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Ember awoke in bed which was strange considering that he passed out in front of the TV late last night but he figured that his dad put him to sleep. His birthday sure was exciting.
He yawned and stretched, feeling as though Yveltal had sapped him of his energy.
Ugh... why did he want to wake up early again?
His hand slammed down on his alarm clock. Something crumpled under his fist, something hard and cold like metal. Ember glanced over to see a pile of scrap where his alarm clock shaped like a Pokeball used to be. He slid the pieces into the top drawer of his dresser and climbed out of bed, looking about his room idly.
Nothing has changed since last night or the day before so this really isn't necessary.
Oh, wait, except for the gag gift that Trace's dad handed him before his dad could find it. Something about making the guy uncomfortable with seeing his face in his kid's room.
"Thirteen?"
Ember glanced over at Thirteen's empty bed that his dad set up near the door then over at the desk, cluttered with books but no tuft of brown fur popped out against the bright colored book covers.
The Eevee tend to run off without warning Ember but... It probably isn't as bad as it seems. He might be somewhere else in the house. Sometimes his dad brought Thirteen to the lab to poke at him for a while.
Frustrating but Ember already had plans to head there.
He grabbed a backpack and started to pick up storage capsules, a few changes of clothes for the road ahead... what else? Ember could figure it out later.
"Alright, let's get going," he told the empty room.
That just felt weird.
He stepped downstairs and into the living room. The TV was on and two Squirtles were watching the weather: it looks like it's going to be raining all day tomorrow and part of today. At least the Squirtles were excited by the prospect of getting to play in the rain.
Ember fed the Pokemon in the house and grabbed the lunch bags that his dad left for him on the dining table. They were sealed pretty tight unless he tried to rip them open.
Then he and the Squirtles paused at the sound of knocking. Someone was knocking on the front door. A Sandshrew poked it's head out from the bathroom door, dragging a towel along the ground.
"Visitor?" it muttered.
Above it, Fearow stuck it's head out and narrowed its eyes on the wooden door. One of its wings was weighed down with water that dripped on the floor much to his annoyance.
"I'll go see who it is," Kakeru said in time for the door to unlock itself anyways.
A Squirtle prepared to aim a Water Gun at-
Trace rushed through the living room only to slip on the carpet and hit his head on the floor. The Squirtles cackled at his misfortune and relaxed. Ember stepped over, helping him up. He looked over his friend to find that he wasn't really hurt.
"Morning Trace."
"Morning? Ember- It's almost noon!"
"Wait what?"
"Did you really lose that much track of time?" Trace demanded, staring at Ember. He sighed. "And you probably haven't even seen my e-mail as well! We got to go before we're late! Hey Fearow, look after the house alright?"
"Don't foister responsibility onto me!" Fearow squawked but shook off the water.
Ember pulled on his shoes in the eight seconds Trace spent waiting for him latching onto his arm. They ran out of the house, the door closing and locking behind them.
Trace finally let up after two blocks, slowing down to a stop at the corner of a street that Ember barely remembered. He collapsed against the metal pole, the metal felt cool against his slightly wet back.
Ember grabbed the edge of his shirt and tried to dab away the moisture while not revealing his stomach at the same time. He spammed the traffic button, glaring at the sign across from them.
"Did you seriously have you go that fast? I think I almost blacked out when catching up. Seriously, I was seeing black spots," Ember gasped out.
"This would be easier if you woke up earlier. Or got more exercise," Trace pointed out before an idea struck him. "When was the last time that you went for a run?"
"I... I have no idea."
"Great. Greenlight!"
"Wait!"
The Pokemon Lab and Reserve is a proud and well-established landmark of Pallet Town and once the only reason most of people would come. Things have changed since then: mostly people getting word of the Kyoto House that Delia Kyoto ran with help from her Pokemon.
It stood stark against the other buildings with white walls and a Pokeball sign on top of the entrance.
A line of school buses parked on the sidewalk which the two promptly ignored in favor of heading up the stairs to the front door. Trace pushed it open and led Ember into the lobby of the lab.
He looked across the room to see a group of kids surrounding a scientist as he led them out of a corridor, various Pokemon trailing or amongst the crowd.
"Alright then... Your teachers will pick you up and take you back to class. Make sure to treat your new friends with respect alright?"
"Yes, Mr. Kyoto," the group chimed then ran out of the doors, almost running over the two in the process.
Professor Kyoto looked up to see them and grinned. "Right on time! Your father mentioned that you wanted to become a Pokemon trainer, right?"
"Uh-huh!" Trace bounced on the balls of his feet then paused. "Can Ember become a Pokemon Trainer too?"
"I'm not sure. Ember?"
"You already know the answer, dad," Ember replied exasperated. "Please?"
Cardinal chuckled sheepishly. "Alright. I knew that this day would happen. Come with me."
They followed him down the corridor and came to an empty room with three Pokeballs on a table. One wiggled at times, a strange feeling ran down Ember's spine as he stepped forward without regarding his dad's words. He reached out for the Pokeball in the center and it burst into light.
When he blinked away the light, Thirteen shone.
Eevee, the Evolutionary Pokemon:
Eevee is renowned for having more evolutionary diversions then any other Pokemon, totaling at the number of eight. It is a normal type Pokemon whose power lies in evolution but has proven to adapt to its environments even in its base form. Eevee tends to even act like it's Trainer with enough care and attention.
The best stat that an average Eevee tends to have fallen into Special Defense, making it a viable Pokemon for competitions.
However, all over the world, most Pokemon Trainers tend to focus on its many evolutions. They overlook the number of moves that Eevee is capable of learning. A wise Pokemon Trainer knows how to use only Eeveelutions to create the perfect type coverage.
Eevee has a Gigantamax form found incredibly rarely in Galar and no Mega Evolution as of this publishing.
Ember's notes:
My first impression of a Pokemon was Thirteen and it went... relatively well considering the circumstances of my situation and Thirteen in particular. I learned a lot over the years but I've never stopped to wonder what made him so different. He's distrustful of others and tends to lean away from intereacting with the Pokemon on the Reserve but he warmed up to dad's Espeon.
Maybe it has something to do with both of them being Eeveelutions?
My dad was fascinated with the properties that Thirteen displayed namely his inability to evolve. While Eevees tend to be malleable by its environment, Thirteen has some really stable DNA or genomes or whatever the word is for evolution-based DNA things. It's supposed to be really interesting but I don't know anything about science for it to count...
Moveset:
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