Luka yawned as he came back to awareness. His first thought was that he was strangely comfortable and his second was that perhaps it had all just been a really vivid dream.

Sadly, the smell of garbage, the absolute pounding of his head, and the furious growling of angry dogs quickly brought his mind up to speed.

Still, he took some time to piece together how he'd gotten here.

Ah, yes.

"That's the town," Braviary had said, as they approached an urban landscape. It was bigger than Luka was expecting, closer to a city than a 'town' but then again his standards were a little different.

"Thank you so much," he said pleasantly. "For going this far out of your way."

"You saved my son," Braviary replied equally as pleasant. "I only wish I could have dropped you off gentler."

Luka smiled and then his expression became puzzled. "Huh?"

"Brace yourself," Braviary said, still very pleasant. "I can't land in the city."

"You can just set me down outside the-AHHH!"

Braviary just dropped him into an alleyway in the city town and flew off merrily. Audino fell into a big bag of soft trash and was knocked unconscious for at least a few minutes.

"Fffffucking pokemon," Luka said, spitting something that tasted truly awful out of his mouth. He groaned, making a trash angel as he shifted around weakly, managing to roll out of the unmentionable things. "I saved his son, what is wrong with everyone ever?"

"Good question!" something barked and Luka decided that, yes, he probably should pay attention to the growling.

Several houndour, his eyes counted three but his ears counted seven, glared at him, most of them growling. They were cuter than he was expecting in real life. Looked significantly more pettable with fluffy coats and gleaming silver-like bone growths across their bodies.

"Aww," Luka said. "Puppies."

He almost got an ember in the face for that.

"Okay! Okay! I didn't exactly plan to crash your trash pile. Hey, that rhymed."

"Get out!" the lead houndour, probably, snapped. "Before we set you on fire!"

"I'm going," Luka said, raising his paws. "Wait, where's my stuff!"

"Leave it!"

"But my friend is in there," he protested and spotted his bag. "I stole him first!"

Houndour blinked. "Well. We stole it second! Finders keepers."

"You didn't find it, I fell out of the sky. I'm allowed to drop things."

"Ours."

"I need Quill first. He's my best friend and we are going to change the world together!"

Houndour opened his mouth, but he just didn't say anything. A really perplexed expression was crossing his face, as were the other houndour. "What is wrong with you?" he eventually settled on. "If you don't go, we're gonna eat you. Don't you realise that?"

Luka crossed his arms. "I'm not free EXP. Plus, if Barrel couldn't eat me I don't think you can."

"Who?"

"He was a MASSIVE meganium." He extended his arms as if he caught a magikarp THAT big. "I stabbed him. For Quill. I'll go crazy for Quill. You want to see crazy?"

Houndour recoiled slightly. "I think I already am."

"You haven't seen nothing yet!"

Perplexed at the utter lack of concern the audino was showing, the houndour pondered if there was head damage or if the crazy could be contagious. He looked to the houndour who had the bag and barked.

The bag was upended, objects bounced out including a pokeball.

"There he is!" Luka chirped and pranced across the ground without a care in the world. He picked up the pokeball and rubbed it against his face. "I missed you, friend."

He activated the pokeball and out popped Quill. He yawned, gave a stretch and a cute sound before freezing.

"...Luka?"

"Yes my friend?"

"Why are we surrounded by houndour?"

"Well, Braviary just dropped me out of the sky and-"

"Get to the point."

Houndour snarled, "Get out."

Luka looked ready to argue, but Quill grabbed his paw and began backing away. "Yes, of course, thank you for this mercy."

"We don't eat crazy."

Luka immediately protested. "I'm not crazy!"

"He's crazy," Quill assured them, dragging Luka off.

"I'm not crazy." Luka pouted, letting the surprisingly-strong cyndaquil drag him off. "You don't really think I'm crazy do you?"

Quill opened his mouth to iterate just how much he thought that but paused at Luka's expression. "I haven't decided." He settled on.

"Great! Okay, so I have a plan and, you're gonna laugh but hear me out. Okay, so it starts with us mugging someone, following me?"

Quill groaned and was forced to listen to insanity for the next fifteen minutes, he debated if it was too late to run. It was.

"This is the worst idea you could have come up with," Quill complained as now he was the one being dragged along.

"Nonsense, I come up with the greatest plans. You'll see."

"Stabbing Barrel was the worst idea."

"That was an idea, this a plan. And it was a genius idea, he was going to eat me."

"Not until you stabbed him!"

Luka huffed, "If you hate it so much, why do you keep bringing it up?" Quill scowled at him, but as he was a cyndaquil he just looked adorable.

"Save some of that cuteness for this," Luka asked. "Because if this works we'll be rolling in resources."

Quill was very unsure but that was okay, he'd learn to trust in time.

They were wandering a park, looking for an easy score to approach. Luka had finally spotted himself in some glass and deemed himself, "Heckin' adorable." And with this newfound cuteness, he had schemes to concoct.

"They'll give us whatever we want," Luka said smartly. "Won't hurt us to ask."

"They won't understand you!"

"Nonsense. Everyone knows the language of cute. Just look really pitiful and I'll do the talking. It won't be hard for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you look pitiful."

Quill opened his mouth, couldn't find a retort, and closed his mouth.

Luka beamed. "There you go! Keep that expression, it looks very boopable."

Quill caught his tail as he spotted his target. A group of human women, four in total, chatting over a picnic table. "Luka, this could be dangerous."

"I'll be careful," he assured his loyal starter pokemon, brushed his fur down and put a skip in his step as he approached them.

"Ashley, look," one of them said as she spotted the audino approaching. They had some pokemon around them as well, a couple of canine pokemon of the Electric-type.

Luka gave a cutesy grin and even a wink. Immediately, the group of women awwed at him, gushing over how cute the audino was. The cooing got more intense as the shy little cyndaquil was spotted as well.

Luka turned to Quill with an amazed expression. "It does work," he said, wonder and excitement filling his voice.

Quill smiled nervously. "Um, what are you going to use this power for?" he asked cautiously.

'Don't say for evil.' Luka thought firmly to himself. 'You cannot say for evil.'

"Evil," he replied smoothly.

'DAMMIT!'

He was saved from having to quickly deny he had ever said that by Quill jumping, his eyes going wide and shrieking, "LOOK OUT!"

Luka did as any wise person would do. He jumped over Quill so that the cyndaquil would take whatever was coming for him.

Sadly, however, audino were a fair bit bigger than cyndaquil, he misjudged the strength of his legs, and just jumped onto Quill, covering him with his body.

His accidental heroism had sparkles in Quill's eyes at the sudden selflessness of his chosen trainer and then the pokeball hit Luka in the back of the head.

"A-" Luka managed before the ball sucked him in. Fortunately, it did not violently separate his audino and humanness into bloody chunks and rather he disappeared into red light.

Unfortunately, he was sucked into a pokeball and Quill's joy immediately turned to horror. The ball clasped shut with a firm click and began to drop as the girls cheered.

As the ball hit the ground, it exploded.

Luka popped out, somehow his fur was frazzled and messy and his eyes were wide and terrified. "BOOK IT!" he yelled, scampering into a three-legged run, grabbing Quill's scruff with his free paw and pulling him up to run as well.

They burst off as the ladies called after them. Their disappointment was not submission and the pursuit began.

"It should be ILLEGAL to attack someone in a city!" Luka yelled as bolts of lightning burst around them.

"Well, it isn't!" Quill yelled back, spinning into a fireball and knocking Luka away from another pokeball. It hit him, but he was still registered to a ball and so it had no effect.

"Is anyone not CRAZY?"

"I don't know, IS THERE?"

"Okay!" Luka said, deeply offended. "I take that personally."

"You should. It was aimed at you!"

"I totally took a ball for you!"

"And that was very nice of you and I appreciate it!"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING?"

"I DON'T KNOW, we're attracting attention!"

They hit a dead end in an alleyway. It looked unusually familiar as far as alleyways went, there was even an imprint of an-

"Oh, we're back at square one," Luka said, recognising the smell of dog anywhere.

"They're in here!" One of the women yelled, they were persistent things they were. Luka and Quill yelped and began backing away as the women converged on the pair.

"Uuuuuuh… H-Houndour? Are you guys still around, there are more people intruding on your territory! HELLO!" There were no houndour, there was his bag robbed of almost everything inside it. "I'll take that back."

"It's so cute," one of the women cooed. "Look at the scrunchy little face."

"Bitch, I'm adorable."

Their pokemon, an electrike and two yamper crackled with electricity, ready to weaken their trainers chosen prey for easy capture.

Luka grabbed Quill and held him against his chest. Head pointed and ready to start blasting.

"Awww, they're cuddling."

"We're gonna set you on fire," Luka said. "Quill, FLAMETHROWER!"

Quill opened his mouth and with a cute, to the ladies, 'QUIIIIL!' He unleashed the fire. Thunderbolts were called in return and Luka obviously wasn't using Quill as a shield or anything, electricity conducted itself into him as well.

He did have a Heal Pulse beaming out of his paws so, as they were shocked Quill's firestorm continued until the rotting boxes and rubbish around the alleyway began to ignite.

"Eek, fire!"

"Fire? It smells like burning garbage!"

"It IS burning garbage!"

The ladies and the canine pokemon began to gag from the smell and that was the opening they needed.

"BOOK IT!"

"You're still holding me!"

"On it, me!"

Luka avoided headbutting anyone on the way out, dodging around the fleeing attackers before breaking off to the right as the ladies gagged on the streets.

"A little arson isn't a problem, is it?" Luka asked hopefully.

Quill sighed. "If the town burns down, I'm blaming you."

"You did the fire!"

"You told me to!"

"And it worked, didn't it?"

Quill couldn't argue that and smelling of smoke and garbage, they ran victorious.

They could outrun the trainers and their pokemon but they could not outrun the smell of burning garbage.

"I need a shower," Luka groaned, dragging his feet. "And food. And medical aid. And a bed. And-"

"Well, get on with it," Quill said.

"Pardon say again I didn't quite catch that?"

"You're the trainer," Quill said. "Isn't that your responsibility to figure out?"

"Frickafrak, you've got a point." Luka rubbed his chin. "Hmm. That's right, I did want to check out a pokemon centre." He'd gone through what was left in Connor's old bag. Nothing besides a card Luka hoped he could use to pay for things.

Quill perked up. "Pokemon Centre's are nice! Nurse Joy and everyone is really nice. Plus, since we're pokemon we don't have to worry about being questioned, at least not by the human nurse."

"You don't have to be in your pokeball do you?" Luka asked with grave concern. "Because they'll probably know you're still technically Connor's quil, and then I'll be thrown into the pokemon slammer. Or worse, they won't let you leave with me."

Quill wasn't sure if he should be touched by the notion Luka found prison preferable to being split up. Then he remembered all the shielding he did for the audino and disregarded that thought before it could get anywhere.

"I don't think so," Quill said.

"Right, they treat 'wild' pokemon too. Hmm, that's also where you sign up for the league isn't it? At least in the anime it is, the games don't make it really clear…."

"What's an anime?" Quill asked, puzzled.

Luka brushed him off, "You'll figure it out. I'm gonna make a LOT of anime references."

"...that doesn't fill me with confidence."

"They'll be pokemon references, don't worry."

"That's not what I'm worried about!"

"Then we have no problem."

Luka gave him a thumbs up. Or, really with an audino's paw, a weird sort of punch. "Yeah. To the Pokemon Centre! You do know where it is, right?"

Quill sighed a world-weary sigh. "I'm not even a year old and I feel like I'm the adult here."

"Connor really took your spirit out, didn't he?" Quill glowered at him, Luka gave him a hug. "I'll bring it out of you, don't worry."

Quill grumbled something wordless into his chest, but he might admit the hug was nice. "Fine, I think I heard some starly talking about the healer place. Follow me."

"You're the best, Quill!"

Luka was blessedly silent for the trip over, although Quill was tense regardless. He had no idea what might be cooking in Luka's mind when Luka was silent. He wasn't sure where to start a conversation though.

"Woah, it's all red!" Luka exclaimed as they arrived in front of the centre.

"There will be a lot of trainers in there," Quill warned.

"All the better to scope out my competition. They surely won't attack us in here!"

Hoping that he was right for once, Quill followed behind him closely as they entered the Pokemon Centre. It was a brightly coloured building with sterile white walls and splashes of colour in the foyer.

The centre was something of a hospital and a hostel in one with a side of leisure centre. This one was at least, with a large foyer spreading out with stairs on either side of the nurse's station, one staircase leading to a restaurant while the other led to accommodation.

It was filled with trainers. The human kind. Groups of humans of every colour, gender, age, and body type mulling about. Often in packs of two to four. Luka did note that most trainers did seem to be fairly young, late teen to early adult which he found personally interesting.

He supposed that stronger trainers, your gym leaders and elite four, didn't have as much need for the common centre. This was the traveler's home away from home. He felt very small amid so many potential rivals, but refused to look weak around them and kept his head up and chest out.

Quill was staring at him in confusion as his audino trainer started strutting with his back partially arched. He looked ready to fall onto his back, but he didn't say anything, trailing after him.

It did attract a few people staring, that was the one odd thing. There were a lot of humans but not nearly as many pokemon. The pokemon were staring too, however.

Luka pushed their way up to the nurse's desk and put on his Charm Face once again.

"Audino," he said in tooth-rotting cuteness.

"Why, hello," Nurse Joy said. He quickly noted that that was definitely Nurse Joy. A point in the column of this being anime or anime adjacent. "Are you okay?" Her nose quickly wrinkled and Luka and Quill remembered they were probably smelling in a way that never be smelled.

That might be why people were staring.

"Are you okay?" she repeated, very concerned all of a sudden.

Luka grabbed Quill, causing the cyndaquil to squeak, and placed him on the counter. "Very hurt," he said sadly, his big ears twitching as he took in a lot of the murmuring of the humans around them. He could pick up a lot of conversation if he cared to listen, which he would. Later.

Quill sighed and acted hurt. Nurse Joy didn't look super convinced but she had a duty. "Thank you for bringing your… friend in?"

Luka went to correct her as best as he could but Quill spoiled it by nodding.

"Aww, we are friends," he said, changing tune and smiling happily at Quill.

Nurse Joy requested a chansey to come and she came trotting along.

"Welcome!" she said cheerfully, the round egg-like pokemon said with a chirpy voice. "I'll get you all sorted, wash that smelly fur of yours."

"Water, nooo."

"Have fun," Luka said, waving. His wrist was suddenly caught. "Eh?"

Chansey had a hold of his wrist. Somehow. "You too."

"But I'm-"

She didn't listen to him, already dragging him. "Draw a bath, draw a bath," she sang. Luka was horrified. He suddenly felt naked and then was even more horrified as it hit him that he was.

"Quill, I need pants."

"What? Why?"

"I cannot explain."

"Later!" Chansey sang and threw them into a bath she already had prepared. Or, actually, was this a kitchen sink?

"There are dishes in this!" Luka protested, covered in bubbles. At least he felt less shamed. "Ow, there's a fork in here!"

"Shut the fork up," Chansey chirped, her cheer witheringly powerful. It left Luka's saccharine looks looking like a dried grape compared to her sundae of delight.

Sensing he was in the presence of someone far more powerful than he, Luka nodded. "Okey dokey."

"How did you do that?" Quill asked. "I need to know, for… yes."

Chansey didn't answer him, humming cheerfully as she scrubbed their fur with soap. They were smothered in bubbles before she hosed them down with warm water.

Once they were dried and no longer looking like drowned rattata, she rubbed Quill up in towels. Before she could do the same to Luka, he spoke again. "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course!"

"What's the process that humans do to become trainers?" Luka asked smoothly and not obviously eagerly.

"Oh, well, we enter their details into the computer system! Photo ID and fingerprints. That's sent off to the League for review, unless there's something 'wrong' we get an automatic response from the system and a licence."

"So, does anyone actually check or…?"

"Check what?"

"Say, for example, if a lucario wanted to pretend to be a trainer, could he or she do that process and since the system would respond automatically they'd just be a trainer?"

"Hmm." She towelled his face some more. She was unnecessarily rough. "Yeah, probably."

"Interesting."

"It can't be that easy," Quill protested.

"Hey, if Connor was accepted into being a trainer I'm sure a feebas could do it."

Chansey giggled at him. "Feebas can't be trainers. They have no hands!"

"I have hands. Well, paws." He looked at Chansey, he wasn't sure if she had hands, but wasn't foolish enough to ask.

"You do. Big, strong, brawny hands."

Luka frowned and looked at them. "They're kinda dainty, actually."

"That's because you're a twink," Chansey said.

Luka nearly coughed his lungs out. "E. X. E. Scuse me?"

"I say it like I see it."

"You said they were strong! And brawny!"

"Oh. Right, I lied."

Luka pouted, he couldn't believe this was happening to him. "Today is the worst. I got dropped out of the sky. I got attacked by three different types of dog. I smelled like burning-"

"Luka, she's gone," Quill cut in.

Luka returned to reality, seeing that indeed Chansey had just wandered off now that her job was done. His mouth opened and closed like a feebas.

It got worse when Quill said, "Technically it was only two types of dog…"

"Houndour are Dark AND Fire-type you fool!"

Quill blinked. "Are they?"

"Yes!" He doubted himself immensely. "I know these things. I know all the types."

"Really?"

"Yes! Why do you doubt me so much?"

"I dunno, you just seem wrong all the time."

Luka sunk into the warm, fluffy, towels. "Today is the worst. I'm still hungry. I'm gonna hack the system. You'll see. You'll all see."

"I'm the only one here."

"I'm speaking to the whole world."

Quill looked around. "Aww."

"I don't mean-" He stopped himself and sighed, "Okay, you win that round."

Quill gave him a hug. It was nice.

Luka found it to be criminal that he wasn't given a room in the trainer section. He made sure to let Quill know how unfair he found that.

"And another thing, their beds are probably so much better than this." Luka poked at a little cot in disgust.

"At least we don't smell like burning garbage anymore," Quill said, wanting to lighten his mood.

"Are we sure that's an advantage here?"

"Y-Yes."

Luka rubbed his chin. "My fur does feel like a magical wonderland to get lost in. I suppose it'll do." He dug his paw into the big trainer bag he wore, that was the one thing he refused to give up. It had Quill's pokeball inside it and he couldn't have anyone scanning it.

They were seated in a little quiet 'recovery' room of sorts. Neither was sick, although Luka had been subjected to some medical care by Nurse Joy. She was a lot nicer than the chansey had been, the first nice human he'd met.

Apparently, he had some 'internal bleeding from massive trauma' or something. It wasn't serious.

Didn't even have to be knocked unconscious again!

At least they had a free room and board for the night.

"Can we just go to sleep?" Quill asked. He was a city mon, used to sleeping in comfortable beds and hadn't gotten used to roughing it in the wilds just yet.

"Sleep, grow strong for tomorrow. We shall have a lot to do tomorrow."

Quill declined to comment, curling up into a ball.

"He's so cute," Luka said to himself, pulling out his pokeball. This belonged to Connor and he needed to figure out how it worked so he could release and recapture him.

He was pretty sure the league wouldn't allow a bunch of wild pokemon to participate, that'd be silly. No, he needed some balls of his own.

And a trainer licence.

And a lot of things actually.

"But first things first," Luka said, sliding out of bed. He felt embarrassingly small in the room, barely able to reach the doorknob to get out of the room.

"You don't appreciate fingers until you've lost them," he said to himself, struggling with turning the knob a good thirty seconds before managing it. "Now. Where am I?"

The Pokemon Centre held a very hospital vibe as he wandered around. Sterile white walls and lots of doors leading to other recovery rooms with the lights off. The lights were bright but the rooms were dark, some pokemon hissed at him when he woke them from their restful slumber.

"Sorry," he said, closing the door as a lopunny threatened to knock his lights out. He looked up at the lightbulb and pondered breaking it but it was just too far in the air and he didn't have any rocks or knives.

He did have the pokeball, but he elected not to start throwing it around.

It didn't take him long to find another difficult door, this one even taller but with a handle at least. A couple of jumps solved that problem and he was back out in the foyer. With the hour being as late as it was, the lights were dimmed and the crowd of trainers had dwindled to just a couple of night owls.

"Night noctowls?" he asked himself, looking around. He wouldn't approach the trainers just yet, best to let them think he was harmless for now.

No, his eyes were on a line of what he hoped were computers and not video phones. Skipping over, Luka examined it for a moment.

"Why is it so tall?" he asked, it was above his head. He couldn't even jump up there with his stubby little legs. "Can someone bring me a stool?"

No one listened. Probably because they were hearing a confused 'Audidino?' But he was still offended.

He had to look around but there were no chairs. There were seats, big squishy comfortable ones, but nothing he could drag around.

He sat down, annoyed.

His glower attracted attention after a few minutes.

"Aww, are you okay?" one of the trainers spoke, coming over to him as he frowned with his arms crossed.

"Do I look okay?" he snapped. It probably sounded like, 'Audi? Didino.' In a cutesy voice that failed to reflect his frustration.

"Aww." His cheek was pinched. His glare could wither plants and age babies into dust but the young man just rubbed his face with a coo. "Are you waiting for your trainer?"

"I am my trainer," he declared. "No one masters me but me! I will see your ambitions rendered to ashes as you gaze upwards at my inevitable crushing victory. You have not seen and never will see again devastation as great as that, your awe will not save you from my vengeance."

"Aren't you adorable?"

"This, at least, you have correct. I am adorable."

"Did you want to see the computer?" he asked cutesy-cute.

Luka perked up. "I did, yes." He nodded to emphasise that."

"Let me help you." Rather than doing the reasonable thing and picking him up like a sitting cutie pokemon toy, he sent out a hariyama. "Gordon, can you pick Audino up and take her to the computers?"

Gordonlooked at him. Luka looked back. Gordon looked at his trainer. "This is a guy."

Luka growled out a, "Thank you."

The trainer didn't listen. "Hm? Can you pick her up?"

Luka scowled as he was carried over in a single hand. The trainer began pointing at parts of the computer and explaining it like he was an infant. "This is the screen, we see what we are doing on it. Like this, oh this is the tracker, it lets us move the cursor."

"I know all of this already. Uh, Gordon, can you just bring me up to it, I need to use it."

"And this, huh?" The trainer blinked as his pokemon brought the audino up and the audino skilfully began to click through it. He went to the internet and looked at the keyboard.

"Goodness gracious," Luka said, staring at squiggles he had no sense about. "I can't read this. It doesn't even look like a keyboard I'm used to!"

"You're used to keyboards?" Gordon rumbled.

"Very. Not this nonsense. Dammit."

"What are you even trying to do?"

Sensing the pokemon were having some sort of private conversation, the trainer slunk off to stand about.

"I want to figure out how pokeball's work. Like, how does it know who it belongs to? Where is this information stored?"

"That's weird."

"You're weird!"

"No. But you are."

Luka couldn't deny that. "Hmm. Do you know how to read?"

"No."

Luka sighed. "Bring your human over here."

Gordon looked to Antony until Antony jogged back over. "Yeah?"

Luka pulled the pokeball out and gestured to it, the computer, then Antony. "Comprendae?"

Antony blinked at him. "That's a pokeball."

Luka felt his eye twitch but he kept his composure. He gestured again and this time added some random taps to the screen for good measure.

"Pokeball?"

"Oh my god," Luka groaned. "I will slap him."

"Please don't," Gordon asked.

He gestured again, this time with clear agitation. Antony had the gall to laugh at him. "I think I get it. Okay, let's see." He then took the pokeball from Luka's clumsy paws and brought it to a scanner as Luka yelped and tried to snatch it back.

"This is the scanner," Antony explained as it beeped like a barcode. Immediately, the computer came up with Connor's trainer profile. "Huh, so Connor's your trainer, huh? Are you not here with him? Oh, have you been separated? Poor thing."

Luka had to almost fall out of Gordon's hand to take it back. Antony chuckled at him as he clutched it protectively. "Don't worry, I'll help you."

"You will not see the light of the next day." Gordon's fingers closed slightly around him. "Fine, you'll see the next day." And they relaxed.

Annoyed, Luka started poking at the keyboard. Connor's stupid face mocked him, but he could see the guy's whole active team. It was more impressive than he'd like to admit. "I will destroy you too, Connor," he oathed.

Slowly, however, he took the symbols and squiggly words next to the pokemon. It kept a record of the type of ball used as well, and as there was a word in common next to all the pokemon he figured that was the word for pokeball.

He slowly typed that in as Gordon sighed in boredom.

Antony watched in confusion, was this not what the audino wanted?

He watched as the pokemon typed in pokeball into a search function, scowl more at the results they couldn't understand and glared at him as if he was supposed to know what to do.

"...is it about the pokeball itself?" he ventured.

"Finally!" Luka said. "We're getting there!" His clear joy brought a smile back to Antony's face and he scooched over to type something into the search bar, bringing up a website that looked a lot like Youtube.

"Well, I know you can't read but you can understand what I'm saying, right?"

Luka nodded emphatically.

"Here." He wrote something into that and took them to a video on pokeball's.

It was not what Luka was looking after, rather than going into how they worked it discussed various types of balls. Still, it was something and Luka watched enraptured.

Antony was even nice enough to drag a seat over so that Gordon could stop acting as a living stand.

"This human is acceptable," Luka said, pleased as he was no longer at the mercy of the hariyama's hand. "All they need is some training."

"Good luck, strange little audino," Gordon said as he vanished into his ball. It was a luxury ball, Antony smiled a little bemused at the audino and then went off to sleep.

It took several videos before Luka finally found one that provided some answers.

The History of the Pokeball, he assumed it was titled, began to play.

"The history of the pokeball is long." He skipped a little ahead. "The first pokeball's were carved from apricorn's clasped with tumblestone." Skipped more.

"The modern pokeball is a feat of engineering." Almost there, Luka prayed for some good news. It took a lot of juggling where he was at but eventually.

"Pokeball's are registere-" Skip before realising and going back. "Pokeball's are registered with your trainer ID. With your trainer card, you just tap the little chip to the clasp, and it records your fingerprint to the ball and lets you use them, the fingerprint also ensures that someone who isn't you can't just release a pokemon and it's saved in the system so even breaking the pokeball won't unregister a pokemon to it, but it will then need to be unregistered manually to recapture."

Score!

"Yes!" Luka shouted, throwing his hands in the air like he just didn't care. But he did care. Quite a bit actually. He dug into Connor's stolen bag and grabbed the card from the flap stitched on the inside. "Too easy, take better care of your stuff, weirdo."

He scanned the card and it logged him into Connor's account. He swiftly found Quill and stared at the words in confusion. "Hmm, let's hope there isn't a self-destruct button built into this."

He guessed that clicking things enough would solve the problem. So, he went on a Clicker Heroes binge rapid-fire pressing things on Quill's little card.

When the pokeball began to flash he knew he was on the right track. But try as he might he couldn't figure it out from here. He considered smashing it, but he was right in the Pokemon Centre and people would definitely notice.

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin. Perhaps he was being hasty? He was actually quite tired from the whole falling out of the sky business and getting probed with needles. Arceus knew what he had landed in when he fell into the trash. Or maybe it didn't, that alleyway was a godless place.

Deciding that Quill had the right idea, he wandered back with the plan to sleep on his thoughts and decide in the morning.

It would be a good day.

He should have checked what room he went into though.

Silly Luka.

So, I did decide to continue this. It's pretty fun to write and imagine bits and pieces of future things.