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..."
I close my eyes and cross my arms as I quietly sit in the plush and comfy chair in our shared room.
"So..." The draconid woman weakly begins. "Now that we are alone... I suppose if we are going to travel together... as comrades... you should know the reason I want to capture the legendary pokemon of Unova so badly."
My eyes crack open as I feel out through the hotel with observation haki.
Oh. Her. That's fine.
"Yeah?"
"In the Draconid tribe... there is a legend... thousands of years ago, the legendary pokemon Rayquaza protected the planet from a great disaster, a meteor of fair size, one that would have devastated the island region of Hoenn. To understand how devastating it would have been... mere fragments of the original meteor turned Meteor Falls into the crater-filled landscape it is today..."
A bead of dread forms in my stomach.
"But... there is another legend, passed down throughout my tribe... our greatest fortune teller foretold a great calamity for not only the region of Hoenn, but for the entire world. A meteor, much larger than the first, will strike the region of Hoenn... this impact will cause widespread extinction throughout not only the Hoenn region, but for the entire planet."
"According to our legends, the meteor will strike sometime within the next five years and I-"
She notices me rapidly tapping away at my watch. "Wh- Look. Xander I am trying to be extremely serious with you and I know it sounds a little far-fetched, but could you please stop playing with your watch-"
"Two years."
"H-Huh?"
"We have a little over two years before the extinction of all life on the planet." I grimly announce, noticing a spike of fear on the other side of the wall from the Magma Admin who was secretly listening in on our conversation.
Pov: Nearby
"We have a little over two years before the extinction of all life on the planet."
Shivers travel down the entire length of the pink haired girl's body as she eavesdrops on the conversation between her target and his traveling companion.
'What?' She quietly thinks to herself. 'n-no... that- that can't be right.'
"In the time that you were speaking, I looked up all of the coming meteor showers in Hoenn. There are only two. One... that is happening in ten minutes, and another that should be happening in two years and thirty-four days. The next one after that is in a staggering twenty years."
'Ten minutes?'
Her heart hammers in her chest, eyes growing wide, her hands shake as her vision begins to darken.
She hears the voice of her beloved. "A meteor? You are getting so worked up over a simple tribal story? Don't be ridiculous. Cease your foolishness at once. I thought that you were a woman of science. I sought you out because I thought that you had the knowledge and planning ability to assist Magma's operations. Another outburst like this and I'll have you demoted."
Her vision shifts, a rock the size of a large island smashing into the Hoenn region, causing her sightline to light up, it's as if she is staring at the sun.
Then the shockwave...
The shockwave turns any nearby flying pokemon into a red mist, even a Tropius and the fast flying Salamence hunting it are reduced to nothing but a red smear.
Cataclysmic tsunamis race in every direction as ash and smoke are shot into the air...
Her shaky breath catches in her throat as she feels an increasing urge to vomit.
H-her beloved won't believe her. Even if she tells him.
She can't blame him, of course!
This story sounds very farfetched... sh-she'll do research on it... p-provided she isn't killed by the potential shockwave in the coming minutes.
One thought strikes her.
They are after the legendary pokemon of this region as well.
Now she has to travel with them at all costs.
They seek to stop an extinction level event...
She can certainly agree to this and wholeheartedly support their plan. But after the planet is saved, she will be forced to take the legends they have acquired.
A price to pay for her assistance.
Zinnia seems genuinely surprised by my sudden accuracy. She stares silently for a long moment.
"Wh-"
"Now, I'm fairly certain that the meteor shower in two years time is the one you are talking about, as there is a large meteor a part of the group of asteroids that skims past the planet, with current simulations, they say that it will miss us, but... the fact that you, a person completely ignorant to technology, knew that there would be a 'life ending' meteor close to the planet sometime in the next five years is more than enough to make me cautious."
"Two... years?" The girl whispers.
"Or I could be wrong and we're about to die in ten minutes. In which case. There's not much we can do."
She stares for a long moment and shakes her head, flopping back on the bed.
"I had hoped for the full five years... damn it." She curses as she stares lifelessly up at the ceiling. "Two years or ten minutes. I doubt that I'll be able to strengthen my team enough that I can force a legendary pokemon to do what I say."
She covers her eyes with her arm, looking absolutely crushed and defeated for the first time I have ever seen.
I slowly walk over and lay in the bed beside her.
"You might not be able to... but I can." I announce quietly. "Besides, don't give up quite yet. Two years is plenty of time."
"Is it?" She frowns.
"You wanted five years, right? What could you have possibly wanted to do in that time... that you couldn't do in two by merely trying twice as hard?" I question with a small smile as I fold my arms behind my head.
"…"
"So what do we do?" She quietly asks.
"Wait ten minutes?" I suggest with a small shrug. "See if we die, plan from there? I'm gonna be real, the chance is like... really low in comparison to the second meteor shower, but it's still there."
Considering that the large meteoroid in the second shower is called the 'Grand Meteor Delta' I'm like ninty nine point nine percent sure that the planet will be struck in two years instead of ten minutes.
Doesn't mean that I won't be using it to my advantage to try and connect with my traveling companion.
Holy fuck there's a meteor heading towards the planet.
I should have assumed that when Delta episode girl herself showed up... then Courtney as well.
Damn it.
I need to make something to get rid of a meteor.
The question is 'what can I do to stop a meteoric impact.'
Do I really have to clone a legendary pokemon?
"So... Xander... since we very well could die in about eight minutes... is there anything you want to say?"
"Hrn. Yeah, I guess. What about you?"
"Maybe..."
We stare at each other for a long moment.
"Alright, so basically I am a bit of a sociopath, and I don't really care if I hurt people I don't know if it means that I'll accomplish my goals faster."
The girl nods slowly cupping her chin. "Hrm. I'm roughly the same, but I sort of only do that sort of thing to stop the planet from being hit by a giant space rock."
"So, you are a Sociopath who feels she isn't a sociopath by justifying your actions as being 'for the greater good'." I observe quietly.
"Don't... say it like that." She frowns.
"So, how far are you prepared to go in order to save the world." I question with a calculating gaze.
"Enough... If required, I would kill. But only if required. It might also help if the people who I kill aren't exactly the best of people."
"Alright. I don't exactly plan to go around killing just everyone we come across, too much work, but I will admit, one of my 'oh fuck' plans is grabbing an experienced ghost type and killing like... a lot of people in order to make a Spiritomb. That's like... plan Z, though. Really far off. Overall killing people is just far too much work- unless they slight me and make me mad enough- I'm not just going to go around sliding knives into the chest of little Timmy and his pet rockruff. Professionals have standards."
She nods quietly. "If it will assist us in stopping the cataclysm, I will assist you in any way I can."
We continue laying there for a long moment. Minutes pass.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Add in about thirty more seconds for the shockwave to hit aaaaand?
There's another beat of silence as I stand up abruptly. "Well, we're not dead. That's good. We've got time. Now maybe I won't die a virgin... yaaaay."
I mutter that last bit under by breath.
"What was that last bit?" Zinnia questions.
"Oh. I said that maybe I won't die a virgin now." I proudly proclaim.
She just stares for a long moment. "I had thought that was what you had said. Huh."
With a couple of taps a holographic screen appears above my watch, a clock appearing on it and steadily beginning to count down.
"So. I'm going to be plotting our journey for us really fast. Originally I was planning on going from Virbank to Castelia City on a boat, then go from there to the north through the desert, but we don't have time for that right now." I begin as a large map appears in front of me.
"Instead, after we finish what we need to do in Virbank, we will immediately cut north, heading through the wilderness until we reach Driftveil City. We'd need to cross over a mountain to do it, but it'll still be faster than our original route. Then we will head west to Mistralton City."
"Why are we going this way instead of the original route?" Zinnia frowns.
"Because I live in Mistralton. I'll return home and see if any of the pokemon there want to join your team, because frankly, you'll need a full team for what we have planned."
"Alright. I guess we'll do that." The girl shrugs, seemingly indifferent to the decision.
"First things first, though... is that we'll need another pair of hand... a minion if you will... several if applicable. I am confident in my team, and yours is nothing to scoff at either, but we'll more than likely have to face Team Plasma, as they have already captured the legendary pokemon once, they will probably be able to do it again. That means we need to face an army."
"Thus, people we can use are required." The girl announces with a frown as she cups her chin. "But who?"
"I have someone in mind." I nod slowly. "She's been stalking me for the past day or so. A brutal, violent, sociopath like myself who is probably listening in even now."
"…"
"Ah. There's that spike of fear and dread. Fun." I chuckle darkly to myself as I look to the wall. "Yes, I know you are there."
"Wait... fear?" Zinnia whispers, eyes widening as if she just discovered the secrets to the universe. "You're a telepath?! That explains so fucking much!"
"Eh, not exactly. More of an empath." I shrug with a small proud smirk.
"And the difference... is?"
"A telepath can speak in someone's head. An empath merely feels emotions." I explain.
"Er, right." The girl mutters as I turn back to look at the wall, my eyes slowly trailing along it until my gaze comes to rest on the door.
*Knock Knock Knock*
"It's open." I call out.
The door slowly creaks open, revealing the pink haired psychopath that was fully willing to kill all life with the giant meteoroid at the end of the delta episode because her 'Beloved' Maxie's plan failed.
If I can shift her almost creepy obsession to me, I'll have a competent- and incredibly hot- right hand woman who won't ever betray me.
"You knew." She blandly observes, her violet eyes boring into my own.
"Kind of hard not to when your presence is going everywhere we are." I nod once as I steeple my fingers in front of my face. "So. What is one of Team Magma's admins doing all the way out here?"
She stiffens, eyes growing wide, seemingly wondering just how much I know about her.
Zinnia stiffens. "Wh- she's one of those Eco whack jobs?!"
Courtney frowns slightly.
"I don't really care what she is. Just that she doesn't flinch away if we are forced to kill someone... and being the admin of a terrorist organization... fits that little requirement effectively." I admit with a small smile.
I look over her, tilting my head back slightly. "If I had to make an educated guess... team magma plans to use the legendary pokemon, Groudon, to raise a new landmass from the sea, despite the fact that doing so will raise water levels across the entire planet. A fairly foolhearty plan, one that could very easily ruin many coastal cities if you raise a landmass where the ocean is deep, but at least you aren't like those psychopaths who simply wish to flood anything."
"A few months ago you came to the realization that if Groudon exists, reasonably the other two parts of its legend must as well. This of course wouldn't mean much to you, Groudon is supposed to be Kyogre's equal... despite its four times weakness to water."
I feel caution bubble up inside of her... and a little... admiration? Interesting.
"What does scare you, is the third part of the legend. Rayquaza. One of the only legendary pokemon who can mega evolve. Scarily enough one that can without a mega ring, or mega stone. You more than likely are here for the same reason as us. Unova's legendary pokemon. Using said pokemon to try and counter Rayquaza."
"…"
"Am I correct?" I ask with a knowing smirk.
"You... are..." The girl relents, seemingly knowing that I had already gleaned the answer from her emotions.
"Sorry to say, but Unova's legendary pokemon are genuinely disappointing. Every single one of them- except maybe kyurem purely for its ice typing- would be eaten alive by Rayquaza. I struggle to call them 'legendary', they are only moderately better than most of the pseudo-legendary pokemon. It's sort of sad. They have fallen so far." I sigh and shake my head, my now orange eyes glowing slightly.
"But let me make one thing blatantly clear. I respect you. I am aware you have your own motives. But as of right now we have a sole goal far greater than any of us. We can hash out who gets to keep what after we save the planet. If you betray us any time before the planet's safety is secured..."
I raise an open hand, the appendage beginning to lightly glow orange.
It begins glowing brighter and brighter, a shimmer of heat appears around my hand, the air itself begins to hiss and crackle. "If you fuck us over before we saved the planet. I won't play with you. I won't mess around. I will end your life and move on without a second thought. Are. We. Clear?"
Both girls can feel the heat, both feeling mildly spooked, the girl in front of me even more so than Zinnia as I am actually threatening her.
"Crystal." The girl nods once.
"Good. We leave in the morning." I smile brightly.
"What the hell did your dad do to you..." Zinnia whispers under her breath.
"So..." I begin slowly as I gaze out into the forest leading out of Aspertia city. "We've got to get moving. Virbank, then the Gym to get some money, then we can hurry onto Driftveil, do the gym there, then hurry back to my place to fill out your teams."
"Right." Zinnia nods once, seemingly happy that I'll be getting her some pokemon to fill out her team.
Courtney doesn't say anything.
I confidently begin walking forwards into route nineteen.
"We should think about a backup plan if our scheme doesn't work." I note.
"Die?" Zinnia shrugs.
"Eh, yeah, we probably don't have enough time to work out anything. If we had five years, then maybe I could have studied my father's notes and whipped something up. But with two years? If our gamble doesn't pay off, we are royally screwed."
"Your father's notes?" The quiet psychopathic girl trailing after Zinnia and myself echoes.
"No comment." I state.
"Is that why you can generate heat-"
"That reaches temperatures a little over half the temperature of the surface of the sun? Yes. Yes, it is." I cut in.
Pidove flutter overhead, wild Lillipup linger in the underbrush just at the edge of the cleared path, cautiously- but curiously- observing us as we pass.
"So, Zinnia, I've been meaning to ask, but do you have a favorite dragon type?" I question as I look over my shoulder, glaring at a Patrat as it peeks out of the underbrush, causing it to flinch and get the hell out of dodge from my near murderous gaze.
"Favorite?" She questions.
"An answer I expected." I scoff with an eye roll. "So. Courtney, I've come to the conclusion that you are a fire type specialist. You have a favorite fire type?"
"Typhlosion." She replies.
"Oh? Yeah, there's one of those back at my home. Ghost-Fire type right?" I casually comment.
Her eyes bore into my own, widening briefly.
"No." She simply responds. "Just fire."
"Ah. Damn. Must have revealed another secret." I sigh dramatically.
She doesn't say anything at my casual flexing.
I raise a hand gently rotating my hand as I contin- I halt abruptly, turning to look off into the distance. "Huh? What the hell is that?"
The two girls behind me share a glance.
"Oh? Someone is being attacked by a pack of feral pokemon. I guess I could step in." I shrug. "More so because I need to hone my abilities instead of my pokemon's."
I blur through the underbrush, spying a horde of elemental monkeys surrounding a sole figure who has a pokemon tightly clutched in her arms.
'Oh. That's... interesting...'
My eyes narrow as I draw upon the power residing deep within my body.
One by one the apes begin to fall over, my eyes slowly straying the clearing.
Repeatedly using conquerors haki is waning on my mental strength somewhat, but I need to do it like this so I can level up the skill as soon as possible.
One by one the Pansages fall, eventually leaving a small group of Semisages.
The group of grass type pokemon let out shrieking calls as I draw a sole pokeball.
"HUMAN!" "HOW DARE HE!" "KILL THEM ALL!" "EAT!"
"Gaia. Clean up this mess." I call out.
A heavy metal sphere thuds into the grass as I cross my arms, it looks around slowly.
"Should I kill them?" The sphere asks.
"Whatever's you feel like I don't particularly care one way or the other. Gaia. Use Origin Vitae."
The ferroseed begins to spin on one sole spike at the bottom of its body, light glittering off its multihued armor.
*FFt-Ffft-FFFFFT*
A trio of seed is shot from the spinning orb, all landing somewhat in front of her. As the Semisage begin to lunge forwards vines shoot from the ground, coiling and writhing as they rise from the earth, a forming pair of jaws snap around one of the arms of the pompadour grass types and dragging it to the floor.
It breaks free fairly easily, blood dripping down its arm from numerous puncture wounds.
The jaws coil and condense, growing forwards and elongating, eventually forming a thorny body made of tightly packed briars and vine in the shape of a crocodile, other creatures form as well, one in the form of a lion, while the other is a rhino.
The injured Simisage charges forwards with a shriek of primal wrath, grass type energy exploding from its hand as it wields it like a sword, cutting into the vine creatures which had appeared in front of it.
Its Leaf Blade cuts into the summoned monster that bit it, each slash reaching fairly deeply, cutting large gashes in its thorny body.
The vines lose form and lunge forwards, wrapping around the bleeding monkey's body, thorny vines digging into its flesh.
It lets out a scream as it writhes in its prison, its struggles lessen as its vibrant green body loses vibrancy, flowers beginning to sprout and bloom all over the thorny bramble capturing it as its grassy hair begins to wither and wilt.
The other apes let out screams as they unanimously decide to flee.
The bramble drops the monkey to the floor, it's still alive, but decisively in a weakened state, the vines abruptly wilt, being drawn back into the metal sphere sat in front of me who seems satisfied with having its vast energy pools refilled to beyond what they were just moments ago.
I can feel Courtney's eyes on the back of my head, but her surprise doesn't come close to that of the girl before us.
She has neck-length pink hair with lighter streaks throughout, wearing a fuzzy white overcoat which has been stained with green, a white headband with white and pink dusktox-like butterfly wings keeps her hair back out of her eyes, under her coat, she wears a black and green shirt and short shorts, her shoes mimic the butterfly pattern of her headband and she wears different colored stockings, the first a deep purple, while the second is a black with green ooze-like splatters across it.
Her blue eyes glint slightly, the corners of her mouth turning upwards, she has a beauty mark just below the corner of her mouth.
She offers a slow wave, one hand covered with a four-fingered glove without its thumb. In her other hand an unconscious Venepede is gently held.
There is a prickle of attraction and envy. "Thank you so much for the save!"
"No problem. What are you doing out here?" I ask.
She tilts her head back pridefully. "I'm completing the Gym circuit, of course."
"Completing the gym circuit involves being killed by a bunch of angry monkeys?" Zinnia questions with a raised eyebrow.
"W-Well... I heard that there were oddish seen out here and I wanted one to add to my team! It's not my fault that the pokemon rangers didn't put up warnings about Simisage out here!" She growls.
She offers me a wink stepping into my personal bubble and hanging just far enough away that she isn't touching me. "But really, thank you again. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come along."
She tilts her body forwards slightly with a kind smile with her eyes closed, trying to get an angle where I can see down her shirt. "Soooo, I know this might be a lot to ask, but can I follow you until we get to the next time."
Oh? Is she trying to seduce me? That's fun.
"Oh. You're one of those types that flutter their eyelashes and mooch off stronger people to get their way." Zinnia observes with a low scoff.
The new girl smiles brightly, her eyebrow twitching as she expertly hides her violent annoyance. "Oh? But that just isn't the case! You see, I'm actually good at battling... not good enough to take down fully evolved pokemon with a first stage evolution, sure, but I still managed to beat the Aspertia city gym with a mere four pokemon. Something that qualifies me as a one-in ten thousand pokemon trainer!"
She arrogantly looks over Courtney and Zinnia. "Besides, aren't you the ones fluttering your eyelashes and mooching off him? I didn't see either of you move in to help."
"Let me guess. You faced Cheren's first badge team of pokemon?" Zinnia asks.
"Of course." The girl scoffs. "It's my first gym. What else would I face? His personal team?"
"I got my first badge from him." The draconid girl frowns. "And I did it with two pokemon."
"B-BULLSHIT!" The arrogant poison type expert exclaims.
"And not only that, but I also didn't face his first badge team, I asked to face a stronger team... and I did. His third badge team."
"W-What?" The pink haired girl whispers.
"Not only that, but Xander here cleaned up his fourth badge team with a mere two pokemon." Zinnia smirks darkly.
"I could have probably done it in one, but I wanted to give Surtur some more combat experience." I admit causing the new girl's envy to spiral out of control.
She looks away biting her knuckle as she grimaces.
"But sure. You can come with us." I shrug idly, answering her earlier question.
Both Courtney and Zinnia glance at me in the corner of their eyes. One genuinely disgusted at the prospect of traveling with this new girl, the other with a slightly devious smile.
I hold out a hand. "My name is Xander Welsh. This is Zinnia, and that's Courtney. What's your name?"
"Klara." The poison type specialist frowns.
"Good to meet you, Klara. I hope we will all become great friends!"
Courtney, Zinnia and I quietly make our way through the streets of Virbank, heading towards the gym to register for a gym battle. Klara went to the pokemon center to heal up her team which had been harmed by the Pansage and Simisage, leaving us to our own devices.
"So. Why'd you let that bitch travel with us?" Zinnia frowns.
"He wanted a disposable pawn." Courtney explains
"I wouldn't call her 'disposable', but I did sort of want a fourth pair of hands-slash-minion to help out. Despite her arrogance, she is sort of right about her being a decent trainer. She started this year, and most first-time trainers don't defeat their first gym until at least the second month of the gym circuit. You don't really count, Zinnia, as you have had your pokemon for ages, most of them evolved beyond their first stage. But for someone to get her license not even a month and a half ago, beating Cheren with four is seriously impressive."
"Correct assumption." The magma admin supplies. "While arrogant, her skills are reasonable. She is of use for our goals to take down Plasma."
"Alright, fine. I really don't like her though." Zinnia frowns.
"She just needs a bit of humbling." I shrug lightly.
The black haired Draconid slowly glances over to Courtney. "Also I've noticed you're really gung-ho about going after Plasma. Any reason why?"
"For the first time in my life I was at someone else's mercy with a team I had not fully trained to their maximum potential. They are a team whose goal of releasing all pokemon conflict with those of my own and I wish to absolutely eviscerate them for making me feel weak." The violet eyed girl grits her teeth and clenches her fists.
"They also plan to capture the legendries." I admit.
"Even more reason to strike them aggressively, violently, and ruthlessly." She frowns.
"Mn. At the moment, I doubt we could take the full brunt of their organization, thus, we should take this brief moment to train up a pokemon team that is able to contend with them."
"Yes. Notion received. A valid course of action." She nods.
"A query." She continues. "Your Growlithe. What is it?"
"I'm also confused about your dragon type. Koridile I think it was?"
"Koridile is the first stage evolution of a truly powerful fighting-dragon type pokemon that was the ancestor of both Cyclicar and the Alolan Pseudo Legendary, Kommo-o. A result of my father's research on genetics."
"I see. Is this why your pokemon are so monstrously strong?" The magma admin questions.
"Oh, of course not. Just Magni... and myself... all the other pokemon came from my mother's side of the family who in the distant past bred the strongest Eevees. We used to live in Sinnoh as well, so a lot of pokemon moved with us after we came to Unova around three hundred years ago. My Growlithe is merely one of them." I reply, my voice growing from quiet to barely more than a whisper as we near the gym, where there are actually people nearby instead of the barren streets that we walked through earlier.
"My Growlithe is basically a regional variant, from the Hisuian region. That's what they called ancient Sinnoh."
I pause as I feel as if I just made a critical error.
Not by telling Zinnia and Courtney, but... something else...
Oh god.
Oh fuck.
Why is she here?
That ruins all of my fucking plans.
What the fuck?
Damn it damn it damn it!
A blond woman's head snaps up in the background, rapidly scanning the crowd with an awed expression on her face, a Lucario stands at her side gazing at her and her sudden interest in confusion.
We walk past her without so much as another word.
"Lulu. Who just said that?"
The bipedal blue and black jackal-like pokemon tugs on the woman's sleeve and points at my back.
DAMN IT! You snitchy blue fucker!
Fuck. I guess I can work with this. How do I get her to fuck off?
Maybe dangle a little piece of knowledge under her nose?
"Excuse me. Trainer." The woman calls out, causing me to turn around.
I slowly turn around, looking over her.
She has long, flowing, blonde hair that covers one of her eyes and reaches her knees, a sole grey eye not hidden by her hair locks onto my body as she places her hands on her hips, wearing a white long sleeved button up shirt, black pants, and dress shoes, in her hair, she has four little black ornaments which look similar to the tail of an Ubreon.
"Yes? Can I help you with something?" I ask with a pleasant smile.
"I couldn't help but overhear you speaking about the ancient Sinnoh region, that has got me interested as I am a bit of an academic, studying the legends and history of the world." The woman smiles brightly, her eyes practically sparkling as she brushes her hair out of her face. "But no region interests me more than my home, the Sinnoh- or rather as you were saying, the Hisui region!"
She flinches slightly as the pokemon standing next to her tugs her sleeve and lets out a quiet 'Lucai-Lucario'. "Oh my! That was incredibly rude of me, to walk up to you and just start talking like that. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is-"
"Cynthia. The champion of the Sinnoh region, right?" I ask with a knowing smile, internally hiding my feral panic.
'Ah well. If I tell her things I could very easily get some funding.'
Funding which I could then turn around and use to buy powers and abilities.
Alright. I'll play this game.
So! It's been a while! I decided to finish up this chapter as it was sitting at around 1.5k words. It came together extremely quickly all things considered. I hope you enjoyed it! And yes, the overused Cynthia makes an appearance! But with Xander having two Hisuian pokemon on his team... it was never a matter of 'If'. Only when.
Then we've got Klara. That's going to be interesting. Why is she in Unova of all places? Who knows!
Well, I mean, I know, but maybe you'll all find out in later chapters!
Guest reviews:
AshKing1: Nah, I did away with that. There's no way in hell that a spatial manipulation sphere costs only like 2 dollars. Of course, things like lemonade and stuff won't be as expensive as they are in the game either, nor will they heal like they did in game. Because I mean, REALLY imagine for a moment that you are a pharmaceutical company, you spend decades and MILLIONS of dollars to perfect a formula to heal the wounds of pokemon. Then some fucking LEMONADE heals far better than your 'Super' potions ever could. That would be SO soul crushing and hilarious. Like, at that point, just start selling lemonade in spray bottles
SpiritDeNight: Nope, just update whenever I finish a chapter.
SnoodleBooper: I know, right? Why would you ever want to fuck a pokemon when there are SO many hot HUMAN characters in pokemon? As for why he's not using his own crafted potion is that they are technically illegal. Plus, the pokemon center is free for gym circuit enjoyers. Why spend money when they'll just do it for free?
Guest 001: It's a fanon pre-evo of Koraidon, a past Pseudo-Legendary.
Guest 002: No. Zorua and Zoruark are actually extremely rare if you take into account the amount of trainers who use them.
Reader 451: "We'll bang, okay?"
Guest 003: Gardevoir. 100%.
Anyways, I'll see you all later!
