Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc
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"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
I stare into the eyes of Cynthia, refusing to flinch back.
"You want to know about ancient Sinnoh and see my pokemon? I see. Even if you are the champion, you should know how this world works. I could very easily make a report on my pokemon and get thousands upon thousands of Poke in grant money. Yet if I tell an academic like you, reasonably you would want to a research paper on my friends."
"You want me to pay you?" The woman mutters. "Easily done. How does fifty thousand poke sound?"
I do a few quick calculations in my head.
"Alright. Sounds good." I agree.
I watch as she begins to rifle through a wallet.
Of course, she has that much on hand.
"We should probably go to the beach so we don't crowd the street." I suggest.
The blonde woman nods once. "Yes. That is probably for the best."
She follows us to the beach, it is strangely barren, I cast a slow gaze around the area with a frown on my face.
"Where is everyone?" Zinnia questions.
"Oh. The beach has been mostly closed due to the pod of Gyrarados in the bay." The blonde woman explains.
"Tch. There go my chances of finding a Horsea." The black haired girl scoffs.
Cynthia fishes out the money and hands it to me. I quietly slip it into my pocket and grab one of my pokeballs.
With a flash Surtur appears in the sand, he shakes his head, looking around slowly as he tilts his head.
He sees the Lucario and lowers his body, baring his teeth.
"Oh, we're not fighting right now, Surtur. You can calm down." I gently placate.
He looks back to me and lets out a low pant, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the fiendish war machine disappears and is replaced with a little pupper.
"It's so... cute!" The woman gasps, her eyes glittering. "And well behaved! Judging from his size, he shouldn't be more than four years old, right?"
"About two and a half." I admit.
"His typing also differs from his usual type! I can tell that with just a glance!"
"He's fire-rock."
"That greatly increases his weakness to earth and water, does it not?" The woman frowns.
"Eh, somewhat." I agree with a slight shrug.
"He is dazzling." She grins. "Working with law enforcement has caused me to see many Growlithe, and he is probably one of the healthiest ones I have ever seen! What's your secret?"
"I don't exactly have one?" I weakly and blandly state. "He's just extremely healthy. Good genes maybe?"
"Hm." The woman hums.
"LU-LUCARI-"
"Line barrier. Towards the ocean." I order suddenly.
The growlithe turns on its heels as I grasp a pokeball at my hip.
Several large spires of earth shoot from the sand in a line, a large white beam strikes the first column, it melts on contact with the laser, sending red hot magma splattering down its sides.
The laser eats through three of these pillars before it detonates, sending shards of rock everywhere.
I take one step to the left, avoiding a torso-sized hunk of rock as I push the button on my pokeball.
With a flash a black eevee appears already in a combat stance, he leaps once and disappears with a flash of teleportation.
A blue orb of energy smashes into a large hunk of flying rock, as the jackal-like pokemon leaps around, hitting things with two large bone clubs.
I step in front of Zinnia and Courtney swatting aside a hunk of rock the size of an apple and accepting the tinier pebbles that bounce off my form. My skin gently sizzles with heat, turning what would be bleeding wounds into perfect unmarred flesh.
"LOKI!" I call out. "I know you're around. Shock and Awe."
*BOOM*
The smoke cloud clears as a tremendous bolt of lightning arcs down from the sky, it strikes the large sea serpent and hangs there for a moment, crackling down on it like one of those glass lightning balls that send sparks to your fingers when you touch it.
After around three seconds the lightning subsides leaving a charred Gyarados floating limply on its side.
Clouds crackle overhead as a black and yellow Jolteon appears next to me.
"Huh." I note. "Good work, Loki, Surtur."
I brush a hand down my slightly ruffled shirt, straightening it out. "Is everyone alright?"
"I'm good." Zinnia announces.
"I am uninjured." Courtney supplies.
"I'm also fine." The regional champion calls out as she lets out a small cough swiping her hand through the dust "Closing the beach is one thing, a reasonable caution to stay out of the water and avoid making too much noise, but I didn't think the Gyarados would be so bold as to attack someone in such close proximity to the city not bothering them at all."
I gaze out into the ocean, after around eight hundred feet I begin to lose clarity, but despite my skill clearly stating that around eight hundred and forty feet is my limit, I can still a blur beyond. Like trying to read a book from across the room. If the font is big enough, it's a task which can be reasonably easy to accomplish, picking out a single fish at this range might be a bit of an issue, but a school of fish pokemon? Or a massive sea serpent pokemon?
"What the fuck is that?" I whisper, eyes growing wide.
"What?" Zinnia questions, Cynthia looking equally confused.
Courtney rapidly looks in between me and the sea, then closes her eyes.
She staggers backwards hands shaking. "Oh. Oh no."
"Dearest champion. I thank you for your time. But as of right now I believe that it is time to depart. We need to go meet our friend at the pokemon center and of course register for the gym challenge." I smile brightly, expertly hiding my caution.
"What did you see?" The woman demands. "I am not asking as a curious archeologist, I'm asking as the champion of a region when lives are on the line. What. Did. You. See?!"
"Oh, it's no big deal, really," I begin weakly. "Just a Gyarados about five to six times the size of a normal one that's considerably more powerful and also uncharacteristically angry- which is saying something for a Gyarados- it's just sort of sitting there, about a mile off the coast at the bottom of the ocean."
"W-What?" The champion whispers. "A Gyarados of that size... it's certainly an alpha, perhaps on the upper reaches an alpha pokemon can reach. It must also be absolutely ancient. Is that why Gyarados are flocking to the Driftveil channel?!"
"It is kept there by eight underwater devices. Trapped in a cave."
"…"
Three pairs of eyes slowly turn towards the pink haired girl of our group.
"Hwah?" I question.
"I- don't know how to explain it, but I saw it... it's trapped in what's basically a large invisible psychic box generated by eight things underwater. That's affecting its mind and making it more violent than usual... it has the capacity to utterly devastate the town." Courtney explains, briefly dropping her usual robotic and dull tone of voice and sounding a little worried.
"So, mind control device. Fucking awesome." I lowly growl.
"Sounds an awful lot like not our problem, I mean, we're just a group of one-badge trainers." Zinnia shrugs.
I nod slowly as I cup my chin. "It would be suicide to go against that Gyarados. Loki's my only pokemon that has evolved at all."
"None of my pokemon have evolved and I'm one member short of a full team." Courtney supplies.
"I'm missing three." Zinnia agrees. "And my third isn't even a pokemon meant for battling, I just keep it as a reminder of home."
"What luck that we found the champion of the Sinnoh region to alert to the danger to the city. Surely she's important enough to call some in the Unova League to come down and gather a little subjugation group." I continue with a bright smile. "Besides. I hate the ocean and have no pokemon who are truly capable of functioning in the depths. I just don't mesh well with water."
"Right." The woman quietly sighs. "This isn't something that I should be asking children for assistance with. You discovering it is more than enough."
"Well, I wouldn't call us children, it's just that I've only officially been a trainer for about... two weeks?"
"Four days." Zinnia agrees.
"Oh. I'm actually quite experienced. I'm just a fire type specialist and want nothing to do with a two hundred foot long angry sea serpent." Courtney finishes.
Cynthia looks at me in surprise. "T-Two weeks?! How are your pokemon so strong?! That level of strength is something you'd be lucky to reach with months of training!"
"I said that I have been a trainer for two weeks. I never said that I met my team during said two weeks." I reply as I slowly creep backwards offering a wave as police begin to arrive on the scene. "Anyways. Good luck!"
"Ugh. There's this big hubbub about some giant Gyarados in the bay? They've canceled gym battles for the next three weeks! Three entire weeks!"
"We're aware." I announce as I let out a long sigh, head hanging back on the couch as I stare at the ceiling. "But. The thing is. We managed to check out the gym before the whole Gyrarados panic struck the town, and Roxie isn't exactly very... let's call it 'organized'... in splitting up her performances and her gym battles. The waiting line would have been roughly that long regardless of the Gyarados or not. In a way, we got lucky as normally we would have been forced to wait these three weeks then wait another three weeks for our battles to arrive. But because of how unorganized she is, she pretty much deleted all previously scheduled gym battled and it allowed us to get to the very front of the list."
The girl quietly seethes. "Tch. Roxie is everything I hate."
"Oh?" I ask.
"…"
"No comment." The girl frowns.
Oooooh I see.
Poison type trainer.
And didn't Klara's little blurb in Sword and Shield say something about being a failed pop idol?
Roxie is literally just a successful Klara. Funny. Hilarious, even.
"Ugh! We are wasting so much fucking time!" Zinnia snarls from the spot on the couch beside me.
We are all sat in the waiting room of the Pokemon center, Klara's pokemon are being healed currently, so we are just waiting.
"Ah, but we'll probably need these three weeks." I announce.
"Huh? Why?" The dragon girl blinks.
"Roxie does not follow the league's published gym leader guidelines." Courtney explains, making it so I don't have to. "While it is standard for a gym to send out six pokemon of your skill level, typically determined by the number of badges you have, Roxie is different. She only uses three pokemon but they are typically far stronger than what you would normally face at your level. A trainer going to her for their first badge may find her using pokemon that would typically fit into a two-badge team. Etcetera."
"Yes. That." I nod slowly. "She's basically pulling a you, where she uses a few pokemon that are drastically stronger than the norm."
"I see." Zinnia frowns. "How do I get stronger, then?"
"There's a few battlefields behind the pokemon center, you could always challenge people." I shrug, eyes sliding to Courtney and our newest member. "You two should consider it as well."
"And what will you be doing?" Klara questions.
*Ping*
I look to my wrist where it appears that I got an email.
A holographic screen appears above my forearm as I lazily tap away.
Greed flashes in Klara's eyes. She assumes I'm some sort of rich boy that she can mooch off of.
I open the email.
"Congratulations 'Welshian Scribe', after a thorough deliberation and scrutinizing of your submitted research paper, we at the Uva Academy Institute of Pokemon Research have decided to grant you the permissions to create and moderate posts for your works on our website, however, first you must fill out the two-factor verification and insert a valid trainer id with your contact information. Onto the topic of your work, 'The Fasting of the Fast Pokemon'. It is an absolutely incredible new look at a few of the quicker pokemon across the regions. Your theory on speed-yearned starvation has opened up many doors to re-examine the health of a majority of other pokemon built for running like the Ponyta or Zebstrika lines. And not to mention your extremely detailed graph of the body of Cyclizar! Simply masterful. I look forwards to seeing more from you." - Dr. Jacq Grayson, Biology Instructor of Uva Academy.
"I will be continuing to cultivate my career as a pokemon researcher."
I look to the right to see Zinnia peering over my shoulder. "Welshian Scribe? Seriously?"
"What? I can change my username at any point in time. I plan to use my actual name, but I didn't want people to search me up, take a look at my age and dismiss my research paper." I calmly explain.
Courtney looks pleased, a small smile on her lips as she seems to have a flash of nostalgia.
I slowly rise to my feet. "Anyways, I'm going out into the forest to start on my next thesis."
"Oh?" Courtney asks. "Might I have a taste of what you are thinking of?"
"Well, besides creating dossier for my pokemon, I've got a sort of large thing that I like to call... 'STAB'... That's an acronym, of course." I hum as fix my shirt and walk away with a lazy wave. "I'll see you all later."
Pov: Elsewhere.
"Ah! Hassel good timing!" A man with purple and violet hair in a labcoat exclaims as he quickly makes his way to a man with long blonde hair in a suit.
"Yes, Jacq? Did you need something?" The man questions.
"Tell me, you still have a few Cyclizar, right?"
"I do." He nods slowly. "One of the few dragon types native to Paldea, it would be a crime to not have at least one as the dragon type elite four!"
"Do you think it would be possible to allow me to study them for a short time?" Jacq questions.
"Whatever for?"
"Well, recently we were submitted a research paper on Cyclizar that paints a pretty grim picture, they theorized that they starve themselves in order to make their bodies lighter."
"What?! That's horrible!" The dragon trainer gasps.
"That's what I thought as well, the paper is seriously well made with a load of graphs and an amazingly accurate diorama of a Cyclizar. They've included graphs that compare the size of Cyclizar's stomach to the amount of food it typically eats per meal and a simple to follow line graph that shows a sharp increase in a Cyclizar's strength as it gains more weight up until a certain point, and the shocking thing is that its speed stays practically the same. In fact, it seems to increase by about two or three percent! If it's correct we'll need to rethink the average weight range for the entire species and get a pharmaceutical company to create some form of medicine to increase their appetite!"
"Who created this research paper? I believe that I'll take a look at it shortly." The blond man states. "You have permission to look at my Cyclizar as well, just remember that they are dragon types and while far more tame than most, they each have their own boundaries."
"Oh, believe me, I know! As for who wrote it..." The first man begins as he reaches into his pocket. "Let's see here, his name was... Welsh scribe or- oh wait, he changed his name and has sent something else for review- a regional variant?!"
His eyes skim the text, quickly.
*Ahem.* The blond man coughs.
"Oh, right. His username on the forums is 'Xander Welsh'. That's Xander with an X, by the way, not a Z." Jacq lists off as he slowly nods. "I'll take a look at your Cyclizar shortly, we should schedule a little something for that later, but first, I'd imagine our researcher here would appreciate having his work verified and approved to be posted."
Pov: returned
I sit on the couch of the room that I had rented for the past two weeks, a soda in one hand, my holographic watch lazily sat in my lap, projecting a screen up in front of my face. Loki is sat beside me, nuzzled up against my leg and the back of the couch as he quietly sleeps, curled up in a little ball. The ghostly form of Nyx stands on the table as she looks for some form of mischief to get up to, Surtur lays on his back on the floor, front paws up in the air like I just shot and killed him. He's fast asleep, known for falling asleep in the strangest positions, sitting up, standing up, in between the couch and the wall, even falling asleep while hung upside down from one of his back paws.
He had annoyed one of the Leafeon one day and they put him into a little 'time out'. It's not like he couldn't have gotten down, he just fell asleep first.
Azi, is curled up at the foot of a nearby bed, his curled form being about the size of a beanbag chair, Magni takes his spot atop the bed as the 'Ace' of my team, head held high, looking around the room, seeming to BEG anything and anyone to come over and challenge his authority as the second in command... finally Gaia is sat in a cardboard box next to the window so she one: can get some sunlight and two: doesn't scuff the windowsill or table with her pointed spikes.
I casually sort through the messages, numerous offers to breed- or rather, allow Surtur to breed, offers to buy Surtur, requests to meet and study Surtur, oh so much stuff to work through.
Maybe I should think about getting a rotom purely to manage my email.
Let's see here...
Ah! There it is!
Re: 'S.T.A.B. the nature of pokemon typings':
From: Uva Academy.
12:43 Pm
"A few more works like this and we'll be forced to call you 'Professor Xander'. I adore this thesis quite a bit. For decades people have noticed that some pokemon were better at certain moves than others, but nobody put it into words much less numbers! Making use of a Panpour with ice punch and a Pansear with fire punch, both of a near equal skill level truly showed that this phenomena isn't merely placebo and has a very real applications. Then you silenced any and all potential rebuttal about differing physical capabilities by having them give a baseline of their capabilities with low kick, lick, shadow claw, and Iron Tail. This will further fine-tune the battling scene, allowing people to know which moves will be far more effective than others based purely on typing, and, when applicable, pick which TM to get out of the Ice Punch, Fire Punch, and Thunder Punch trio. It's not often such a big discovery is found about the nature of pokemon, one that spans the entire scope of all pokemon. Not just a select species or a sole type of pokemon. I look forwards to seeing more of your work." - Dr. Jacq Grayson, Biology Instructor of Uva Academy.
Oh? What's this?
"There has been a deposit into your bank account."
PDHWSA Inc: +250,000
The 'Pokemon Department of Health, Wellness and Scientific Advancement', huh? I'll gladly take that money!
I wonder how much I'll get for my eventual fairy type discovery.
Because, yes, this is a world where people assume there are only seventeen pokemon types. It's why Cheren used a Dachsbun, a pure fairy type against Zinnia. Most people assume the pure fairy types are simply normal typed pokemon.
The door slowly opens.
I look towards the closed door and wait about a second more.
The door creaks open, earning the notice of some of my pokemon, Nyx poofs up slightly, looking like a large white and blue puffball, Magni proudly looks over, Loki's ear twitches, Surtur's raised paws twitch slightly. Azi continues to sleep like a log.
I glance to Zinnia who is looking particularly proud.
"Yo." I wave.
She smirks. "Who has two thumbs and managed to catch a horsea?"
"You?"
"This girl!" She nods, pointing at her face with both thumbs. "Kingdra here I come."
"Congratulations." I compliment.
"Yep! It looks like the pokemon league finally managed to tranquilize and relocate that Gyarados... with the help of Champion Cynthia, of course... and let me just say, holy shit. I want a Garchomp. Not only is it a physical beast that can compare with Salamence, but it can also fly despite having no wings!"
"It wasn't only Cynthia." I blandly observe. "The previous Unova ice gym leader Brycen and the retired Kanto Psychic type gym leader Sabrina helped as well, and last I heard; Sabrina is easily elite four level. I doubt Cynthia could have done much to the Gyarados besides kicking its ass, Sabrina was able to break its mind control and lead it away. Of course, Sabrina also confirmed that the Gyarados was there. After all, why would anyone believe two random teens that there's a city destroyer lingering just out of town."
"Fair. Fair." She relents as she goes and browses the mini fridge for a drink of some sort.
Ah yes, the Gyarados. A team plasma operation yet again.
I have tremendous bad luck with these things. Discovering two of team plasma's little operations in the span of a week. Fucking insane.
That Gyarados would have likely been released on the town while we were here, so it's good that I found it or we would have had to spend even more time here, and in that time my abilities have only grown. Observation haki was mostly finished already, I just had to dodge upwards of three thousand attacks. An easy task when you go out into the wilderness with a blindfold and allow your Espeon to toss pebbles at you. Honestly, it was laughably easy to do not only that but also improve it to the next level.
Master rank observation haki. And with it, comes large increase in power like it had with 'adept'.
Future sight.
You might as well turn me into a rice cake and call me Katakuri. I doubt I am on his level, but it is quite the boon in basically everything as I can call upon it basically at will.
Not even psychic pokemon have this much control over their visions.
Maybe I should go rob a casino blind.
Conqueror's haki has also been improved to the next level, as did my Horticulture ability.
Gaia is now officially horrifying.
With mastery rank Horticulture comes the ability to summon mythical creatures made of vine, moss, and bark. Plus they keep their 'supernatural abilities'.
Plant dragons which can breath whatever element Gaia wants them to. Water, fire, sand and pebbles, wind.
She has become a nigh divine being.
I legitimately fear what she could accomplish if I decided 'fuck it. Genocide it is'.
There are gaps in her elemental coverage, of course, as she can only use 'normal' elements so far, so nothing special like metal, despite her steel typing, nor can she use poison, or psychic power.
Roxxie's fucked regardless, though.
"Oi. Scary fuck." Zinnia begins.
I blink slowly. "Pardon?"
"You're the only person I know who looks ecstatic when he gets the chance to fist fight a pokemon and can reach- what did you say, half the temperature of the sun? so yes. You're pretty damned scary." She dully explains. "But that's not what I wanted to say."
She points past me.
"Huh?"
"Egg's gone." She points out towards the empty screen floating beside my head.
"…"
I blink owlishly.
Did I just lose something worth half a million poke?
A blob floats across the screen.
That's basically all I can discribe it as.
It is white in color with two beady little black eyes and a large mouth with an expression that makes it looks like a dopey toothless grin. Its overall body shape is that of a ghost.
Like something with a frilled sheet tossed over it.
"My god it actually worked." I whisper.
It seems to press its face up against the screen and with a little warble...
A floating ghost-like digimon is in front of me... in the real world.
"Poyo... Poyoyo!" The little creature cheers.
My eyes slide from the small creature to Zinnia who looks equally as shell shocked.
I grab a pokeball and immediately boop it, making full use of a small legal loophole to capture more than six pokemon.
It disappears into the red and white sphere, the ball shaking for a moment before clicking.
I release it with a small smile as it shakes its head.
"Wait... you can have more than six pokemon?!" Zinnia exclaims.
"Legal loophole." I cut in. "Researchers are allowed to exceed six when they are in the process of identifying and training new never before seen species. Something which I am now doing five-fold."
"Loki is a Sylveon, Surtur is a Hisuian variant, as is Nyx. There could be arguments made about those pokemon as they are already technically known to exist, just not in their current state, except Sylveon of course, but Loki stays in other forms most of the time. But said argument can't be made for Magni and my new little dude."
"Technically speaking, I could realistically have one further pokemon on my team if I classify Magni as a 'research target'." I note as I tilt my head. "I'll probably need to carry around a law book with the section I'll be abusing highlighted so I don't get pestered by law enforcement by having seven pokeballs on my belt."
"If I get like thirty pokemon, I'm sure that the pokemon league would step in to do something, but with just one baby pokemon like this? It's basically exactly what this law was made for." I explain as I reach up and gently stroke the head of the digimon.
I gently raise a hand and point it at it, there's a dull glow from the watch as a large flat holographic beam is projected from it, slowly washing over the new creation.
Poyomon:
Height: 4 inches
Weight: 1 Ounce
Gender: Male
Type: Water
Moves Known: Bubble, Unknown Poison Type Move, Tackle.
Ability: Digital Dirge: Poyomon can freely pass in and out of the digital world provided it finds a screen of some sort large enough for it to crawl through.
Well. That means I'll be forced to rent out a movie theatre in the future just to let my friend in and out of the internet.
Statistics Compared to the national reported average (At current age):
I can skip over this, he's one of a kind. There are no 'nationally reported averages'. They are all 'nil'.
Special Qualities:
Digital Monster: Can survive solely off electricity and data, but if you want it to grow stronger and be a decent fighter, other food is recommended.
Unbound Evolution:
Due to its constantly shifting and evolving form, Instead of the typical 3 stage maximum of normal pokemon, this pokemon has considerably more transformations than normal. However, as a result, it is quite a bit weaker than the standard pokemon until it grows a little, but this weakness is counteracted by the sheer power it could possess in the future. In addition, it is likely that no two digimon evolve the same, they have dozens upon dozens of possible evolution options as they grow, like a branching tree.
"So it can evolve more than three times, huh?" I note. "My father's notes on this said that it should have been a dragon type as well... I fail to see how this is a dragon type."
Zinnia's eyes snap from the little ghost back to me.
"WHAT THE FUC-"
Pov: Elsewhere.
A horde of screens appear in a video call, the monthly gym leader meetup.
"Good. Now that we're all here... we can start." An older looking man with white hair and a beard begins. "I believe that we should speak about the largest issue first."
A dark skinned man with blue hair frowns. "Plasma."
"Yes. They have grown far to bold recently." A man in a cowboy hat agrees. "Cheren. Roxie. Perhaps you should tell us about the attacks on your city."
"Mine wasn't much of an attack." The white haired girl proudly smirks. "We just sent a big ass Gyarados away."
"You are downplaying it." The black haired normal type gym leader frowns. "I heard that it was an absolutely ancient Gyarados. An alpha one at that. Two hundred and twenty seven feet. Nearly seven times the national average."
"A gyarados that size?! That could have easily destroyed the city!" A shirtless dark skinned man gasps, his blue eyes growing wide.
"Yep. No biggie." Roxxie smirks.
"You wouldn't have been able to successfully send it away without the assistance of the Sinnoh champion and the previous gym leaders Brycen and Sabrina. Correct?" A new voice begins, the elite four stand-in for this meeting, the psychic elite four, Caitlin.
"Nah, I totally could have." The rock star shrugs.
"And what of you and your city, Cheren?" The cowboy ground type gym leader asks.
"The damage from the attack earlier this month is almost completely gone. These people attacked a pokemon center to draw me away from the gym, their goal was to steal away the pokemon the pokemon league has gifted me to run the gym." Cheren begins quietly. "And they likely would have succeeded if two trainers hadn't stepped in."
"Two... trainers?" The tanned flying type gym leader echoes. "Only two? Wouldn't your gym have a few trainers there already? As it is a school?"
"It does." Cheren nods slowly. "But they were all defeated."
"How does two people manage to take down trainers that your faculty couldn't handle?!" Comes the reply of the supermodel-slash-electric type gym leader.
"I am unsure." Cheren admits quietly. "Security footage of that day was purposefully destroyed by Team Plasma. I am unsure of the full extent of their teams. I know the pokemon defeated, with some dangerous ones such as Aggron and an Exploud being amongst them, but I don't everything that they have. The police force briefly calculated the strength of the confiscated pokemon. Most of the pokemon used would have been about on par with my third or fourth badge team, but one select member, the leader, had pokemon that wouldn't be out of place on a fifth or sixth badge team."
"And two trainers defeated all of those?!"
"Yes. They then immediately turned around and challenged my gym, the first, Zinnia Draconid, fighting my third badge team and managing to pull through with only two of her three pokemon. An Altaria and a Shelgon." The young man announces. "Then after that, Xander Welsh challenged my fourth badge team and promptly defeated it with two pokemon as well. The first, a Growlithe variant which appeared to be rock-fire, which managed to take out two of my elemental openers, and two of my later and stronger pokemon, then a dragon type that I have never seen before. It appeared to have some form of relation to Cyclizar, judging by my ace's reaction to it... but... if he had sent that out first, judging by the sheer ease it defeated my Cyclizar, it's likely that he would have defeated my entire team without having even a single pokemon get taken out of the battle."
"Zinnia Draconid and Xander Welsh, huh? Oh yeah, they're on my waiting list right now. I'll make sure to kick them off that high horse of theirs!" The white haired poison type gym leaders cackles. "I want to see the full strength of this Xander guy, so I'll use some of my personal team!"
"I don't believe you should be rigging your fights like this, Roxie." The resident bug-type trainer frowns.
"Ah. Buzz off bug boy." The rockstar scoffs. "I'll only use one pokemon. I'm not an asshole. I'll make it fair. But yeah, we've gone off topic. Let's get back to what we're going to do with these plasma fuckers."
"I believe that we should make an organization of some sort to counter them. To hunt them down instead of waiting for them to strike and reacting. If we don't make any moves we'll just keep losing without anything to gain from it." The dragon type trainer, Drayden frowns.
"Yes." Caitlin slowly nods. "I was also considering this course of action. I will speak with the champion and representatives of the league and see if we can fund something to solely target this group."
Heyo! Back at it again with another chapter! Where Xander, Courtney and Zinnia decide 'FUCK THAT' when faced by a massive Gyarados. They told someone about it. Why should a fire specialist and two goons who just started their gym circuit be forced to deal with that shit?!
Guest Reviews:
JustAFan123: It's all fun and games until Zossie reveals that instead of being normal she has a xenomorph tongue.
Guest 001: there will be no iron valiant at all... for a while at least.
Guest 002: Yandere Cynthia who is into younger men? Wha?
Guest 003: An issue with that. Lucario only follow GOOD NATURED and HEROIC people. They'd likely see Xander as greedy and not want much to do with him.
Dakota Bruder: He's TECHNICALLY doing mind control... for his own pokemon as he programmed a history that he inserted into his own mind and his pokemon.
Anyways, I'll see you all later!