Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
System Text
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
"Wh... no... this... this doesn't make any sense..." The pink haired woman whispers to herself in the background as I quietly fill out the answers on the test.
I frown down at the paper.
Up until twenty minutes ago... I couldn't read this. It's not English... which is strange because I could have sworn we are speaking English.
"What are the feeding habits of the common Pidov?"
I write my answer, the language looking foreign and strange to me.
"Pidov eat a myriad of foods but tend to prefer a vegetarian grain-based diet, yet they have been known to eat some smaller bug type pokemon, however this is normally only made possible by the Tranquill or Unfezant leading their flock.
"What are you supposed to do if you come into contact with a Beartic and her cubs?"
"Back away slowly, make sure to not go in between the cubs and their parent. If push comes to shove the mother could be driven off with a potent enough fire attack, but this is only if you have no other option. Even then, it is a really poor option as it has quite the large chance of violently angering the Beartic in question."
"How do you evolve the elemental monkey trio (Pansear, Panpour, and Pansage) into their final evolution?"
"The three elemental monkeys can be evolved with elemental stones. A fire stone for Pansear, a water stone for Panpour, and a Leaf Stone for Pansage."
This test is like thirty pages long, the first twenty pages were absolutely full of multiple choice questions, but the latter ten have all been questions that require written answers.
But! This is the last question!
"What is the most disgusting and shameful action a pokemon trainer can take?"
"Abusing their own pokemon. A trainer should form bonds with their pokemon and vice versa. They should become friends who trust each other. To abuse this trust is despicable."
I skim the test once more and nod slowly, feeling happy with my answers.
I gather the papers but before I stand up I spy the bipedal nurse assistant pokemon waddle over.
"Audino!" She exclaims as she takes the papers, clips them to a clipboard and returns to Nurse Joy.
Man...
I sort of wonder how Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny are all the same...
Are they some sort of artificial pokemon or something? Clones? Androids?
What's going on with them?
She seems especially perturbed about my blood, but that's fine. The nanotech is burned up and destroyed during the transformation... all that's left is my slightly altered genetics... I'm an 'evolved' human as it were.
She's probably struggling to understand why or how my very body is slightly scuffed.
I wonder if she'll notice that the small finger wound she gave me earlier is already completely healed?
Her eyes stray from the information in front of her to the test on the clip board.
"Eevee..." The pokemon in my bag sighs.
"I know." I whisper back to it. "I'm bored too."
"…"
"You know, there's a bag of chips in-" I begin only to be cut off by the multiformed pokemon.
"Eevee."
"…"
"You've already eaten them?" I question.
"Vee. Eevee." Comes the fox pokemon's reply.
"What about the-"
"Vee."
"Or the-"
"Eevee."
"…"
"…"
"Vee-Eevee?" The little glutton questions.
"No. There's not anything else." I scoff as I look away from the bag.
I might not be able to understand him when he's not in his Leafeon form, but I can take a pretty good guess as to what he's saying.
We sit there for about an hour, boredly gazing around the pokemon center.
People come and go, nurse joy sometimes having to heal some pokemon, thus making her grading of my test take even longer, but eventually, she walks over with a card and a pokeball.
She looks over me and lets out a quiet sigh. "You passed the test."
She hands me a small card and the poke ball.
"You are now permitted to catch and train pokemon. Congratulations." The woman states with the smallest smile.
I look over the card, the photo she took of me looks to have been taken while I was in the process of taking my test.
Unova Trainer License
Name: Xander Welsh
Date of Birth: ?/?/1364
Registered Pokémon: {QR CODE}
Badges: 0
Contact Information: XXX-XXX-XXXX
"Great!"
I take the pokeball and reach towards my bag.
A fluffy black head pokes out of the bag and headbutts the red and white sphere.
It clicks open and sucks the fox inside with a red beam of light.
The ball shakes once, then then it seems to click.
With a flash it opens as Loki appears on my other side.
"A black Eevee?!" The woman whispers, eyes growing wide.
"How exactly does this registered pokemon thing work?" I question the woman as I slowly stand.
She doesn't say anything, continuing to stare at the fox with a stunned and awed expression, the little fluffy brat preening under her gaze.
"Miss Joy?" I verbally prod, causing her to shake her head and look back to me.
"Huh? Yes?"
"How does the registered pokemon thing work?" I repeat as I point to the section on the card.
"Oh... if you are ever stopped by police they have devices that can scan that little barcode to take them to a website that lists all of your caught pokemon."
"How do they determine if I caught it?" I mutter slowly.
"The pokeball in question is linked to your account upon you purchasing them as long as you have your card on hand, if you ever find yourself with an unbound pokeball you can come to any Leage funded service to have them connected to your account." She answers.
"What's stopping the cashier at pokemarts from using their own card when selling pokeballs and getting a claim for whatever pokemon the trainer in question catches?"
The woman's kind expression falls into a serious one. "That is a very significant crime that the league takes extremely seriously. The pokemon league monitors accounts and tracks purchases and catch positions through the use of Porygon... if things don't add up the league investigates more thoroughly, at which point, if they are found guilty, the league will track down the account of the person who should have the pokemon in question and give ownership of the pokeball over to them."
"What's stopping a corrupt person in the league seeing a particularly powerful pokemon and deciding to give it to themselves?" I question yet again.
"In that case, I suppose the champion would get involved... if the person in question isn't killed by the pokemon they stole, obviously." The pink haired woman answers yet again.
"I see..." I frown as I eventually let out a sigh and shake my head. "Ah well, I don't plan to catch that many pokemon in the first place. I won't have to worry about this much."
"Thank you for the answers." I quietly thank as I nod and turn away, grabbing my bag and zipping it up before slinging it over my shoulder.
Loki hops once and lands on my shoulder.
"I'm going to the pokemart... then I suppose I'll be back with the rest of my team. Then I suppose it might be good to give them a checkup." I call over my shoulder as I turn to leave.
'at least if I give the league a 'hey, I have these pokemon' they won't pester me too much in the annoying ways, merely the 'may we please research your team' way... and if they don't and do the fucking infuriating 'we are confiscating your pokemon' thing... well, I'll initiate the plan where I gather one hundred and eight souls and stuff them in a rock to make a Spiritomb... only I'd be doing this one hundred and eight times and stuffing said spiritombs into an ever fancier rock... spiritomb squared...'
Yes, Alchemy does cover the creation process for a Spiritomb's keystone... at least the method to alchemically temper the stone to house ghost type pokemon... and with my current level I could even make a couple improvements to the stone in question...
Maybe not the whole 'stuff one hundred and eight spiritombs together' level of improvements, but maybe more along the lines of 'this spiritomb holds five hundred souls instead of a mere one hundred and eight'.
Of course, to enact this plan I would probably need to make a more effective ghost type to put the souls into the keystone... like a Froslass... or a Gengar... but maybe I could figure out how to give a Zoroark the ability I would require.
Then, of course, I would be forced to murder Eleven thousand six hundred and sixty four people... and, as evil as I am- with a shocking lack of evil deeds- that may be just a biiiit too far for me... at least for people who have done nothing to me.
Gotta plan a simple murder before you can enact genocide.
"Wait." The nurse calls out. "There's one more thing I need to tell you... you do have living relatives."
"Oh? That's neat." I scoff.
"I am legally required to inform them of your presence as you are still technically not a fully fledged adult." Nurse Joy continues.
"Sure, Sure. Whatever. As long as I am not forced to do anything by them." I snort as I walk out of the poke center.
"Eevee." Loki nods along from my shoulder.
"Alright gang, I'm probably leaving for real this time." I call out as I step out of my 'home', clicking the door shut behind me.
A wave of noise reverberates off the walls of the cave, dozens of eeveelutions look disappointed, there are other pokemon littered about of course, a Deino here, a Growlith there, even a ghostly looking bipedal wolf-like figure with long white hair tipped with red.
My eyes stray to the Hydreigon sitting up in a cave up above, his main head's eyes locking onto my form as I step out.
I offer a wave to him.
"Hydrei..." He rumbles.
A large feathered reptile steps into view, he is primarily red in color with white as a secondary color, it has a long whip-like tail, black at the base but with the latter half being red in color with a row of white triangles going down the top.
It has numerous feathers on its body, a large plume at the base of its tail, and another on its head, there are two long strands of feathers that trail back, almost like horns.
"Korai..." It lowly growls.
"I'll miss all of you." I smile up to the prehistoric 'legendary' pokemon.
"Koraidon." It mutters as it crosses its arms over its chest, turning and walking away.
The protector of this place... a genetically altered Koraidon...
"I'll miss you too, Kori." I wave.
If I had to give a rough estimate... Koraidon here could probably tangle with one of the imperfect 'Tao Trio'. Not quite to the standard of the other legendary pokemon, but good enough to defend the homestead. Its base strength was decisively stronger than a pseudo legendary at least... and said strength gap has only further grown from my genetic meddling.
I look across the numerous pokemon and nod once with a small smile on my face. "Well, I'll see all of you someday. Keep this place safe, yeah? It'd mean a lot to my mom."
A trill of 'eons' of different eeveelutions, a few 'Zoruu's and a couple 'Growli's meet my ears... plus the hordes of confirmations from the legitimate grass types that live here.
I walk through the cave and make it to the exit, I look over my shoulder. "bye~"
Pov: Elsewhere
A steel-blue haired man crouches in a dark cave, the only light coming from a small flashlight clipped into his suit's breast pocket.
He gently places his hand upon the stone floor, a slight unnatural groove catching his attention.
A helix fossil. Interesting. He idly wonders if it has any DNA in it... he doesn't have an Omastar yet.
A dull ringing noise permeates throughout the cave, causing the man to sigh and look to the X-Transceiver watch on his wrist.
He lets out a sigh of relief as he sees that the call isn't from the league saying something has gone horribly wrong and it is instead from his father...
Let's hope that his next words aren't along the lines of 'something-something 'this is bad'.'
He accepts the call, causing the watch to slide open, a fairly big screen being created.
"Steven?" The portly looking grey haired man on the other side of the cross-transceiver questions.
"I am here." The younger man nods, face being illuminated by his watch.
"Good." The man smiles. "There is something I need to tell you..."
"Yes?" The steel-blue haired man cautiously questions.
"You have a cousin..." The older man begins, deciding to rip the band aid off as fast as possible.
"…" the suited archeologist remains silent for a moment.
"What?" He eventually whispers. "I... didn't even know I had an uncle. Are you sure this is true?"
"I don't like to speak about my brother... thirty years ago we had a falling out... he left, and I never saw or heard from him again... I had always assumed that he would eventually come back... but today I got confirmation that he is more than likely dead. All that's left of him is his son who started his pokemon journey today."
The older man's image fades as a picture fills the screen. It's of a fairly young looking teen with white hair, instantly Steven can see the resemblance.
It's uncanny... he looks almost exactly as he did in his early teens...
He frowns slightly.
Just a lot more toned, tanned, and serious looking.
Xander... Welsh...
"Hn." The man hums. "So... what now?"
"I don't know." His father sighs. "He probably has no idea who we are or what we do... from what he said to the Mistralton City Nurse Joy he has been living on his own being raised by pokemon for the past ten years."
Mistralton city? That's in Unova, isn't it?
A person being raised by Pokémon certainly isn't completely unheard of... just really uncommon. Most wild pokemon just aren't good natured enough. It's typically the errant family of Audino or colony of Maushold. Pokemon with a natural desire to protect... regardless of race.
"Did he say what kind of pokemon it was?" He questions, still not fully comprehending the fact that he has another relative.
He always wanted a younger sibling...
"He said a Hydreigon."
"…"
"What?" The archeologist whispers, eyes growing wide. "You are telling me that the 'Brutal Pokemon' raised a boy at the age of six for ten years?!"
"That's what he said to Nurse Joy." The man nods.
The suited man stares blankly forwards, thoughts rushing through his head.
Hydreigon is- no... in particular the entire Deino line are probably the most vicious dragon type. The natural evil nature of dark typing combined with the proud and destructive nature of the dragon type. It's not a good combo.
He's heard no end to the laments of dragon type specialists about that beast... in particular, one of the elite four and previous champion, 'Drake' who tried getting one for his team.
Even reared from an egg, that Deino was ornery, violent, and it ate basically anything it could get its mouth around and tried to maul everything that moves in its presence.
The number of people who have successfully trained a Hydreigon... and managed to get over its violent tendencies can be counted on one hand... and even then, you wouldn't trust them anywhere near a child unsupervised.
That's just asking for disaster to strike.
Not even the illustrious dragon champion himself, Lance Blackthorn, has a Hydreigon...
The champion of Hoenn lets out a quiet sigh. "I see... this is a lot to process."
"I know. You already have enough on your plate as it is." His father agrees. "But I still felt you should know."
With a simple 'goodbye' the call ends.
This... may be slightly abusing his power as champion, but...
He pulls another device from his bag, powering it on and typing in the trainer ID of his apparent cousin.
His eyes widen as he skims over his 'caught pokemon'.
"What the hell?!"
Registered Pokemon:
Eevee
Ferroseed
?
?
Deino
?
Unknown pokemon?!
Catching one would send the league into a tizzy... two is almost unheard of... but three in one day? on his first day as a trainer?!
Perhaps... he should go and pay his little cousin a visit...
The team I have so painstakingly crafted over the past two years is finally complete...
One grass and steel pokemon who can conjure an army.
One normal type that can at any point change into Water, Fire, Electric, Grass, Ice, Dark, Psychic, or Fairy type.
A fire-rock variant of a fairly common pokemon which is classified as extinct.
A ghost-normal type variant of an extremely rare and reclusive pokemon which is thought to be sometimes extinct... this form of it being unanimously confirmed to be extinct.
A big boy dark-dragon type with some very good potential.
And a soon to be fighter-dragon type which is DECISIVELY extinct, like, to the point where you would be required to extract its DNA from a fossil to get it to function, and will hopefully carry me to the point where I can make the legends bleed.
I step into the pokemon center, six red and white spheres on my belt, a small lightly tattered hooded cloak around my shoulders.
Moisture dribbles down the sides of it as I pull the hood down, glaring at the rain which had started falling ten minutes into my jog.
I walk over to the countertop.
"I'm back." I announce blandly as a grey and black Vaporeon prances into the pokemon center.
It shakes itself off and with a flash a black Eevee is in its place.
Nurse Joy flinches back at the seemingly impossible thing that just happened in front of her, with a small scamper and a leap the Eevee lands on the poke center's countertop.
I scratch the top of its head causing him to preen and let out a small cry. "Eevee!"
"Your Eevee... can... swap between its forms?" The woman observes with a stunned expression.
"Yes?" I mutter as if she said the most obvious thing like 'the sky is blue'.
"That isn't-"
"Normal?" I cut in. "Nah. It is. Eevee's a normal type."
"…"
The woman looks absolutely stun locked from the mind melting discovery and my little joke.
She continues to stare past me as if she is having some sort of Vietnam flashback... I only regain her attention by clearing my throat.
"Right... er... are all of you pokemon this... special?"
"Pretty much." I nod quietly.
The woman lets out a long sigh, muttering under head breath. "Alright... it's fine... you've trained for this, Joy."
"Alright, let's take a look at your pokemon. From a brief look over your Eevee here, he appears to be extremely healthy, a glossy and thick coat..."
She looks down at the Eevee.
"May I see your teeth?"
The fox bares its teeth in what would normally be a ferocious snarl, but it's made less intimidating by the cute 'Vee-Vee' noise he makes instead of a growl.
"White teeth and healthy gums..." The woman observes.
She carefully touches the fox's sides.
"A healthy weight with a surprising amount of muscle. Yes. Your Eevee here is extremely well taken care of." Loki preens under her praise as she presses a stethoscope to his side and waits for a moment before nodding. "A clear and even heartbeat... There's no abnormalit-"
"…" she pauses slightly as she looks over the black furred Eevee which can transform into any of its evolutions at will.
"There's no detrimental abnormalities to Eevee here." The woman corrects.
She looks up to me. "Before we continue any further, I must ask, do you have any problem children within your pokemon team? You are legally obligated to inform us of Ghost, Dark, and Poison Type pokemon in addition to any Pokémon whose physiology or personality might pose a problem such as a Magcargo's lava body or a Gyarados' natural rage."
"Oh. I see." I nod slowly. "Well, I have one Ghost type and a Deino."
"You have a Deino." The woman repeats.
"I do." I nod slowly.
She lets out a long self loathing sigh. "Alright, let's get this over with. Please follow me to the back room."
I slowly follow behind her as we enter a medical examination room, Eevee letting out a small mischievous cry as he leaps up onto my shoulder.
"Vee!"
I blink owlishly as she rolls back her sleeves and puts on some fairly durable looking gloves.
The gloves aren't what grabbed my attention, though... I didn't notice it before, but her arms and hands are absolutely covered in scars. Bite marks, claw marks, fang marks which are decidedly different than 'bite marks' as there are typically only two fangs in venomous reptiles.
I guess that's sort of expected when you deal with a bunch of recently captured bundles of feral wrath.
I can respect her patience for this sort of stuff. She must really care about pokemon to continue doing this after all of that.
"Please summon it."
"Right." I nod as I pull out my pokeball.
With a red flash, a dragon appears on the table, it has four short stubby legs and a little nubby tail, its back half has durable blue scaly skin, the front being covered in a black fuzzy fur that goes up its neck and covers its eyes in a manner that makes it look like an emo child.
The table creaks as Nurse Joy stares in horror.
Oh... right.. He is far larger than what a Deino should normally be. I'd say about three to four times... possibly five or six...
Not quite reaching the limits a pokemon can go, but it is certainly going to grow into an impressive boy.
Hell, he might even be classified as a 'king gene' Hydreigon... I'm unsure just how big his final form will be.
It looks around slowly, unable to really see much around it due to its own natural physiology.
It tilts its head slowly and after a moment, abruptly turns to look at me, apparently sensing my location. "Deino?"
"We're getting a health checkup for you, Azi. Be on your best behavior." I explain.
"Deino." The dragon snorts as it abruptly lays down.
Nurse joy cautiously approaches the dragon type, looking over its body.
"It has a healthy Physique for its s-size..." The woman observes.
She carefully grabs her stethoscope and presses it to the dragon side, looking as if she is prepared to hurl herself backwards at any moment.
"The heartbeat is... regular..." She continues.
The dragon type yawns as it curls up slightly, allowing the nurse to observe its numerous inch long fangs carefully from a safe distance.
"The teeth are fine." The woman idly comments, her tension slightly relaxing as she lets out a muted sigh of relief. "It's also incredibly tame... I've had to deal with dozens of Deino and Zweilous and they are typically the definition of problem children. Biting, scratching, shooting errant dragon breaths... it is a little unusual to see one so well behaved... especially one so big. Typically, larger alpha pokemon are even more violent."
She carefully reaches out and pets its side, causing a low purring growl to radiate from the dragon's throat.
The corners of her mouth tilt upwards, as her eyes stray to me, pausing as my confused stare. "O-Oh, my apologies... it's just... a person doesn't get the chance to be in such close proximity to a Deino very often... even rarer the chance to pet it. I'm sorry if that was overextending."
"No, it's fine." I wave off.
She awkwardly clears her throat. "I take it this is what you meant by your pokemon being 'special'… this is truly a special Deino. If it keeps this nature, I look forwards to seeing what sort of Hydreigon it'll become... and that's not a comment you will hear just anyone make."
"He is the picture of health." The woman smiles as she steps back, taking off her gloves which look as if they have seen better days, the filling seems to be coming out of some bite marks, other parts are scorched by fire.
I recall him into the pokeball and clip it back to my waist.
"May I see your Ghost type now?" The woman questions.
I suck in a small breath through my teeth. "Ooh... alright... but please be calm about it."
She gives me a confused glance. "What do you mean about that?"
"It's... a variant of an extremely rare pokemon... meaning it's even more rare." I weakly answer.
"A variant?"
"Basically, a regional form." I clarify as I clutch a pokeball in one hand.
With a flash a figure appears on the table.
It is a four-legged canine-like pokemon with snow white hair, it has a large bundle of fluff around its neck and a tuft of hair atop its head, it has bright blue tired looking eyes that skim the room, the pokemon's fur appears almost wispy, turning a light blue at the ends.
"Zoura?!" The nurse whispers.
The fox lets out a quiet yawn as it looks around, eyes eventually coming to rest on the pink haired nurse.
With a quiet shimmer, a second nurse joy is sat on the table.
"…"
The second woman tilts her head slightly, a small smirk appearing on her lips.
"Please return to normal, Nyx." I quietly chastise with a muted sigh.
The nurse pouts at me, then with another shimmer, the white fox appears on the table again.
The nurse looks over to me. "I... cannot determine the health of this pokemon... we don't have any baselines formed for a regular Zorua... let alone this."
"But. If you permit..." The woman continues. "I could start formulating a baseline for your Zorua here, as considering your other two pokemon it is more than likely as healthy as it can be. It may just take some time."
"Go ahead... I've got time... also you'll probably need to do this twice more before we are done here, so keep that in mind." I sigh as I turn, walking to a nearby chair and taking a seat as the ghostly fox looks up to Nurse Joy.
"Twice... more?" The woman whispers before shaking off her bafflement.
"Alright, Nyx was it?" The woman begins quietly as the fox's ears flick slightly.
I watch her conduct a physical exam of the ghost type pokemon, hands folded in my lap, noting her idle comments as she looks over the Zorua.
"Thick fur which is mildly cold to the touch... healthy teeth and gums... it weighs considerably less than a pokemon of its size should, but it's not scrawny or thin looking so I am chalking it up to the ghost typing... it is also noticeably more solid than most ghost type pokem- oh... she can discorporate at will, I see..."
The pink haired woman quietly nods. "Alright. This is just about all I need to form a metical baseline for your Zorua here."
She walks over to a nearby pen and paper and rapidly takes down some notes.
I recall the fox pokemon as she slowly nods and turns to face me. "Alright, please release your next pokemon."
I quietly nod and pull a pokeball from my waist.
With a flash a spikey ball with multicolored armor appears on the table.
"Where am I?" The ball rumbles.
"We're getting you a health checkup, Gaia." I explain.
"Ok." The ball replies as it remains stuck in the table.
"I've... never seen this metal before." The nurse mutters, looking over the pokemon. "There's just not much I can really... do to determine the health of a ferroseed due to its inability to move its body."
She carefully grabs the egg-shaped steel type, maneuvering it so she can look into its eyes.
"The armor is successfully bonded... and the pokemon within appears to be healthy... it has been given adequate sunlight and water." The woman quietly notes.
She glances over to me. "If it was a Ferrothorn I could probably determine more, sorry."
"It's alright." I shrug as I return the pokemon clad in magical metal.
"The next pokemon is another variant... this time of a Growlithe." I announce as I push the button on the pokeball and cause an reddish-orange, black, and light grey pokemon to appear on the table.
It has deep reddish orange fur, it has a large grey mane of fur around its neck that extends up to its head and covers its eyes, it falls down into three large curls, its tail has curls that seem to mirror its mane, and finally atop its head is a single pointed horn-like protrusion to the fur.
Instantly the woman's eyes seem to sparkle. "A Growlithe variant?!"
"It has fur like a Furfrou!" She exclaims with some child-like wonder.
The canine lets out a single bark as it sits on the table.
"This is an incredible Growlithe!" The woman gasps, her hands running through its fur.
"I've done checkups for dozens of Growlithe in the police force of Mistralton City... Growlithe are perhaps the pokemon I have the most experience in!" The woman beams. "It is incredible well-muscled... healthy teeth and gums... the fur is... hard and extremely coarse?"
"It's a Fire-Rock type." I supply.
"Oh! I see!" The woman gasps. "Then its fur is so tough due to the minerals within it... interesting."
The woman pauses suddenly as she looks down at the pokemon's paw.
She tilts her head and carefully lifts the appendage.
"Oh... there actually is something wrong with your Growlithe here..." The woman frowns. "There is a thorn imbedded in his paw pad."
"Surtur." I sigh as I give the pokemon a disappointed look.
Its head lowers as its ears flatten slightly, looking away from me like a guilty child.
"If you are hurt, you have to tell me, alright?" I declare as the pokemon lets out a low whimper. "You can't just put on a brave face like this when you are hurt!"
"…"
"I'm not mad... just a little disappointed." I shake my head in quiet disappointment, earning another almost inaudible whimper.
"Vee!" Loki nods along.
My eyes slide to Nurse Joy. "Can you help him?"
"Oh absolutely. This sort of injury isn't life threatening in any way." The woman smiles.
She waggles her fingers over above the Growlith, catching his attention.
With a small jerk of her other hand, she frees the thorn from its paw, earning a small yipe from the fire-rock type.
It hunches slightly, letting out a low growl.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" She smiles, causing the growls to slowly subside.
She grabs a potion from a nearby counter and pauses in front of the Growlithe. "Hey now... can I see your paw again?"
The rocky dog slowly lifts a paw, I can't see its eyes, but I assume its giving the nurse a suspicious glare.
"This will sting a little bit." The woman states.
Seeing the pokemon not pulling away after a moment, she spritzes the bottom of its foot with the medicine, causing the dog to jerk its leg away abruptly and let out another whine.
"You were a big boy." She complements as she pets the top of its head, avoiding the upward facing hair that looks like horn.
Its large bushy curled tail begins slowly wagging under her praise and pets.
He's just such a good boy.
The nurse turns her attention to me. "He should be completely fine after about thirty minutes."
I nod once and return the fire doggo to his pokeball.
"Alright, here's my last pokemon... it's ah... a thing... anyways, this is Magni."
With a flash a black pokemon appears on the table.
Its general body shape is that of a lamia... just an extremely small and stumpy, almost chibi-like, lamia... having a snake-like body instead of legs, and two arms, the top half is that of a short nosed reptile.
It has a white feathered frill that is yellow and red towards the base, there are two long rope-like horns near the tip of its snout, there's a small inflatable sack on its neck, two yellowish eyes peer around the room in caution.
"What..." The woman quietly whispers. "What is this?"
Koridile.
The apparent pre-evolution of Koraidon...
Hey all! I'm back with another chapter! Xander is now a liscenced trainer and can begin his magical journey in the world!
And what's this? He has a FAMILY?! Strange. Surely this will have no future consequences!
And... for future reference, here's the list of pokemon Xander has at his disposal!
Pokemon 1: Gaia:
Species: Ferroseed
Gender: Female
Type: Grass/Steel
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves: Metal Claw, Iron Defense, Tackle, Pin Missile, Toxic, Ingrain, Spiky Shield, Unknown Grass Type Move.
Pokemon 2: Loki
Species: Eevee
Gender: Male
Type: Normal
Ability: Eeveemental Flux: Eevee can assume any of the Eeveelutions at will, in addition, when stuck by an attack whose type perfectly matches Eevee's current type, Eevee's wounds will heal and their energy shall be restored.
Moves: Covet, Extreme Speed, Swift, Double Team, Fire Fang, Ice Fang, Thunder Fang, Bite, Aqua Tail, Psychic Fangs, Leaf Blade, Iron Tail, Disarming Voice, Detect, Double Kick, Teleport, Takedown* (Move changes based on current evolution)
Pokemon 3: Surtur
Species: Hisuian Growlith.
Gender: Male
Type: Fire/Rock
Ability: ?
Moves: Fire Fang, Flame Wheel, Bite, Thunder Fang, Rock Tomb, Power Gem, Dig, Stealth Rock
Pokemon 4: Nyx
Species: Hisuian Zorua
Gender: Female
Type: Normal/Ghost
Ability: ?
Moves: Shadow Sneak, Quick Attack, Swift, Icy Wind, Will-o-Wisp, Hex, Substitute, Sludge Bomb
Pokemon 5:
Name: Azi
Species: Deino
Gender: Male
Type: Dark/Dragon
Ability: ?
Moves: Dragon Rage, Bite, Ice Fang, Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Dark Pulse, Thunder Wave, Protect
Pokemon 6: Magni
Species: Koridile
Gender: Male
Type: Dragon
Ability 1: Orichalcum Pulse: +30% strength in sunny weather.
Ability 2: ?
Moves: Sunny Day, Breaking Swipe, Rock Smash, Ancient Power, Dragon Claw, Shadow Claw, Bulldoze, Solar Beam, Thunder Fang, Zen Headbutt, Fire Fang, Ice Fang
Guest Reviews:
VLF: oh god... the POKEMON IRS.
TabascoSlacksMcG: Wh- it was a fucking joke... I'm not going to read that shit.
THAT Vaporeon: no. Just regular Extremis.
Guest 001: As amusing as that sounds, 'cultivation' isn't really a concept in the pokemon universe.
Guest 002: Yes, Yes he did.
Guest 003: Honestly, it's debatable if Xander's even 'evil' he just does his own thing... he's a Chaotic Neutral. At the moment he has no real overarching goals other than 'complete gym circuit'
JustAFan123: Theoretically, yes, that would be possible... only, instead of a Mankey he'd use an Infernape or Grookey
Anyways, I'll see you all later!