luigi snorts as he watches Gray stumble back into his room. More or so likely to try and cramp up on reading for his exam today. Always the problem member of their 'squad'.
He looked at what kind of Dulled plushie Guy held...It appeared to be some form of an amorphous mass of... something at best. Gelatanous in appearance.
"Guess bro doesn't want you~" Guy sang and went back to his room. "Maybe Weiss-iss would~"
Luigi watched his retreating figure and just when he was about to leave to spend his free-time, he heard Weiss's scream from a distance away. It was mixed with horror and annoyance and came out from the calmest member of WINGS.
He felt slightly amused at this. Their large numbers and very... unique members are something.
Luigi began to think about food. Maybe a quick bite to eat before visiting Iggy. Might bring a snack too.
He went to the cafeteria, it was quiet for about two seconds upon his entrance.
He hears a horrified scream, and turning into that direction, he could clearly see someone standing out so clearly. Green... Fran, dressed in a lime-coloured set of shirt and shorts. He looked to see Brandt in a long-sleeved brown shirt and cream pants on the floor with coffee spilled around him. He could see something ooze out of his mouth and nostrils.
"B-Brandt, are you alright!?" Fran asks, kneeling down at the Rhyperior definitely out for the count.
There was no response as he tried to shake him. Completely out cold.
Luigi watches another member pour themselves a cup of coffee, apparently unaware of the situation here. New recruit likely. They take a sip of the coffee and gagged. "S-Sand in my mouth...!" One scream and they were lying on the floor.
"...Fran?" Luigi called, earning a yelp from Fran. "Did you make coffee?"
"O-oh, Luigi!" Fran turns to greet him and begun twiddling his fingers. "Y-Yes... I looked at the instructions and took out coffee beans to..."
"Coffee beans?" Luigi wondered. "Did you grind them?"
Fran nods. "Y-Yes!"
"Blended?"
"Y-Yes..."
"And what did you add?"
"Oh, um... these."
He showed the packaging. ...It wasn't coffee beans.
Luigi sighs. "Those are...Not coffee beans." Luigi explains. "They're cocoa beans."
"H-huh?" Fran took a closer look and gasped. His antennae fell down rather cutely. "I-I guess...I failed again..."
"Just be careful next time." Luigi reassured with a smile and pat his head.
Fran blushes deeply and he twiddled his fingers in response. His tail even wags to the sides. "I-I will..." he stammers.
"...Alright." Luigi went to the counters to see what were on display.
He already set what he thinks will fill Iggy up well: a hamburger and one banana. And those are here.
"Alright." Luigi nods to himself. "I'll have mine then."
He gets some steak, and looking at the sides, he requested for some coleslaw and mashed potatoes along with it.
"Hmm..." He hummed before taking a seat. He cuts off a piece of the steak and he puts it in his mouth, allowing the flesh and meat juice flavours to meet his taste buds. He chewed them slowly while he spotted Claire walking around with some admirers. She remained oblivious as she made her way to the table where Luigi was at.
"Hey, Weeg." She greets him. Luigi looks over at her. She was wearing a collared blue shirt and knee-high gray pants.
"Hey Claire, how are you this morning?" He greeted.
"Oh, pretty fine now. Time will probably tell soon." She replies, taking a seat opposite of him. "By the way, have you seen Iggy around?" She looks around the table.
"Not yet, still sick maybe." He replied. "It's been some time since that last mission. I've heard from Commander that he's in his room to take a rest and Professor's been watching over him for the time being."
Claire nodded as she looked at the plate of hamburger and banana beside him.
"Iggy likes these." Luigi explained. "I just hope that the burger has enough nutrients than just fill your stomach."
"I think some of the food here still works out pretty well." Claire comments. "And you brought along a banana. It should work well for him."
She took a bite of her sandwich and spoke while chewing. "Preffy guf for him."
"Always maintain a healthy diet and taking care of yourself." Luigi added as he cut a piece. "And don't talk while mouth is full."
Claire swallows. "Alright. Anyhow, why do you think some of the members keep looking at me?"
Luigi sighed, she would never know why. Way too oblivious that she didn't even know that Brandt liked her too despite the obviousness of his attraction. He was about to answer it when she looked at Brandt.
"Hm? What happened to him?" She wonders.
"He drank the coffee Fran made." He answered. "But he used cocoa beans instead. I told him to be careful next time and I just wish he didn't have to push himself too much."
"Again?"
She was met with a nod. "Kind of weird... that even cocoa beans somehow..." Luigi fell silent the last time he tried Fran's cooking...
"Sand...It even took out Commander for several months just by eating it and the sight knocked out Professor too."
"Weird, isn't it?" Claire nods. "That's why most of us try not to let him cook without supervision..."
"He was always so careless...I just hope that he doesn't get hurt."
Another nod from Claire as they went back to finish their meals.
May 5th, 2020
9:40 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Iggy's Room
"Professor, I can get out of bed and walk around." Iggy insists for the umpteenth time. "I won't go for any missions today."
"No means no, Emberkin." Pentaster declined. "Just use me as an example. I never get out of bed when I get sick. You're still young but never take advantage of youthful energy for your health."
Iggy breathes out and he laid himself back onto his bed.
"...Hm?" Pentaster looked at the door after hearing a knock. He went there and peeked at the occupant outside. "Oh, Duonter. Thank you."
Iggy looked at the Professor teleporting a tray inside. A tray with his favorite food, hamburger, and a banana. Now that he thought about it, he felt pretty hungry while Professor placed the tray on the bed side. The Professor then took out a tablet and let it analyze his condition.
Abnormalities: None
Breathing: Good
Temperature: 47 degrees Celsius (Normal temperature for Fire-types)
Dynacrystal: Moderate
Iggy turned to the food presented by the bedside and then to Pentaster.
"Your Dynacrystal is moderate but you need rest so that it wouldn't lose its power." He spoke out. "If it loses it, you die. You know how much it would pain forgetting you, correct?"
Iggy was silent but he nods. The Dynacrystal is after all the only reason why he is here. The Dynacrystal gives him all these powers such as his ability to manipulate fire of any kind, including even fire used by foes.
But... death in the terms of those with Dynacrystals means erasure of their entire existence. No one would know who did it. Looking even at a name, nothing would be felt.
He sighed...He didn't want to die. Nor did he want to lose anyone.
"I'll try to be more careful with myself, Professor." Iggy tells Pentaster.
"Thank you." Pentaster nodded before making his way to the door. "Can I trust you that you won't get out of bed when I am away to attend to other patients and help with the research?"
"I promise..." Iggy replied.
With that affirmation, Pentaster left the room, leaving Iggy alone. He looked over the book Pentaster left him and the food beside him.
Iggy took a bite of the hamburger first, sating his hunger from being in his room for two days. After he had enough of the burger, he sets it back on the tray and cleaned his hands with tap water. Once that was done, he held the book.
The book contained information about the Vermillion Bird and the hooded man who observed the events of time.
This is supposed to be a form of lore that hasn't been properly witnessed, at least... from anyone who is still alive by this point.
All forgotten, along with the knowledge of Old Magic like Summon Magic. Also, the Crystallization of the body called Crystal Stasis.
He looked at that term... From the texts, it says crystal stasis will preserve a body without it being affected by the hands of time. In addition, wounds that may have been present prior to this will be recovered. As to how long it lasts, it mostly states an indefinite amount of time at worst.
He looked down. It was also Old Magic and that means the Dynacrystal can't access it yet.
He shakes his head, reaching out a hand to take the banana. He uses his teeth to peel open the skin before he took a bite off the fruit.
And they said that crystal stasis may last forever. It's not a well and reliable method to even keep safe.
He sighed after he swallowed the ones in his mouth before turning the page to the page about l'Cie. Pronounced as "Luh-see" but spelt as l'Cie.
I'Cie, individuals who have been granted great physical and magical powers by the blessing of the Vermillion Bird, should they chance upon it. They are also given a type of objective dubbed as a Focus, which they are to fulfill. And once they've completed their Focus, they will be granted crystal stasis. They are given brands to reveal their status as a I'Cie. Those with Dynacrystals are focused on where the crystals have embedded themselves onto.
Great power...But he knew that there was a cost to it too.
Being a I'Cie still meant that the Dynacrystal's effects continue to carry on for one, and another is that if a I'Cie either fails in their Focus or their mental stability has broken down completely, they would end up becoming some kind of being that would be impossible to exist. Abominations of disfigured, crystal monsters called Cie'th.
To either be granted a mission as to fulfill for possible immortality... or become a monster yourself with little purpose in life... He tightened his hand. This power, he wasn't sure if he wanted it. Being a I'Cie... there is little to no mortality left in you, nor any form of being free either... A shackle...
He shook his head. He... didn't want that... not... at all... right?
No, he definitely... did not want to become a I'Cie... Though... he felt strange about it... Like as if... a strange feeling of déjà vu...But that couldn't be possible... It shouldn't be.
He held his head. Why did he want more power?
He doesn't even know the answer to that...
May 5th, 2020
11:05 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Outside Gym
Weighing scale... Arubo stares quietly at the weight presented.
"140 kg", it says. He is heavier than the average weight of Abomasnows.
He sighed, why from all of his very muscular figure? He looked down at his belly, pinched it, tugged it, and released it. It easily protrudes right from his body, watching how the belly jiggles from that release. He knows that Abomasnow are supposed to be these large-sized but...
Just going through all that training yet he still has all this flab... The squishy, round, and fluffy flab in front of him.
It bothers him... so much... He looked at anywhere else, even at the short chest fur in front of him.
He reaches at those spots and touched there.
There were hard and firm chest muscles. Just as muscular as Takan's extremely built body. He let out a sigh, he wondered of any women would like him at all. A large and fa-nope, not that word, snowman.
He lumbers over at a direction, easily picking up the sound of music. He could tell it's from a flute. And sure enough, he could spot a certain Primarina playing a flute.
Aria is deep in concentration, moving her fins across the holes of the flute while she blows into it. Though this is music... she mainly uses it for combat purposes. Many are well-aware of her beauty, most of WINGS believe that Aria could well be the most beautiful of the many women present.
Though, biological analysis on her was... odd, to say at best.
Her blood... it's some form of different blood, not as pure as other Pokémon, yet the blood had the same trace as a Primarina. No one knows why and the power to manipulate sound, beauty, and singing voice came from the other blood, her being a Primarina just boosted those traits and it was because of her unknown blood that she was like that.
Aria places her flute down, pausing from her practice and she notices Arubo. "Oh, Arubo..." she says.
He mumbled and she laughed softly. He was also attracted to her beautiful tune. One of the things he get to enjoy it without battle.
"Y... Yes. It's nice, isn't it...? To play these while at ease... and..." Aria looks back at her flute. "...Not for battles..."
A mumble of affirmation. She sighed, he always communicated with mumbles even with their childhood. Not much people understood what they meant and she knew he meant a lot with those mumbles.
"Oh, Arubo..." she says to him.
Another mumble. She often wondered why he was always like that, among the largest members and also a quiet one of that. It took a while for him to approach them all, always the quiet one of the bunch.
Aria clasps her fins together and nods.
They looked as...Lenna came and held some parchment of paper. They stared at her attire.
"Uh, Le-" Aria begins.
"Aye, what ye' be askin'?" Lenna answers, stomping with some vigor. The coat's ends around her flaps with quite some movements.
"I mean, today-"
"I be huntin' fer treasure here!"
"Lenna-"
"Captain Lenna!"
Arubo mumbled.
Her love for pirates was here again. She even spoke with a pirate accent too. What got her to be like this now? She presented the parchment to them, a treasure map.
"So this is..." Aria speaks.
"Where we're huntin' for treasure, crew!" Lenna answers. Crew? Wait, them!?
Arubo mumbled.
"Uh... will we be going anywhere far?" Aria asks.
She shoved the map to her as she made her way to the HQ's exit. "Let's scurvy!" Lenna announces.
Aria turned to Arubo. "Will we be alright this time...?"
"...Don't know..." Arubo answered.
Aria sighs. "Well... I think she'd know as well..."
May 5th, 2020
3:40 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Training Grounds
Lusiane catches her chakrams on their return trajectory, looking at the struck targets she had thrown them towards.
"Hm..." she sees Takan approach her area. "I think there is some improvement in the movement of them." He examines the targets and nods again to her. Lusiane looks at the elder Golisopod. She wasn't supposed to have anything against that Sensei of theirs, but...
His way of clothing...
He never wears a shirt. And if he does, he either takes it off or something destroys his shirt in deadly precision. And those pants... the spacing shows off the sides of his waist and hip areas...Speaking of which... wasn't he wearing a shirt just a few minutes ago? What happened to it?
"Sensei? What happened to that shirt we gave you?" She wonders.
"Oh..." Takan looked at his bare torso. A shred of fabric was lodged onto his pants. "A recruit's attack went off its' mark and hit me. It only shredded the shirt off from my body."
H-How was that possible!? Lusiane looked back and forth. This defies any logic. How could a misfire do that much damage to a shirt?
Takan scratches the back of his head... and despite the misfire, he didn't take any injuries as seen on his bare torso.
"..." Lusiane stared as another sets of targets were shot out. "You have a pupil?"
"Oh, yes, I do." Takan replies with a nod. He crosses his larger forearms. "He's learning pretty well through the training that is well suited for him..."
"And...Did he..." Lusiane muttered, pointing at his bare body.
"Hm?" Takan ponders what she meant before he continues. "My pupil underwent similar training as I do. He is learning how to brave the environment well enough."
The insectoid tilts his head. "What is the matter of it?"
"Nothing." Lusiane shakes her head. "Just curious."
"Hm...?"
She held her chakrams together before asking, "What kind of Pokèmon is he?"
"Oh, he's... hmm..." Takan ponders.
He walks over to a bag and takes out a book, presenting it to Lusiane. "You can take a look here."
"A little cub..." Lusiane muttered before taking out a book called 'Trip to the Isle of Armor'. "This is an Auto Biography of Galar's Champion Victor and Motostoke Gym Leader Gloria. Their adventures in the Isle of Armor."
She turned the page. "This is given to me when we completed a mission." Lusiane continued. "They don't want to reveal what is the Master Dojo's 'Secret Armor'. But because we finished the task to reach it, they gave me a page for this."
They looked about and found that their "Secret Armor" was a little cub.
It was a small dark grey cub that stood on two legs with feet having two toes that were triangular in shape each. The head had a yellow maw with a round nose and two marks on a chin, a pair of bright black eyes with white pupils, white puffy fur with two spikes on the forehead, the sides and the top between the eyes had two spikes of fur each, and a white headband at the back. The chest had a white bow markings and arms had three digits each. Its tail was black and spiky.
"Yes." Takan nods. "I was in Galar a few years back before I encountered him."
"So...A Kubfu." Lusiane answered, looking back at the book and at the auto biography. "Has he decided what to choose?"
Takan shakes his head. "He hasn't. It is a choice that he has to make by himself without others' influence." He explains.
"I see..." Lusiane nodded. "We have to make our own choices. Never letting others' judgement hinder us from what we believe is right. Unlike us...These Dynacrystals weren't of our choice but it isn't the time to grieve for losing our past. What we should do now is for the future. So whatever choice he makes, support him, Sensei."
Takan nods again. "Agreed. He is my pupil, after all."
Way behind him, there is chatter from a group of recruits focusing on him.
"...And you got more admirers." Lusiane sighed.
"Sensei's so good today!" A female member squealed.
"Sensei... s-so cool...!" A male member murmurs.
Takan looked back at them. "Hm?" He ponders... and he grants them a great view of his insectoid body's built state. More squeals came.
Generally, it's more complicated for insectoid bodies to be able to develop abs like Takan for example. Yet he managed to had one for himself. He was also the most built being anyone had ever seen, maybe Arubo counts but Takan lacked any fats. Not only that, his attire bore it for everyone to see and his age never hindered his good looks.
"Sensei..." Lusiane faces him. "Let's continue training."
Takan nodded while he spotted a female turtle-like warrior approach him with his katanas.
This turtle was very large. She had a triangular head that was green and ridge of her eyes being brown with a jagged jaw, black nose, two grey spikes at the sides, and red eyes encircled by a black ring. Her body was sectioned with a green upper half and a brown lower half that ended to her bulky tail. She stood on four muscular brown legs, each with three toe toes on each. The most interesting part of her was that her upper shell resembled a small garden. The right had rows of grey pointed stones with one covered in moss, an oak tree with some patches of dirt on it covered with green grass, and two pentagon slabs at the front and back with grey ends.
The turtle quietly nods in response. She opened her jaws and a large blade appears which she bites onto the hilt of the blade akin to biting onto a bone or stick.
"You're one of the new recruits?" Lusiane asked, receiving a nod.
"She is quite the silent Pokémon." Takan comments.
Lusiane nodded in response before looking back. "Name?"
"...Treant... Gaian..." The turtle answers Lusiane.
"Treant Gaian." Lusiane repeated. "...I've seen the reports, your skills with the greatsword rivals Arubo's own. You're also great in smithing."
Treant quietly nods in response.
"Alright, we are honored to fight by your side." Lusiane nodded. "Do your best out there."
Treant nods again and she turns to Takan.
"Hm? You wear a breastplate similarly as Leonhart does." The Golisopod points out.
At that statement, Treant looked uncomfortable, appearing to mumble something. "Hm? What is it?" Takan wonders, heading over to her.
"Sensei, Gaian?" Lusiane wondered while Takan reaches over to Treant to put an arm on her to calm her. However, the breastplate shook a bit and then...
Fwoom!
It flew so fast, breaking the speed of sound while Lusiane stared blankly when it flew past her. Somewhere in the hallway, Brandt was making his way to where Claire was now when...
"Huh?" He blinked before he suddenly felt something shoot beside him, disappearing into the distance. His eyes were left widened at the sudden 'attack'.
"W... What the holy?"
He spotted the breastplate and heard Gray's scream of pain. He gawked and turned... Gray had been hit dead on by the breastplate, forcing his feet off from the ground...
Back in the training room, Treant had her front legs cover her chest. She looked extremely embarrassed of how big her chest was.
Takan had his mouth open, gawking.
Lusiane stared down at Treant covering her chest... Those... these...!?
"..." Lusiane looked at her own.
It... was nowhere close... and she thought Claire was enough... No... This Torterra... is larger than Claire...! E-Cups but for her species...Lusiane's own B-cups were a pebble to those mountains.
Treant bent her head up slightly, still covering her chest as much as she could in her position.
"...Gaian..." Lusiane muttered, overwhelmed with her enormous bust size.
"...Get... breastplate... back..." Treant mumbles.
Chapter 8 Concluded