POV – JAKE
Jake stopped at the doorway to his room, now freshly cleaned and a bit more centred after tidying up. He paused at the threshold, taking a moment to absorb the quiet simplicity. The room was small but well-equipped, designed in a traditional eastern style with tatami mats covering the floor. A futon, neatly laid out, occupied one corner, the faint scent of straw from the mats filled the air, lending a sense of calm to the space.
It was strange to think that it had been just over a week since he'd arrived in this world. Somehow out of nowhere Jake had just appeared here; shocked by an Emolga, bashed by a Scolipede, haunted by a Mimikyu, battled a champion, caught the offspring of said Scolipede, hunted shrooms and now a Cyndaquil had fallen onto his lap. It had been quite the whirlwind, and he felt like he had not really had too many moments to catch up with it all.
"Maybe the next few days will be a chance to slow down a bit,"he mused to himself.
"Emol, emol!" Trixie's voice cut through Jake's reverie, as she darted across his line of sight, small, squirrel-like body gliding effortlessly through the air. Her black and white fur contrasted sharply with her cheek pouches, charged with electricity, playfully taunting, "Bet you can't catch me!"
"Cynda, Cynda!" echoed a high-pitched, spirited cry of "I definitely will!" As the latest member of his growing Pokémon family scampered by his feet, he observed her short, narrow nose and the joyous eyes that were almost closed. Her fur, a rich bluish-grey that deepened to near-black in the room's shadows, contrasted sharply with her cream-coloured underbelly. The signature dark red spots on her back – dormant volcanoes in miniature – awaited the right, or likely wrong, moment to ignite.
Watching his new Pokémon play, Jake couldn't help but ponder on his fortunate circumstance. "Cyndaquil, one of the three starters from Johto. Rare in the wild, but very occasionally found in grasslands," he thought. This scarcity led him to muse about why such Pokémon were primarily obtained through regional Professors, like Elm in Johto. "Maybe it's a conservation effort," Jake speculated, his eyes following the cute fire porcupine. "Professors could have exclusive access to these rare Pokémon, ensuring their protection and perhaps even their breeding. Or it could be about research, selectively distributing them to trainers for... some greater purpose?"
Jake recalled asking Honey just how she had managed to obtain such a rare Pokémon. "Well," Honey had begun, "before fully dedicating myself to the dojo, I used to run a trading firm in Indigo. I'm more hands off these days, but the firm specialises in food production for Pokémon, quite a niche but rewarding business."
"Professor Oak, a renowned name you might have heard of, is a regular client of ours. He sources food for the Pokémon on his ranch and for his research from us," she continued. "We have had a longstanding relationship, and he has been generous enough to, once a year, send a batch of young Pokémon to Armor for distribution to worthy young trainers. This year, however, he ran out of his usual stock but managed to call in a favour. That's how we got these Johto Pokémon, including your Cyndaquil. It was a kind gesture from an old friend."
Pulling his thoughts back to the present, Trixie, seemed to playing a round of tag with Cyndaquil. The little fire Pokémon was surprisingly quick on her feet, darting about the room. She would use her hind legs to generate the power and pace, and her short stubby arms to help her stability, and to quickly change direction. She zigzagged across the floor, movements swift and determined as she tried to keep pace with the airborne Trixie, not very successfully.
Trixie, for her part, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the chase, allowing Cyndaquil to come tantalisingly close before darting away with a burst of speed. Her wings buzzed as she swooped and spiralled, always just out of reach. Jake watched, amused, as Cyndaquil made a valiant effort to catch her, only for Trixie to tease her with a quick manoeuvre and playful "Emol!"
He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Cyndaquil, you've made a fatal error letting Trixie pick the game," he thought. "She never chooses one she can lose." His amusement was tinged with a hint of caution, however, as he noticed the way Cyndaquil's back occasionally flared up, the dormant red spots glowing more intensely with each burst of excitement.
Trixie had been absolutely ecstatic to meet Cyndaquil. She seemed to embrace her role as the senior team member and 'big sister' with a surprising amount of pride, though there was probably not that much of an age difference between them. It had amused Jake at the time; Trixie, after all, was known more for her play than her leadership qualities.
Despite that, now observing Trixie's delighted interaction with Cyndaquil, Jake saw a valuable opportunity. "Trixie's got the charm and sociability down, always a welcoming figure for newcomers," he mused. Her natural ability to connect and communicate made her an excellent companion for a timid and easily startled Pokémon like Cyndaquil. Trixie's presence seemed to only bring out joy and playfulness in the young Pokémon.
Thinking further, Jake considered the potential for Trixie to take on a more significant role. "She's a fantastic mood maker, but maybe it's time to help her develop some leadership skills," he pondered. He remembered his mother mentioning how she sometimes helped children with confidence issues by fostering leadership skills. A strategy she frequently advocated involved either pairing these children with mentors or entrusting them with responsibilities.
Assigning Trixie as Cyndaquil's guide seemed like a step in this direction. It wasn't just about giving her more responsibility; it was about guiding her to balance her playful nature, so she could contribute more to the team as a whole.
Jake realised that this approach might be what trainers with larger Pokémon teams often take. Not that he intended to enforce a strict hierarchy, but fostering a culture of mutual support and growth within his team would become increasingly important as he continued his quest. As he watched Trixie and Cyndaquil, he understood that this was an excellent chance for both Pokémon to evolve in their roles – Cyndaquil to adjust to her new surroundings while gaining confidence and Trixie to grow beyond her current capabilities. It was a step towards planning for the long term, ensuring a well-integrated team where each Pokémon could thrive.
"Let's hope they don't get into too much trouble," Jake thought wryly to himself.
Just as he had that thought Trixie suddenly swooped towards his futon, wings extended in a swift glide. Cyndaquil, her excitement palpable, gave chase, pattering against the tatami floor, back cindering with tiny, but growing flashes of fire as she closed in on Trixie.
It was time to intervene before things escalated further. While the playful atmosphere was great to see, the combination of Trixie's high energy and Cyndaquil's still untamed fire was a disaster waiting to happen.
"Okay, you two, let's not turn this into a circus act," Jake said gently, half-jokingly, making sure his voice smooth to avoid a surprise, but loud enough to catch their attention. "Maybe, we shouldn't burn down the dojo as thanks for Mustard's hospitality."
At the sight of Jake, Trixie perked up and glided over to him with a spirited "Emol, emol!" which Jake interpreted as her saying, "I've been very responsible actually!"
"Really now? Responsible, huh?" Jake raised an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose I should be grateful that I still have a place to sleep."
Meanwhile, Cyndaquil looked on, a bit more reserved. She nervously inched towards Jake, eyes reflecting a shy curiosity. A soft "Cynda..." escaped her, almost like a timid greeting.
"Hey there, little one," Jake responded, kneeling down to her level. "No need to be shy."
He reached out with a closed fist. "Guess what I've got here?" he said playfully.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Cyndaquil approached, small nose twitching as she sniffed the air. "Cynda, quil!" as if saying, "What's that? I want to see!"
"Just a little something I got from Siobhan. She says fire Pokémon can't resist it," Jake replied, slowly unfolding his hand to reveal a small, red glistening jelly.
Cyndaquil's eyes shone with excitement at the sight of the treat, but in a swift motion, Jake closed and then reopened his hand. The jelly was gone. "Oops, where did it go?" he asked, with a slow smile.
Perplexed yet intrigued, Cyndaquil tilted her head, scanning Jake's face for clues. "Quil? Cynda?" she questioned, her tone suggesting, "What did you do?" Trixie watched with delight, clapping her paws.
"Don't worry, Cyndaquil, it's here somewhere," Jake replied playfully. Cyndaquil wasn't easily deceived and began her own little investigation. She circled around Jake, sniffing the air and scrutinising the area around his feet.
Jake grinned; it was cute watching her ferret around like this. As she intensified her efforts, he gently called her attention. "Hey, Cyndaquil, look here."
She stopped and glanced up at him. Jake then slowly extended his other hand, dramatically retrieving the jelly from behind Cyndaquil's ear. "Found it!" he declared triumphantly.
"Cynda!" Cyndaquil chirped, with a delighted giggle, as if saying, "You got me!" She eagerly nibbled on the treat. Jake extended his hand to gently stroke her head. She responded with delight, wriggling happily. It was great to see Cyndaquil acting more confident. Only a few hours ago, she had been a bundle of nerves, skittishly keeping her distance. But now, thanks to a combination of Trixie's infectious energy and a few well-timed treats, she was noticeably more at ease and even affectionate.
He had wondered about why it had been easy for Cyndaquil to start responding positively to him, musing that it might be some kind of imprinting mechanism inherent in young Pokémon. He remembered bringing this up in a conversation with Master Mustard earlier.
"Their will isn't as strong yet, you see," Mustard had said. "They're more open, more malleable. It's easier to form a connection with them."
He had also touched upon the challenges of bonding with wild Pokémon, especially those that had evolved or lived in the wild for a longer time. "Like people, their experiences shape them, lad," Mustard had continued. "Some will have been through a lot, good and bad. An evolved wild Pokémon can have a strong will, shaped by survival. They might have had negative experiences with us, which can lead to caution or even aggression."
Jake remembered nodding thoughtfully at Mustard's words, "So, approaching a wild, evolved Pokémon requires a strong will and understanding?" Jake had responded to which Mustard had given an affirmative nod.
"It's not just strength or willpower, lad," Mustard had added with a slight smile. "But as you say, it's about respect, understanding, and patience. Pokémon can be dangerous, no matter how young, how wild, or how powerful, but they can sense sincerity and intention. Always remember that, Jake."
Back in the present, Jake smiled down at Cyndaquil, appreciating the simplicity and purity of her affection. "You're going to be a great part of the team," he said softly to her, receiving an enthusiastic "Cynda" from her in response. Trixie, perched on his shoulder, emoled in agreement.
He observed the little fire mouse, Cyndaquil were known to be combustible, emitting flames from their back when angry or surprised. Then, a thought struck him. "You need a name," he said decisively, looking into Cyndaquil's bright, eager eyes. "Can't have you just being any out of the egg Cyndaquil, can we?"
"Cynda!" Cyndaquil responded, her flames flaring up at the suggestion, a clear "Heck, no!".
Jake could feel the sudden burst of heat radiating from her back, it was intense, like a hand too close to a Bunsen burner, a raw and almost scorching sensation that forced him to quickly withdraw his hand.
For a moment, Jake was taken aback by the sheer heat Cyndaquil could generate without even realising it. This would be a new challenge for him. None of his other Pokémon posed a risk of accidental harm like this. Jake realised he would have to be extra cautious around the innocently destructive porcupine. "Guess I should look for some fire-proof gloves," Jake thought wryly.
"You're definitely going to be pretty explosive, both now and in the future," he said with a smile. "How about Ignacia?" He proposed. "Iggy for short?
She paused, considering the name. Then, with an excited "Cynda! Cyndaquil!" she seemed to approve wholeheartedly, her flames erupting again, but also trying to jump at Jake, "Woah, I need my eyebrows for something important, I think!"
"Alright then, welcome to the team, Iggy!" Jake declared warmly. It felt like a name that would suit her perfectly, all the way from her current cute self to a fully grown Typhlosion.
Trixie, circled around Iggy, chirping her own welcome with a series of "Emol! Emolga!".
"Now, it's time to introduce you to the rest of the team," Jake announced. He reached for the Poké Balls containing Jekyll and Arthrox. With a press of a button, both Pokémon materialised into the room.
Jekyll always stood out, the two black holes in his Pikachu disguise where his eyes should be turned towards Jake as he hopped over, tugging at the bottom of his gi, making a soft, affectionate "Mimi, Kyuu!" sound. "I am always happy to see you!" His voice was not quite as raspy anymore, and certainly Jekyll was much less hesitant than when he first met him.
Jake reached out to gently pet Jekyll, who now seemed to more confidently revel in the attention, body vibrating slightly in contentment. Jekyll's focus remained solely on Jake, oblivious to the new member of the team, nothing else mattered to him. Jake wanted to change that, but he was still not quite sure how.
Arthrox rolled over to Jake, his hard exoskeleton a glossy crimson and dark green, giving him a rather formidable appearance. Despite this, there was something amusingly earnest about him, he seemed to renew his allegiance to Jake, almost like a knight swearing fealty to his liege. Since their encounter with the Tangela, Arthrox had been displaying an almost overzealous loyalty towards Jake, which he found both endearing and a bit puzzling.
After petting Arthrox, who seemed pleased with the attention, Jake turned to his fire mouse. "This is Iggy," he said, gesturing towards the Cyndaquil.
Arthrox greeted Iggy with a cautious "Veni," his antennae twitching slightly. He backed away a bit, clearly wary of her potential to burst into flames. "Veni, veni" he seemed to sigh. Perhaps to say "Venipede are flammable."
Jekyll, on the other hand, was unnervingly neutral. He didn't acknowledge Iggy, nor did he make any sound. His gaze, through the holes of his costume, fixed and baleful, almost as if he was analysing the newcomer from a distance.
Iggy made her way towards the others, the young Cyndaquil, her eyes holding innocent wonder, edged closer to Jekyll, who remained still, his gaze fixed and unblinking.
Iggy sniffed cautiously, inching closer to the Mimikyu. There was a moment of hesitance as she caught Jekyll's scent, something in it causing her to pause. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, panic flared in her eyes, she burst into flame, back igniting.
Jekyll's reaction was indignant. His body tensed, and he looked down at Iggy with what could only be described as disdain. "Mimi, Kyuu?" he seemed to say, which Jake interpreted as, "Did you just try to BURN my disguise?"
The feeling of the room changed. Jekyll's aura began to shift, the façade slipping away to reveal the true ghost beneath. A malevolent, eerie energy started to radiate from him, the shadow beneath his disguise extending, chilling the air. Iggy, recoiled in fear, her small body quivering.
As Jake observed, a realisation dawned on him. Jekyll, with his complex emotions and hidden strength, had the potential to be so much more than what his past had defined him to be. He could be a protector, a figure of admiration, someone for the others to look up to. Iggy could benefit greatly from such a role model.
Jake thought about Jekyll's journey with him so far. He seemed to react aggressively to any that would threaten his disguise. The malice he displayed, the fear he could inspire, masked a vulnerability, a hidden depth, a character shaped by loneliness and more than anything a desperate desire to be accepted. Perhaps by encouraging Jekyll to see himself through a new lens – not as an outcast or a source of fear, but as a mentor and protector – he could help the Mimikyu find a new sense of purpose.
Iggy was at the very beginning of her journey. Her natural responses to Jekyll's intense emotions were understandable, considering Cyndaquil's inherent timidity, particularly in startling or unfamiliar scenarios. If Jake was able to leverage Trixie's welcoming and sociable nature, while simultaneously steering Jekyll to becoming a figure of admiration, or even authority, then Iggycould outgrow her initial fears and develop her confidence. Jekyll's presence could provide Iggy with a sense of security, helping her to overcome her initial hesitance.
Yes, Jake thought, this could work. It would take patience and careful nurturing, but the benefits for both Jekyll and Iggy – and indeed, for the entire team – could be immense. He looked at Jekyll and Iggy, seeing not just their present states, but the possibilities of what they could become. "What's this? Am I finally thinking like a good Pokemon Trainer? Surely not?" Jake mused to himself wryly.
"Iggy," Jake began, "I want to formally introduce Jekyll. The strongest member of our team." Iggy's eyes widened a little, though it was a little hard to tell given they were closed and all. Jekyll seemed to freeze, turning slowly to look at Jake, confused.
Jake continued, undeterred. "Jekyll is brave, stoic, and a true protector of our family."
Jekyll, taken aback, emitted a surprised "K-kyuu?" As if to say, "W-What are you saying?"
Arthrox, voiced a matter-of-fact "Venipede," as if affirming. "He protects the hive."
Jekyll looked even more at surprised at this, turning to stare at Arthrox, not sure what to say.
Trixie, standing not far away, "Emol, emol" she nodded sagely, "He's a great little bro!"
Jekyll definitely reacted to that, looking at Trixie with what could only be described as utter disgust.
Trixie, however, seemed unfazed, chirping "Emol!" cheerfully, implying, "See, he loves me!"
Iggy, unable to contain her excitement, dashed forward, skidding to a stop right in front of Jekyll. Eyes shining with admiration.
Jekyll, utterly bewildered, turned to Jake, his eyes conveying confusion and a silent plea, "How could you?"
Jake just smiled at the Mimikyu, drawing him into a hug. "Everything I said is true, Jekyll. You've shown all those qualities. You're doing great," he whispered reassuringly.
Iggy's excitement was palpable as she leaned towards Jekyll, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and admiration. "Cynda, cynda?" she piped up, almost as if introducing herself all over again. Them without missing a beat, she launched into a flurry of questions. "Cynda, quil?" How did you find your cloak? "Cynda, cynda, quil?" What's the scariest adventure you've been on?"
Jekyll, taken aback, could only stammer. "M-mimi, kyu?" He looked around, overwhelmed.
From her perch, Trixie giggled "Emol, emolga!" she chimed in, which Jake understood as, "He's totally lost for words!"
Arthrox, observed the scene with a deadpan expression. "Veni," he remarked dryly, which Jake translated as, "Aren't you going to answer?"
Jekyll, flustered, turned to Jake, a silent plea for assistance.
Jake couldn't help but chuckle at the situation before stepping in. "Hey Iggy, let's take it easy on Jekyll," he said gently. He let down Jekyll, off his lap, and he quickly retreated behind Jake, peeking out at Iggy nervously. Jekyll who had been so scary, seemed to have had the tide turned on him. Jake sighed; Jekyll would have to get used to it he supposed.
Arthrox's turn. "Iggy, I'd like you to meet Arthrox," he said, gesturing toward the Venipede. "He's also pretty new to our team. He's got big dreams of becoming a powerful Scolipede one day." Arthrox nodded proudly, pleased that his ambition was being acknowledged.
Iggy's eyes widened. "Cynda, quil Cynda!" she exclaimed, which Jake interpreted as, "That's amazing! I want to be strong too!"
Arthrox nodding in acknowledgment of her declaration. "Veni," he responded, an approving tone in his voice. "Respect is given."
Watching this, Jake felt a sense of pride swell within him. He noted how Iggy's confidence soared when discussing her aspirations, her true spirited nature shining through — qualities that would serve her well in the battles to come.
As Jake's gaze drifted over his team. There was Trixie, the playful and now increasingly reliable Emolga; Jekyll, the once-lonely Mimikyu, gradually emerging from his shell; Arthrox, the disciplined and ambitious Venipede, whose drive could propel the team forward; and now Iggy, the passionate and spirited Cyndaquil. Together, they formed a diverse and strong team, each with unique traits and potential.
He was assembling a formidable group that, if trained well, could genuinely be contenders in the battles ahead. For the first time since arriving in this world, Jake felt a moment of calm, a content. He had knowledge; he had a defined goal. He didn't, however, have experience. The Galar Pokemon League was an opportunity to learn, to grow, to develop the tools he needed to reach Sinnoh. As Jake looked over his team, he truly looked forward to seeing what they could achieve together.
POV - JEKYLL
Jekyll watched. Jekyll contemplated. The new one, 'Iggy', a tiny flame flickering with life and spirit. Brightness less blinding. Purity more overwhelming.
Jake, the leader, his centre, his everything was called away. The old human summoned him. Jekyll wanted to follow. But Jake said, "Look after them." Them – this gathering of Pokémon, this... family?
Jekyll pondered. His existence had been fuelled by envy, to be something he was not. But Jake had offered something else, something Jekyll struggled to comprehend. A role, a place, not as an outcast.
As Jake left, Jekyll felt a stirring, a sensation. Responsibility? A charge, these creatures he had only known as rivals, as annoyances. The bug was no threat. But the small, bright ones. They could take it all away. Everything he had ever wanted. They could remove him. DESTROY HIM.
Jake's words echoed in Jekyll's mind. A task, a purpose, something Jekyll had never possessed. This was new... significant. Jekyll watched the others, emotions yet to be fully understood.
An opportunity. An opportunity to be more than a mimic. To stand as something real, something vital. He may never match their purity, their brightness, but he could be something else, something necessary.
Jekyll watched. Jekyll resolved. He would protect them, guard them. In doing so, perhaps he would find what he had been seeking all along. A place where he belonged, not in mimicry, but in truth. Jekyll had something to lose. Everything to gain.
POV - ARTHROX
Arthrox scanned Jake's room, antennae quivering slightly. New hive. Adaptation: necessary. Jake was the 'Commander' - a figure of utmost respect and unwavering loyalty. Commander's orders: paramount. All else: secondary.
To Arthrox's sensors, the room was a tactical ground. The tatami mats beneath vibrated with the faintest movements, the scent of the ocean wafting in through the window mingling with the human scents of clothes and the room's furnishings. The environment was unfamiliar, each element being catalogued for future reference.
Memories of the Bisharp that killed his mother flickered, stirring a rare surge of emotion. Threat miscalculated. Retaliation: inevitable. He had been too focused on his defensive curl then, neglecting the wider strategy for survival.
Error acknowledged. Sister's advice: dismissed. He realised his past mistake of cocooning in defence, ignoring the broader aspects of life and growth.
Now, under Jake's command, a new path emerged. Commander's tactics: efficient. Evolution into Scolipede: assured. Jake was more than a leader; he was the catalyst. Scolipede transformation: certain. Power increase: predictable. Commander's strategy: exemplary. Under Jake, he would transcend his previous limitations.
Observing Ignacia, the new Cyndaquil, he analysed. Species: unfamiliar. Strength potential: notable. He noted her youthful energy, the curiosity in her movements. Characteristic: youthful. Behaviour: inquisitive, vigilant.
But her fire control was a hazard. Fire: carapace risk. Close contact: ill-advised. Caution: essential. Risk assessment: high. Fire release upon startling: likely. The very nature of her defence mechanism required careful navigation. Strategy: maintain distance. Observe from afar.
Arthrox's antennae flicked towards Jekyll, the Mimikyu. Recognition: faint. Past encounter: a Pikachu, unstable. The memory of the attack by the crazy Pikachu sharpened in his mind. Mistake: assumed identity. Correction: Jekyll, Mimikyu, not Pikachu. Stability: apparent. Mimikyu: not deranged. Logical disposition: evident. In Jekyll, there was no hint of the unpredictability that marked the Pikachu. Status: superior in the hive. Respect: warranted.
Further analysis led to a recognition of Jekyll's merits. Mimikyu: deceptive appearance. Psychological profile: stable. Jekyll's commitment to Jake and combat skills were evident. Evaluation: strong ally. Aggression: suited for hive defence.
Jekyll's presence served as a benchmark. Mimikyu: strong, respected. Current position: above me. But Arthrox's ambition was clear. Growth: unstoppable. Achievement: to surpass and lead. His resolve was as firm as his carapace. Legend: not just story. Future: I am legend.
His reverie shattered as a sudden rush of air currents signalled Trixie's approach. She darted into his field of vision, face inches from his. Invasion of space: noted. Emotional response: restrained.
"Artie, you asleep or something?" Her voice was playful, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Arthrox's eyes narrowed slightly. Name: Arthrox. Correction required. "I do not sleep during strategic contemplation. And my designation is Arthrox." He paused, antennae twitching slightly as he added, "In the Commander's absence, our duty is to remain obedient and vigilant.
Trixie puffed up, a display of mock authority. "Well, Jake's not here, so I'm in charge now!" Her ears twitching with an air of self-importance.
A sigh, imperceptible to anyone but himself, escaped Arthrox. Delusion of command: inefficient.
Jekyll's response came, "None shall command me but my esteemed trainer!" His stance, though small, carried an air of unwavering loyalty.
Trixie laughed, the sound light, as if Jekyll had made the wittiest of jokes. Amusement: prevalent. Misinterpretation: likely.
Arthrox's gaze lingered on the Emolga. Trixie: effective in battle. Objective assessment: capable. He noted her agility, her unpredictable movements in combat - assets not to be underestimated.
But there were... anomalies. Behavioural observation: lacks discipline. Consumption habits: excessive. He recalled instances of her feasting, sometimes encroaching upon his own allocated nourishment. Food appropriation: unacceptable. Tactical re-evaluation of supplies: necessary.
And her chatter – a constant stream of noise. Communication: excessive. Efficiency: reduced. Yet, despite these observations, a part of him registered something else. Previous encounter: life debt acknowledged. She had, in their past adventure, saved him from what would have been a less than honourable demise.
This debt, and something more unnameable, shaped his perception of her. Trixie: under my protection. Acknowledgment: silent. It was a fact he would never vocalise.
Frustratingly, her strength ranked her above him in their group's pecking order. Trixie: superior in combat. Personal sentiment: irritation. This fact grated on him and increased his desire for ascension. Hierarchy: current status, Trixie above. Goal: surpass.
Arthrox watched from a distance as Ignacia, or 'Iggy' as they called her, blazed around Jekyll with an energy that seemed to border on chaos. Her questions came rapid-fire, each laced with unmistakable admiration. Curiosity: commendable. Method: overwhelming.
Jekyll, for his part, seemed to shrink under the barrage of enthusiasm. His attempts at maintaining a regal demeanour faltering in the face of Iggy's fire. Arthrox could sense his discomfort, a feeling not unfamiliar to him.
Commonality: discomfort in chaos. Jekyll: potential ally. Arthrox observed as Jekyll nervously backed away to maintain a safe distance from Iggy's flickering flames. Caution: justified. Fire hazard: apparent.
"Ah, young one, your fervour is... admirable, but one must also embrace the virtues of space and restraint," Jekyll intoned, his voice wavering slightly.
To Arthrox's surprise, Iggy seemed not only undeterred but even more impressed. "Wow, Jekyll, you're so cool! How do you stay so calm and collected?" Her eyes sparkled, inching closer to the Mimikyu.
Arthrox saw Jekyll's body wiggle around, looking for an escape or a distraction. They landed on Trixie, who was currently engaged in a playful monologue to an inattentive audience. Opportunity: to assist and align.
"Trixie, Iggy requires engagement of a different kind. Your... unique approach would be beneficial."
Trixie looked up, face breaking into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I get it! Time for Trixie to show her amazing skills!" she declared, bounding over to Iggy with a zest that matched the young Cyndaquil's own.
Jekyll, now relieved of Iggy's attention, gave Arthrox a glance that held a flicker of gratitude. Alliance: initiated. Jekyll: appreciative.
Arthrox felt a sense of purpose solidifying within him. Alliance with Jekyll: first step. Growth path: defined. His life's ambition, evolution to a Scolipede, loomed in his mind, a goal now within reach. Mother: powerful, yet opportunities limited. Advantage: a capable trainer. Commander: more than adequate. Jake's words, laden with encouragement and belief, echoed in his thoughts. Growth in hive: superior. Potential: maximised.
Battle strategy: engage and dominate. Commander's leadership: key to ascension. His resolve hardened at the thought of the trials ahead, each a stepping stone to his ultimate form.
Then, there was the matter of his past, the scorched memories of his hivelands, ravaged and lost. Revenge: a necessary closure. Pikachu: tormentor. Bisharp: executioner. The fire of retribution burned within him, a silent vow to right the wrongs of the past.
Return to hivelands: inevitable. Rule: destined. His journey would come full circle, from the ashes of his lost home to the pinnacle of power and authority. His destiny not just to survive, but to reign. Journey: begun. Destiny: unstoppable. I shall rise.
POV - JAKE
Jake strolled back down the corridor of the Master Dojo, his mind reeling from his encounter with Mustard and the antiquated TV set. "Mustard really is a technophobe," he mused, chuckling softly to himself. He found it amusing, that the old master had a penchant for antique roadshows – quite unexpected.
Jake's thoughts wandered to the technological paradoxes of the Pokémon world. Here on Armor, marvels like PokéCentres and PokéBalls coexisted with what seemed like relics of an older era – like Mustard's clunky television set. "Maybe it's just Mustard's preference," he thought, considering the old master's traditional preferences.
The dojo itself was a blend of the old and the new. The large training hall at the front, where most of the action happened, displayed the dojo's primary purpose. But as Jake moved further inside, the living quarters unfolded in a surprisingly cozy and well-appointed manner. There was a dining room that always smelled faintly of spices, a living room that was more often than not used so Mustard could watch his shows, and a kitchen where the clatter of pots and pans was a common soundtrack.
He was now walking down the student corridor, lined with several rooms. The corridor adorned with paintings of fighting Pokémon, each capturing the essence of martial prowess and grace. Mienshao, Machamp, Lucario, Throh, and Sawk stared down from the walls, images inspiring and intimidating in equal measure. One particular painting always caught Jake's eye – a magnificently extended Kommo-o, depicted in an intricate eastern style, dominating an entire wall in the corridor, scales almost shimmering in the painted light.
Jake passed by Ciara's room – the door was shut as usual. He rarely saw her there; she was more often found training in the hall or the courtyard, either herself, her Pokémon or both. Respect for privacy was a given here, and Jake never felt the urge to intrude.
Next the room of Hyde. The door was perpetually closed, with only the faint, rhythmic clicking sounds emanating from within. Rumours about Hyde were a dime a dozen, but Jake had never seen him. His room was right next to Jake's, a rather curious arrangement.
Jake stepped into his room, half-expecting to walk into pandemonium. To one side, next to his bed, Trixie was in the air, seemingly trying to show Iggy how to use Acrobatics. Iggy, eyes fixed on Trixie, attempting to copy. With each try, she would leap, spin in the air with a clumsy yet determined effort, and then land – more often than not – on her belly on the soft mat. Despite the unsuccessful landings, Iggy seemed undeterred, small body bouncing back up each time with enthusiasm.
On the other side of the room, Arthrox and Jekyll seemed be having a serious discussion. Jekyll, usually so reclusive and quiet, actually seemed to be participating, occasionally responding with small gestures, tilting his head, even hopping occasionally. Arthrox listened and then replied with measured, deliberate motions.
Jake watched this with a sense of relief. He had left them alone in the room as a test, curious to see how they would manage by themselves.
Just as Jake was about to fully stride into the room, a sudden, sharp crash echoed from next door, slicing through the calm like a knife. It was abrupt, loud, and utterly unexpected, sounding like a machine breaking down or collapsing. Jake jerked around, his heart skipping a beat, as his attention snapped towards the source of the noise,
"What the bloody hell was that?!" came an irate voice. "Friggin' piece of rubbish, that's what it is!"
Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never heard Hyde's voice, and it was muffled. But it was quite the difference from the usually silent room next door.
The voice continued. "Of all the sodding, blasted times for this to conk out...!" The voice trailed off into a series of indistinct grumbles and further expletives.
Then, a distinct smell of burning hit his nostrils. Jake's heart sank as he slowly turned back towards his room, inevitable dread washing over him. He knew exactly what he was about to see.
They're stood Iggy, her fire blazing out uncontrollably, small body rigid as she stared towards the source of the noise. Tragically, she was also facing away from Jake's futon, which was now catching fire. "Well, that's just great," Jake thought with a sigh. Peace and calm had indeed been too good to last.
In the room, chaos ensued in response to the sudden turn of events. Trixie, caught off guard by the flames, was rapidly flying away from the fire towards Jake, her eyes wide with alarm. "So much for our fire drill," Jake thought wryly.
Arthrox, meanwhile, looked at the growing fire and seemed to sigh in exasperation. "Veni," he commented dryly, which Jake interpreted as, "Fire hazard. It is as I predicted."
Down by Jake's feet, Jekyll hopped over, looking up at him with his usual expression. "Kyuu!" he exclaimed, which Jake understood as a kind of "Glad you are back!" At least he was consistent, he supposed.
Panic flared in Jake as he realised the gravity of the situation – a fire in a wooden dojo was nothing short of a disaster. His mind raced, but then it clicked; he had his Pokémon, and together, they could tackle this.
"Trixie, I need wind currents, now! Use Quick Attack, circle the fire, and cut off its oxygen!" he commanded. Trixie, understanding the urgency, immediately sprung into action. She darted around the fire at breakneck speed, the swift movement creating gusts of wind that began to suffocate the flames.
Next, "Arthrox, create firebreaks! Move anything flammable, dig into the ground, do whatever it takes!" Arthrox, with a nod of understanding, moved swiftly. He began clearing debris and digging into the tatami mats, strategically creating barriers to prevent the fire from spreading further.
"Jekyll, help Arthrox with the firebreaks!" Jake shouted, directing the Mimikyu who Jekyll began to assist Arthrox, moving swiftly to clear any flammable material and to help create a clear line to contain the fire. Arthrox, meanwhile, started secreting poison along the break, weakening the tatami mats to stop the fire from spreading.
"Trixie, help to direct them! Let them know where to focus!" Jake called out.
The fire's advance began to slow, contained by the barriers. Jekyll's quick actions complemented Arthrox's methodical approach, each Pokémon playing to their strengths.
With the firebreaks in place, Jake turned to Iggy. "Controlled burn, Iggy, along the line Arthrox made," he instructed. Iggy, her flames now a tool rather than a hazard, carefully ignited the breaks. From above, Trixie monitored and guided the process. The fire was intense, its heat and light filling the room, but they were making progress.
With the immediate danger under control, Jake issued his final command. "Arthrox, now! Use Protect and then Rollout over the remaining flames!" Arthrox formed a protective shield around himself before launching into a high-speed Rollout. His rolling form efficiently smothered the remaining embers, extinguishing the last of the fire.
Jake let out a long breath he didn't realise he was holding. The room was a mess, but the fire was out. He glanced at his team, each Pokémon panting but unharmed. "Good work, everyone," he said with relief, they had coordinated incredibly well given they had practically only just met each other.
The room was in disarray, half-charred, reeking of smoke, but the fire was out, and that was all that mattered. His eyes found Iggy, who looked remarkably shamefaced, small body almost shrinking in guilt.
He walked over to her slowly, each step deliberate. Iggy's eyes, still bright despite her evident remorse, met his. "Cynda, Cynda," she seemed to say, "I'm really sorry."
Jake gently scooped her up, feeling the residual warmth of her fire as he held her close. "It's okay, Iggy. We managed through it, that's what counts," he reassured her softly, hugging the small Pokémon. "We'll work together on controlling those flames of yours, alright?"
As he comforted Iggy, the door burst open, and Mustard strode in, his eyes immediately taking in the charred half of the room. A hearty laugh erupted from him, echoing around the scorched walls. "Ha! What've you been cooking in here, lad?" he asked.
Jake, holding Iggy, offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry about the mess, I didn't expect—" he began, but Mustard waved him off.
"Nonsense, lad! Do you think you're the first with a fire Pokémon? This almost always happens on the first day!" Mustard declared, his laughter still lingering in the air.
As they spoke, two figures appeared at the door. Jake's eyes widened as he saw a Machoke and a Machop, muscular forms unmistakable. The Machoke, with its brawny arms and a confident stance, carried new tatami mats effortlessly, while the slightly smaller Machop, but no less muscular and determined, followed with a new futon.
As the Machoke and Machop set to work, replacing the damaged parts of the room with efficient ease, Jake stepped out into the hallway with his Pokémon. He decided to leave them to their task and found himself, almost unwittingly, joining Mustard in front of the TV. The old master was engrossed in an episode of Antique Roadshow, a program that Jake never imagined he would find himself watching on this world. "Uh, I thought I had escaped this." His Pokémon were about as interested as he was; Trixie soon dozing off on his shoulder. Her gentle breathing became a sign for Jake that it was time to retire for the night. They settled into their newly restored room, the events of the day gradually fading into the quiet of the evening.
The weekend arrived with a gentle dusk, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange as Jake, with Trixie perched on one shoulder and Iggy on the other, made his way to the entrance of the Master Dojo courtyard. The evening air was cool and fresh, carrying the distant sounds of the waves crashing against the Isle's rocks. As he approached the courtyard gate, he was surprised to find Ciara waiting for him, leaning casually against the entrance.
Ciara's long dark brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail, swaying slightly in the evening breeze. Her intense amber eyes, usually so focused and stern, seemed softer in the dimming light. Jake couldn't help but notice her beauty, though he quickly pushed the thought aside.
Beside her, a Totodile stood, imitating Ciara's cool casual lean against the gate. It possessed vibrant blue scales, with a natural sheen that caught the last rays of the setting sun, making them shimmer subtly. Large but sharp eyes, contrasted with its wide, toothy grin. The Totodile's small but compact body, was supported by strong legs and a thick tail.
Trixie, ever sociable, launched herself from Jake's shoulder with a cheerful emol, gliding towards Ciara. The usually reserved trainer's face lit up with a small smile at the sight, a small break in her usual stoicism. She reached out to gently pat Trixie, who circled around her in delight.
"Didn't expect you to hang around for me," Jake said with a light, teasing tone.
Ciara rolled her eyes, cool unfazed. "Don't flatter yourself. We're headed to the same place, after all," she replied in her low nearly American twang.
At that moment, Jake noticed Iggy slipping from his shoulder and scurrying over to Ciara's Totodile, who still leaning against the gate. ""Looks like Maridon's picking up more than just battle moves from you,"," Jake remarked.
A small smile flickered across Ciara's face. "Maridon is quite impressionable, but he's a good boy. Eager to be trained," she said the last words slowly, eyes locking with Jake's for a moment.
Jake was momentarily caught off guard by her tone, quickly regained his composure. Iggy enthusiastically dashed over to Maridon, circling around the Totodile, pausing occasionally to exchange a "Cynda, quil!" or "Toto, dile." Jake mused, "It would seem they are comparing notes, most likely trainers. I hope I hold up.". These Pokémon must know each other well, having been part of the same batch of regional starters. Soon Trixie joined in, hopefully singing his praises.
"Impressive. I should probably take some training tips from you in that case?" Jake said playfully. He paused, a mock-serious look crossing his face as if recalling something important. "Speaking of training, remember that little battle of ours? You know, the one where I—"
As they wandered down the streets of the town, Pokémon trailing behind, Ciara's expression shifted subtly, a hint of displeasure crossing her features. "I could do without the reminder," she said, her tone cool but with an undercurrent of something else.
Jake sensed a shift in her mood. "Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly, a little concerned.
Ciara glanced at him, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes before she regained her composure. "Yes, I'm fine. It's something I need to work through myself," she replied, firm yet not unkind.
Understanding, Jake simply nodded, respecting her. To lighten the mood, he couldn't resist adding, "Well, as long as you remember about that reward for winning our battle. I'm pretty sure that was part of the deal, right?"
Ciara gave a small nod, cool back in place. "You'll get what's owed. Monday, in training," she stated matter-of-factly.
Jake's eyes twinkled with mirth as he responded, "Monday it is, then. And thanks for the heads-up – it's always good to know when I've got the upper hand in our rivalry."
Ciara's gaze sharpened, competitive fire igniting in her eyes. "Upper hand, huh?" she replied, voice calm. "We'll see about that on Monday. Just be ready, Jake. I don't plan on holding back. I'm here to be the best."
Ciara led the way through the town, stride purposeful, Jake following a step behind. They chatted intermittently, their conversation not quite so silent, and not quite so tense as it had been. Around them, the townsfolk moved with a sense of urgency, as if rushing to complete their tasks, faces seeming to anticipate something. The atmosphere was charged, excitement hanging in the air.
They meandered down the cobblestone streets, Jake found himself drawn to a building that felt strangely familiar, as if plucked from his own world. A small pub, quaint in its design, warm, inviting lights spilling out of its windows. The sign outside swayed gently in the evening breeze, featuring a stylised cheerful Slowpoke gripping a stout beer with a broad smile. "The Stout Slowpoke" Jake thought, smiling at the name.
Jake recognised this scene – it reminded him of home. Of the bustling pubs. Of the big match. Everyone gathering in anticipation. Only this time, it was about Pokémon. The same electric atmosphere, the same sense of excitement, yet in a world so different from his own. For a fleeting moment, a wave of emotion washed over him, comfort and sadness in equal measure. A yearning for what he left behind. An eagerness for what was to come. Trixie and Iggy leaned in closer on his shoulders, their warmth and presence a silent reassurance. "This time," Jake thought, his eyes taking in the sight before him, "I'll find out who is the Champion of Galar."