Storm Sworn
Summary: Found drifting at sea by a woman from her cruise suite, surrounded by a bright ring of Tynamo and residing inside an unfamiliar body, Aric Fisk doesn't know what to think about his old dreams becoming reality. But he learns fast it's not all rainbows and sunshine. Quite the opposite, really. And much too quickly in his opinion.
Note: Interlude is bigger than expected again. Enjoy the world building through battle and Tynamo(s)'s POV.
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Among all its brethren, a single Tynamo was nothing special. They were the same. Hatched from the same batch. Colored the same off white. Absorbed the same bioenergy from their fallen predators. Practically breathed the same water—if they weren't so deoxygenated from previous use.
And so, as yet another predator launched into the bed of electrical eels, there was no need for them to communicate. It was hardwired into them, refined through loss and error.
When danger was close, channel their electrical organs so their energy would discharge and do so at the same voltage. Because they were the same, they did not harm one another. Instead, their energy became one, melding together like a chain reaction.
In an instant, they became a blinding sun under the water, killing their attacker. It was now not a predator, but a young, fried Gyarados. The swarm collectively torpedoed towards the blackened serpent for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next few weeks. No one took more bites than another. No one was left hungry.
The waters suddenly shifted. It grew darker, and the passive current strengthened. However, it was nothing the swarm couldn't manage. Even as the under tide grew stronger, the Tynamo bed had no trouble dragging the Gyarados corpse to their den with their combined might.
"—APHY!"
The collection of squirming eels froze as one. They instinctively knew the call. No one Pokemon underwater knew not of it. It was a Pokemon born from the oceans themselves.
It was the King of the Sea.
He also had the power to grant blessings. One infamous blessing was the new ability to constantly grow, be it size, strength, or power. Another was to add or change the innate affinities, from Normal-Dragon to Water-Dragon for example.
Tynamo was famously weak, so if they garnered favor with the King, it may just bless them. Although there was little a single one could do to help, Tynamo came in not just pairs but schools. They could potentially help with anything that could threaten the King, given its natural weakness to the ones that stormed the skies.
It was worth leaving their peaceful cove behind. They knew they couldn't stay here forever. Whether it be from their swarm growing smaller as the days went on, from their specialized predators finding them, or the eels started to evolve and break off.
And so, they rushed to the source of the echo.
It didn't take long for their combined might to reach the King, as they used their natural ability to use magnetic waves to float above the surface. Once there, they realized what had darkened the waters. A storm. The source?
As they swam inches above the water, the figure in the eye of the storm grew clearer.
A slightly draconic, blue beast that lacked hind legs, but made up for them with massive claws, masked by cloud fluff, had summoned upon its innate gift to control one of the strongest energies in nature, friction among the clouds to create destructive or revitalizing lightning.
The infamous Sky Beast of the West was currently throwing a tantrum at sea for some reason. The twin-tailed King used moonlit powers and ice to nullify the lightning before it could strike true with precision.
However, it was clear the King was being pushed back as the clash went on. With the beast so high in the sky, and their King unwilling to leave the safety of the water to clash with the beast, their King couldn't launch concrete enough attacks like the piercing and rapid lightning attacks.
Tynamo bed couldn't help but briefly admire the Sky Beast. The flickering of the blackened clouds reminded the Tynamo's of themselves. However, they weren't here for that and shook themselves out of their stupor.
No, they wished to garner favor from the King with their direct show of support. There was no need to question the royal as to the reason for the call of arms. The King was a Sea Guardian for a reason.
It wasn't just them who answered the call.
Torpedoing through the surface, a trio of Sharpedoes arrived first, dodging lightning spears and blades of wind as a distraction. A couple of freshly evolved Gyarados' slinked towards the area—based on their smaller sizes and were either siblings or a couple given their closeness. A Primarina with a duo of Walrein zoomed in under the cover of ice. Atop that ice was a Slowking and a Clobbopus.
There was a nearby boat that had chosen to creep closer—maybe that wasn't correct. Their King had been drawing the waves, so the vessel might be having trouble escaping with its unreliable mechanical engines.
Then, a colossal Tentacruel rose from the depths with such a presence, the King had to check twice from over its shoulder.
The Water-Poison type radiated the near antithesis to Aura in the form of aggressive red energy. The energy carried an indescribable hunger of destruction but was held back by the calm Pokemon's form. Potentially, it seemed like it could take on the King.
Fortunately for the ocean-borne royalty, Tentacruel seemed ready to be at His beck and call.
Sadly, the second glance came at a cost.
A lightning spear thrown from the Beast's paw pierced through all the passive defenses and engulfed the miniature King. The eel swarm sprang into action. They turned off their natural ability to treat air like water and dove into the water with open mouths to eat at the energy electrocuting the sea guardian.
They were chunking at it when the King broke free from the paralysis. It sent the eels a small nod and prepared to command the small army at its disposal.
"Mana!" It pointed to Slowking and Walrein towards the boat, where a human man stood with an unreadable expression and palming two capture devices.
The command was to ask if they were assisting or trying to escape.
"Ma—" The King dodged the next strike by melding with the water temporarily and flickering to another spot, "na man!"
The serpent duo was paired up with the elusive and attractive Primarina. Their jobs were to attack when the King dodged. Otherwise, try their best to stay out of the way because the lighting was too much for them and they were too weak to try to contest the Sky Beast.
King only passed a nod to the stoic Tentacruel, who raised its own swarm of tentacles that were thicker than the ocean royal. Purple energy overtook the red as they rose from the water to fling poison at the Sky Beast or deflect attacks.
That brought the King's attention back to the patient Tynamo's.
"Phy."
The eels nodded as one. Then, they scattered, forming into a double layered wall between their King and the raging surface. Their mission? Diluting and bleeding the lightning strikes and counter with the absorbed energy of they could.
The Sky Beast only sneered, trying to scare off the collection of obviously infantile Pokemon. When it didn't work, it roared, making the storm grow heavier and rumble louder. That didn't work either.
It collected a great amount of energy from the raging storm between its paws—pausing a couple times to dodge attacks from the newly formed waterfront, especially steering clear away from those thrown by Tentacruel and Manaphy. The blue beast roared one last warning to tiny electric Pokemon.
The eels simply blinked back.
Death was only natural for the first stage of their species. It was nothing to be afraid of. They would grow from any losses. They would learn from it. And if they followed through with this, they'd be stronger for it. That much they knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Unbeknownst to them, their King cracked a grin from their show of fearlessness. It then sensed something from Slowking and turned to the boat, who sat under a cover of ice with the Walrein's. On the front of the boat, there stood an Electabuzz and a Goodra. They were both covered in wounds and scratches.
The Slowking broadcasted to all of them, "[Sea Guardian, the human said the Lightning Walker mistaken them for the humans who sabotaged its shrine. I couldn't find a lie in the statement.]"
That explained why the Sky Beast was rampaging. The King probably sensed a good amount of life suddenly fading out and arrived to investigate. As a Sea Guardian, it could sense ill intent from a glance alone and hadn't felt it from the humans.
Speaking of ill intent, the charged attack of the Lightning Walker was practically finished.
"Manaphy!"
Every Pokemon braced themselves to the Sky Beast's blinding attack. The Gyarados pair dove deeper, feeling out of their depth. Tentacruel set up a walk of thick, glowing tentacles and a wall of mist. Manaphy erected thick walls of ice with the Walrein's. The new barrier in front of the tentacles were so cold, the rain and moisture were freezing and condescending.
The rest dove under the premade cover of ice.
The Tynamo's flinched but stayed resolute to their job.
All except the Electabuzz, who leapt from the cover to absorb the blow. It was immediately engulfed and blasted back with a deafening snap. However, the electric Pokemon had done its role to absorb a decent chunk of the energy. And so, for its dedication, the King split its focus for a moment and caught the electric Pokemon with pure water. Pure water in specific so the excess energy couldn't travel through into the minerals in the oceanic water, potentially maiming the nearby life.
The King reinforced ice every inch the thundering blast made. The Walrein duo grew tired, unable to keep up and needed oxygen, so they retreated back to the cover. They escorted the newly evolved but unconscious Electivire. From there, they tried their best to help by taking turns reinforcing. It wasn't much, but it was better than doing nothing.
For what didn't seem like a minute, the first line of defense held firm. Then, cracks appeared on the side of the ice that faced the King. It grew to fractures, creaking loudly throughout the water.
The massive Tentacruel tensed in preparation.
Shards of ice rocketed from now broken barrier, piercing into the mirror-coated tentacle mass. Not a moment later, the epic electric beam bore into it. And then, the Water-Poison type's expression changed from tense into wide-eyed panic.
It rumbled a deep cry, "CRUEELLL!"
The red energy radiating from it was beginning to wane. It was either unused to the energy or wasted it before this.
Its size flickered smaller and smaller. With the change, it had to detach the ruined limbs lest take on the overpowering energy into itself.
Soon, a hasty absolute barrier was the only thing standing between the wall of miniature eels and the storm-powered ray. The Tynamo's turned back to see if the King had anything for them. It wasn't that they were cowering in the face of such absolute power. Instead, the energy attack was too deafening to hear any commands.
That seemed to make a change to their King.
Inspired by the Electabuzz-turned Electivire, it got a new idea. It rushed forward and sent forth a small wave of Sacred Water towards the Tynamo, summoning one of its natural Gifts. It was all it could conjure given its constraints under the absolute shielding.
The Sacred Water, sought or worshiped by all sunken, was one of the only things that was a direct conduit for their King's Heart Shift.
There was no need to make the walls of Tynamo more resolute, change their will, or purify Darkness. So this time, it was a shift done on a physical level. Their bodies shifted to accommodate their dedicated role. The fresh blessing of their King stoked new powers within those touched or those lucky to be close enough for the blessed water to reach. It wasn't as potent as its cousin, Victini, but the changes made sure to be inherited into the future and weren't temporary.
They weren't yet sure of what the changes meant, but it sure as Reverse made them more resolute.
The Protect promptly shattered, and the King, busy with the recoil and the sudden weakness since empowering a small group, could only watch if its handiwork pulled through.
If not, the attack would be devastating—to its moral and body.
The Tynamo swarm fell into disarray quickly. Most of the outer Pokemon were fried instantly, crumbling into black flecks. Those blessed by virtue of being close enough to the ones who went under change followed not too far behind.
Their King could only harden its eyes in anger.
The rest of the eels could feel the ray dimming. They just needed to withstand the attack for a moment longer. The changes still continued as they absorbed the energy—easier and faster. Their mouths found themselves opening consciously, their tiny fangs elongated slightly, pulling energy into them.
And finally, the attack died out. In the end, only half of the eels remained. They weren't disheartened. They knew what they signed up for and they had gotten exactly that. Now, they just had to pull through.
If the Lightning Walker was shocked by the lack of carnage, it didn't show. It did, however, pull closer to the water to admire what was left and to take advantage of the chaos.
Before anyone could blink, their King suddenly appeared to the surface, pulled water with it, and launched itself at the wide-eyed beast. The latter barely invoked its great electric energy, but it didn't deter the King. He took the energy with a fierce gaze and tapped the rampaging beast.
With that, the King fell. Following its path, a trail of steam followed. Thankfully, the Slowking reacted before anyone else could and caught him in its psychic grasp, ironic given its species.
"[Tynamo! Direct the energy!]"
For a moment, the eels were confused. Why was the new voice talking to them? Had the King not succeeded?
They got their answer a moment later.
Lightning ripped into the boat, tearing it into three parts. The storm swirled stronger as the Thunder Sky Beast tried to fight back their King's influence with a great roar. The waves followed, growing from increasing power radiating from the Lightning Rider.
"[Now would be a great time!]"
The eels nodded. They would use their new gifts well. It was all up to them for those away from the ice.
For the first time in forever, the group split into two, almost feeling vulnerable but recalled what was at stake. One group went towards the human family struggling to remain surfaced. The other half zoomed around the Gyarados' and Primarina.
They had made a miscalculation.
With only half the efficacy split between the groups, they couldn't manage all of the rampant energy. That was even with the new gift.
A few more of them fell from the group, tortured and spazzing, alighting the depths before they vanished. Because of this, their new ability to redirect electricity became weaker. The stray attacks were only bent towards the Tynamo's groups instead.
That suited the task just fine.
They just had to pull through. It was enough for them to play it safe and pull lightning away. Their King's influence could not be denied. Legendary or not, it was just a matter of time.
Their King's Gift was absolute.
After more minutes and one final roar, the lightning storm suddenly grew somber.
It appeared before the Slowking's group in a flash and yanked up the unconscious human couple in its grasp with a snarl and quickly left.
"...Mana manaphy..." Their King tried to call to the Sky Beast, but it was already gone, taking most of the storm with it.
You left their child behind, it had said.
Their King pushed from the ice and dove for the fallen human. The Gyarados escorted the King but unconsciously couldn't overcome their instincts about the lingering energy crackling off the boy.
Their King's eyes, tired but no less fierce, softened as it commanded the water to pull the Storm-Marked boy to him. The lightning had struck him directly and it was a miracle he hadn't been blackened on the spot. Perhaps, it was the Electivire's fault that he survived or simply fate at play.
It didn't matter either way. The boy would die from drowning or from his wounds.
Manaphy couldn't pay back the humans or the Electivire for their assistance. Returning life to the boy would have to suffice—nevermind the fact it couldn't exactly call itself the Sea Guardian if it let any youth perish in its sight. It pressed a hand to the center of the glowing scar on his left breast, ignoring the shocks, and drew upon its gift once more.
The scar calmed and smaller wounds of the boy receded. With that done, the King surfaced the boy and took stock of the situation.
Everyone had already left except the Tynamo, and the impressive but no longer mountainous Tentacruel. Slowking mentioned taking in the rest and leaving the matters up to it as they all recovered. It sent the latter a wary gaze, who matched it with a bored one before raising tentacles in surrender.
So weakened and drained, Manaphy barely felt the prick of its passive gift.
It was a feint—not by this.. mostly friendly, regal Tentacruel.
No. That was wrong. It was a warning.
There was a mass gathering of Tentacruel rising from the depths, dropping cloaks of Acid Armor and Shadow to reveal themselves. They were corrupted and changed unnaturally.
At first, Manaphy assumed something else. As many as there were that sought its gift, there were just as many that called for its blood. They saw a chance.
Instead with the King of Waters and the King of their group weakened, the darkness took hold of them completely.
They had overstayed their welcome and overextended grossly.
"Mana!"
Protect the boy!
The eels tried to show their willingness to help by showing off their electrified defense. However, the changes within them had been finalized. They no longer had the instinctive memory on how to summon their innate worth with their changed physiology. They needed to relearn on their own time.
It would take them too long to adapt.
"Mana manaphy!"
I can handle it! Return him to his kind!
Their King turned back to the suffocating crowd of jellyfish with a grim expression, but a part of its focus was off, guiding the children. Fortunately, the Tentacruel had no interest in the dying human child and the sparkling electric Pokemon.
Unfortunately for Manaphy, the same couldn't be said for the Sea Guardian and the Jellyfish King. If they made it out of this, the Mythical wasn't even sure if it would be safe from the oversized jelly to the side. For now, their alliance would have to do.
Its sibling, Phione, was too young and inexperienced, so the original Sea Guardian couldn't rely on it. Hopefully, it could handle matters until Manaphy returned.
Because either way, it would be reborn and renewed.
It had expended too much power to bless so many at once and hold back the Sky Beast. It didn't have the limitless power of Victini to guarantee victory, but that was okay. It had done its job in this lifetime to limit the loss with much success and appoint new totems.
It was King for a reason. It determined the natural order of things, lay out its method of rebirth, protected the weak, and stomped out unnatural darkness.
The red energy from before should've been a hint that something unnatural was at play. However, it was terribly similar to the energy those capture devices humanity used. The dark energy surrounding these jellyfish that allowed them to hide from Manaphy's senses, however? Against the very laws of the world that ate away at anything that was rooted to reality, including the Pokemon themselves.
There was just one last job to do.
Crush the Pokemon. They were too far gone. If possible, investigate what led to all of this and their source of red dimensional energy.
"MANAPHY!"
"Ah."
This was taking longer than I expected, I think. It was hard to tell how much time had passed without a clock. Either way, patience really wasn't ever one of my strong suits. Usually, it was a means to an end and thus, swallowable.
I didn't really have a reason to fish. Or maybe I did. I couldn't quite tell yet.
Tropius didn't really mind taking care of me and... my Pokemon. I could feel the unrepentant grin trying and succeeding to my calm guise. My gaze fell to the two aquatic Pokemon with a spark in my eye.
The fish seemed alright with staying bundled up in Tropius' vines. With a twitch or maybe a psychic pulse, it would tell the dino to dip it into the water to rehydrate or something. It did answer one thing. The fish didn't need water to breathe. That, or it was really good at "holding" its breath, but that was a stretch. I couldn't tell why it wanted to be wetted nor why it was adamant with staying landed, but it was a fish.
It was also as long as my younger torso and a blender of death, potentially on the same level as Sharpedo. E-Either way, it probably felt more at home, covered in water.
"...You know buddy, you don't have to stay out for my sake."
There was a small shift to the fish's eyes, but I couldn't tell what it meant. Then there was another brush of something blanketing against my mind. I wasn't sure how else to refer to it. Sadly, nothing came of it. And for once, I could put a name to what the fish was feeling whilst the 'blanket' disappeared, and it sagged slightly in Tropius' grasp.
The crushing feeling of uselessness.
Something I could relate to.
"You've already done enough, my guy." I approached with a shaky smile, trying to shove back the memories. "You saved my life at least three times, and I don't even know why." Tropius seemed to read the air and loosed the vines enough, so I could coax the fish out. "But I'm forever thankful. Lemme just catch some food, and you can focus on... doing your psychic stuff to heal and stuffs. Tropius and the dragon are here to help, y'know? But you're now my responsibility as my Pokemon."
At least, I assume so about the dragon...
Nonetheless, the fish just needed to relax; it was making me tense with how coiled for anything it was, even among the vines. It looked physically fine, but it still couldn't talk and had been staying in the med ward with me. For all I knew, something internal could be going on. I certainly couldn't help with any issue like that, but I could tell it to focus on what it could do. In the meantime, I could make some guesses on what my other Pokemon did while waiting for a bite.
Gently, I lowered the fish into the water. It turned to me and sent me a nod before submerging into the pool. Meanwhile, Tynamo was on standby, patiently, but eager for... I don't know, a command?
What a good boy.
I cupped the eel that barely fit in the combined palms of my hand. "Namo!" It cheered, splashing me slightly, having sense my change in thought.
"Hey, Tynamo! You up to show me what kind of moves you can do?"
The eel paused to blink, only to flash. In the next moment, yellow energy encompassed it before it launched itself out my palm with surprising speed, directly up.
I knew the attack thankfully.
Spark.
It was a very weak version of Pikachu's infamous Volt Tackle. A shaky grin overtook my lips, fighting back my forgotten childhood excitement for weekend mornings. I wondered if the eel could eventually learn the move. The rules here seem to differ from the games a ton if you would. It would make sense for a peculiar type of Pokemon to learn any move of that typing, right? I couldn't imagine otherwise unless a lack of an important organ or function for a move. The games were balanced with some sense to the competitive scene.
I never got into it since swapping Pokemon a ton seemed kinda cringey...
Either way, that was for later, and I quickly moved on. Elesa had made sure to tell me Tynamo's don't really learn moves at this stage. They only had just enough to protect themselves as a group and not as a singular unit.
With another splash, the eel landed back into my cupped hands, cheerfully crying, "Namo!"
"That looked like a great Spark!"
It flashed rapidly and preened under the praise. Really, this Tynamo was such a good boy—or girl. I'm not exactly sure how to check on an eel...
The once swarm of Tynamo were equally split on gender. I hadn't been well enough to sit in when the doctor and Nessa made note of them, nor did I have the foresight to ask. I kinda just avoided everyone with the excuse of being mostly bedridden or accompanying the two girls to secluded areas.
That sounds bad, but I promise it's nothing like that! Nessa assisted me with some physical therapy. I couldn't walk very well, but I was somehow pretty decent at swimming in small bursts for the state of my body. Both the doctor and her mentioned it made no sense, but I felt less.. constricted in water rather than on land.
On the other hand, Elesa just made sure keep me company. I felt it was out of pity...
A-Anyway...
I did get the eels' general age. They were pretty much babies of five or six months, which funnily enough coincided with some of Nessa's Pokemon and made the Tynamo's saving of me both make more and less sense. I could've been their, I don't know, imprinted parental figure. However, there's also the fact Tynamo as their first form heavily relied on their survival instinct to congregate and remain hidden. They had been doing the total opposite to bring me to safety, probably losing countless other siblings in the process...
Anyway!
"Anything else?"
It nodded and pointed its head to a rock. It took a brief moment as the Pokemon's glowed and collected electricity. Then, it shot out its small mouth with a jagged beam of yellowish energy. It was too narrow to be Thundershock, or the stronger form, Thunderbolt, nevermind focused from a point rather than channeled from the body or came with an external show of energy.
Charge Beam.
The attack cracked the rocky ground, having missed the intended target. But that was fine. This was easily rectifiable. Training for target practice would be fun, especially with the help of Tropius, who watched with keen interest.
I had gotten some secondhand experience from watching Nessa train her Pokemon. I swear she couldn't sit still. The only times I didn't see her multitasking was because the doctor required all her attention.
"We'll work on that," I noted, admiring the jolts raging through its body that crackled the puddle in my palms. Right. It had the chance to increase their Special Attack. I guess this is how it showed for Electric types. Although, that could just be the water amplifying the effect. Thankfully, I didn't really feel it—which was odd, but who knows how this works cuz I certainly don't as a new inhabitant of the world.
"Is that all?"
It shook its head with a soft cry, slightly garbled by the water. Then, it bit me.
It didn't hurt, but it wasn't pleasant. Something was leaving me at a frightening rate. Otherwise, I didn't really feel any different.
I assume a normal—or well, Dark-type Bite was a little different. It didn't look as frightening as the Carvanhas.' Then again, what did I know? I could just be overthinking it.
Hm. I scanned the area for a new target.
Maybe we can test it on a plant. I didn't want to risk Tropius; I didn't know it that well. The fruit in its neck was still growing back. It would be a waste to attack the fruit. My eyes drifted to the greenery a small distance away.
The eel released me moments later, sparkling even further. There was no mark or signs of the little Pokemon's mouth where it latched onto me.
I raised my hands to a nearby branch. "Could you try on a leaf?"
Tynamo didn't question the query, gently pressing its mouth to one leaf.
It blackened and shriveled up, immediately. The leaves surrounding it followed a moment later; most fell off. It wasn't much longer until even the rest of the tree followed. It felt probably less than ten seconds.
"Leech Life?" I mumbled, unconsciously. It wasn't much of a common move, I thought. The first time I had seen it was with Zubat's, and it never seemed to be so intense. I never thought about it draining from other sources beside other Pokemon. No idea if it was supposed to be this fast, but it was a bit of a scary thing to see.
That wasn't evening counting the blackening effect vaguely reminded me of the recent shipwreck.
I quickly put that aside to lower the eel with my shaky hands. It smoothly released the tree and turned to me, happily waiting.
"That was Leech Life, right?" To say it nodded would be not saying enough. Tynamo tilted its whole body. "You drained energy from it and me?"
It nodded, excitedly.
Huh...
I had been expecting a Tackle or something else electrical like Thunder Wave. Elesa hadn't mentioned anything, having only said they could learn four moves on average from a very miniscule pool and would wait until their evolution to further their move pool when they left their siblings or group behind.
I think she was preparing me to own at least one of them, which was nice of her. I gotta pay her back for that.
...Assuming everything got better after I drowned, and I made it back to civilization.
Again, I shoved the thought away and refocused on the Pokemon in my hands. I could save that for later. That did remind me though. I should ask Tropius if it has seen other people. If not, I'll eventually muster the courage to ask the dragon.
"Pius!" The Grass-Flying type yelped as the fishing rod lurched. The Pokemon had fortunately gotten a hold of it before the catch could take my only source of meat. Otherwise, Tropius had no idea what to do with the fishing rod.
I quickly leaped into action. I gently tossed my electrical eel into the water, where it sent back a happy cheer. "Thanks for the save, Tropius! I got it from here—" my shoulders and my limbs throbbed. I nearly bit my tongue off in the middle of a cuss and controlled the rod with middling success.
One of my hands dipped low to lock the fishing line, Tropius' vine in this case. Then, it pushed forward, using my other hand as a point of leverage.
I stumbled once on my shaky legs. And that was all was needed for me to tip over. The world shifted as my body failed me again.
"Trooopius!"
I couldn't thank Tropius enough as it caught me, prevented me from eating shit, and yanked the rod. With it came two fishes.
A struggling Feebas and a lackadaisical silver.. Magikarp? Seriously, what was with all these changes?
The former blinked up at me with familiarity and cried out as it flailed, "Fee!"
A memory of a certain dark-skinned model releasing her Pokemon to assist me shot through me. "You're Nessa's?" The fish paused its excited flailing to nod, cry its name and reveal exaggerated crocodile tears. I then recalled the fish's name. She was giving the fish some serious target practice and revealed the fish was part of a trio of Q-named Pokemon that were almost the same age. "Quintessa, right?"
I frowned and weighed my options. I sorta wanted to stay on this little island for a bit and just.. figure out myself and compare my knowledge to my world, the worlds of Pokemon and this alternatively real world.
I didn't want to deal with police with their questions, more doctors with their stern admonishes, or more potentially vicious Pokemon that could maim me as easily as they breathe. I could barely manage life without any of that.
Would I have to redo school given my younger body that I had effectively usurped? Trainers were often allowed to go traveling at an early age, but was that applicable here? I don't even know my age. Doctor Osumi had only given an estimate.
Since it seems like I'm before the events of at least Unova by a good number of years, does that mean I could fuck it all up? For crying out loud, Elesa almost died.
Because I was in the middle of giving myself a panic attack, I was left wholly unprepared for the fish's reaction. It had all but launched itself towards my torso—only for one of Tropius' vines to ensnare it mid-air and unintentionally tightened the vine that held me. The large Pokemon glared at the fish with a small growl, gesturing to me with its head.
It took me a moment, but I realized it was pointing out my injuries and current bout of weakness. But I could take the hit, I'm sure. I did own an excitable puppy at one point. Rest in peace, Cindy. I miss you.
I bit back my frown that rose from the fond memories and patted the vine wrapped around my waist. "It's okay, Tropius. Fe—Quintessa is just missing its trainer. Thank you for your concern though; I appreciate it." It was kinda weird that this dinosaur was so conscious of it. But then again, some cats and dogs could smell sickness; some could even predict death.
That was a bit of a stretch given I was still recovering so—I'll just move on for my sake.
The fruit-bearing Pokemon grumbled slightly as it released me and the fish—this whole scenario was the first bit of negative emotion I've seen from it. This allowed me to scoop up the oversized fish, where I cradled it. It had seemed like a big ol baby with its youthful interactions with Nessa. The continuous tears only solidified this.
"I'll get you back to Nessa, I promise." I owe her too much not to at least do this much. Maybe, I could even evolve the Feebas for her too. Who wouldn't want a Milotic? Feebas only snuggled into my arms, weeping further.
The wet blaps of Magikarp's flailing reminded me of its presence. Tropius gently wrapped it and put it into the water. I'm not sure if the flying dinosaur understood I was going to eat that. Well, I was. On the ship, I quickly learned where all my meat came from: various cattle or aquatic Pokemon, and some bug types too. Apparently, the latter was more acceptable than in my world. Admittedly, they tasted pretty alright.
I've never seen a silver Magikarp before. What's the deal with that? I guess I could find out and keep it. I would just have to get over my impending sense of dread and fear of Gyarados before then. Easy, right?
Maybe, I should just eat it.
But first, I set Feebas into the pond, where Tynamo greeted it first, then my bladed fish followed. Despite its baby personality, it wasn't intimidated by the blades. Might be the battles it's been through, I assumed. Afterward, Quintessa introduced my Pokemon to the silver Magikarp.
Oh, it was her friend.
I guess I'll just keep fishing then.
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Aes: Ig, I'm using the interludes to get over the monotonicity of survival stuff in the meantime. Hopefully, it made sense and wasn't just my own imagination running rampant wildly. It lets me show off stuffs I won't be able to address while training the MC and their Pokemon up so that's cool too.
So yeah, some changes to Pokemon could be facilitated by blessings from some Mythicals and Legends. Makes sense to me, given the worshiping akin to gods of Earths. Despite the movie on Manaphy (that I should've rewatched in prep of this story), it doesn't seem like there's much on the water pixie. So hopefully you didn't mind any artistic additions I made.
So Dynamax (red energy) was introduced and so far from Galar? Idk, it seemed weird for it to only be secluded to one region; Hoenn has a lot of things dealing with space as well. I don't think it's too much of a reach to say other dimensions as well since wormholes appear anywhere but are focused on Alola, from what I understand? King genes are a pretty cool way to explain massive Pokemon, but I'd like to be more interwoven with mechanics, I guess? It should make an appearance a couple times tho.
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Edits: kinda gave up cuz it was struggling at the finish line (the interlude portion)
Reviews:
Amaruk1701: not exactly? The plan is for electric, water or flying types to, y'know, signify a storm type, if you will. And correct!
withdrawnwithmadness000: Mhm! But not quite on the level of King gene cuz that's broken. Just a shift in biology—the path to a divergent form/Pokemon for most of them (there shouldn't be too many; I'm not that creative) if you would. Gotta wait and see about Tropius! On the topic of improvements, uh- thanks lol but I don't really recall changing anything about how I write.
Any guesses on the rampaging Pokemon?