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Wailord
  • Equitial

    Ace Trainer
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    he/him
    Partners
    1. espurr
    2. inkay
    3. woobat
    4. ralts
    Generations (Prompt: Wailord; Wordcount: 215)​


    When she was young, she would swim near the coast, and the human children would come to meet her. Their laughs would ring as she jumped from the water and then plummeted with a splash. One by one they would hold onto her body as she zipped, fast as she could, across the waves. She would stay until the sky darkened and voices called the children back to the land.

    She loved the children, but, when she evolved, the open ocean called out to her.

    Many migrations, hundreds of seasons have passed since then. Still, she returns to the place where she was raised when she can. As she drifts through the water, she feels fast machines cut toward her. A splash, and a small form swims down to one of her eyes. It’s a human child, so tiny, who’s laughing out bubbles through the mask on its face. There’s something in its hands—an image of the beach from her childhood, covered with humans and pokémon, young and old, some familiar and some not, all smiling and waving out to her.

    Fearlessly, the child places a small hand on her thick skin. She rumbles happily as more boats hum through the ocean and more children jump into the water to play.
     
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    Primal Kyogre
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    1. espurr
    2. inkay
    3. woobat
    4. ralts
    In the Beginning (Prompt: Primal Kyogre; Wordcount: 1189)

    Kyogre came into being in the place where they belonged: the ocean. The ocean was all they knew when they were first born: the way it swayed and flowed, the force with which it held down the planet’s core, the plants and animals and Pokémon who made their home in its depths. For Kyogre’s first days, all they did was float in their sea. Then, they heard a voice in their head.

    Go forth, child. You and your sibling, form this world.

    Kyogre’s senses suddenly expanded. They could perceive all the ocean touched; they felt each wave and current. When they waved their great fins, the water responded. When they propelled themself forward with their tail, the ocean surged with them.

    The voice—it had come from their creator, Arceus. They realized Arceus’ meaning.

    The ocean was newborn, just as Kyogre was.

    So, Kyogre began to form it.

    Kyogre burst through the waters, leaving a gout of bubbles in their wake. The seas were already full of life, but Kyogre could make room for more. They spread their domain out, so that it hugged the entire earth. They created glaciers in the coldest parts, where only the hardiest could survive. They dug deep furrows down where the pressure would squeeze most creatures to death. But, in others places, they raised the land so that sunlight could still shimmer down. There, they made space for beautiful gardens sculpted out of ocean life.

    With each movement, the ocean shifted as Kyogre pleased. Their work had barely begun, but it was good, very good. Yes, they would fulfill their creator’s command.

    But Kyogre was not the only being putting the world into order. Beyond their domain, they sensed other presences. There was one who dwelled far above the waters: Rayquaza. Kyogre didn’t quite comprehend this sibling, but they respected them. Rayquaza also controlled currents, though no creatures could live in Rayquaza’s currents alone. Where Kyogre’s domain brushed against Rayquaza, the currents sometimes worked to make storms—joyous, physical manifestation of the ocean’s power. Waves and typhoons, destructive but beautiful. the ocean breathtaking in its rage.

    However, there was another being, whose work was stiff and unmoving. Groudon.

    Unlike Rayquaza, who sensibly worked above, Groudon’s land vied for space with Kyogre’s ocean. Sometimes, when Kyogre was creating great water-scapes where the sunlight could not reach, the rock would suddenly rumble and shoot up past the water—Groudon, creating an island obstruction in the middle of the sea. Kyogre would rumble in discontent, but Groudon only reminded them Arceus had given Groudon too a purpose. Disgruntled, Kyogre turned their focus on another part of their kingdom.

    For centuries, Kyogre’s being was filled with their purpose. The waters were vast—more vast than the land could hope to be. Creatures made their homes not just on but in the water, even in the most inhospitable places. It had grown so much that Kyogre had seen into existence other beings to help govern.

    Kyogre loved what they had made, but they knew they could do much more. They sometimes tried to funnel water over places that had been crusted with earth and beat it down so it could be filled. But then, they felt Groudon’s presence. The currents, which would over time erode anything Groudon could make, were forced back as Groudon not only took back their ground, but expanded. Even in places where Kyogre had long established Groudon invaded with their dry lifeless soil.

    Kyogre growled, causing the ocean to rumble as well. Couldn’t Groudon see how important their work was? How dare—

    Eventually, they couldn’t stand it. With a roar of fury they raised a great wave and washed it over a segment of land, bringing it back where it belonged. There—the water rippled with Kyogre’s satisfaction—now it could be great.

    But, on the other side of the planet, a boiling mound pocked from under the sea, gushing noxious lava. Kyogre felt where the lava scabbed like boring holes, invasions. Disgusting, vile—oh, Kyogre’s rage. The only thing which their rage could be compared was a deep ocean storm, typhoons and whirlpools, great tsunamis which could rip apart anything anchored to earth. That is the rage Kyogre threw at Groudon, and that was the rage Groudon threw back. Each meter Groudon won only increased Kyogre’s fury and the fury of their storms. Even when Kyogre overcame—as the oceans always would—Kyogre smarted. Finally, they saw the land for what it was—a disgusting crust that needed to be scrubbed away.

    Suddenly, a voice broke through their rage. Please, children. You are done. You may now be satisfied in what you have made.

    For a scant moment, Kyogre paused in their battle. That voice… it shivered in Kyogre’s mind, familiar, though all that mattered to them now was protecting and expanding their oceans.

    Groudon took advantage of their hesitation. With a roar that rattled both earth and sea, Groudon shot out a tendril of land, ripping apart one of Kyogre’s coral reefs. Kyogre felt the destruction like a stab in the chest—they screamed with fury.

    How dare! What was once beautiful—now destruction. Around the world tidal waves engulfed coasts and crumbled them into the sea, but it wasn’t enough. Groudon—the scourge—Groudon and their domain would be gone gone gone—

    My children, I am so sorry, the voice began again, but Kyogre ignored it. It would not interrupt their vengeance. I see now that I erred in giving you your purposes. You are great beings, but attached too much to your domains. You do not see how balance is needed, and you are now destroying what you so beautifully made. Please, I now bid you rest. I will bring you to peace.

    Kyogre crashed through the water, reveling in the power of their storm. But then… they weakened. At first they raged against this—it was as though their domain was abandoning them. No, after everything they’ve done, the oceans dared draw away?!? They forgot Groudon, rage turned to their own kingdom.

    But, when they gazed back into their realm, they finally could see. The waters, they were vast and powerful and beautiful. Their fury faded, and the life forces of the ocean creatures brushed against their mind. So much life, so much diverse and awe-inspiring beauty.

    Their storm died, as did the shaking of the earth. For the first time, Kyogre clearly saw their foe, Groudon, standing on a mountain high above them. The two enemies cast their gazes upon each other, and then they turned away.

    Kyogre turned back to their oceans. For long years, they merely floated. Their mind brimmed with awe. The barrier between them and their domain blurred.

    When their mind eventually did clear from the glory of all they had made, they had one thought: they were tired. Rumbling, they descended from the school of creatures which had gathered around them. There was a deep trench, one of the first Kyogre had ever forged. In it, they decided they would rest. After all they had done, they would rest for a long, long time.
     
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    Crystal Onix
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    1. espurr
    2. inkay
    3. woobat
    4. ralts
    Rumors of Something Special (Prompt: Crystal Onix; Wordcount: 408)​


    “Here, over here!”

    Marc squinted, following Keyan along the underside of a tall, long ledge. Water poured from spouts in the rock, streaming into a wide river.

    Keyan stopped in front of the mouth of a cave. “Here!" she said. “It was an onix, just swimming in the river. It was made out of like diamond or glass!"

    Marc picked his way across a narrow stream; he peered into the black opening of the cave. "If you saw something like that, there’s no reason to think it would show up here again.” He paused. “If you saw it."

    Keyan stuck her tongue out at Marc.

    The two searched the area. Marc crouched near the water, but only saw some fish pokémon, while Keyan hopped around the stone near the cave mouth. “Hey, Marc! Over here!” she eventually called.

    Deep gouges marked the cave’s rim, as if scratched in by the tail or head of a large, stone-skinned pokémon. Marc crossed his arms. “I mean, this could be an onix, but there’s no reason to think it’s some kind of diamond one.”

    “But I saw it, and it wasn’t normal.” Keyan scowled up at the gouges. “Plus, it was swimming.” Suddenly she whirled, kicking a rock into the river.

    “Hey, Keyan, wait—”

    Keyan turned back with a glower.

    "It’s not like I’m saying I don’t believe you. You probably saw something, I guess. And I also guess normal onix wouldn’t usually be hanging out in a watery place like this…” Marc shook his head. “Look, if you say you saw a diamond onix, I believe you. I was just being a jerk before. Sorry.”

    For a moment, Keyan’s expression remained stormy. Then: “...Meanie.” She punched him in the arm.

    “Hey!” Marc scrambled away. “I said sorry!”

    The sun moved across the sky while they rough-housed and bantered. Long shadows stretched forth from the rock, and the two started home, throwing stones into the river as they walked.

    “You know…” Marc said thoughtfully, tilting his head. “Pokemon are real weird. I bet there is something like an onix adapted to the water, somewhere in the world.”

    “Well, I know there’s one, because I saw it with my own eyes!” Keyan eyed her friend. “And you know how we’re getting partner pokémon this summer? When that happens, I’m gonna take my partner, go into these caves, and find it again.”

    Marc smirked. “Not if I find it first.”
     
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    Magearna
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    1. espurr
    2. inkay
    3. woobat
    4. ralts
    The Tale of the Inventor and the Artificial Pokemon (Prompt: Magearna; Wordcount: 1461)​


    Once upon a time, there lived an Inventor who was known all over the land for his brilliant creations. The only person who perhaps rivaled his passion for creation was his partner, a Mienshao. The two lived on top of a high mountain and rarely left, for the Inventor was born weak in body and was more comfortable at home. However, they always received many visitors, who came with commissions or who simply wanted to see the masters at work. The Inventor would think up wondrous inventions, and Mienshao would put them together with his nimble fingers.

    One day, a King from a faraway country visited the Inventor on the mountaintop. Upon reaching audience with the Inventor, the King knelt and bowed his head. In the humblest tone of voice, he gave his request of the Inventor: a mechanical Pokémon.

    For, as the King explained to the Inventor, the King had a daughter who possessed powerful empathy. Within a minute of being born, she smiled as her parents filled with delight at the sight their newborn child. By the time she was five, she couldn’t attend school as her siblings did, as so many people in a room would overwhelm her with their emotions. Her empathy only grew more sensitive as she aged. Now, she could not stand to be in the presence of any being at all. She lived in a private home on her own barren island. The only way she could communicate was through notes written and left behind.

    The daughter was now fourteen, and had confessed through said notes that her isolation was bringing her near to despair. The King had sent to her island any comfort he could, but it wasn’t enough. Then, in passing, the King had heard of the Inventor’s great talent. The King had been struck by an idea: a creature made of metal and gears could not overwhelm his daughter—such a being could at long last provide her a companion.

    The Inventor was greatly moved by the plight of this King’s daughter. After a short discussion with Mienshao, he told the King that, while he wasn’t sure if such a feat could be accomplished, he would do all he could.

    For many months, the Inventor and Mienshao labored on the creation of the proposed mechanical Pokémon, whom they called Magearna. It was the most difficult task the two had ever attempted, but as time went on the more the Inventor believed he could create this kind of marvel. At long last, Mienshao clicked the last piece of Magearna’s body into place. Magearna opened their eyes.

    The Inventor and Mienshao burst with joy; at once, they began welcoming this new Pokémon into the world. However, the two soon realized that Magearna did not respond to either their greetings or happiness. Magearna looked at their two makers, but only looked. They did nothing else.

    With a shock, the Inventor realized that while he created a living body, his creation did not have a heart, a soul, or a will.

    At first, he considered that maybe Magearna would develop over time. The Inventor took Magearna wherever he went. When he worked on his creations, he made sure to explain his thought processes out loud in case Magearna found it interesting. In the chance Magearna had a more artistic leaning, the Inventor exposed them to all kinds of art and music and stories. At the end of each day, the Inventor would read to Magearna from a large book of fairytales—fairytales even older than the one you’re reading right now.

    More time than it took to make Magearna’s body passed. The Inventor continued to share the world with Magearna. Mienshao made adjustments in case some quirks with Magearna’s body would help. But nothing made any difference.

    After all the time the Inventor spent with Magearna, he loved the being as if they were his own child, though he began to believe he would never be able to gift his creation a soul. Still, he determined to make Magearna’s life as full as possible. Mienshao helped his partner and Magearna into wheeled chairs and helped them down from the mountain. The Inventor would that Magearna see the world.

    During their travels, the three stopped a kind-hearted, rustic village where they passed a Blissey cradling her newborn Happiny. Townsfolk gathered around, congratulating the mother on her successful birth and beautiful child.

    Mienshao, seeing the Blissey mother smile weakly but gloriously after the struggles of childbirth, suddenly struck upon an idea. Surprising the Inventor, Mienshao rushed to Magearna, who watched with a blank gaze from their chair. Mienshao wrapped Magearna in his arms and held them tight, as the mother did her child. Drawing deep into himself, he accessed the core of energy all Pokémon hold inside them. He reached, and drew some of that energy out. He offered it to Magearna.

    Magearna blinked, raised their head. Then, for the first time in their life, they smiled.

    The Inventor at once understood. They had created a physical body for Magearna, but Magearna needed more than that. Like the Blissey had spent energy to give birth to her Happiny, even an artificial Pokémon needed spirit from another to form a soul.

    Upon having the situation explained to them, every Pokémon in the village offered what they could. Something began to glow inside Magearna’s chest. It was a warm, shimmering orb of energy—what the Inventor would later call a Soul-Heart.

    Creating a Soul-Heart wore out not only the village Pokémon but Magearna themself. They rested for a long time—over three entire days—but smiled in their sleep. However, once they had recovered enough energy, Magearna approached Mienshao and the Inventor with determination. The Inventor had explained the original reason of Magearna’s creation to them toward the beginning. Now that Magearna had their Soul-Heart, they wished to go to the King’s poor, lonely daughter as soon as possible.

    The Inventor was grieved to hear Magearna would be leaving so suddenly, but he also knew these two things: that the King’s daughter needed Magearna’s companionship more than he did, and that all children would develop their own dreams apart from their parents. He made the necessary arrangements immediately. Soon, he bid farewell to Magearna as they boarded a ship which would take them to the country of the King and his daughter.

    The Inventor and Mienshao returned to their mountain, but the Inventor did not truly feel he had arrived home. He became withdrawn, soon barely left his bedroom. Mienshao supported his partner during this time, encouraging him to keep inventing and to stay as strong as he could.

    Then, exactly one year later, two very unusual travelers climbed to the mountaintop: an unfamiliar young woman with a visible aura, and an artificial Pokémon named Magearna.

    The Inventor’s mouth gaped. Magearna flew to his arms, and two embraced. The young woman stepped forward and introduced herself as the King’s daughter.

    For you see, during her time on her lonely island, the King’s daughter had spent much of her time in study, reading deep into all the books her father delivered to her. Once Magearna arrived, not only was she overjoyed to have a companion after so long, she also became interested in how exactly her new partner worked. Because the Inventor had told Magearna all he could, Magearna was able to explain their inner workings in great detail.

    Over time and much interested study, Magearna and the King’s daughter realized that just as Magearna had accepted Pokemon’s life energy before, Magearna’s adaptive body could receive energy from even humans. Magearna offered to take on some of the daughter’s excess empathy. After doing so, Magearna realized their mechanical form could deal much better with extreme emotions than her partner’s could. Carefully, the two balanced the empathy among them so that Magearna was more sensitive but could still easily function, and so that the King’s daughter could leave her island.

    From then on, the King’s daughter and Magearna stayed on the mountain with the Inventor and Mienshao. The King’s daughter became the Inventor’s pupil, and soon became a great Scientist in her own right. Magearna loved to follow along as the humans worked and help Mienshao with the putting together of inventions; they had a great sense for mechanics.

    The Inventor spent the next twenty years of his life in great happiness. At the end of those twenty years, Magearna came to his bed to discover he had passed peacefully in his sleep with a smile on his face. Mienshao, Magearna, and the King’s daughter all cried sad but also happy tears on that day, for they knew his life had been as good as it could be.
     
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