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In the Shadows, Y'all gonna get BIT!
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post Jun 21 2013, 05:07 PM
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It really didn’t sit well with Darryn that a small girl like Branwys, and her equally small Pokemon partners, had been left to deal with carrying Bobby’s father out of that ghastly clearing but there really wasn’t much else for it – he had to defend their rear while they trudged back to the meadow. Between Lady and Bravo, the forest blazed in the fleeing humans’ wake and the danger of being followed and attacked again was slowly and surely being mitigated.

*Not much farther… and the sun will be up soon, too… maybe I can reach Lyla now…*

<Lyla?>

<DARRYN!>

“Ungh!” Darryn clapped his hands to his head and stumbled as his cousin’s thought-speak slammed home. He was definitely in range, alright. Keeping up with Cesc and Branwys, Darryn scanned the forest ahead for any sign that they would be back in the meadow soon. He found nothing.

<Darryn, are you, like, here yet?> Lyla sounded at the end of her tether – even her mirrored telepathy was frantic.

<I think so,> he replied, still unsure of how far they were from each other, <I don’t think my… I don’t think this thing works over long distances – we should be there very soon.>

<Good!> Lyla’s response came with a mental sigh of relief. <We’re, like, ready for you. Just get to the meadow and we’ll, like, take care of the rest.>

<What’s that supposed to mean?> Darryn demanded, dodging a tree root that threatened to steal his feet from underneath him. <How are you going to stop the Carnivine?>

<It’s, like, the Rage Powder.> Lyla sounded impatient. <Rage Powder works on its target, attracting the aggression of others toward it. The problem here was that too much Rage Powder residue was covering the grass in the meadow – anyone walking through it would just get covered and->

<And take the Carnivine’s attention!>

<Exactly!>

<Y’know, Ly, you’re way smarter than you let on.> Darryn admitted.

<I’ll take that insult as, like, a compliment.> Lyla grumbled back. <Just hurry!>

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“There!” Darryn gasped, the glimmer of hope that Lyla had given him was swelling like a balloon now – there was a way of the nightmare, after all! “The meadow!”

All three trainers broke the final line of trees and stepped out onto lush grass once more, their staggering forms lurching through the almost-light of the near-dawn. Sure enough, Lyla stood ready with Bobby, two of her Pokemon at her side. Darryn had expected to see relief on Lyla’s face but all he could see with astounded horror – her eyes wide and mouth gaping. Darryn looked down at himself then across at the other two. Sure enough, they were a sight to behold… Like something from a charity ad…

“C’mon!” Darryn urged Cesc and Branwys, looping an arm down and under Bobby’s Dad’s arm to help Branwys drag him the rest of the way.

“NOW, SUIKA!” Lyla screamed, her Azurill bouncing high into the air with a slam of its tail. “Target everyone and use Soak!”

“Wait, what?” Darryn drew up short even as the torrent of water from the tiny Pokemon crashed down into his face. First him, then Branwys and the Professor, Cesc and Bobby’s mother. Then each of the Pokemon in turn, all splashed hard with the water from above. Although freezing cold, the water was shockingly refreshing after their sweat-soaked battle and escape in the forest and Darryn found himself reveling in the sensation of the damp penetrating the dirt that caked his hair. He ran hand sback through his chestnut locks and rubbed away droplets from his eyes.

“That should do it…” Lyla mumbled to herself, examining the group closely in the dim light. “Washing off the Rage Powder is, like, only the first step though – we need to get rid of the rest in the grass by totally burning it all away.”

“Huh,” Darryn frowned, “sounds dangerous to me.”

“And sticking around to see if it happens again doesn’t?” Lyla retorted. “Darryn, we need to make sure that nobody-“

“DEERLING!”

Screams of wild fawns pierced the air as the native herd to the grassland thundered towards the trainers, snaring and slashing vines whipping the air behind them.

“The Carnivine!” Darryn gasped, “they must have changed target to the Deerling that live here!”

“But the Deerling are only fast in the light!” Bobby piped up. “They can’t run away with Chorophyll until the sun comes up! Somebody help them!”

Darryn took in the numbers of Carnivine flooding the meadow. They had no hope… Tens of the things were bearing down upon the Deerling, some already ensnaring victims and dragging them back towards the treeline. Movement to one side of the group, however, caught his eye. A lone Deerling, a different colour o the others, was charging back at the attackers with grim determination. Darryn peered closer. The other Deerling’s target was… The mother Carnivine and father Amoonguss! The courage and desperation that came from that Deerling’s soul were two of the most pure emotions that Darryn had ever felt and, like a leaf in a river’s current, he was swept along with it.

“Victor!” Darryn threw the Pokeball down and nodded to Lyla. “Victor help Suika wash the Deerling as they come past this way.”

*What are you doing, Dar?!* He struggled with himself to no avail.

“Lady, Bravo, Romeo – let’s go!” Darryn took off towards the Carnivine with his Pokemon in tow. “Attack!”


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post Jun 23 2013, 01:15 AM
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As the three trainers burst through the line of trees, Tybalt broke past Lyla from the house, headed directly for the woods.

"Tybalt! Help Branwys!" Looking confused, as he had been charging forward to join in some sort of melee. Guarding the house had been terse, and he was ready to relieve some tension.

Darryn looped down to help carry the man, leaving no room for Tybalt to join. The Zangoose looked quite annoyed as he ran alongside the struggling group, trying to find a way to help. All he had were claws and teeth, both of which would probably prove more harmful.

Then a Soak fell over everyone, coating everyone with a flashing layer of water. Tybalt had been unaware of Lyla's plan, and looked even more annoyed than before. Cesc's Valentine shrieked unhappily as the water fell over the fire-type. He chattered incessantly, and danced about madly, as if trying to dry himself off.

"What does splashing us have to do with anything?" Cesc yelled, visibly peeved. He had not exactly been let in on Lyla's plan. However, as Lyla explained that "Rage Powder" had been washed off of them, the pieces fell into place. He even found himself enjoying the cold water that had fallen over him.

But the scream piercing the air drew his attention. Darryn neatly summed up the situation before charging back into the fray. They had just escaped, and now Darryn was charging back to face them again. Letting out a ragged sigh, Cesc looked at the safety of the house, then the encroaching horde of angry monsters from which they'd just escaped.

He hurriedly, but gently placed the mother on the soaked floor, before turning back to the Carnivine. Confused, tired, and now very irritated, he really had no other choice than the follow his fellow co-ordinator back into battle.

"Valentine, Bardolph, Tybalt! We've gotta help."


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post Jun 25 2013, 01:16 AM
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"GAAAH!" Branwys shrieked as the cold water hit her exhausted form. Had she been the type to dwell on it, and she wasn't, she would have been upset that her shirt and pants were torn, her hair doused and hanging, and she looked for all the world like a near-drowned cinccino.

All that mattered was that she was COLD! She wanted to yell and scream and curse, but all of them had gotten the same treatment, and, more to the point, she felt better.

Thinking back to the mad flight, she felt gratitude for Darryn helping to pull the large man into the meadow. Her strength was flagging badly... She very much doubted she'd have gotten him to the house alone.

She heard Lyla mention Rage Powder. Had that been what made her irritable ? She was closer to the ground, and there had to be as much of it in the house as out, with the carnivine attack on the parents...

"DEERLING!"

Branwys twisted from her place on the ground (when had she sat..?) and watched in ever growing horror as the deerling sprang from the grass in great, scattered leaps. If the Rage Powder was somehow attracting the carnivine, and the larger prey had suddenly managed to get rid of it...

Darryn was off like a shot, with Cesc following quickly yet wearily behind. She could rest. She could afford to rest...

Except that they couldn't protect all the deerling. And the deerling didn't know about getting the rage powder washed off...

"Dimo! Dimo's friend!" Branwys forced her aching muscles to move. "We have to herd those deerling here! They need to be washed off!"

Dimo followed without hesitation, but the other pokemon hesitated plenty. Dimo looked back, then stopped, watching, then shrugged. <Hyu did vhot hyu sed hyu'd do. Hyu don' haff to help.> With a wave of his club, Dimo took off after Branwys again.

The scraggy's eye twitched, and he sighed, shrugging his shoulder. Turning back to go to his tree, he walked a few steps away... then, with an annoyed grunt, turned and ran after the pair.

Branwys had, cleverly for her state of mind, gotten between the deerling and the woods before she began waving her hands and shouting. It wasn't doing much more than frightening the deerling more. the scraggy dashed toward her, then up the closest thing resembling a line, pushing the panicked deerling toward the house. Dimo flanked the group on the other side, and soon they had a cohesive group running toward the house.

"LYLA! GET READY! INCOMING!"


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post Aug 13 2013, 11:55 AM
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“I-incoming! Right!” Lyla gripped her fists into white knuckles and nodded to Suika who bounced expectantly on his tail. “You ready for this, Suika?” Lyla asked her baby Pokemon as he surveyed the incoming herd. A weak nod was her response but the Azurill’s posture sagged a little. Lyla pumped her fists. “I, like, totally know you can do it, Suika! You’re totes amazing and, like, super strong! C’mon! Are you ready!?”

“Az…” The double-blue-ball-bundle gave Lyla a brighter smiled and bounced ahead of his trainer, ready to meet the incoming throng. With a wail, light exploded from the tiny Pokemon’s body and he began to grow.

“MmmmARILL!” Suika cried, leaping up into the air with a mighty swing of his tail. Alongside him, Victor the Squirtle also shot upwards and together they summoned swirling balls of aquatic power in between their hands. With a primal cry, the spheres were released upwards where they rose in tandem before exploding into a heavy shower of double Rain Dance.

As one, the two Water Pokemon rotated in the air, firing down at the Deerling with wide-arcing Water Gun attacks.

“Yes, Suika!” Lyla laughed as water splashed her face and hair. “You evolved!”

*****


“Heat Wave!” Darryn ran after bravo as the Pidgeot cleared the path ahead toward the mother Carnivine and father Amoonguss where the Deerling with shimmering fur assaulted the pair with wild Tackle attacks that missed their mark over and over as the more experienced Pokemon dodged his futile attempts to defend his herd.

“Flamethrower! Pin Missile!” Darryn called out again, Lady and Romeo flanking him while firing off their attacks to keep the thrashing Carnivine away from their master.

Although rough and ready, the attack was effective enough for Darryn to find himself within range of the adult Pokemon that had caused all of this nightmarish trouble. A second look at the two Pokemon showed Darryn more than he had seen back in the dark of the forest. This Pokemon were not so massive and bloodthirsty as he had expected but appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be just two angry Grass Pokemon. Nothing that he hadn’t faced before. Heck, he’d battled five angry wild Steelic and gotten away fine so this should be a breeze!

Behind him, Darryn could sense Cesc approaching quickly with his Pokemon.

“I’ll take the Carniviine if you can take the Amoonguss?” He said as the older trainer drew up next to him. Lady swished her tails in annoyance, her nose tilting upwards with the lofty attitude of a Pokemon confident to finish the job on her own. Darryn ignored her.

The parent Pokemon seemed to understand what was happening and edged arrogantly apart to face the trainers one-on-one.

“Bravo! Keep the Carnivine away from us while we battle!” Darryn ordered his Pidgeot who screamed his compliance and swept behind them to protect their rear. “Alright, Romeo return.” Darryn recalled his Jolteon who was heaving with exhaustion from the night’s events, leaving him with the only Pokemon that he would trust to complete the job.

“Lady use Fla-“ Darryn stopped.

[Stop.] The urge came from nearby, a feeling more than a word. [Pride. Courage. Love. Urgency. Pleading.]

What was this feeling? Darryn had never had emotions sent to him before. Instead, he would feel what was being innately emited by Pokemon and humans or see their emotions via the aura that he had named an Emotaglow. But this sensation was definitely that of a Pokemon directing what they felt specifically towards him.

“You…” Darryn whispered, his eyes meeting those of the off-colour Deerling. Those large brown eyes were drawn down with determination. Pure emotion linked the cervine to the co-ordinator like a wide glowing chain of desire and understanding.

<You want to battle this Carnivine on your own, don’t you?> He asked with his mind. No response came but the Emotaglow shifted slightly – hope and gratitude resided in its depths. <No, you need to do this… For your herd… To show them… That you can… That you’re strong…>

*He has something to prove to his family... Just like me.*

“Vul! Vulpix!” lady barked angrily up at Darryn, shooting the Deerling a deadly look.

<You’re ready for this, aren’t you?> Darryn asked the Deerling again but found no response. No psychic ability flickered in the Pokemon but the fawn could certainly hear his voice in his head. The connection that normally took weeks or months to form was there already - Darryn understood this Pokemon completely and had never even spoken to it before. Their link was a strong one and carried a sensation that Darryn had felt before in Petropolis.

“It’s time for you…” Darryn said to the Deerling with a strange feeling welling his his chest, “to evolve, isn’t it?”

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post Aug 14 2013, 10:04 PM
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Cesc only vaguely heard Darryn comment on the intended choice of targets. The older coordinator (in age, not experience), watched Victor and Suika in their mesmerizing Rain Dance Dance.

"Right, gottit." He turned to Darryn, flashing a grin, even though he wasn't entirely sure that he'd gotten it at all. Amoongus was his target, that was all there was to it for certain.

"You heard the man. Gentlemen! Get the fat one!"

Cesc knew that he'd certainly had enough of the Carnivine; Amoongus was a near gleeful change of pace. The Amoongus, however, had other plans. Enraged at being called "The Fat One", it launched a glob of venomous looking purple goo, which impacted all over Cesc's Scyther and Zangoose. While the former, Bardolph, seemed visibly hurt by the move, Tybalt on the other hand seemed perfectly fine.

This is, perhaps, the one time that his Immunity Ability will ever be useful. Cesc found himself sighing.

"Counter attack! Valentine, Taunt! Bardolph, Wing Attack! Tybalt, Slash!"

While Cesc's Fire Monkey danced about, making all sorts of obscene monkey gestures, the other two flashed in, their respective weapons gleaming as they streaked towards their opponent.

Yet, they never connected. The intended target disappeared all together from sight, leaving the two aggressors confused once they noticed that their attacks had not landed. Instead, the Amoongus appeared behind Valentine, delivering a solid blow from his pokeball shaped hands. It had been an successfully timed Faint Attack, which meant that Cesc was dealing with a high level opponent.

"Fine. Bardolph, use-" Cesc's command caught in his throat as the Scyther toppled down to the ground, breathing heavily. The Toxic poison was taking effect incredibly quickly, effectively sapping what was left of the Mantis' energy. "Well...return. Valentine, Flame Wheel. Tybalt, Crush Claw!"

Cesc was down to his final two Pokemon, and he was losing ground quickly. Even as the two attacks slammed home into the enemy fungus, it appeared to be prepping another attack, this time sucking energy directly from the Zangoose in the form of green streams of light. Giga Drain! It was healing itself at the expense of Cesc's Team.

He looked over to Branwys once again; time and time again he'd called on his companion to help him in these battles, and a part of him felt a little ashamed for always having to rely on her for help. While his ego stung a little bit, the life or death situation really depended on them winning these fights once again.

"Branny, help me out?" He grinned weakly "Pay you back with a romantic dinner?"


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post Aug 14 2013, 11:26 PM
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Branwys was a runner. She ran everywhere. It had started as a child, when her stubby legs made her have to run to keep up with her brother's and sister's fast walking pace, and continued as she found her energy was nearly boundless. She liked running. She liked climbing. It was like running, but upward, and it gave her something to do with her hands.

She didn't like chasing, except now she knew that it was for a good cause. She was chasing the deerling over to get washed, to keep them safe. It wasn't easy, since she was so tired from trying to drag the adult man through the forest, but she'd do it. There was no power in the 'verse that could stop her!

Except a blast of water in the face. That might stop her.

It was, oddly, warm, and she had to shake her head to keep the thought out of her head as to where the water had come from. She ran back, to make sure the rest of the herd got sent into the water, then a third time to get all of the stragglers.

When she was done, all of the heard save for one over by Darryn had been thoroughly rinsed. And so had Branwys. Her hair hung limp, the one side that had long since broken from its ponytail splayed across her face and shoulder and back; what was left of her shirt was clinging to her, leaving no earthly way to doubt her age, despite her size. It also proved she wore a bra. At least, today it did. Her pants were similarly soaked, but being fairly loose cut and black, there wasn't as much to show.

She panted, falling to her knees, then, remembering, searched for Dimo. She found him laying on his stomach, breathing but raggedly. The water had done a work on him as well, unintentionally weakening him, and she knew that he had paceed her step for step.

"Oh, Dimo!" She tried to get to her feet, but her legs were still too shaky. She settled for crawlng to him. "Dimo, you were so brave! You should have hung back, though!"

She could see, through his bone helmet's eyeholes, the look of scorn on his face, and felt a smile despite the tears that had begun to track her cheeks, lost in the wet already there. "You rest now, OK?"

She pulled him, unable to lift him, to her bag before getting him into the pokeball.

And then Cesc called to her. "Branny, help me out?" He smiled weakly at her. "Pay you back with a romantic dinner?"

She could only gape at him. She had just nearly fainted her one pokemon. Tinka was in no shape right now for a battle. She wasn't even responding. His pokemon had been amazing so far! Was he so unsure of his pokemon, or his own skill, that he didn't think he could handle this?!

She wanted to yell. She started to cry, tears coming fresh to her face.

"I'm sorry, Cesc... I d-"

"Scrrrr..." It had come out as nearly a puff of air, and Branwys looked, seeing, again, the scraggy that Dimo had somehow recruited.

She looked at him, and he looked down at her. His eyes were hooded, but he nodded his head with a quick jerk toward Cesc.

"I... you'd help me..?"

A nod. A snort. A sneer, almost, but toward the adult carnivine.

She reached into her bag and pulled out an empty pokeball. "I... I'll let you go after... but at least this way it's official..?"

The scraggy looked at the ball, and it's face slacked. It looked almost wistful. Then it's hand swatted the ball, right on the button, and it captured itself.

Then it came out of the ball, on his own, smacking his fist into his palm and walking toward the carnivine, Leering.

"OK, Cesc... this is all I have, though!"


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“Vuuul!” Lady spat fire at the Carnivine as the Deerling underwent evolution, using the distraction to land a powerful Flamethrower that drew forth a satisfying scream from the mother Pokemon. She dashed in, ready to fire off more of the attack but a vine cut her short.

FWWWAAPPP!

“Lady, no!” Darryn yelled, his Vulpix crumpling under the sudden weight of the crushing vine across her ribs. With a sputtered yelp, the fox fell and hit the ground hard. Breath escaped her lungs and winded she was wide open for the second vine.

FWWWAAPPP!

Green light enveloped the shining Stag that took the hit, protecting the fallen Vulpix from further harm. Unscathed, the deer looked sideways at Darryn for a moment, sharing his joy and determination with a simple glance. The Co-Ordinator watched in stunned silence as the Sawsbuck began to attack.

Hard, stabbing horns met the soft flesh of the Carnivine as a powerful tackle threw back the Pokemon that had been terrorising the Deerling herd with her brood for days and satisfaction shone from the Sawsbuck’s every pore. With intensifying jubilation, the Sawsbuck stomped the sod and dove in for more, hooves raining down powerfully onto the grass-type again and again.

“V-vuu…” Lady groaned, stealing Darryn’s attention once more. He hurried to her, scooping her softly into his arms.

“Lady…” He stroked the curls on her forehead softly even as she struggled to be freed from his arms. “Shh… It’s alright now…” he crooned, “it’s over.” Without another word, he recalled his Pokemon and turned back to the Sawsbuck.

With an almighty thud the Carnivine was pounded into the ground a final time and the Sawsbuck pranced gracefully away, his form seeming to glitter in the light of the rising sun. He crossed the field slowly, large brown eyes locked on Darryn’s as tight as any long-anticipated embrace between the dearest of friends. An understanding that Darryn had never experienced flowed between him and the stag and with it came an involuntary raising of his hand. Darryn looked down at his palm to find a Pokeball resting there. A Friend Ball.

The Sawsbuck’s breath was hot on Darryn’s hand as its muzzle lowered to his palm and activated the capture device. The sensation of a willing capture was one of the most bizarre things that Darryn’s Empathy had ever experienced. The want to be confined and commanded was nothing he’d felt from his other Pokemon before capture and the relief that he felt from inside the ball once it was closed was almost as equally strange.

“That was… weird…” Darryn ran a hand through his red-brown hair awkwardly. “But I guess you’re mine now.” He rolled the Friend Ball over in his hand slowly. “And I guess your name is…”

Emotion swelled in the ball. Darryn blinked.

“I can feel everything from you… It’s like I can read… well, your heart.” He considered this a moment and smiled to himself. The name would fit with the scheme he had placed within his team and also ran with an appropriate play on words.

“Hart. Hart Hotel.”


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post Aug 18 2013, 11:57 PM
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Darryn had just about wrapped it up with the Carnivine, adding a new capture to his team. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as some of the Carnivine, disheartened from the defeat of one of their parents, begin to disappear back into the woods. It meant that Cesc and Branwys had to polish off the Amoongus with extreme prejudice in order to bring closure to the battle.

They didn't have much fight left in them; hell, they were on their very last leg from the entire ordeal. They needed to combine their final strokes into one beautiful combination attack.

"Boys, flank it! Crush Claw! Flame Wheel!"

Tybalt surged forward, being the more rested of Cesc's final two Pokemon. With a speed that caught the Amoongus off guard, the Zangoose sank his claws into the fungus flesh of the Amoongus. Roaring in pain, it prepared another Giga Drain attack, tendrils seeping out and wrapping around the Zangoose. However, before the attack had been completed, Valentine's Flame Wheel ripped through the air, impacting hard with the gargantuan mushroom. It screeched once more, letting go of the ensnared Tybalt. Turning, it loosed a spray of toxic goo, covering Valentine from head to toe. Immediately, Valentine exhibited the signs of being poisoned, sinking to the ground and quivering.

"Valentine, return. Tybalt, keep it busy, Fury Cutter! Branwys! I've got it distracted!"


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She was shivering. The water had been warm, but the sun had just come up and, with little chance to do it's warming, and the ground and her clothes were wet, and torn, and wet.

At the same time, her head was clearer than before. Maybe there was something to the Rage Powder. She'd have to remember the effect on humans, if that was the case. Her brother would be fascinated.

Zola would be mortified, but that was a common state for her these days.

"Branwys, I've got it distracted," called Cesc, bringing her back to the here and now.

The scraggy was still walking jauntily toward the amoonguss, and Branwys' heart leapt into her throat. That thing was huge, and none of the pokemon fighting were anywhere close. The scraggy, however, wasn't in the least bit intimidated. It came level with the amoonguss, who looked down on it and seemed to chortle, like a giant sentient space slug. The scrggy tilted its head to either side, popping his neck, then, rocking back on one foot, reached back and punched the amoonguss directly in what must have passed for a gut.

The amoonguss grunted, then snorted, then blew out a breath. The scraggy had certainly gotten its attention.

"Look out!"

The scraggy looked up and saw the half-pokeball-like hand raised to clobber him. He rolled back expertly, dropping into a low stance, but underestimated the mushroom's reach. The appendage smacked him right on top of his head, sending him staggering.

Branwys yanked her pokedex out of her bag and pointed it at the scraggy. An analysis of known moves populated on her screen, and she spent a little time trying to figure them out. In the meantime, the scraggy danced around, holding his head, then stopped and Leered at the amoonguss. The other pokemon went rigid in anger, and opened its mouth to launch an attack. Brawys' brow furrowed.

The scraggy charged, a light blue aura around the top of his head. Branwys blinked, surprise lighting her features, just at the Zen Headbutt hit...


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“Heal Bell, Momo.” Lyla instructed her Miltank at the porch of the house, the Pokemon standing over the motionless forms of Bobby’s parents. The young boy sat with them, holding one hand of each parent while looking back and forth between them with worry. Lyla stroked his messy hair fondly and glanced back to the meadow.

Deerling dotted the far side of the field, nervous and skittish they surveyed the fading battle between the Carnivine and the Trainers with wide eyes that were reluctant to look away. Lyla couldn’t blame them – after what they had been through it was completely understandable to be scared of the Carnivine despite the effects of Rage Powder finally being taken off of the fawns.

“Mmm…” Bobby’s mother moaned just as his father also began to stir.

“Mommy, Daddy!” Bobby cried with delight. “Wake up!”

“Easy, easy…” Lyla soothed Bobby as his parents came to slowly. “They’re gonna be, like, totally groggy for a while. Let’s, like, let them rest up.”

“Mirumiru.” Momo agreed, handing a warm bottle of milk to Bobby awkwardly with her hooves. The boy took it but didn’t drink, his focus stil taken by his parents as they started to wake up.

Lyla looked back to Darryn and the other Trainers. Her cousin was rounding up the final Carnivine on the field, his Pidgeot picking them off with well-aimed Quick Attacks that were simply unavoidable. Cesc and Branwys, however, were still battling hard with that fat father Amoonguss. Lyla chewed her lip.

*I might not be able to do much, but… But maybe I could help…* She thought she had gulped down her fear and began to walk down the porch steps.

“No, Lyla!” Bobby’s hand snagged her wet, dirt-covered skirt. “Please stay here!? Please stay with me and Mom and Dad?!”

“Huh?” Lyla looked back, confused, to find the confident young man had been reduced to a child in the presence of his injured parents. She paused for a moment in shock, unable to register at first what she should do, before turning back to the kid and crouching down next to him. “I’m, like, not going anywhere, Bobby.” She reassured him with a smile. “The others can take care of the rest – let’s just look after your parents, yes?”

“Mmhmm.” Bobby nodded, leading Lyla back to the barely conscious forms of the breeders.

Lyla looked back to the others.

*Come on, guys.* She fretted silently, squeezing the small hand that had made its way into hers. *Let’s, like, get out of here.*


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With Tybalt's Fury Cutter growing in power with each successive hit, Cesc's heart leapt as he watched the Amoongus begin to falter. The Amoongus hadn't given up yet; the ungainly creature still had some fight left, and continually tried to absorb more energy from the dogged Zangoose. As the tendrils finally wrapped around him, the Amoongus caught quite a nasty surprise as a powerful Zen Headbutt came from almost nowhere.

The super-effective attack from Branwys' new Scraggy friend launched the creature skywards, sending it floating into the air in a graceful arc.

"Tybalt, Slash!"

The Zangoose ran along the ground, springing up into the air and meeting his opponent with the fiercest downward slash of his claws. The attack smashed hard into the airborne Amoongus, sending the enemy hurtling back down to the earth. The impact caused Cesc to visibly wince, and once he looked back, he saw that the creature had been defeated.

His heart swelled at the sight of victory; the first definitive one they'd had since the whole ordeal began earlier that day.

"Branny! We did it!" Running over, he swept her up off her feet in a moment of pure excitement, hugging her tightly and spinning her around, planting kisses whenever he could land them. He didn't notice Darryn and Bravo picking off the remaining Carnivine, or Momo and Lyla with Bobby and his prone parents. All he knew at that moment was that they'd survived, and that with the sun rising, their nightmare was just about over.


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No, no, no, don't pick me up, I'm soaked and gross!

She did not say these things, however. She merely endured the kisses until Cesc stopped to breath, then grabbed his ears and pressed a long, deep smooch to his lips. The surprise, or possibly just the sated desire, caused Cesc to loosen hi hold and Branwys found herself falling. It was the secondary effect she had wanted, but had long since forgotten, having the unfortunate side effect of accidentally yanking Cesc's ears as she fell.

Embarrassed, Branwys busied herself straightening her clothes.

A single, terse "klink" brought her back to her senses, and before Cesc could grab her, if he were so inclined, she rushed to her bag. Pulling the klink from her bag, she stroked along the gears. Tinka did not respond, except to repeat her previous acts, which amounted to repeating the same intonation of her name, rotating a single strut on her gear.

Branwys trembled, looking back at Cesc, worry in her every feature.

She was silent for the rest of the night, hanging in the background, tending to Tinka, and giving only single word answers when she could, terse answers when more information was needed, not maliciously, but out of preoccupation.

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It was later that night. Branwys had opted to find a nearby pokecenter, get a room, and hope the nurse could do something for Tinka. It was too short a time when the Joy came, offering none of her namesake. Tinka was, physically, in perfect health, and Joy had no way of communicating with her to find out what might be wrong otherwise.

After a short time, Branwys had considered all the options. She could only come up with one real answer, and no reasons not to follow through. Pulling out her credit card, she placed a long distance call on the room phone to Unova. Specifically, her sister Agatha's private line.

It was nice to see the slightly round bespectacled face framed by straight blonde hair. However, exchanging pleasantries was circumvented when Agatha saw Branwys' face.

"Bran..? What's wrong, sweety?"

Branwys swallowed thickly, then laid Tinka on the table. "Something... something happened in the forest. The Nurse says she's fine, but... but she just keeps klinking once in a while... she won't listen to me... I think she's sick..."

Branwys was near tears, and Agatha leaned toward the camera, looking at her screen to get a closer look at Tinka. Finally, she sighed.

"I'll have to get Elysius..."

Branwys winced as Agatha reached off the screen, pulling a musharna from there where he had obviously been resting. "Agatha, no, you look so silly---"

However, without pausing to explain, Agatha lifted the pokemon and plopped him on her head, like a hat. At once, Agatha's eyes went blank and white, and her voice, sounding more like an old man than her usual alto pitch, sounded through the speaker. "Oh, pish posh, little Branwys. This is the most effective way for all of us to communicate!" Then, without giving Branwys a chance to respond, Agatha began speaking in pokemon speak. She sighed. There was no reason for Elysius to use pokemon speak. Tinka understood human as well as any pokemon.

However, at the sound of the mu's, the shar's, and the na's, Tinka slowly rose. Rotating her gears on their axis', she held a conversation of klinks with Agatha and her pokemon.

Agatha's face paled, and Branwys felt her heart tremble.

"I'm sorry, dear," the old man voice said. "Tinka is severely traumatised, and no longer thinks she's-"

Tinka klink'd insistantly, and Elysius-as-Agatha scowled. "That isn't fair and you know it!"

Tinka, evidently, insisted, and the chimeric pokemon-human hybrid sighed. "'it', as Tinka is now insisting to be called, doesn't feel like an effective partner."

Branwys recoiled in horror. "It..?"

"I'm sorry, dear..."

Branwys didn't feel the hot tears sliding down her face. "This is my fault... I lost... lost her in the woods... I... it's my fault..."

"Branwys--" It was Agatha's voice, Elysius having flown off of the trainer's head. "You can't blame-"

"Can't I?!" She felt the tears now, and agrily wiped them away with her fingers. "She was my responsibility, Aggie! She-..." Her face went red, but Agatha made no comment or tried to placate her, only let the anger work through her.

Branwys sat with a heavy thud. "What... what does she want."

Tinka klink'd insistantly, but Branwys paid her no mind, refusing to call her an it as she had insisted before.

Agatha chewed her lip, and Branwys stoically noted that it was the first time she remembered seeing Agatha indecisive. Finally, resigned, Agatha closed her eyes. "To be sent back. Here."

Branwys looked at Tinka, her lip beginning to tremble, then, squaring her shoulders, she sat up straight. "All... all right. I'll send her to you tonight." Agatha noded, but her head jerked up when Branwys spoke again. "I'll be home soon myself," the smaller, younger girl said. "Zola will like that."

Agatha seemed to choke, but another voice, softer than Branwys had heard in some time, sounded, a ittle farther from the microphone on the video devices.

"No, Branny... I won't."

Branwys scowled in her confusion, but another blonde head appeared, in front of Agatha. Her eyes were sad, but she smiled, kindly. "You should stay."

"What..?" Branwys was confused, and like it often did, that confusion rapidly gave way to anger. "I don't get you! First it's, 'You're too young! You're too small! Don't go!' then it's 'Oh I worry so much! Why are you there! Come home!' and now, when I'm ready to come home, you say no?!" Branwys' face was bright red, but before she could explode into a littany of german and gaelic swear words, Zola sighed and smiled again.

"Branny... since when have you ever listened to me?"

Branwys deflated, looking away, but said nothing. Crossing her arms in front of her instead.

"I was teasing. I took it too far, and for that I'm sorry. I do worry, but... Branwys, you shouldn't lock yourself in the house because you think you failed. I know you! You did everything you could, under the circumstances." Zola closed her eyes and raised a hand. "I do not want to know the circumstances. I may have been exaggerating, but I do worry..."

More gently, the teacher sighed, looking at Branwys the way she always had; as if she wanted to pull Branwys into her lap and hold her. Branwys found herself wishing she could. But her voice, it was full of their father's pride. "You are brave. None of us went so far simply to have a journey. We all stayed home, and some of us regret it... not all of us, but some... We would love to see you come home... but not like this. Not in defeat."

Branwys looked at her sisters' pleading eyes, gentle, kind, supportive. She sighed, pulling a rarely used pokeball out of her water-stained bag and recalling Tinka. "Aggie, I'm sending Tinka to you..." She sniffed, loudly, and couldn't keep the quaver from her voice. "Please... please help her if you can..?"

"Of course, sis," Agatha said.

"Zola?" Branwys looked at her other sister, who raised her eyes, inviting her to speak. "Thanks."

"Always, Branny-cakes."

Branwys' face crumpled, and she nearly broke down, but schooled her features with difficulty. Signing off of the phone with a whispered goodbye, she went out to the lobby, using the transfer machine to send the carnivine she had caught in the forest to Tarvek, along with a note explaining what had happened, it's special circumstances, and a warning to be careful. Then, having held out as long as she could, she placed her second oldest pokeball on the machine and sent Tinka to Agatha's lab.

She managed to get back to her room before the tears came, and she collapsed onto her bed, sobbing herself to sleep.


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“We’re so sorry for all of this.” Bobby’s father sincerely apologised as he passed around mugs of hot beverages to the ragged group of trainers. Although shakey still, the breeder-researcher had managed to navigate the rubble of the destroyed kitchen and found a mish-mash of cups that hadn’t completely smashed and a kettle with only a dent in it to offer what he could to the teens that had saved his family’s life. Darryn accepted the drink gratefully and held the steaming cup close to his chest.

Out on the porch, only because the house was still in disarray, Bobby’s mother cuddled the boy tightly in a grip that not even a Carnivine would be able to break if it wanted to. She sobbed quietly, smoothing the grubby boy’s hair against his protests that he was alright. Lyla hovered nearby but did not intervene as the parents adjusted to being back on their feet again despite wanting to hold the kid herself. Branwys sat away from the porch, staring out over the meadow with untouched drink in hand, Cesc staying close enough to offer some sort of support while giving her room to breathe. Whatever had happened with the petite girl, Darryn was sure she was more than just shaken.

“It’s not your fault.” Darryn said numbly to Bobby’s dad, sipping the hot tea slowly. It was a little bitter but more than welcome after the mouth-drying shouting he had been through for the previous hours.

“Mmm.” Bobby’s father wasn’t so convinced but his resolve for protest was still weakened from the energy-draining events caused by the rampaging Carnivine. “Still, I wish we could thank you in some other way. We don’t have a lot of money but there must be something that we-“

“No no.” Lyla butted in. “It’s, like, fine. Seriously.”

<C’mon, Darryn.> Lyla’s mental plea leaked through his own fatigue. <Let’s get out of here and to a Pokemon Center.>

<We can’t be rude, Ly. Five minutes – that’s all.>

Darryn really didn’t want to pester the owners of the Breeding Center, especially after their ordeal, but seeing the couple so desperate and pathetic was horrible. Could he do something for them?

“Um…” Bobby piped up, squirming loose from his mother to blink up at Darryn from where he sat. “Um…” He looked to Lyla then back to Darryn. “That Sawsbuck – the one you caught from before – I know what its Ability means now.”

“Bobby!” His mother hissed quickly, looking wildly from trainer to trainer and grabbed her child closer.

“It’s OK!” Lyla soothed, holding up her open palms defensively. “We know about Bobby’s… gift… and we won’t tell anyone.”

<Gift? We do?>

<I’ll explain later.>

Bobby’s mother, panic stricken, looked to her husband for support but the other breeder just shrugged.

“If they know, there’s nothing we can do, anyway.” He sighed.

“The Sawsbuck!” Bobby insisted excitedly, finally broke free from his mother and jumped up to grin at Darryn intensely. “I knew when I saw it that it had a Sap Sipper ability but no-one had heard of it before. But now, since I seen it, I know what it does!”

“Huh?” Bobby’s father looked to his wife. “You heard of this?” The woman shook her head slowly.

“It absorbs Grass attacks and then makes the Pokemon stronger!”

“Explains a lot.” Darryn nodded, remembering how easily Hart had defeated the Carnivine after it had taken the Vine Whip for Lady. “Thanks, Bobby.”

The boy grinned from ear to ear, evidently proud of the so-called gift that he had. Darryn wished he could say the same for his disability. He should have been able to sense Lima’s presence fading long before he realised she had been taken and the fear from Bobby should have reached him even sooner before that. Why didn’t it work the way he wanted it to when he needed it?

Darryn sighed and stared into his drink, the steam rippling languidly towards his eyes while he fought with the mental signatures dotting his mind like points on a map. He could tell hos many humans and Pokemon were nearby now – it was like an emotional space in the void that throbbed more strongly or weakly depending on his relative proximaty. It was a development that came too late and helped no-one. If it couldn’t be trusted when he neeed it, what good was it?!

Lyla continued to make excuses why the trainers could not stay, wishing the breeder family well in their reconstruction of home and research facility. Darryn left her to it, absorbed in his own thoughts and hating the flickering lights that danced over his vision whenever he looked at a person or Pokemon.

*And why cant I speak to Lady anymore?! Surely she would have spoken to me through all of that last night – even she is not that spiteful… Can she? She spoke to Lya that one time but is something stopping her talking to me? I cant feel her emotions so I thought she was blocking them… Could it be something else?*

“Right, Darryn?” Lyla’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Uh, right.” Darryn faked it, unsure to what he was agreeing. The breeders seemed satisfied though, reaching out to shake hands and hug them goodbye. Lyla passed on her contact details and shared a special hug with Bobby, leaving the kid with teary eyes.

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“We’re going back to Petropolis to rest up for a little while. Hopefully we can stay out of trouble before moving on to Fidona – best if luck to you guys, too.” Darryn had told Cesc as the four trainers reached the main road once more. The north marked Port Barley and the south Petropolis but indication of various junctions along the way were listed below the main destinations. He had shaken hands with the fellow Co-Ordinator, promising that next time they would compete on a stage but how heartfelt it was could have been debated after such an awful experience had marred their initial encounter together.

Back in his apartment, however, Darryn was soon to find that his opportunity to battle fellow Co-Ordinators and trainers alike would be coming a lot sooner than anticipated as a letter collected with the rest of his mail fell apart from the rest on his kitchen counter spelling out what sounded to be an outstanding event for the summer:
“The Petropolis Grand Invitational!” Marked the title.

“Jaima…” Darryn whispered to himself, seeing the invitation as a beacon for his friend and a call for their long-awaited rematch. “See you there, I hope.”


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Branwys' silence unnerved him a bit. Her lack of response to any stimulus he could muster at the point only served to remind him of how tired and worn he was.

They had just been through a horrifying ordeal, and even the ever-cheery Cesc could not find a way to make light of the situation. They'd faced life or death situations before...but this...this felt like the wrong kind of story. The 7 people in the field were incredibly lucky to be alive.

He would need to remember that.

* * *

Francesco Rojas sat in relative silence, gratefully accepting the tea. Admittedly, it wasn't even very good tea, but after the day he'd had, anything warm would suffice. Bobby's parents were...incredibly generous. Cesc knew what it was like to come from very little, so even the tea felt like an overwhelming generous gift. The thought of money and all that? That was simply too much.

"No, no, sir. No reward is necessary. Perhaps a correspondence? I would love to keep in touch with you. I work in a tailor shop over in Arasam, please let me know if we can make any clothes for you. No charge; as a sign of friendship."

He smiled, and it surprised him how sincere it felt. He hadn't known them for very long, but he knew something of the old saying. Save a man's life, and you're indebted to them forever. It was never the other way around.

* * *

Cesc walked slightly in front of the silent Branwys as they walked towards the main road, the group parting ways once they reached Petropolis.

"I wish we could have met under better circumstances." Cesc nodded gravely as the co-ordinators shook hands. A slow smile spread on his face, as a whole slew of mixed emotions fell into the next sentence:

"For better or for worse...I won't forget what happened." It was true. He had met some incredible people, and it was certainly an experience, to say the least."

"I'll be in Petropolis for a bit; I would assume Rio is my next target. Best of luck in Fidona with Carmen, my friend."

He walked Branwys to the Pokemon Center, deposited his Pokemon with the Nurse, before taking a stroll out into the city.

He tried to dream up new coordinations for his next contest...but his mind kept forcibly drifting to the gaping, monstrous maws of the Carnivine in the dark forest. Unsettled, he sat down on a concrete ledge just off the sidewalk.

At a loss, he simply hummed for a moment, watching the cars and people pass him by.

More adventures were on the horizon; he felt that in his bones. But was he ready for them?


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