Cresselia92
Gym Leader
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
- Partners
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The entire cafeteria seemed to have become silent all of a sudden as soon as those words reached Harvard’s ears…
Harvard clutched his mug with such strength that he could have easily cracked it. A brother named Gladion… and a girl named Lillie…
No, there was no way that was a coincidence anymore! Was she really talking about…?
A dusty plain was the chosen battlefield by the cowboy to face the edge-lord wannabe. Harvard’s Galarian Slowbro was facing off a strange chimeric creature, a horror of science made by splicing pieces of various Pokémon together.
Harvard snorted and spat to the floor, before glaring at his opponent. “What kinda freak’s dat, Blondie? Can’t fight usin’ real ‘mons?”
“Hmph. Silvally is as real as any other Pokémon,” countered Gladion, holding back his right hand with his other hand, almost as if he wanted to stop his right hand from clawing his face. “Being born into a laboratory doesn’t make anyone a freak.”
Silvally hissed loudly to agree with what their friend said, before clawing at the ground and glaring at the Slowbro in front of them. However, the small pistolero wasn’t bothered by that glare and yawned lazily on his opponent’s face, then scratched his cheek with his free paw. Silvally squawked in disbelief and looked curiously at the other Pokémon, tilting their head and wagging their tail.
And Harvard? Well, he was equally unimpressed and merely shrugged. “Heh! Whatevs ye say, Blondie! Just hope yer lil’ lab product won’t be damaged too much. I ain’t holdin’ back!”
“I didn’t expect anything else,” remarked Gladion calmly. “So, how about getting started? I have a lot of stuff to do!”
Harvard blinked and narrowed his eyes. “…Bizarre.”
“Hm? What is bizarre?”
“Ye ain’t bothered by me callin’ ye Blondie?”
“Not quite. I’m used to being called all kinds of names, for one thing. Also,” Gladion shot a smirk, “I know you’re trying to taunt me by using a monicker on me, just like you love to provoke Silver by calling him ‘Ginger’. If all, I’m actually fine with you using another name for me.”
Harvard stared at the blond boy with wide eyes — that was the first time someone didn’t fall to his mood-disruptive strategy. “Huh? How come?”
“For a simple reason: I don’t want my name to become too widespread in this world. Giovanni already expects us to be hunting him down to find Father, and he knows our real names already. With a fake name, it will be easier for us to slip under his radar and get more evidence of his whereabouts, as well as make sure to not be targeted too easily by his accomplices.”
Gladion beamed a slightly dark smile. “So no. I’m not too bothered.”
Harvard was stunned by the reveal. That Gladion was far smarter than he looked, and the cowboy knew already how tough it was to investigate about his parents’ disappearance with everyone knowing about him. He surely would have appreciated some anonymity and to not be too much under the spotlight anymore.
“Heh! Not bad… Gladion.”
“Now, let’s battle already. Silvally can’t wait any longer.”
“Ye asked fo’ it, Blondie!” responded Harvard, beaming a confident smirk. “Here we come!”
And so the battle started, with Slowbro enveloped in a dimension-twisting psychic aura and Silvally lunging forward with shining claws…
“Gladion…” muttered Harvard, narrowing his eyes. “Not a name ye hear every day.”
The Chimchar fell silent once more, making the mug slide from a hand to another. He seemed conflicted about something, and took a careful look around the place.
“Lean closer, Miss…” he whispered, before jumping on the table and holding his hand close to his mouth. “Walls’ve ears, and I dun want to endanger dat fella in any way.” A concerned expression appeared on the Chimchar’s face. “But… aye. ‘Blondie’ is Gladion. I’ve been usin’ another name cuz he an’ his pals’re under da… viewfinder o’ some crooks. I wanna keep ‘im safe, y’see?
“So, don’t reveal yer name too freely, aye? Ye never know when someone’s watchin’ ye…”
Harvard clutched his mug with such strength that he could have easily cracked it. A brother named Gladion… and a girl named Lillie…
No, there was no way that was a coincidence anymore! Was she really talking about…?
A dusty plain was the chosen battlefield by the cowboy to face the edge-lord wannabe. Harvard’s Galarian Slowbro was facing off a strange chimeric creature, a horror of science made by splicing pieces of various Pokémon together.
Harvard snorted and spat to the floor, before glaring at his opponent. “What kinda freak’s dat, Blondie? Can’t fight usin’ real ‘mons?”
“Hmph. Silvally is as real as any other Pokémon,” countered Gladion, holding back his right hand with his other hand, almost as if he wanted to stop his right hand from clawing his face. “Being born into a laboratory doesn’t make anyone a freak.”
Silvally hissed loudly to agree with what their friend said, before clawing at the ground and glaring at the Slowbro in front of them. However, the small pistolero wasn’t bothered by that glare and yawned lazily on his opponent’s face, then scratched his cheek with his free paw. Silvally squawked in disbelief and looked curiously at the other Pokémon, tilting their head and wagging their tail.
And Harvard? Well, he was equally unimpressed and merely shrugged. “Heh! Whatevs ye say, Blondie! Just hope yer lil’ lab product won’t be damaged too much. I ain’t holdin’ back!”
“I didn’t expect anything else,” remarked Gladion calmly. “So, how about getting started? I have a lot of stuff to do!”
Harvard blinked and narrowed his eyes. “…Bizarre.”
“Hm? What is bizarre?”
“Ye ain’t bothered by me callin’ ye Blondie?”
“Not quite. I’m used to being called all kinds of names, for one thing. Also,” Gladion shot a smirk, “I know you’re trying to taunt me by using a monicker on me, just like you love to provoke Silver by calling him ‘Ginger’. If all, I’m actually fine with you using another name for me.”
Harvard stared at the blond boy with wide eyes — that was the first time someone didn’t fall to his mood-disruptive strategy. “Huh? How come?”
“For a simple reason: I don’t want my name to become too widespread in this world. Giovanni already expects us to be hunting him down to find Father, and he knows our real names already. With a fake name, it will be easier for us to slip under his radar and get more evidence of his whereabouts, as well as make sure to not be targeted too easily by his accomplices.”
Gladion beamed a slightly dark smile. “So no. I’m not too bothered.”
Harvard was stunned by the reveal. That Gladion was far smarter than he looked, and the cowboy knew already how tough it was to investigate about his parents’ disappearance with everyone knowing about him. He surely would have appreciated some anonymity and to not be too much under the spotlight anymore.
“Heh! Not bad… Gladion.”
“Now, let’s battle already. Silvally can’t wait any longer.”
“Ye asked fo’ it, Blondie!” responded Harvard, beaming a confident smirk. “Here we come!”
And so the battle started, with Slowbro enveloped in a dimension-twisting psychic aura and Silvally lunging forward with shining claws…
“Gladion…” muttered Harvard, narrowing his eyes. “Not a name ye hear every day.”
The Chimchar fell silent once more, making the mug slide from a hand to another. He seemed conflicted about something, and took a careful look around the place.
“Lean closer, Miss…” he whispered, before jumping on the table and holding his hand close to his mouth. “Walls’ve ears, and I dun want to endanger dat fella in any way.” A concerned expression appeared on the Chimchar’s face. “But… aye. ‘Blondie’ is Gladion. I’ve been usin’ another name cuz he an’ his pals’re under da… viewfinder o’ some crooks. I wanna keep ‘im safe, y’see?
“So, don’t reveal yer name too freely, aye? Ye never know when someone’s watchin’ ye…”
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